One more for tonight...just 'cause I'm addicted to posting lol.
Title: Retaliation
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel Briere/ Jason Pominville (one of my few, 'cause I always get back to Danny/Ryan)
Disclaimer: okay I've run out of witty crap to say..no I don't own them, don't know if they do this or not..*hope they do*...and I am not in any way saying they do.
Daniel watched in horror as Jason went down, four Capitals on him in a second, pummeling him until his helmet had flown off and he'd dropped to his knees. "Get the fuck off him!", he screamed, trying to get close enough to start throwing punches. His lover was panting, his hands over his head as he tried to fight off the blows coming from all sides. "Leave him the hell alone! Back off! Four against one is not fucking fair odds!"
Danny ran into the mass of moving limbs and did several turns, trying to find something opportune to punch that would get the men to let go of Jason. Just as he'd finally decided to lay a blow on Semin, the whistle blew and refs came to escort him to the penalty box. He was furious; how dare they punish him for trying to defend his player? The fucking Capitals hadn't gotten SHIT. "It wasn't ME!, " he yelled at the ref who was taking him to the box. "I didn't do anything! They were on him four on one! I was only protecting him!"
Jason watched him go with a stricken look, his helmet laying on the ice, eyes involuntarily tearing as the pain got to him. Danny growled at the two refs holding the Capitals back and swore as he was forced into the penalty box. "This is fucking stupid," he snapped at the walls of the empty box, punching the glass savagely with a fierce glint in his eye. "I didn't do a fucking thing...I was only fucking defending him!" He continued to rant and curse as he was forced to watch the game from inside the glass, waiting for someone to avenge him and seeing nothing.
They won the game 2-0 though, so there was something to be happy about. He hugged Ryan Miller tightly, thanking him for his incredible saves that day, and walked to the locker room with the rest of the team.
As soon as it was just Ryan, Jochen, Jason, and him in the locker room, he raced out, going straight down the hall to the Home locker room and flinging the door open with a force that could've dented the wall.
Jason ran after him, yelling, "Danny, don't! You don't have to do this! I'm fine!"
The first Capital he found was Alexander Semin. He grabbed Semin and dragged him out of the locker room, Alex Ovechkin following, his eyes narrowing as Daniel threw his teammate against the wall and pinned him there with strong hands gripping his shoulders, Alexander's eyes wide with fear. Daniel didn't get in fights often, but there had been rumors that picking on Jason Pominville was the quickest way to get Daniel Briere on your case.
Apparently, those rumors were one hundred percent truth. It seemed obvious as Daniel slammed him against the wall again and shouted in his face, "Four on one? Does dat seem fucking fair to you? He was on his fucking knees widout his helmet and you bastards STILL wouldn't leave him be!" He spat in his face, eyes almost black with righteous anger.
Jason had finally reached the scene and with Jochen's help, he ripped Danny off of Alexander, watching as the frightened Cap ran back into the locker room.
Danny wasn't able to get far, though, before Alex Ovechkin tackled him to the ground, sitting on his stomach and delivering fierce punches to his chest and face, asking, " Where the hell do you get off fighting one of our players OFF the ice?" Jason's eyes widened and he went straight for Alex, but was held back by Ryan, the goaltender shaking his head.
"Danny can handle it, Jay, don't worry about it."
But it didn't seem to be true...Danny was fast losing energy as he tried desperately to fend off Alex's quick attacks, his breath shortening, his face becoming flushed and sweaty as he yelled, "Damnit, get off me!"
Jochen and Ryan left Jason there and ran into the Capitals' locker room, shouting for the ex-Sabre Jiri Novotny. "Jiri! He's mutilating Danny!" Jiri dressed frantically and followed his old teammates out to the hall, attempting, with the help of Ryan, Jochen, and Jason, to pull Alex off of Daniel. He finally managed it with a relieved grunt, pushing the enraged Capital into the locker room and following him, calling back, "Next time, don't fuck with him, Danny."
Danny stood, wincing as his chest throbbed with an intense ache, leaning heavily on Jason and allowing the three Sabres to help him back to the locker room. He slumped onto the bench and sighed at Jason's angry glance.
"You shouldn't have done that, baby, and you know it." He sat next to Danny and let the shorter man lean onto his shoulder, stroking back his chocolate brown hair and kissing his forehead. "It's the sport, love,you know how it is...it's very violent and I just happened to catch myself on the bad end of the fight. Now you're all hurt and sore and I feel like it's my fault 'cause you went to defend me." He pulled Danny into his lap, holding him tenderly and stroking his bruised face softly with his fingers.
"I think I should take you back to the hotel and soothe your hurt. What do you think?" He laughed as Danny nodded eagerly and stood, slinging both of their duffel bags over his shoulder and walking out of the locker room with his hand clasped in his lover's.
They reached the hotel with minimal fuss, unlacing their fingers long enough to walk through the lobby, then making out in the elevator as they made their way up to Jason's room.
