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Title: La Vie de Ryan et Danny
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Danny, slight Max/Tom
Disclaimer: No I do not own them
"And Miller with a spectacular save....BUFFALO WINS!!" The cameras caught a rare smile as Ryan Miller slumped against the goalpost, puck encased in his glove, his other hand pulling his helmet off, shaking out his hair.
He saw Daniel Briere make his way toward him to give him a congratulatory hug and fought the wide grin threatening, greeting Danny with a semblance of dignity as he wrapped his arms around the sexy captain, noting with an inward grin that the other man was squeezing a bit harder than was necessary, pressing their frames together.
Thanking God for the baggy jerseys and oversized pants he was forced to wear, concealing his natural reaction to a hot male pressed so close, he gently moved his crush away to hug his other teammates, continuing to fight the urge to grin as he saw Daniel frown and walk off the ice, flashing a plastered smile at the cameraman asking him how the victory made him feel.
Daniel slugged down the hall to the locker room, skates in hand, berating himself for stupidly thinking his crush had felt the same way.
He made his way to his locker, thinking He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone standing next to him until he ran into a broad chest. Looking up, he flushed and grinned nervously. "Hey Ryan, uh, good game."
Ryan smirked a bit. "Thanks, Danny." He stood still, scrutinizing Daniel and chuckling at the man's reaction. "Y'know," he said offhandedly, "I was thinking of going out to celebrate, maybe go to a cafe or something. Want to join me?"
Danny grinned. "Sure, I'll get Jay, Jochen, Max, Tom, and Andrew," he said, moving toward the door to go tell his friends.
Ryan stopped him with a pointed look. "No, I mean, just you..and me."
Daniel Briere's eyes just about popped out of his head. "Uh.....sure, I'd love dat," he flushed again. "I mean,er, that."
Ryan smiled. "Don't sweat it, Danny," he leant to whisper into his ear, making the captain shiver, " the accent's cute."
Daniel tried to feign nonchalance, looking away, rubbing his neck, eyes downcast. "Heh. So, I'll meet you outside, then?"
Ryan grinned, nipping the shell of his ear and whispering, "Definitely." He sauntered away just as the rest of the team filtered into the locker room, whooping and hollering in celebration of the 8-5 victory.
"Man, that was fun!", Andrew Peters remarked. "That guy, he's about to step to me, but I was like, I don't fucking think so, and took him down, so Jay could make the shot!" He high-fived Jason Pominville and turned back to Daniel, grinning hugely.
"Three shots in one game! A new record for the amazing Captain Daniel Briere!, " he said in an announcer-type tone, causing cheers and raucous laughter to erupt around the locker room.
As the adrenaline started to die down, the boys changing out of their uniforms, Andrew caught on to Danny's Ryan-induced state. "What's up with you, Dan? You're all flushed."
Daniel looked up just as Ryan walked out of the locker room, meeting his gaze with a light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Just....happy, Andrew." He saw Ryan grin and step out of the room, hurrying himself to change so he could go on their 'date'.
As he pulled on his sweater, he grinned into the fabric, wondering where they'd go, what he'd say, if he might get...a kiss. He yanked on his shoes and grabbed his gym bag, racing out of the room and to the parking lot.
He stopped outside the door to HSBC, his breath catching as he watched the figure turned away from him to stare at the full moon, his profile bathed in soft white. Ryan Miller was more than beautiful with his deep brown eyes and long, wavy hair the shade of melted dark chocolate.
Ryan turned at the feel of someone watching him and met Danny's adoring eyes with his own, smiling. He nodded his head to the car he was leaning on, beckoning him over with a finger. Danny ran toward him, grinning;
Ryan took his gym bag off his shoulder and tossed it in the backseat, then hopped in the car, turning the key after Daniel got in.
"So," Ryan asked with a small smile, turning to look at his date, "where to?"
Danny thought for a moment, nibbling his lower lip. "How about that corner cafe up the street? Seems to be small enough to protect our anonymity."
Ryan nodded. "The cafe it is." He sped out of the parking lot and down the street, eyes facing straight ahead.
When they reached the cafe, he opened the door for Danny with a wink. "Race ya!", he shouted, already halfway to the door.
Daniel, for his part, had no problem with losing, slowing a bit to admire Ryan's, ahem, assets.
They found a table with no incident and sat, retrieving their menus from a busty, blonde waitress who pouted when her 'charms' didn't catch their attention.
"What d'you want, Danny?," Ryan asked, tilting his head around the menu to catch the answer.
"I was thinking some sort of chicken sandwich," Daniel said, scanning the menu, oblivious to Ryan as he stared at him intensely.
"I want a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, and cheese."
"Okay, so order it," said Daniel, still perusing the menu, desserts this time.
Ryan snickered, glancing at the offended waitress standing there, her hands on her hips. "Just did," he remarked, laughing as Danny finally looked up and turned red from his eyebrows to his chest, smiling sheepishly. "Uh, I'll have the grilled chicken with swiss, lettuce, and mayo. Dank you....*ahem....thank you." He was still blushing even as the waitress huffed and strode away.
Ryan winked. "Still love the accent."
"Danks," Danny muttered, still slightly flushed.
The waitress arrived with their food, unsmiling and stolid.
The date flew by, both men having a great time, until it was time to return to their hotel.
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Standing outside the entrance to Daniel's suite, the captain stammered, "I-I had a great time with you, Ryan."
Ryan's eyes fixed on his quivering lower lip. "It's not over yet, " he murmured, bending his head to kiss him.
Danny's eyes fluttered closed as Ryan applied pressure to open his lips, gladly letting him in and tangling tongues with the goaltender, letting out a groan as he pulled him closer.
They broke apart only for air, panting and flushed. "You taste like chocolate and cinnamon," muttered Ryan, moving to back Danny into the door, his eyes almost black with lust.
