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Title: Wild Night
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: What's higher than NC-17?
Pairing: not really a pairing, more of a threeing, Max/Tom/Derek
This is set around the time a few games before Max's wrist healed and he came back....:)
Max stares at the scoreboard for the hundredth time and sighs sadly. His team had lost to Toronto, 4-1, in a game they surely could have dominated, like they had last night. His eyes are swimming with guilt at not being able to help his guys and he knows from the looks of concern on his linemates' faces that it shows. He shakes his head at Tommy and Derek's questions about his well being, leaving the arena quickly to avoid them.
Deciding not to go up to their room, he pulls a baseball cap over his telltale hair and eyes and walks into the hotel bar. His eyes water just a bit as he calls the bartender for a bottle of wine...drinking his problem away seems like a rather good idea right now, and that gets him way more drunk than beer. He takes a long drink from the bottle and sighs. Being able to do nothing when he'd seen his team tank had taken its toll on his emotional state. He feels useless, hopeless and depressed beyond belief.
It hadn't helped much either to see his linemates meshing so well with Drew Stafford, the rookie who'd taken his place while he was out with his broken wrist. Every time they'd accurately executed a play in the past month, he'd sunk deeper and deeper into feeling like he wasn't needed. The announcers' comments had done nothing but intensify that and he could almost hate them for it.
Suddenly, he hears voices behind him that he'd recognize anywhere. He ducks down as he hears, "He must be around here somewhere. He's not in the room, and he wouldn't go out to get drunk."
He turns around slightly to see and sure enough Derek and Tom are standing in the doorway, perusing the room to find him. He ducks down but they've already seen him. They make their way to his table and sit down on either side of him, ordering a bottle of whiskey that will get them as drunk as Max's wine will get him. They down a shot and give Max a 'look'. "Don't try to tell us nothing is wrong, Maxim," Tom says in a firm voice.
Max looks away. He can't lie to his linemates and he knows it. They'll see right through him..they know every trick to finding him out. "I...feel....so..not useful," he mutters, biting his lip. He closes his eyes against the pity in Tommy's eyes and buries his head in his arms, taking a long draught from the bottle of wine.
It doesn't take much more alcohol before he and his linemates are smashed beyond all reason. Max is crying, his inhibitions gone and the pain intensified that much more with his judgement turned on its ear, when he feels Derek pull him into a tender embrace, tucking his head into his shoulder.
"You're not not useful," the redhead slurs, laying a kiss on his Russian linemate's forehead. Tommy joins in, laying his head on Max's chest and whispering, "You're definitely someone we miss out there, Max."
Max smiles through his tears. "Really?"
Tom is taken by his smile and leans to kiss him, but is met by Derek trying to achieve the same thing. They wink at each other and kiss him at the same time, pulling away to place soft kisses all over his face. When Tommy finds his pulse point and sucks, Max bucks and Derek has to stifle a moan as the centre's half-hard cock brushes his thigh. "I think we should take this up to our room," he murmurs, pulling the two to their feet, leaving the half-empty bottles behind.
With no small amount of difficulty, the three stumble their way to their room, stopping every second or so to kiss, suck or bite any bit of body they can find on the others. Tom pushes the key into the lock and turns it and the three of them go sprawling onto the floor just inside the door, giggling a bit as the winger pushes the door shut with his foot.
He crawls on top of Max, pressing the centre to the plush carpet and captures his mouth in a heated kiss, working to unbutton the man's navy shirt. Forced to part for air, he smirks at Derek and gasps, "Let's show this delectable Russian how much he's appreciated."
Derek reaches to help him with Max's shirt with an eager nod. Suddenly, an idea strikes him and he grins widely. Whispering in his fellow winger's ear, he pulls Tom to his feet and they run into the bedroom. Max follows them, still in a daze from their tender kisses and kind words.
