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Title: Mourn (Sequel to Glance, Scream, Revel, and Disenchant)
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sid/Alex...though here, our Alex has been quite a busy boy. They're signed. ;)
Disclaimer: Um...running out of things to say...and way too busy fonting things to come up with something clever. Don't own or know.
AN: I hope you love this, because it was a pain in the ass to post, LOL! All that fonting. ><.
Glance
Scream
Revel
Disenchant
The All-Star game has ended and I’m sitting there waiting for him so I can congratulate him on the three goals he contributed to our win.
I figure after a second that he’s running late, so thankfully, I step into the shower, dropping my towel on the bench. The water slices over my
muscles and oh, it feels good. I moan in relief. That game is hell on your body, you know. I turn to grab the soap and come face-to-face with him. Now, I mean, I’m not usually the gay type, but wow. Alex has a really, really hot body. So I jump him.
As he pushes inside me, nipping my neck and whispering Russian in my ear, I swear I’m in heaven…
~Vermy
I’m just about to make my way out of the locker room after our game against the Caps when I meet him up close and personal.
He’s even hotter than they say. I can’t help but sigh happily and in a slightly lovesick way when he grabs me and shoves me back into the locker room, laying me on a bench and going down on me with skill that surely means he’s a professional.
As I shoot hot and wet down his throat, he smirks around me, milking my last drop, and I thank God he’s chosen me.
~Taylor Pyatt
He meets me while we’re practicing. My lover and I are working up ‘til the next game but our attention really kind of wanes when he walks onto the ice. His motion is fluid. His skating is beyond graceful. Our eyes follow him and I can see my lover licking his lips. “Tommy?”
He asks, his eyes flaming with lust, and I nod. I want him too.
“Yes, Max.”
He doesn’t need to do much. We come to him. It’s only later when my Max is grinding up and down on his cock and moaning like a whore while I lick his chest and wank him off that I realize exactly how easy it was to turn us into wanton, desperate sluts.
~Thomas Vanek
We’re at a dinner for the most promising players of the NHL, much like the one you were telling me about...well, actually we’re walking out of the dinner, when he approaches Ryan and me. When we’re necking in the elevator, he pushes the button, and as my eyes meet his, I realize we’re caught.
He just smiles that slow, sexy grin of his, you know, that cocky one he’s notorious for and pushes the button to shut the elevator, stepping inside. He drags my Ryan off of me to kiss him hard, and Ryan lets him, as I watch in awe. Not even I got Ryan to kiss me that easily the first time.
He doesn’t let me rest for long, though, pulling me toward him to lay lips to mine after he lets go of my lover. Ryan lavishes kisses on my neck, grinding against my ass as Alex devours my mouth and grinds against my erection. I swear I’m going to go crazy if one of them doesn’t fuck me right this second.
The elevator dings and opens and the two of them yank me down the hallway. Ryan’s following Alex to his room, and once we reach it and are inside, it’s no holds barred. They start to strip and my clothes, needless to say, aren’t on for long.
I take all I’m given the way I should, clenching around Alex’s lubed cock as my mouth makes love to Ryan’s. Mm, it’s cherry, my favorite, and fuck, Alex knows how to rotate his hips.
We collapse in a sweaty heap when it’s all over and I’m kissing one, kissing the other, and to be honest, I really don’t know which is the better kisser. But they kiss differently-Ryan kisses with love and tenderness because we’re us, while Alex kisses me to let me know how much lust and passion he holds for me, because well, apparently I’m hot-and I know which I prefer. I wave to Alex as he leaves us with a saucy wink, still in a daze as Ryan and I kiss lazily, still entwined.
~Danny Briere
Even Evgeni’s got a story to tell you as you lay with him wrapped around you in bed. Staalsy’s been drinking too much again and he’s taken your bed so Army doesn’t give him any crap about it.
“Alex is good kisser. He kiss me lots when we play him weeks ago. And then we got sex in the locker room. He sound very pretty when he moans.” He slips into Russian and somehow you’re thankful for once that you can’t understand him. You don’t think you could stand another story from the men of the league about how Alex can kiss wonderfully, fuck beautifully, moan prettily. You’ve already heard dozens and each of them just snaps another tiny piece of your heart off and throws it aside to wither and crumble into dust.