Danny gasped as Ryan leant to kiss his neck."Had cocoa...and apple.....pie, remember?"
Ryan chuckled huskily. "Yeah." He pressed Daniel to the door, smashing their bodies together in all the right places. His erection from earlier was back with a vengeance. "Can I come in?"
Daniel was torn between throwing the man onto his bed and letting him have his wicked way with him or retaining his virtue, for at least another date, anyway.
"We have practice tomorrow," Danny reminded him, trying to ignore his blood rushing to everywhere their bodies touched and Ryan nibbling and kissing his jaw.
He moved to Danny's ear, hissing as he licked the shell, "You're captain of the team; cancel it or something."
Daniel's eyes slammed shut and he groaned as Ryan sucked on his pulse point. "But-but..."
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They never heard the footsteps, just the two loud gasps. Danny's eyes flew open and they whirled around as one to meet eyes with a very shocked Maxim Afinogenov and Thomas Vanek, both of their jaws dropped open, eyes wide.
Ryan nudged Daniel and stared pointedly at the clasped hands of the two men, grinning.
Max noticed where they were staring and flushed, glancing at Thomas.
Suddenly all four men stared at each other intently and said in synchronization, "You saw nothing," then Max and Tom continued down the hall, leaving Daniel and Ryan still in their predicament.
Daniel met the gaze of those laughing chocolate eyes and they both bust, clutching their sides as they nearly collapsed with helpless laughter.
"I wonder - how he jacks him - with the broken wrist, " quipped Ryan between gasps for breath, causing the two to erupt in another fit of giggles.
When their mirth had died down, Ryan noticed Danny yawn widely, his pretty brown eyes glazing over with sleepiness.
He smiled sweetly and gave his date one last soft kiss before stepping away. "You need your sleep, Captain," he said, softening the tease with a mischievous grin.
Danny nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I really did have an amazing time with you, Ryan. See you tomorrow at practice."
"I'll be the one with a permanent grin and eyes on your delectable ass," he remarked, chuckling. "Night, Danny."
Danny opened the door to his room and waved. "Goodnight, Ryan."
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Daniel stripped off his jeans and sweater and climbed into bed,still half hard and flushed, his whole body still tingling from Ryan's attentions.
Unbidden, his mind offered images of what would have happened had he said yes to Ryan. He felt himself swell at the naughty thoughts. His breathing became shallower. His hand moved south to his now fully hard member, squeezing himself through his tight black boxers and moaning, his head falling back into the soft pillows.
It wasn't enough to relieve the tension plaguing him. He kicked off his boxers at the same time as he pinched a nipple, gasping. He stroked his erection slowly, reverently, rubbing the head with his thumb to smear the pearl of liquid leaking there, picturing Ryan's hand in place of his and groaning.
His other hand moved from his nipple to his mouth, wetting the fingers slightly with his tongue before pushing one, then two into his ass, pushing himself back onto them and arching his back, wishing they were thicker, bigger, more like what Ryan had had pressed against his pelvis only a short time ago.
Thinking of his cock only caused a full picture of Ryan naked to spring to his mind, causing a spike of lust and heat to shoot through him just as he found his prostate, dragging his orgasm from him without warning. With a loud moan and a breathtaking arch, he came, spurting over his hand and the bedsheets.
He groaned, taking in the mes and stood to retrieve a towel, coming back and donning his boxers, tossing the soiled sheets off the bed and redressing the bed. When he and his bed were clean, he fell into the soft comforter and was asleep at once, a smile stretching his face.
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Ryan chose to do his wanking in the shower, washing off the sweat and Danny's scent, both leftover from the encounter earlier, taking a bit longer to rub his nether regions that usual with a mind blowing orgasm to show for it.
He grinned. as he fell asleep, eyes closed in peace.
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Daniel woke up on time, thankfully. (He'd set his alarm before the game yesterday.) He showered and dressed, his mind in an alternate dimension the whole time, a dimension where Ryan followed him into the shower and happily took care of his "morning wood".
He drove to practice, grinning at no one and nothing, just ecstatic to be alive and the lover of one Ryan Miller.
He reached practice before everyone....but Ryan. Ryan was already in the hall as he walked to the locker room, grinning at the sight of him." Why, hello, Daniel....how did you sleep?"
Daniel flushed. "Very well...dank you."
"Great, as did I." He took Daniel's arm in his own and walked to the locker room door, glancing at his lover with obvious adoration. When they reached the door, he pressed Daniel against it and ravished his mouth, grinning at the captain's moan, stifled by their tangling tongues.
After finally pulling away, Ryan lead Danny into the locker room...
But, they stopped short at the sight of Maxim Afinogenov pressed against the lockers, his legs wrapped around Thomas Vanek's slim hips as Thomas ground their hips together and plundered Max's mouth.
Ryan snickered lowly, his eyes drawn to his teammates as Danny turned red beside him, panting at the extremely hot display.
When he noticed Max's hands inching to Tom's zipper, however, he cleared his throat, helping his teammates avoid further embarrassment. The two men faced them, eyes glittering, faces flushed and sweaty, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Brie. We got carried away."
Ryan leant to whisper, "Damn! At least we keep it to the hotel!", in the captain's ear, making him giggle.
"You're forgiven, guys...now, get your asses out there and work for the team, you sex fiends!"
Ryan smirked as the guys dressed and went out to the ice, giving the impression of two puppies with tails between their legs. He kissed Danny hard and lightly smacked his ass. "Nice job, Captain Briere," he muttered teasingly.
Danny smirked back. "Thanks, goalie, now get your ass on the ice."
Ryan laughed, sauntering away. "You got it, boss!"
"Fine ass it is, too," murmured Danny, suiting up and skating onto the ice where Ryan was already testing Max's goal skills and teasing him mercilessly. Tom watched from the bench, shaking his head and laughing.
He sat on the rails and watched as Max missed, again.