He steps into the room and is immediately grabbed by one of them as the other fastens a blindfold around his head, leaving him unable to see anything but black satin. The man with a grip on his wrists, not even harsh enough to make his broken one hurt, lays wet, arousing kisses on the back of his neck, whispering, "You'll like this, Maxi."
It isn't long before his holder pushes him onto the bed and straddles him to keep him there. Max squirms against the pleasant pressure of his friend's weight and whimpers, but his wrists are soon released only to be grabbed and fastened into something to hold them with a metal 'clink'. Max can't help but gasp. Handcuffs. They've handcuffed him to the bed, completely at their mercy. His hips come off the bed involuntarily at the thought alone. Completely at their mercy. Helpless...left to whatever they wanted him to do. He moans as whichever one of them were sitting on him leaves the bed, but he doesn't have much to wait. Soon he can feel the pressure of both of his linemates sitting there with him and he whimpers. "Do not do this to me, guys. I am dying here." He sees a smirking face in the lamplight as the blindfold is removed and whimpers again. Tom has lost his shirt and is kneeling next to him, his eyes flickering with lust and tease. The blonde turns to Derek and grins.
"You hear that, Der? He doesn't want us to touch him." There is a bit of a pout in his voice and Max opens his mouth to argue but he's silenced by Derek's reply.
"Well, maybe we can make him come without touching him, then," the man purrs, reaching a hand to bring Thomas toward him. Max's eyes widen as they lock lips, in a dangerously hot kiss that has him panting. He can see their tongues slip in and out of their mouths and there's no question, he's completely hard now, aching even. A tortured moan leaves his lips as he watches his friends devour each other, quickly losing control, pulling each other closer by hands on each other's asses.
The sound breaks the spell they've cast on themselves and he gasps as their eyes turn to him. "You sure you don't want us to touch ya, Maxi?" The question comes from Derek, obviously the more wicked of the two. He steps back to the bed and runs a warm hand down Max's chest, tweaking one nipple and drawing a groan. "We could have soo much more fun if it was all three of us..." The two give him cheeky grins that make his pulse speed up and he shakes his head frantically.
"I want you to," he moans as Tom's hand finds its way to his pants and rubs just slightly against the bulge there. Those seem to have been the magic words because at that, the two of them immediately start to lavish pleasurable attentions anywhere they can reach, each one of them taking a nipple into their mouth, Tom's fingers easily unzipping Max's jeans and slipping inside to stroke his groin, Derek's fingers busy running lightly up and down his sides.
Max is in ecstasy from all of the sensation running through his body, but his world stops and narrows to his blonde linemate's hand when the winger wraps it around his cock and begins to slowly jerk it up and down, rubbing at the head with his thumb and producing dribbles of precome. Derek lets off his nipple to get Max's jeans and boxers completely off, until he's left lying naked and vulnerable between them, cuffed and unable to do any touching, but growing closer and closer to the edge just by having the touching done to him. Derek's fingertips brush his entrance and he moans, arching off the bed and pressing his cockhead against Tommy's palm in the process, dragging more moans from his lips. When the redhead sucks his fingers into his mouth and pushes one inside him, he almost sobs in relief, whining, "I want you to..fuck me..."
Tom's eyes slam shut at the naughty words spoken from such pretty lips and he pulls Derek to him, begging him with his eyes to let him be the one. "I've wanted that ass from the moment I saw it,Der...please give it to me..." He looks tense and strained as Derek ponders for a moment. He gives Max a glance and asks, "Who do you want to do it, Maxi? Who do you want inside you?"
Max looks agonized to have to speak at a time like this. "I..I don't care...whoever...just...hurry..." The sight
of the man writhing on the bed, mouth open to make such dirty pleas, makes Tom moan with want.
Derek sees this and concedes, first walking back to Max and, taking off his clothes, dangling his hard cock in the Russian's face. "Would you suck me, Maxi? If I asked really, really nicely?" He leans to hear the answer and almost collapses when Max lifts his head to grab his cockhead with his mouth and applies light suction, just enough to cause a groan from the winger. Derek leans forward more and Max takes more into his mouth, compensating for loss of his hands with hard suction and wicked tongue action that by no means leaves Derek unsatisfied.