You bury your face into Evgeni’s shoulder and hold back tears as he starts to realize you don’t understand him and struggles to start speaking English again. Ev’s been like your teddy bear since the second week you met him, when you couldn’t communicate to him that you wanted a blanket and he assumed you wanted a bedmate. His warm arms and low, soothing voice was the perfect antidote to your homesickness and you really couldn’t resist. You’re just friends--you didn’t even know he was gay--but you and he snuggle in his bed often anyway.
“I like he butt. It’s nice looking.” Evgeni says, and normally you would laugh, but all that reminds you of is the night you were the one having him and how easily he dropped you. Your tears slip from tightly shut eyelids and he gasps lightly, picking you up from his shoulder like you were a rag doll and looking at you more carefully.
“Sid? What is matter?” He sits up and flicks on the lamp, pulling you with him and gently moving your hair away from your wet eyes.
Should you tell him? Should you tell him how you hate hearing all the sordid tales from the greatest bodies in the league because it only drives you further into depression? Should you tell him how hearing that he was also a victim of Alex’s--even if he doesn’t see it that way--makes you want to murder that Russian jerk?
His eyes are soft as he looks at you and you can’t help yourself wanting to pour your heart out to this tender soul. So you tell him everything, watching as his eyes flicker first in confusion, then in understanding and sympathy. When your whole heartbreaking tale is finished, he yanks you into a tight hug, holding you snugly against his body and letting you cry.
“Sorry, Sid,” he murmurs sadly when you’ve stopped sobbing all over him, and you nod, wiping your eyes. As his captain, you shouldn’t show him such weakness, but as your friend, he won’t allow you to hide from him.
“You’re forgiven, Geno...you didn’t know.” He didn’t either, you remind yourself, but that doesn’t change a thing. You still feel betrayed, still feel used, and you can’t help but hate him for it.
You fall into restless sleep hours later, hoping against hope that tonight Evgeni’s warm arms and lips against your temple will dispel the beautiful blue eyes haunting your dreams.
***
I hope you liked it, loves! I do it all for you! Love you all! Leave me some love in review form? ♥
Author:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sid/Alex...though here, our Alex has been quite a busy boy. They're signed. ;)
Disclaimer: Um...running out of things to say...and way too busy fonting things to come up with something clever. Don't own or know.
AN: I hope you love this, because it was a pain in the ass to post, LOL! All that fonting. ><.
Glance
Scream
Revel
Disenchant
The All-Star game has ended and I’m sitting there waiting for him so I can congratulate him on the three goals he contributed to our win.
I figure after a second that he’s running late, so thankfully, I step into the shower, dropping my towel on the bench. The water slices over my
muscles and oh, it feels good. I moan in relief. That game is hell on your body, you know. I turn to grab the soap and come face-to-face with him. Now, I mean, I’m not usually the gay type, but wow. Alex has a really, really hot body. So I jump him.
As he pushes inside me, nipping my neck and whispering Russian in my ear, I swear I’m in heaven…
~Vermy
I’m just about to make my way out of the locker room after our game against the Caps when I meet him up close and personal.
He’s even hotter than they say. I can’t help but sigh happily and in a slightly lovesick way when he grabs me and shoves me back into the locker room, laying me on a bench and going down on me with skill that surely means he’s a professional.
As I shoot hot and wet down his throat, he smirks around me, milking my last drop, and I thank God he’s chosen me.
~Taylor Pyatt
He meets me while we’re practicing. My lover and I are working up ‘til the next game but our attention really kind of wanes when he walks onto the ice. His motion is fluid. His skating is beyond graceful. Our eyes follow him and I can see my lover licking his lips. “Tommy?”
He asks, his eyes flaming with lust, and I nod. I want him too.
“Yes, Max.”
He doesn’t need to do much. We come to him. It’s only later when my Max is grinding up and down on his cock and moaning like a whore while I lick his chest and wank him off that I realize exactly how easy it was to turn us into wanton, desperate sluts.
~Thomas Vanek
We’re at a dinner for the most promising players of the NHL, much like the one you were telling me about...well, actually we’re walking out of the dinner, when he approaches Ryan and me. When we’re necking in the elevator, he pushes the button, and as my eyes meet his, I realize we’re caught.