"Damn, Max, wish you scored as well here as you obviously do with Thomas!", Ryan taunted.
Max let loose a long string of Russian expletives as he whipped the puck back at the goal, banking it off the top of the posts to bounce against the glass.
Ryan winked. "Does he moan '61' when you 69, Maxim?" Danny giggled at Max's obviously furious expression.
"Don't let him rile you, Max! Score on him anyway!", Daniel yelled, smirking when Ryan turned a mocking glare on him.
He shrugged and mouthed, "I am still the captain!"
Ryan nodded with a teasing salute. "Aye."
They dragged their eyes away from each other as the rest of the team filtered from the locker room onto the ice, still grinning.
The practice went went. Max finally did manage to score a goal, plus six, despite Ryan's pointed looks and laughing moans.
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Danny and Ryan were the last to leave the locker room, which for their purposes, was very good.
Danny was leaning to lace his shoes when he felt a warm, hard body against his back, soft kisses placed on the back of his neck, and a pressure against his ass that would not be denied. He shivered as Ryan spoke, warm breath fanning over his skin.
"You're so hot, Captain...being all forceful and commanding," he whispered, pressing another kiss to Danny's ear.
Danny finished lacing his sneaks and spun around, knocking Ryan off balance and into his lap, the goaltender's buttocks pressed against his thigh. Turning the tables on his lover, he licked a trail up his neck, then blew on it, causing Ryan to shudder. "Just wait until we get to my room, babe. I'll show you how 'commanding' I can be." He bit the ear he was whispering into and smirked at the strangled moan.
Ryan didn't take long to leave the locker room, almost sprinting to his car, watching intently as Danny did the same.
He sped to the hotel, almost shaking with anticipation and biting his lip at the illicit thoughts playing behind his eyes, getting him almost painfully aroused.
He parked and ran into the lobby, stopping short and nearly turning over a luggage cart as he saw who was standing by the elevator, watching the numbers glow on the top as he waited for the car to reach his floor.
He nearly swallowed his tongue, his breath leaving him on a lustful sigh.
Taylor. Pyatt.
He was just about to turn and go up the stairs when the former Sabre turned and pinned him with his his gaze, face breaking into a wide grin. "Ryan!" He left the elevator completely to run over to Ryan and give him a huge hug, pressing them together everywhere. Ryan's eyes almost rolled back in his head as his fully aroused lower region came in contact with the body he'd wanted for years.
Taylor felt the bulge and quickly pulled away, looking down with burning cheeks. "I'm in town for a week, Ryan. I'm here to ask you to dinner."
Ryan shot a quick look at the door and floundered as he saw Danny walking from the parking lot. "I-I'd love to, but-" but he was cut off by Taylor's lips against his, soft and warm and everything he'd dreamt of. He melted against the stronger man, only avoiding collapse by Taylor's arm wrapped around his back.
When they separated, Ryan's dazed eyes saw nothing but Taylor. The man smirked, noting Ryan's lust-filled gaze and shaky breaths. "Pick you up at 7?"
Ryan nodded eagerly, watching him run up the stairs. "See you then!" He turned to step into the elevator when he felt a strong hand yank him back by his shirt and throw him against the wall, whirling him to face......
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Danny. Danny's eyes were flickering with an angry amber flame, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He almost seemed to glow a bit with jealous fury as he spoke quickly and quietly to his startled lover.
"You are not going. You are going to stand him up and stay with me like we planned because I refuse to let him get his hands or," he added with a low growl,"his mouth on you again."
Ryan's eyes were wide, his mouth dropped open as he took shallow breaths, his body heating as he took in his lover's fierce gaze and demanding tone, the submissive side of him naturally reacting to the dominance displayed by Danny. "I-I understand, Danny."
Danny grabbed his arm and threw him into the elevator, following him quickly. "Press the button for our floor, Ryan," he ordered.
Ryan nodded easily, stepping forward to do as he was asked. As soon as the doors closed, Danny pounced, smashing his lover against the wall of the car and savagely crashing their mouths together, taking everything Ryan had to offer and coaxing him with his tongue to new heights of pleasure, his knee pressed against the goaltender's pelvis, grinding their hips together just slightly and reveling in the moans coming from the tortured man.
When they reached Danny's room, he unlocked the door onehandedly, still plundering his lover's tender mouth, only breaking apart for short moments to breathe. He pushed Ryan through the door and back until the backs of his knees hit Danny's bed and he fell backwards, bringing tormented moans from his lips as Danny fell on top of him, his hot, hard body brushing him in all the right places.
Just as he leant to kiss Danny again, the still furious captain jumped back. His eyes were molten chocolate, flaming with jealousy and lust. "Strip," ame the softly spoken command, Danny's eyes daring him to disobey.
Ryan did, quickly tossing his clothes around the room haphazardly, spurred by the appreciation in his lover's eyes.
"Lay on the bed and watch," intoned Danny, waiting until Ryan was comfortable before he slowly removed his clothes, starting with his shoes, kicking them off and removing his socks.
Danny licked his lips, eyes burning into Ryan's as he painstakingly unbuttoned his shirt, showing one-inch-of-delectable-porcelain-skin-at-a-time, slowly revealing his chest and abs, toned to perfection and sheened with a light layer of sweat. He ran a finger down his chest, watching Ryan intently as he stopped to play a bit with his nipples and navel, then stopped at his waistband, his grin wicked, eyes black with lust, loving the reaction of his lover to his teasing, the goaltender clenching his fists and screwing up his eyes to keep from reaching for him, breath coming in pants.
He unzipped his jeans slowly and wriggled a bit, the material slipping off his slim hips easily and pooling on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, leaving him only in a tight black garment taht could barely even be called underwear, stretched tightly over his burgeoning arousal.
Ryan swallowed, hard, as Danny turned around and bent to drop his briefs, showcasing his incredible ass in a way that made him groan and clutch the sheets, growing impossibly harder.