Meanwhile, Tommy kneels on the bed and grabs Max's tight, sexy ass to finish what Derek started, pressing three fingers deep inside the man and hearing the tortured moan even around the cock in his mouth. It doesn't take much preparation before he can grab a condom out of his jeans, strip them off, don the condom and slam into Max's body. Max's back comes completely off the bed, his mouth slamming down on Derek's groin and causing the man to give a long, loud groan as Max moans around his shaft. One more thrust and one more humming moan and Derek is coming deep into Max's throat, coating it with salty white fluid that Max works hard to swallow, every drop.
As soon as Derek has left his mouth, his moans are loud enough for the rooms all the way down the hall from them to hear, mingling with Tom's and interspersed with please of , "Harder..faster...oh fuck, more!" as Tom pounds him into the bed, drilling into him with precise strokes against his prostate that are fast pushing him over the edge. Tommy praises him with gasps of , "So tight, Max...fuck, you're so hot..." that only make him even hotter and he knows he won't last too much longer, so he begs Tommy to jerk him off. The winger obliges, grabbing him and tugging hard, pulling screams of pleasure from his throat and after a minute, long ropes of cum from his cock, his every muscle tightening.
Including the one Tom is buried in. The Austrian bends his head to kiss Max as he pumps hard into him, racing toward his own climax. With one touch of the man's lips to his, Max's tongue slipping into his mouth and stroking his own, he comes, filling Max with hot liquid while he moans into his mouth.
His body goes limp on top of Max's chest and it's a long minute before he can stand and pull out of him. When he does, he ties the condom and tosses it in a nearby trashcan, kissing his new Russian lover lazily but passionately, Derek crawling on the bed to join in, the three of them catching each other's tongues and sucking on them. Max wants to kiss back but he can't as well, restrained as he is. He whimpers, pulling on his cuffs to catch their attention and Tom smiles. "Hold on," he murmurs, leaning to retrieve the key from the dressing table next to their bed and unlocking the cuffs.
When he's free, Max immediately wraps his arms around Tommy and pulls him in for another hot kiss, smiling against the lips of the man he's always wanted. Derek watches with a tender smile, knowing that they've forgotten he's in the room. After all, this had been Tom's idea...and for good reason, it seemed.
He lays on the other bed, pulling the covers over him and witnessing something beautiful on the bed next to him. He presses his head to the pillow, turning off the lamp first, and just listens.
"I've wanted that for a while," he hears Tom mutter and he can see Max's smile even through the darkness. He also hears it in his response.
"I have, too." There are sounds of passionate kisses and giggles and Derek realizes they feel far more than just lust for each other. He turns over, away from them, to give them some privacy and instantly falls asleep.
Max snuggles against Tommy and sighs contentedly. "That was really amazing, Tommy."
Tommy's eyes are soft as he stares down at the man laying on his chest and obviously moving toward sleep and feels a rush of tenderness toward him. "You're amazing, Max. I'm just glad I got to have you for tonight."
Max's breathing is deepening and his eyes are closing but he murmurs softly against Tom's skin. "Me, too."
Tom tucks Max in and leaves his bed, smiling sadly down at the man he loves. He knows Max prolly won't remember any of this tomorrow and he figures it's for the best.
After shutting the keys, lube, condoms, and handcuffs into the secret dresser drawer of Derek Roy where they had come from, he lays in his bed and just watches Max sleep until he falls asleep himself, a picture of loving brown eyes and a warm smile behind his closed eyes.
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*has to huggle beta 'cause of course she was right, those two are the cutest couple you can write* First threesome, folks, but not the last...and I almost wanna cry 'cause of the ending, so *sets box of virtual tissues on desk* go ahead and have at it. Comments are love! :D
Author:
slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: What's higher than NC-17?