He just smiles that slow, sexy grin of his, you know, that cocky one he’s notorious for and pushes the button to shut the elevator, stepping inside. He drags my Ryan off of me to kiss him hard, and Ryan lets him, as I watch in awe. Not even I got Ryan to kiss me that easily the first time.
He doesn’t let me rest for long, though, pulling me toward him to lay lips to mine after he lets go of my lover. Ryan lavishes kisses on my neck, grinding against my ass as Alex devours my mouth and grinds against my erection. I swear I’m going to go crazy if one of them doesn’t fuck me right this second.
The elevator dings and opens and the two of them yank me down the hallway. Ryan’s following Alex to his room, and once we reach it and are inside, it’s no holds barred. They start to strip and my clothes, needless to say, aren’t on for long.
I take all I’m given the way I should, clenching around Alex’s lubed cock as my mouth makes love to Ryan’s. Mm, it’s cherry, my favorite, and fuck, Alex knows how to rotate his hips.
We collapse in a sweaty heap when it’s all over and I’m kissing one, kissing the other, and to be honest, I really don’t know which is the better kisser. But they kiss differently-Ryan kisses with love and tenderness because we’re us, while Alex kisses me to let me know how much lust and passion he holds for me, because well, apparently I’m hot-and I know which I prefer. I wave to Alex as he leaves us with a saucy wink, still in a daze as Ryan and I kiss lazily, still entwined.
~Danny Briere
Even Evgeni’s got a story to tell you as you lay with him wrapped around you in bed. Staalsy’s been drinking too much again and he’s taken your bed so Army doesn’t give him any crap about it.
“Alex is good kisser. He kiss me lots when we play him weeks ago. And then we got sex in the locker room. He sound very pretty when he moans.” He slips into Russian and somehow you’re thankful for once that you can’t understand him. You don’t think you could stand another story from the men of the league about how Alex can kiss wonderfully, fuck beautifully, moan prettily. You’ve already heard dozens and each of them just snaps another tiny piece of your heart off and throws it aside to wither and crumble into dust.
You bury your face into Evgeni’s shoulder and hold back tears as he starts to realize you don’t understand him and struggles to start speaking English again. Ev’s been like your teddy bear since the second week you met him, when you couldn’t communicate to him that you wanted a blanket and he assumed you wanted a bedmate. His warm arms and low, soothing voice was the perfect antidote to your homesickness and you really couldn’t resist. You’re just friends--you didn’t even know he was gay--but you and he snuggle in his bed often anyway.
“I like he butt. It’s nice looking.” Evgeni says, and normally you would laugh, but all that reminds you of is the night you were the one having him and how easily he dropped you. Your tears slip from tightly shut eyelids and he gasps lightly, picking you up from his shoulder like you were a rag doll and looking at you more carefully.
“Sid? What is matter?” He sits up and flicks on the lamp, pulling you with him and gently moving your hair away from your wet eyes.
Should you tell him? Should you tell him how you hate hearing all the sordid tales from the greatest bodies in the league because it only drives you further into depression? Should you tell him how hearing that he was also a victim of Alex’s--even if he doesn’t see it that way--makes you want to murder that Russian jerk?
His eyes are soft as he looks at you and you can’t help yourself wanting to pour your heart out to this tender soul. So you tell him everything, watching as his eyes flicker first in confusion, then in understanding and sympathy. When your whole heartbreaking tale is finished, he yanks you into a tight hug, holding you snugly against his body and letting you cry.
“Sorry, Sid,” he murmurs sadly when you’ve stopped sobbing all over him, and you nod, wiping your eyes. As his captain, you shouldn’t show him such weakness, but as your friend, he won’t allow you to hide from him.
“You’re forgiven, Geno...you didn’t know.” He didn’t either, you remind yourself, but that doesn’t change a thing. You still feel betrayed, still feel used, and you can’t help but hate him for it.
You fall into restless sleep hours later, hoping against hope that tonight Evgeni’s warm arms and lips against your temple will dispel the beautiful blue eyes haunting your dreams.
***
I hope you liked it, loves! I do it all for you! Love you all! Leave me some love in review form? ♥