Danny turned around and Ryan's jaw dropped. His cock was immaculate, nestled in a light dusting of chocolate curls, thick and long and slightly red with arousal, dripping just a slight bit of precome that made Ryan's mouth water to taste him.
But judging by the way Danny's eyes were fixed on him, unmoving from the pucker showing from a little under his balls, that would have to wait for later.
His gorgeous, sexy captain proved him right when he growled, "Come over here and bend over the bed," crooking his finger for emphasis.
Ryan hurried to oblige, leaning over the bed and presenting his ass to the dominant man like a tasty dessert, nearly collapsing when he felt Danny's hard prick brush against the edges of his entrance, just a light tease, enough to make Ryan want to beg him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember any name but mine, and definitely not Taylor's," muttered Danny, rubbing the head of his cock around Ryan's hole, catching the edges enough to torment.
Ryan pushed back, trying desperately to impale himself, aching with the need for Danny to stop talking and start fucking. "Ohh, Danny," he moaned, "fuck me, own me, god, please."
Danny's restraints were stretched to the breaking point as he witnessed his lover writhing on the bed, his ass rubbing against his groin, groaning. "I want you to forget, Ryan," he growled.
Ryan turned, pinning his lover's gaze with his own, a challenging glint in his eye. "Then make me forget," he purred, and Danny lost it.
He grabbed Ryan's hips and pushed roughly into his body, almost knocking Ryan onto his chest on the bed, slamming in and out of his ass with little care to comfort or tenderness. Ryan met him eagerly with every thrust, moaning with relief, crying out as the captain pressed his prostate, sending ripples of pleasure through his every nerve ending.
Danny fucked him with no slowness or loving touch involved, just purely animalistically, glorifying in every moan, gasp or cry he pulled from his lover. Louder, he wanted them louder!
Pulling out just enough to hear a whimper from the man beneath him, he slammed back into him, drawing a loud scream, "Fuck, - Danny!"
Pumping furiously, he groaned at the sound of his name yelled in the throes of passion, grunting, "Again, Ryan! Scream it again!"
Ryan threw his head back as Danny's pace increased, shouting, "Danny, - oh, Danny, ah, ah, yes, Danny!"
He was getting close but he needed more to push him over the edge. Looking up to meet Danny's half lidded eyes, he yelled, "Harder!", feeling the effect his words had on his lover immediately, shaking the bed as he fucked with everything he had.
Ryan could feel his orgasm in the pit of his belly and after a hard bite to his shoulder, he came without warning, his lover following him as every muscle in his body tensed, Danny filling him with his essence as they both dropped to the bed, almost blacking out with the intense exhaustion.
When they had separated and simply lay comfortably on the bed, draped around each other, sharing a lazy kiss every while, Ryan looked at his lover and grinned. "Wow, Danny,.....wow. That was the best fuck I've ever had."
Daniel smirked. "When I saw Taylor kissing you, I just got this sudden urge to possess you, to make you mine in a way you wouldn't soon forget."
Ryan moved closer, wincing as his sore ass brushed across the sheets. "Taylor who?", he asked, adoring the sweet smile Danny gave him.
"A guy who won't ever steal what's mine again."
Ryan nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the chest he laid on. "No one could give me a ride as good as you just did, I'd say, no matter how hot they are."
Danny growled. "He is not hot."
Ryan chuckled, perusing the naked body next to him. "After that, no one will ever be as hot as you are, babe. When you're being all dominant," Ryan ran a hand down his chest, panting just slightly, remembering, "god, it's sexy."
Danny's eyes narrowed. "If you're trying to turn me on again," he whispered into his ear, "it's working."
Ryan immediately stopped his slow seduction with a yawn. "I'd love to do it again, Danny, but I'm exhausted."
Danny stood up to change the bedclothes and laid back down, tenderly covering a half-conscious Ryan with the soft cashmere blanket. "Goodnight, love," he whispered, watching Ryan's mouth curve into a grin. "What?"
Ryan's eyes opened slightly, his breath leaving him on a sigh. "Love," he said happily.
Danny blushed. "Yeah....er, it was all I thought of."
Ryan smiled even wider at Danny's embarrassment. "I like it."
Danny smiled shyly back. "It feels natural."
"Yeah, it does," Ryan murmured as he feel asleep, Danny following soon after, their breathing deep and even, grins on both of them, even in sleep.
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Danny was jolted awake by a loud ring at eleven in the morning, quickly reaching to grab the handset before it woke Ryan. "Hello," he grunted sleepily, yawning.
"Danny," came the sigh of relief on the other line. Danny bristled at the familiar voice of Taylor Pyatt.
"What do you want this early, Taylor?"
Ryan stirred a bit aginst Danny's side as Taylor asked, "D'you know where Ryan is? He didn't show for dinner last night."
Danny grinned wickedly, running his fingers through his sleeping lover's hair. "I know."
"Oh, so you did have a game! That's good; I was worried he'd gotten hurt or something..."
"No," Danny disagreed, smiling as a pair of amber eyes opened lazily and fixed on his face.
Ryan moved to rest his head on Danny's shoulder, softly asking, "Who is it on the phone, baby?"
Danny heard the gasp and the immediate panicked, "Is that Ryan? What's he doing there? Why'd he stand me up? Are you and he - ?" He smirked and replied with a simple, "Yes," and hung up the phone on a frantic Taylor, turning to take his lover's lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, whispering, "Taylor," against his lips with a smug grin.
Ryan pulled away to stare at his grinning lover, fighting a grin himself as he giggled. "You're horrible," he murmured, lifting his head for another kiss.
Daniel laughed. "You love it."
Ryan laughed as well. "That I do."