Pairing: not really a pairing, more of a threeing, Max/Tom/Derek
This is set around the time a few games before Max's wrist healed and he came back....:)
Max stares at the scoreboard for the hundredth time and sighs sadly. His team had lost to Toronto, 4-1, in a game they surely could have dominated, like they had last night. His eyes are swimming with guilt at not being able to help his guys and he knows from the looks of concern on his linemates' faces that it shows. He shakes his head at Tommy and Derek's questions about his well being, leaving the arena quickly to avoid them.
Deciding not to go up to their room, he pulls a baseball cap over his telltale hair and eyes and walks into the hotel bar. His eyes water just a bit as he calls the bartender for a bottle of wine...drinking his problem away seems like a rather good idea right now, and that gets him way more drunk than beer. He takes a long drink from the bottle and sighs. Being able to do nothing when he'd seen his team tank had taken its toll on his emotional state. He feels useless, hopeless and depressed beyond belief.
It hadn't helped much either to see his linemates meshing so well with Drew Stafford, the rookie who'd taken his place while he was out with his broken wrist. Every time they'd accurately executed a play in the past month, he'd sunk deeper and deeper into feeling like he wasn't needed. The announcers' comments had done nothing but intensify that and he could almost hate them for it.
Suddenly, he hears voices behind him that he'd recognize anywhere. He ducks down as he hears, "He must be around here somewhere. He's not in the room, and he wouldn't go out to get drunk."
He turns around slightly to see and sure enough Derek and Tom are standing in the doorway, perusing the room to find him. He ducks down but they've already seen him. They make their way to his table and sit down on either side of him, ordering a bottle of whiskey that will get them as drunk as Max's wine will get him. They down a shot and give Max a 'look'. "Don't try to tell us nothing is wrong, Maxim," Tom says in a firm voice.
Max looks away. He can't lie to his linemates and he knows it. They'll see right through him..they know every trick to finding him out. "I...feel....so..not useful," he mutters, biting his lip. He closes his eyes against the pity in Tommy's eyes and buries his head in his arms, taking a long draught from the bottle of wine.
It doesn't take much more alcohol before he and his linemates are smashed beyond all reason. Max is crying, his inhibitions gone and the pain intensified that much more with his judgement turned on its ear, when he feels Derek pull him into a tender embrace, tucking his head into his shoulder.
"You're not not useful," the redhead slurs, laying a kiss on his Russian linemate's forehead. Tommy joins in, laying his head on Max's chest and whispering, "You're definitely someone we miss out there, Max."
Max smiles through his tears. "Really?"
Tom is taken by his smile and leans to kiss him, but is met by Derek trying to achieve the same thing. They wink at each other and kiss him at the same time, pulling away to place soft kisses all over his face. When Tommy finds his pulse point and sucks, Max bucks and Derek has to stifle a moan as the centre's half-hard cock brushes his thigh. "I think we should take this up to our room," he murmurs, pulling the two to their feet, leaving the half-empty bottles behind.
With no small amount of difficulty, the three stumble their way to their room, stopping every second or so to kiss, suck or bite any bit of body they can find on the others. Tom pushes the key into the lock and turns it and the three of them go sprawling onto the floor just inside the door, giggling a bit as the winger pushes the door shut with his foot.
He crawls on top of Max, pressing the centre to the plush carpet and captures his mouth in a heated kiss, working to unbutton the man's navy shirt. Forced to part for air, he smirks at Derek and gasps, "Let's show this delectable Russian how much he's appreciated."
Derek reaches to help him with Max's shirt with an eager nod. Suddenly, an idea strikes him and he grins widely. Whispering in his fellow winger's ear, he pulls Tom to his feet and they run into the bedroom. Max follows them, still in a daze from their tender kisses and kind words.