When they were in Jay's room, he dropped the bags off of his shoulder and pulled his shirt over his head, backing Danny through two doors before the back of his knees hit 'their' bed and he fell backwards, Jason crawling onto the bed next to him.
He gently removed Danny's shirt and threw it to the side, first kissing him chastely on the lips, then running his mouth over the captain's chest, placing wet, openmouthed kisses all over his sore pecs and loving the whimpers of enjoyment. "Better?", he teased, lifting his head to smirk at Danny.
"My gorgeous, sexy hero, " he simpered mockingly, batting his eyelashes and laughing at Danny's playful scowl. His blue eyes darkened at the arch from Danny as his tongue swirled around his navel. "I think it's time you were repaid for defending me," he murmured huskily, slowly unzipping Danny's jeans and sliding them down his hips. His boxers followed after, dropping onto the floor with his jeans, socks, and shoes.
"What do you want me to do, babe?", he asked sincerely, moving up to place a kiss on Danny's cockhead, Danny arching again as his soft, dark hair brushed the sensitive skin of his groin.
Danny was straining to speak as Jason licked the precome from his slit, his silky hair sliding against the side of his cock. "Ah...suck...mm...me."
Jason grinned around the cock in his mouth. "Gladly," he murmured.
But, suddenly, Danny pushed him off, sitting up and pulling Jay onto his lap. "But you deserve a reward, too, baby...you saved me from Ovechkin afterwards." He lay back down and pulled Jason's ass to his face, waiting until Jason had leant to take his shaft in his mouth before whispering hotly,"There's something I've been dying to try," and licking up along the edge of Jason's entrance, catching his tongue just slightly inside and licking a circle around the pulsing hole.
Jay gasped around Danny's cock, sending a hot rush of air over him and making him groan. He pressed his ass against Danny's face, begging for more while he licked up and down Danny's cock, pressing his tongue against the vein. Danny was only too happy to oblige, licking around his hole, murmuring, "Mmm," into the muscle and feeling it contract as Jason moaned, the vibrations from his moving tongue almost making Danny come right there. He buried his face in Jason's crack and devoured him, grinning at the taste and moaning in unison with Jason as the vibrations on his cock drove him to the edge.
They were coming before long, the white liquid spilling from Jason's cock onto Danny's chest as Danny painted his throat with the salty substance.
Danny's cock dropped out of Jason's mouth and rubbed his cheek as Danny pulled his tongue out of Jason's ass and licked his lips.
"This is much better retaliation, Jay," he said with a chuckle. "You should get into fights more often."
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WEEEEE more ficness...and more to come..comment pretty please?
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel Briere/ Jason Pominville (one of my few, 'cause I always get back to Danny/Ryan)
Disclaimer: okay I've run out of witty crap to say..no I don't own them, don't know if they do this or not..*hope they do*...and I am not in any way saying they do.
Daniel watched in horror as Jason went down, four Capitals on him in a second, pummeling him until his helmet had flown off and he'd dropped to his knees. "Get the fuck off him!", he screamed, trying to get close enough to start throwing punches. His lover was panting, his hands over his head as he tried to fight off the blows coming from all sides. "Leave him the hell alone! Back off! Four against one is not fucking fair odds!"
Danny ran into the mass of moving limbs and did several turns, trying to find something opportune to punch that would get the men to let go of Jason. Just as he'd finally decided to lay a blow on Semin, the whistle blew and refs came to escort him to the penalty box. He was furious; how dare they punish him for trying to defend his player? The fucking Capitals hadn't gotten SHIT. "It wasn't ME!, " he yelled at the ref who was taking him to the box. "I didn't do anything! They were on him four on one! I was only protecting him!"
Jason watched him go with a stricken look, his helmet laying on the ice, eyes involuntarily tearing as the pain got to him. Danny growled at the two refs holding the Capitals back and swore as he was forced into the penalty box. "This is fucking stupid," he snapped at the walls of the empty box, punching the glass savagely with a fierce glint in his eye. "I didn't do a fucking thing...I was only fucking defending him!" He continued to rant and curse as he was forced to watch the game from inside the glass, waiting for someone to avenge him and seeing nothing.
They won the game 2-0 though, so there was something to be happy about. He hugged Ryan Miller tightly, thanking him for his incredible saves that day, and walked to the locker room with the rest of the team.
As soon as it was just Ryan, Jochen, Jason, and him in the locker room, he raced out, going straight down the hall to the Home locker room and flinging the door open with a force that could've dented the wall.
Jason ran after him, yelling, "Danny, don't! You don't have to do this! I'm fine!"
The first Capital he found was Alexander Semin. He grabbed Semin and dragged him out of the locker room, Alex Ovechkin following, his eyes narrowing as Daniel threw his teammate against the wall and pinned him there with strong hands gripping his shoulders, Alexander's eyes wide with fear. Daniel didn't get in fights often, but there had been rumors that picking on Jason Pominville was the quickest way to get Daniel Briere on your case.