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This was my REAL first fic...how'd I do? It's long because I didn't do chapters..I just wrote one long, run on story in a notebook and copied it into a wordpad document :)
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Danny, slight Max/Tom
Disclaimer: No I do not own them
"And Miller with a spectacular save....BUFFALO WINS!!" The cameras caught a rare smile as Ryan Miller slumped against the goalpost, puck encased in his glove, his other hand pulling his helmet off, shaking out his hair.
He saw Daniel Briere make his way toward him to give him a congratulatory hug and fought the wide grin threatening, greeting Danny with a semblance of dignity as he wrapped his arms around the sexy captain, noting with an inward grin that the other man was squeezing a bit harder than was necessary, pressing their frames together.
Thanking God for the baggy jerseys and oversized pants he was forced to wear, concealing his natural reaction to a hot male pressed so close, he gently moved his crush away to hug his other teammates, continuing to fight the urge to grin as he saw Daniel frown and walk off the ice, flashing a plastered smile at the cameraman asking him how the victory made him feel.
Daniel slugged down the hall to the locker room, skates in hand, berating himself for stupidly thinking his crush had felt the same way.
He made his way to his locker, thinking He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone standing next to him until he ran into a broad chest. Looking up, he flushed and grinned nervously. "Hey Ryan, uh, good game."
Ryan smirked a bit. "Thanks, Danny." He stood still, scrutinizing Daniel and chuckling at the man's reaction. "Y'know," he said offhandedly, "I was thinking of going out to celebrate, maybe go to a cafe or something. Want to join me?"
Danny grinned. "Sure, I'll get Jay, Jochen, Max, Tom, and Andrew," he said, moving toward the door to go tell his friends.
Ryan stopped him with a pointed look. "No, I mean, just you..and me."
Daniel Briere's eyes just about popped out of his head. "Uh.....sure, I'd love dat," he flushed again. "I mean,er, that."
Ryan smiled. "Don't sweat it, Danny," he leant to whisper into his ear, making the captain shiver, " the accent's cute."
Daniel tried to feign nonchalance, looking away, rubbing his neck, eyes downcast. "Heh. So, I'll meet you outside, then?"
Ryan grinned, nipping the shell of his ear and whispering, "Definitely." He sauntered away just as the rest of the team filtered into the locker room, whooping and hollering in celebration of the 8-5 victory.
"Man, that was fun!", Andrew Peters remarked. "That guy, he's about to step to me, but I was like, I don't fucking think so, and took him down, so Jay could make the shot!" He high-fived Jason Pominville and turned back to Daniel, grinning hugely.
"Three shots in one game! A new record for the amazing Captain Daniel Briere!, " he said in an announcer-type tone, causing cheers and raucous laughter to erupt around the locker room.
As the adrenaline started to die down, the boys changing out of their uniforms, Andrew caught on to Danny's Ryan-induced state. "What's up with you, Dan? You're all flushed."
Daniel looked up just as Ryan walked out of the locker room, meeting his gaze with a light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Just....happy, Andrew." He saw Ryan grin and step out of the room, hurrying himself to change so he could go on their 'date'.
As he pulled on his sweater, he grinned into the fabric, wondering where they'd go, what he'd say, if he might get...a kiss. He yanked on his shoes and grabbed his gym bag, racing out of the room and to the parking lot.
He stopped outside the door to HSBC, his breath catching as he watched the figure turned away from him to stare at the full moon, his profile bathed in soft white. Ryan Miller was more than beautiful with his deep brown eyes and long, wavy hair the shade of melted dark chocolate.
Ryan turned at the feel of someone watching him and met Danny's adoring eyes with his own, smiling. He nodded his head to the car he was leaning on, beckoning him over with a finger. Danny ran toward him, grinning;
Ryan took his gym bag off his shoulder and tossed it in the backseat, then hopped in the car, turning the key after Daniel got in.
"So," Ryan asked with a small smile, turning to look at his date, "where to?"
Danny thought for a moment, nibbling his lower lip. "How about that corner cafe up the street? Seems to be small enough to protect our anonymity."
Ryan nodded. "The cafe it is." He sped out of the parking lot and down the street, eyes facing straight ahead.
When they reached the cafe, he opened the door for Danny with a wink. "Race ya!", he shouted, already halfway to the door.
Daniel, for his part, had no problem with losing, slowing a bit to admire Ryan's, ahem, assets.
They found a table with no incident and sat, retrieving their menus from a busty, blonde waitress who pouted when her 'charms' didn't catch their attention.
"What d'you want, Danny?," Ryan asked, tilting his head around the menu to catch the answer.
"I was thinking some sort of chicken sandwich," Daniel said, scanning the menu, oblivious to Ryan as he stared at him intensely.
"I want a cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, and cheese."
"Okay, so order it," said Daniel, still perusing the menu, desserts this time.
Ryan snickered, glancing at the offended waitress standing there, her hands on her hips. "Just did," he remarked, laughing as Danny finally looked up and turned red from his eyebrows to his chest, smiling sheepishly. "Uh, I'll have the grilled chicken with swiss, lettuce, and mayo. Dank you....*ahem....thank you." He was still blushing even as the waitress huffed and strode away.
Ryan winked. "Still love the accent."
"Danks," Danny muttered, still slightly flushed.
The waitress arrived with their food, unsmiling and stolid.
The date flew by, both men having a great time, until it was time to return to their hotel.
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Standing outside the entrance to Daniel's suite, the captain stammered, "I-I had a great time with you, Ryan."
Ryan's eyes fixed on his quivering lower lip. "It's not over yet, " he murmured, bending his head to kiss him.
Danny's eyes fluttered closed as Ryan applied pressure to open his lips, gladly letting him in and tangling tongues with the goaltender, letting out a groan as he pulled him closer.
They broke apart only for air, panting and flushed. "You taste like chocolate and cinnamon," muttered Ryan, moving to back Danny into the door, his eyes almost black with lust.
Danny gasped as Ryan leant to kiss his neck."Had cocoa...and apple.....pie, remember?"