He steps into the room and is immediately grabbed by one of them as the other fastens a blindfold around his head, leaving him unable to see anything but black satin. The man with a grip on his wrists, not even harsh enough to make his broken one hurt, lays wet, arousing kisses on the back of his neck, whispering, "You'll like this, Maxi."
It isn't long before his holder pushes him onto the bed and straddles him to keep him there. Max squirms against the pleasant pressure of his friend's weight and whimpers, but his wrists are soon released only to be grabbed and fastened into something to hold them with a metal 'clink'. Max can't help but gasp. Handcuffs. They've handcuffed him to the bed, completely at their mercy. His hips come off the bed involuntarily at the thought alone. Completely at their mercy. Helpless...left to whatever they wanted him to do. He moans as whichever one of them were sitting on him leaves the bed, but he doesn't have much to wait. Soon he can feel the pressure of both of his linemates sitting there with him and he whimpers. "Do not do this to me, guys. I am dying here." He sees a smirking face in the lamplight as the blindfold is removed and whimpers again. Tom has lost his shirt and is kneeling next to him, his eyes flickering with lust and tease. The blonde turns to Derek and grins.
"You hear that, Der? He doesn't want us to touch him." There is a bit of a pout in his voice and Max opens his mouth to argue but he's silenced by Derek's reply.
"Well, maybe we can make him come without touching him, then," the man purrs, reaching a hand to bring Thomas toward him. Max's eyes widen as they lock lips, in a dangerously hot kiss that has him panting. He can see their tongues slip in and out of their mouths and there's no question, he's completely hard now, aching even. A tortured moan leaves his lips as he watches his friends devour each other, quickly losing control, pulling each other closer by hands on each other's asses.
The sound breaks the spell they've cast on themselves and he gasps as their eyes turn to him. "You sure you don't want us to touch ya, Maxi?" The question comes from Derek, obviously the more wicked of the two. He steps back to the bed and runs a warm hand down Max's chest, tweaking one nipple and drawing a groan. "We could have soo much more fun if it was all three of us..." The two give him cheeky grins that make his pulse speed up and he shakes his head frantically.
"I want you to," he moans as Tom's hand finds its way to his pants and rubs just slightly against the bulge there. Those seem to have been the magic words because at that, the two of them immediately start to lavish pleasurable attentions anywhere they can reach, each one of them taking a nipple into their mouth, Tom's fingers easily unzipping Max's jeans and slipping inside to stroke his groin, Derek's fingers busy running lightly up and down his sides.
Max is in ecstasy from all of the sensation running through his body, but his world stops and narrows to his blonde linemate's hand when the winger wraps it around his cock and begins to slowly jerk it up and down, rubbing at the head with his thumb and producing dribbles of precome. Derek lets off his nipple to get Max's jeans and boxers completely off, until he's left lying naked and vulnerable between them, cuffed and unable to do any touching, but growing closer and closer to the edge just by having the touching done to him. Derek's fingertips brush his entrance and he moans, arching off the bed and pressing his cockhead against Tommy's palm in the process, dragging more moans from his lips. When the redhead sucks his fingers into his mouth and pushes one inside him, he almost sobs in relief, whining, "I want you to..fuck me..."
Tom's eyes slam shut at the naughty words spoken from such pretty lips and he pulls Derek to him, begging him with his eyes to let him be the one. "I've wanted that ass from the moment I saw it,Der...please give it to me..." He looks tense and strained as Derek ponders for a moment. He gives Max a glance and asks, "Who do you want to do it, Maxi? Who do you want inside you?"
Max looks agonized to have to speak at a time like this. "I..I don't care...whoever...just...hurry..." The sight
of the man writhing on the bed, mouth open to make such dirty pleas, makes Tom moan with want.
Derek sees this and concedes, first walking back to Max and, taking off his clothes, dangling his hard cock in the Russian's face. "Would you suck me, Maxi? If I asked really, really nicely?" He leans to hear the answer and almost collapses when Max lifts his head to grab his cockhead with his mouth and applies light suction, just enough to cause a groan from the winger. Derek leans forward more and Max takes more into his mouth, compensating for loss of his hands with hard suction and wicked tongue action that by no means leaves Derek unsatisfied.