Apparently, those rumors were one hundred percent truth. It seemed obvious as Daniel slammed him against the wall again and shouted in his face, "Four on one? Does dat seem fucking fair to you? He was on his fucking knees widout his helmet and you bastards STILL wouldn't leave him be!" He spat in his face, eyes almost black with righteous anger.
Jason had finally reached the scene and with Jochen's help, he ripped Danny off of Alexander, watching as the frightened Cap ran back into the locker room.
Danny wasn't able to get far, though, before Alex Ovechkin tackled him to the ground, sitting on his stomach and delivering fierce punches to his chest and face, asking, " Where the hell do you get off fighting one of our players OFF the ice?" Jason's eyes widened and he went straight for Alex, but was held back by Ryan, the goaltender shaking his head.
"Danny can handle it, Jay, don't worry about it."
But it didn't seem to be true...Danny was fast losing energy as he tried desperately to fend off Alex's quick attacks, his breath shortening, his face becoming flushed and sweaty as he yelled, "Damnit, get off me!"
Jochen and Ryan left Jason there and ran into the Capitals' locker room, shouting for the ex-Sabre Jiri Novotny. "Jiri! He's mutilating Danny!" Jiri dressed frantically and followed his old teammates out to the hall, attempting, with the help of Ryan, Jochen, and Jason, to pull Alex off of Daniel. He finally managed it with a relieved grunt, pushing the enraged Capital into the locker room and following him, calling back, "Next time, don't fuck with him, Danny."
Danny stood, wincing as his chest throbbed with an intense ache, leaning heavily on Jason and allowing the three Sabres to help him back to the locker room. He slumped onto the bench and sighed at Jason's angry glance.
"You shouldn't have done that, baby, and you know it." He sat next to Danny and let the shorter man lean onto his shoulder, stroking back his chocolate brown hair and kissing his forehead. "It's the sport, love,you know how it is...it's very violent and I just happened to catch myself on the bad end of the fight. Now you're all hurt and sore and I feel like it's my fault 'cause you went to defend me." He pulled Danny into his lap, holding him tenderly and stroking his bruised face softly with his fingers.
"I think I should take you back to the hotel and soothe your hurt. What do you think?" He laughed as Danny nodded eagerly and stood, slinging both of their duffel bags over his shoulder and walking out of the locker room with his hand clasped in his lover's.
They reached the hotel with minimal fuss, unlacing their fingers long enough to walk through the lobby, then making out in the elevator as they made their way up to Jason's room.
When they were in Jay's room, he dropped the bags off of his shoulder and pulled his shirt over his head, backing Danny through two doors before the back of his knees hit 'their' bed and he fell backwards, Jason crawling onto the bed next to him.
He gently removed Danny's shirt and threw it to the side, first kissing him chastely on the lips, then running his mouth over the captain's chest, placing wet, openmouthed kisses all over his sore pecs and loving the whimpers of enjoyment. "Better?", he teased, lifting his head to smirk at Danny.
"My gorgeous, sexy hero, " he simpered mockingly, batting his eyelashes and laughing at Danny's playful scowl. His blue eyes darkened at the arch from Danny as his tongue swirled around his navel. "I think it's time you were repaid for defending me," he murmured huskily, slowly unzipping Danny's jeans and sliding them down his hips. His boxers followed after, dropping onto the floor with his jeans, socks, and shoes.
"What do you want me to do, babe?", he asked sincerely, moving up to place a kiss on Danny's cockhead, Danny arching again as his soft, dark hair brushed the sensitive skin of his groin.
Danny was straining to speak as Jason licked the precome from his slit, his silky hair sliding against the side of his cock. "Ah...suck...mm...me."
Jason grinned around the cock in his mouth. "Gladly," he murmured.
But, suddenly, Danny pushed him off, sitting up and pulling Jay onto his lap. "But you deserve a reward, too, baby...you saved me from Ovechkin afterwards." He lay back down and pulled Jason's ass to his face, waiting until Jason had leant to take his shaft in his mouth before whispering hotly,"There's something I've been dying to try," and licking up along the edge of Jason's entrance, catching his tongue just slightly inside and licking a circle around the pulsing hole.
Jay gasped around Danny's cock, sending a hot rush of air over him and making him groan. He pressed his ass against Danny's face, begging for more while he licked up and down Danny's cock, pressing his tongue against the vein. Danny was only too happy to oblige, licking around his hole, murmuring, "Mmm," into the muscle and feeling it contract as Jason moaned, the vibrations from his moving tongue almost making Danny come right there. He buried his face in Jason's crack and devoured him, grinning at the taste and moaning in unison with Jason as the vibrations on his cock drove him to the edge.
They were coming before long, the white liquid spilling from Jason's cock onto Danny's chest as Danny painted his throat with the salty substance.
Danny's cock dropped out of Jason's mouth and rubbed his cheek as Danny pulled his tongue out of Jason's ass and licked his lips.
"This is much better retaliation, Jay," he said with a chuckle. "You should get into fights more often."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEE more ficness...and more to come..comment pretty please?