Ryan chuckled huskily. "Yeah." He pressed Daniel to the door, smashing their bodies together in all the right places. His erection from earlier was back with a vengeance. "Can I come in?"
Daniel was torn between throwing the man onto his bed and letting him have his wicked way with him or retaining his virtue, for at least another date, anyway.
"We have practice tomorrow," Danny reminded him, trying to ignore his blood rushing to everywhere their bodies touched and Ryan nibbling and kissing his jaw.
He moved to Danny's ear, hissing as he licked the shell, "You're captain of the team; cancel it or something."
Daniel's eyes slammed shut and he groaned as Ryan sucked on his pulse point. "But-but..."
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They never heard the footsteps, just the two loud gasps. Danny's eyes flew open and they whirled around as one to meet eyes with a very shocked Maxim Afinogenov and Thomas Vanek, both of their jaws dropped open, eyes wide.
Ryan nudged Daniel and stared pointedly at the clasped hands of the two men, grinning.
Max noticed where they were staring and flushed, glancing at Thomas.
Suddenly all four men stared at each other intently and said in synchronization, "You saw nothing," then Max and Tom continued down the hall, leaving Daniel and Ryan still in their predicament.
Daniel met the gaze of those laughing chocolate eyes and they both bust, clutching their sides as they nearly collapsed with helpless laughter.
"I wonder - how he jacks him - with the broken wrist, " quipped Ryan between gasps for breath, causing the two to erupt in another fit of giggles.
When their mirth had died down, Ryan noticed Danny yawn widely, his pretty brown eyes glazing over with sleepiness.
He smiled sweetly and gave his date one last soft kiss before stepping away. "You need your sleep, Captain," he said, softening the tease with a mischievous grin.
Danny nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I really did have an amazing time with you, Ryan. See you tomorrow at practice."
"I'll be the one with a permanent grin and eyes on your delectable ass," he remarked, chuckling. "Night, Danny."
Danny opened the door to his room and waved. "Goodnight, Ryan."
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Daniel stripped off his jeans and sweater and climbed into bed,still half hard and flushed, his whole body still tingling from Ryan's attentions.
Unbidden, his mind offered images of what would have happened had he said yes to Ryan. He felt himself swell at the naughty thoughts. His breathing became shallower. His hand moved south to his now fully hard member, squeezing himself through his tight black boxers and moaning, his head falling back into the soft pillows.
It wasn't enough to relieve the tension plaguing him. He kicked off his boxers at the same time as he pinched a nipple, gasping. He stroked his erection slowly, reverently, rubbing the head with his thumb to smear the pearl of liquid leaking there, picturing Ryan's hand in place of his and groaning.
His other hand moved from his nipple to his mouth, wetting the fingers slightly with his tongue before pushing one, then two into his ass, pushing himself back onto them and arching his back, wishing they were thicker, bigger, more like what Ryan had had pressed against his pelvis only a short time ago.
Thinking of his cock only caused a full picture of Ryan naked to spring to his mind, causing a spike of lust and heat to shoot through him just as he found his prostate, dragging his orgasm from him without warning. With a loud moan and a breathtaking arch, he came, spurting over his hand and the bedsheets.
He groaned, taking in the mes and stood to retrieve a towel, coming back and donning his boxers, tossing the soiled sheets off the bed and redressing the bed. When he and his bed were clean, he fell into the soft comforter and was asleep at once, a smile stretching his face.
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Ryan chose to do his wanking in the shower, washing off the sweat and Danny's scent, both leftover from the encounter earlier, taking a bit longer to rub his nether regions that usual with a mind blowing orgasm to show for it.
He grinned. as he fell asleep, eyes closed in peace.
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Daniel woke up on time, thankfully. (He'd set his alarm before the game yesterday.) He showered and dressed, his mind in an alternate dimension the whole time, a dimension where Ryan followed him into the shower and happily took care of his "morning wood".
He drove to practice, grinning at no one and nothing, just ecstatic to be alive and the lover of one Ryan Miller.
He reached practice before everyone....but Ryan. Ryan was already in the hall as he walked to the locker room, grinning at the sight of him." Why, hello, Daniel....how did you sleep?"
Daniel flushed. "Very well...dank you."
"Great, as did I." He took Daniel's arm in his own and walked to the locker room door, glancing at his lover with obvious adoration. When they reached the door, he pressed Daniel against it and ravished his mouth, grinning at the captain's moan, stifled by their tangling tongues.
After finally pulling away, Ryan lead Danny into the locker room...
But, they stopped short at the sight of Maxim Afinogenov pressed against the lockers, his legs wrapped around Thomas Vanek's slim hips as Thomas ground their hips together and plundered Max's mouth.
Ryan snickered lowly, his eyes drawn to his teammates as Danny turned red beside him, panting at the extremely hot display.
When he noticed Max's hands inching to Tom's zipper, however, he cleared his throat, helping his teammates avoid further embarrassment. The two men faced them, eyes glittering, faces flushed and sweaty, and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Brie. We got carried away."
Ryan leant to whisper, "Damn! At least we keep it to the hotel!", in the captain's ear, making him giggle.
"You're forgiven, guys...now, get your asses out there and work for the team, you sex fiends!"
Ryan smirked as the guys dressed and went out to the ice, giving the impression of two puppies with tails between their legs. He kissed Danny hard and lightly smacked his ass. "Nice job, Captain Briere," he muttered teasingly.
Danny smirked back. "Thanks, goalie, now get your ass on the ice."
Ryan laughed, sauntering away. "You got it, boss!"
"Fine ass it is, too," murmured Danny, suiting up and skating onto the ice where Ryan was already testing Max's goal skills and teasing him mercilessly. Tom watched from the bench, shaking his head and laughing.
He sat on the rails and watched as Max missed, again.