Meanwhile, Tommy kneels on the bed and grabs Max's tight, sexy ass to finish what Derek started, pressing three fingers deep inside the man and hearing the tortured moan even around the cock in his mouth. It doesn't take much preparation before he can grab a condom out of his jeans, strip them off, don the condom and slam into Max's body. Max's back comes completely off the bed, his mouth slamming down on Derek's groin and causing the man to give a long, loud groan as Max moans around his shaft. One more thrust and one more humming moan and Derek is coming deep into Max's throat, coating it with salty white fluid that Max works hard to swallow, every drop.
As soon as Derek has left his mouth, his moans are loud enough for the rooms all the way down the hall from them to hear, mingling with Tom's and interspersed with please of , "Harder..faster...oh fuck, more!" as Tom pounds him into the bed, drilling into him with precise strokes against his prostate that are fast pushing him over the edge. Tommy praises him with gasps of , "So tight, Max...fuck, you're so hot..." that only make him even hotter and he knows he won't last too much longer, so he begs Tommy to jerk him off. The winger obliges, grabbing him and tugging hard, pulling screams of pleasure from his throat and after a minute, long ropes of cum from his cock, his every muscle tightening.
Including the one Tom is buried in. The Austrian bends his head to kiss Max as he pumps hard into him, racing toward his own climax. With one touch of the man's lips to his, Max's tongue slipping into his mouth and stroking his own, he comes, filling Max with hot liquid while he moans into his mouth.
His body goes limp on top of Max's chest and it's a long minute before he can stand and pull out of him. When he does, he ties the condom and tosses it in a nearby trashcan, kissing his new Russian lover lazily but passionately, Derek crawling on the bed to join in, the three of them catching each other's tongues and sucking on them. Max wants to kiss back but he can't as well, restrained as he is. He whimpers, pulling on his cuffs to catch their attention and Tom smiles. "Hold on," he murmurs, leaning to retrieve the key from the dressing table next to their bed and unlocking the cuffs.
When he's free, Max immediately wraps his arms around Tommy and pulls him in for another hot kiss, smiling against the lips of the man he's always wanted. Derek watches with a tender smile, knowing that they've forgotten he's in the room. After all, this had been Tom's idea...and for good reason, it seemed.
He lays on the other bed, pulling the covers over him and witnessing something beautiful on the bed next to him. He presses his head to the pillow, turning off the lamp first, and just listens.
"I've wanted that for a while," he hears Tom mutter and he can see Max's smile even through the darkness. He also hears it in his response.
"I have, too." There are sounds of passionate kisses and giggles and Derek realizes they feel far more than just lust for each other. He turns over, away from them, to give them some privacy and instantly falls asleep.
Max snuggles against Tommy and sighs contentedly. "That was really amazing, Tommy."
Tommy's eyes are soft as he stares down at the man laying on his chest and obviously moving toward sleep and feels a rush of tenderness toward him. "You're amazing, Max. I'm just glad I got to have you for tonight."
Max's breathing is deepening and his eyes are closing but he murmurs softly against Tom's skin. "Me, too."
Tom tucks Max in and leaves his bed, smiling sadly down at the man he loves. He knows Max prolly won't remember any of this tomorrow and he figures it's for the best.
After shutting the keys, lube, condoms, and handcuffs into the secret dresser drawer of Derek Roy where they had come from, he lays in his bed and just watches Max sleep until he falls asleep himself, a picture of loving brown eyes and a warm smile behind his closed eyes.
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*has to huggle beta 'cause of course she was right, those two are the cutest couple you can write* First threesome, folks, but not the last...and I almost wanna cry 'cause of the ending, so *sets box of virtual tissues on desk* go ahead and have at it. Comments are love! :D