"Damn, Max, wish you scored as well here as you obviously do with Thomas!", Ryan taunted.
Max let loose a long string of Russian expletives as he whipped the puck back at the goal, banking it off the top of the posts to bounce against the glass.
Ryan winked. "Does he moan '61' when you 69, Maxim?" Danny giggled at Max's obviously furious expression.
"Don't let him rile you, Max! Score on him anyway!", Daniel yelled, smirking when Ryan turned a mocking glare on him.
He shrugged and mouthed, "I am still the captain!"
Ryan nodded with a teasing salute. "Aye."
They dragged their eyes away from each other as the rest of the team filtered from the locker room onto the ice, still grinning.
The practice went went. Max finally did manage to score a goal, plus six, despite Ryan's pointed looks and laughing moans.
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Danny and Ryan were the last to leave the locker room, which for their purposes, was very good.
Danny was leaning to lace his shoes when he felt a warm, hard body against his back, soft kisses placed on the back of his neck, and a pressure against his ass that would not be denied. He shivered as Ryan spoke, warm breath fanning over his skin.
"You're so hot, Captain...being all forceful and commanding," he whispered, pressing another kiss to Danny's ear.
Danny finished lacing his sneaks and spun around, knocking Ryan off balance and into his lap, the goaltender's buttocks pressed against his thigh. Turning the tables on his lover, he licked a trail up his neck, then blew on it, causing Ryan to shudder. "Just wait until we get to my room, babe. I'll show you how 'commanding' I can be." He bit the ear he was whispering into and smirked at the strangled moan.
Ryan didn't take long to leave the locker room, almost sprinting to his car, watching intently as Danny did the same.
He sped to the hotel, almost shaking with anticipation and biting his lip at the illicit thoughts playing behind his eyes, getting him almost painfully aroused.
He parked and ran into the lobby, stopping short and nearly turning over a luggage cart as he saw who was standing by the elevator, watching the numbers glow on the top as he waited for the car to reach his floor.
He nearly swallowed his tongue, his breath leaving him on a lustful sigh.
Taylor. Pyatt.
He was just about to turn and go up the stairs when the former Sabre turned and pinned him with his his gaze, face breaking into a wide grin. "Ryan!" He left the elevator completely to run over to Ryan and give him a huge hug, pressing them together everywhere. Ryan's eyes almost rolled back in his head as his fully aroused lower region came in contact with the body he'd wanted for years.
Taylor felt the bulge and quickly pulled away, looking down with burning cheeks. "I'm in town for a week, Ryan. I'm here to ask you to dinner."
Ryan shot a quick look at the door and floundered as he saw Danny walking from the parking lot. "I-I'd love to, but-" but he was cut off by Taylor's lips against his, soft and warm and everything he'd dreamt of. He melted against the stronger man, only avoiding collapse by Taylor's arm wrapped around his back.
When they separated, Ryan's dazed eyes saw nothing but Taylor. The man smirked, noting Ryan's lust-filled gaze and shaky breaths. "Pick you up at 7?"
Ryan nodded eagerly, watching him run up the stairs. "See you then!" He turned to step into the elevator when he felt a strong hand yank him back by his shirt and throw him against the wall, whirling him to face......
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Danny. Danny's eyes were flickering with an angry amber flame, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He almost seemed to glow a bit with jealous fury as he spoke quickly and quietly to his startled lover.
"You are not going. You are going to stand him up and stay with me like we planned because I refuse to let him get his hands or," he added with a low growl,"his mouth on you again."
Ryan's eyes were wide, his mouth dropped open as he took shallow breaths, his body heating as he took in his lover's fierce gaze and demanding tone, the submissive side of him naturally reacting to the dominance displayed by Danny. "I-I understand, Danny."
Danny grabbed his arm and threw him into the elevator, following him quickly. "Press the button for our floor, Ryan," he ordered.
Ryan nodded easily, stepping forward to do as he was asked. As soon as the doors closed, Danny pounced, smashing his lover against the wall of the car and savagely crashing their mouths together, taking everything Ryan had to offer and coaxing him with his tongue to new heights of pleasure, his knee pressed against the goaltender's pelvis, grinding their hips together just slightly and reveling in the moans coming from the tortured man.
When they reached Danny's room, he unlocked the door onehandedly, still plundering his lover's tender mouth, only breaking apart for short moments to breathe. He pushed Ryan through the door and back until the backs of his knees hit Danny's bed and he fell backwards, bringing tormented moans from his lips as Danny fell on top of him, his hot, hard body brushing him in all the right places.
Just as he leant to kiss Danny again, the still furious captain jumped back. His eyes were molten chocolate, flaming with jealousy and lust. "Strip," ame the softly spoken command, Danny's eyes daring him to disobey.
Ryan did, quickly tossing his clothes around the room haphazardly, spurred by the appreciation in his lover's eyes.
"Lay on the bed and watch," intoned Danny, waiting until Ryan was comfortable before he slowly removed his clothes, starting with his shoes, kicking them off and removing his socks.
Danny licked his lips, eyes burning into Ryan's as he painstakingly unbuttoned his shirt, showing one-inch-of-delectable-porcelain-skin-at-a-time, slowly revealing his chest and abs, toned to perfection and sheened with a light layer of sweat. He ran a finger down his chest, watching Ryan intently as he stopped to play a bit with his nipples and navel, then stopped at his waistband, his grin wicked, eyes black with lust, loving the reaction of his lover to his teasing, the goaltender clenching his fists and screwing up his eyes to keep from reaching for him, breath coming in pants.
He unzipped his jeans slowly and wriggled a bit, the material slipping off his slim hips easily and pooling on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, leaving him only in a tight black garment taht could barely even be called underwear, stretched tightly over his burgeoning arousal.
Ryan swallowed, hard, as Danny turned around and bent to drop his briefs, showcasing his incredible ass in a way that made him groan and clutch the sheets, growing impossibly harder.
Danny turned around and Ryan's jaw dropped. His cock was immaculate, nestled in a light dusting of chocolate curls, thick and long and slightly red with arousal, dripping just a slight bit of precome that made Ryan's mouth water to taste him.
But judging by the way Danny's eyes were fixed on him, unmoving from the pucker showing from a little under his balls, that would have to wait for later.
His gorgeous, sexy captain proved him right when he growled, "Come over here and bend over the bed," crooking his finger for emphasis.
Ryan hurried to oblige, leaning over the bed and presenting his ass to the dominant man like a tasty dessert, nearly collapsing when he felt Danny's hard prick brush against the edges of his entrance, just a light tease, enough to make Ryan want to beg him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember any name but mine, and definitely not Taylor's," muttered Danny, rubbing the head of his cock around Ryan's hole, catching the edges enough to torment.
Ryan pushed back, trying desperately to impale himself, aching with the need for Danny to stop talking and start fucking. "Ohh, Danny," he moaned, "fuck me, own me, god, please."
Danny's restraints were stretched to the breaking point as he witnessed his lover writhing on the bed, his ass rubbing against his groin, groaning. "I want you to forget, Ryan," he growled.
Ryan turned, pinning his lover's gaze with his own, a challenging glint in his eye. "Then make me forget," he purred, and Danny lost it.
He grabbed Ryan's hips and pushed roughly into his body, almost knocking Ryan onto his chest on the bed, slamming in and out of his ass with little care to comfort or tenderness. Ryan met him eagerly with every thrust, moaning with relief, crying out as the captain pressed his prostate, sending ripples of pleasure through his every nerve ending.
Danny fucked him with no slowness or loving touch involved, just purely animalistically, glorifying in every moan, gasp or cry he pulled from his lover. Louder, he wanted them louder!
Pulling out just enough to hear a whimper from the man beneath him, he slammed back into him, drawing a loud scream, "Fuck, - Danny!"
Pumping furiously, he groaned at the sound of his name yelled in the throes of passion, grunting, "Again, Ryan! Scream it again!"
Ryan threw his head back as Danny's pace increased, shouting, "Danny, - oh, Danny, ah, ah, yes, Danny!"
He was getting close but he needed more to push him over the edge. Looking up to meet Danny's half lidded eyes, he yelled, "Harder!", feeling the effect his words had on his lover immediately, shaking the bed as he fucked with everything he had.
Ryan could feel his orgasm in the pit of his belly and after a hard bite to his shoulder, he came without warning, his lover following him as every muscle in his body tensed, Danny filling him with his essence as they both dropped to the bed, almost blacking out with the intense exhaustion.
When they had separated and simply lay comfortably on the bed, draped around each other, sharing a lazy kiss every while, Ryan looked at his lover and grinned. "Wow, Danny,.....wow. That was the best fuck I've ever had."
Daniel smirked. "When I saw Taylor kissing you, I just got this sudden urge to possess you, to make you mine in a way you wouldn't soon forget."
Ryan moved closer, wincing as his sore ass brushed across the sheets. "Taylor who?", he asked, adoring the sweet smile Danny gave him.
"A guy who won't ever steal what's mine again."
Ryan nodded, pressing a soft kiss to the chest he laid on. "No one could give me a ride as good as you just did, I'd say, no matter how hot they are."
Danny growled. "He is not hot."
Ryan chuckled, perusing the naked body next to him. "After that, no one will ever be as hot as you are, babe. When you're being all dominant," Ryan ran a hand down his chest, panting just slightly, remembering, "god, it's sexy."
Danny's eyes narrowed. "If you're trying to turn me on again," he whispered into his ear, "it's working."
Ryan immediately stopped his slow seduction with a yawn. "I'd love to do it again, Danny, but I'm exhausted."
Danny stood up to change the bedclothes and laid back down, tenderly covering a half-conscious Ryan with the soft cashmere blanket. "Goodnight, love," he whispered, watching Ryan's mouth curve into a grin. "What?"
Ryan's eyes opened slightly, his breath leaving him on a sigh. "Love," he said happily.
Danny blushed. "Yeah....er, it was all I thought of."
Ryan smiled even wider at Danny's embarrassment. "I like it."
Danny smiled shyly back. "It feels natural."
"Yeah, it does," Ryan murmured as he feel asleep, Danny following soon after, their breathing deep and even, grins on both of them, even in sleep.
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Danny was jolted awake by a loud ring at eleven in the morning, quickly reaching to grab the handset before it woke Ryan. "Hello," he grunted sleepily, yawning.
"Danny," came the sigh of relief on the other line. Danny bristled at the familiar voice of Taylor Pyatt.
"What do you want this early, Taylor?"
Ryan stirred a bit aginst Danny's side as Taylor asked, "D'you know where Ryan is? He didn't show for dinner last night."
Danny grinned wickedly, running his fingers through his sleeping lover's hair. "I know."
"Oh, so you did have a game! That's good; I was worried he'd gotten hurt or something..."
"No," Danny disagreed, smiling as a pair of amber eyes opened lazily and fixed on his face.
Ryan moved to rest his head on Danny's shoulder, softly asking, "Who is it on the phone, baby?"
Danny heard the gasp and the immediate panicked, "Is that Ryan? What's he doing there? Why'd he stand me up? Are you and he - ?" He smirked and replied with a simple, "Yes," and hung up the phone on a frantic Taylor, turning to take his lover's lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, whispering, "Taylor," against his lips with a smug grin.
Ryan pulled away to stare at his grinning lover, fighting a grin himself as he giggled. "You're horrible," he murmured, lifting his head for another kiss.
Daniel laughed. "You love it."
Ryan laughed as well. "That I do."
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This was my REAL first fic...how'd I do? It's long because I didn't do chapters..I just wrote one long, run on story in a notebook and copied it into a wordpad document :)