Author: Dark Stitch
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own the wings or anythingof that sort
He had done it! Finally, after months of missing out on his life - hockey that is- he was able to return, and finally he was able to contribute more. A goal. He had his first goal since his damned surgery. He kept his cool till he reached the solitude of the visitor’s locker room, then he allowed his excitement to show. He grinned, and it was only a few short moments before a very familiar pair of arms encircled him, tightening warmly around him. “You did it,” the owner of the arms said, leaning down a bit to nibble at Steve’s ear. Steve couldn’t help himself and giggled at the treatment, struggling out of the hold to playfully push his long time lover away. “Bren, not here,” he shook his head, unable to be stern with his only weakness. The tall, dark, gorgeous Irishman just smiled at him, and Steve knew what he was planning. Steve had no objections. In fact, he couldn’t change fast enough. He made quick work of his gear, though lost in his thoughts, and hurried on his way to the bus that was waiting for the team as soon as he could, seeing as Brendan had disappeared from the room. Sure enough, Brendan was standing beside the bus, grinning. Steve shook his head, but boarded the bus anyways, Brendan following him on. He was not surprised when he was pulled into a kiss by the taller man. He enjoyed it for a long moment , then pulled away, shaking his head, yet very amused. “You know better Bren,” he scolded lightly, taking his seat next to the window in the front. His lover took the seat beside him, grinning, “Because you’re finally sick of hearing “ 'Stevie, if you can do it in public all the time, why can’t we?’ pout, moan, bitch...” Brendan laughed lightly at Stevie’s pouting. “You know I have to set a good example. It was a rule before, but now the media’s making me into a flawless god...” Steve sighed, resting his head back on his seat and closing his eyes. Brendan looked him over, his own eyes traveling slowly over the fuzzy light brown hair, the smooth forehead, the dark eye brows, the delicate eyelids that now hid the intense, beautiful, chocolate eyes underneath. He continued following the slight curve of the bridge of his nose, over his scar freckled cheeks, and came to rest on his soft pouting lips. Brendan was hit by an emotion that made his chest tighten, and his breath leave him. “You ARE flawless,” Brendan insisted, leaning in to capture his captain’s lips once more. This time Steve didn’t pull away, didn’t resist, because he was so touched by Brendan’s words, he wanted it no matter what the consequences. Unfortunately... “Yzerman! Shanahan! Not in front of the rookies.” Joe Kocur barked, trying not to smile. Brendan pulled away and sighed, throwing himself back in his chair like a scolded child. “Why not Joey? They could use some good old fashion life scarring moments.” Joe just shook his head, grinned, and took his seat ahead of them. Steve tried to hide a smile behind his hand, pretending he was clearing his throat. Brendan eyed him, glaring slightly. “What? You don’t agree?” he grinned, telling Steve he was in for something not too good if he didn’t agree. He smiled, looking calmly at his dark haired lover. “It’s not that, it’s just I think we HAVE scarred them for life enough already.” Brendan gave a small chuckle and rolled his eyes. “Then let’s go for severe mental trauma,” Brendan joked, leaning into his smaller lover again. Steve laughed, pushing him away. “C’mon Bren, behave.” he warned, settling back in his chair as the rest of the team began to file onto the bus. It was Brendan’s turn to pout as he watched Steve get comfortable. “Alright then, but I’ll get you back,” he promised, giving a quick wink as he settled back in his chair. Steve’s eyes widened. What had he done?! “I told you I’d get you back,” Brendan mumbled against Steve’s warm lips, stopping him from saying whatever he had been about to. Pressing the smaller man up against the hotel room wall he slide his hands down the hard body, reveling in it’s solidness. It began to shiver beneath his fingers and he kissed Steve deeper, twining their tongues together. He got the required reaction when the shorter man whimpered, clutching at his shirt. He smiled into the kiss, bringing his hands back up to open his lover’s dark blue dress shirt. The smooth chest beneath the thin fabric was panting, sweat already glistening over it’s surface. Brendan couldn’t resist it and leaned down to lick up the salty fluid, causing Steve to gasp, biting his lip. “Too bad these walls are so thin...” Brendan said, and Steve added, “I know... It’s going to be difficult to be.. quiet.” he managed, licking his lips. Brendan followed the wet muscle with his eyes, then pursued it with his own tongue. When he pulled away a moment later he grinned, saying, ”Who said anything about being quiet?”. When Steve gave him a shocked look he simply leaned in and began to suckle at the shorter man’s neck, running his hands roughly up the trembling thighs. Steve was unable to stop the pleading moan that left his throat, pulled out unwillingly by Brendan’s skilled hands. “Bren.. Bren we can’t....” he said, though his protests were getting fewer and farther between with every stroke of the Irishman’s big hands. Soon he felt the cool air of the room caressing his bare skin, and he wondered briefly where his clothes had gone. Before any investigation could be performed Brendan’s mouth was on him, and he was screaming. “More! Bren, more....” he cried, his fingers twitching in his lovers’ black hair. Brendan complied, taking Steve’s erection deeper into his hot slick mouth, and Steve threw his head back, smiling. But before the sweet sensations could overwhelm him he was suddenly alone. He whimpered at the loss of the heat, the dizzying pleasure... his lover. But soon Brendan was standing before him again, quite bare and obviously aroused. Steve struggled to say something, to suggest maybe Brendan should stop staring and fuck him... “You’re so perfect,” Brendan whispered stepping closer and speaking into his ear hotly, flicking the tip of his tongue out to taste the firm flesh, “I love you.” And then Steve was struck dumb, unable to voice whatever it had been he was so stupidly considering... And there were Brendan’s hands, so strong, so warm, running so surely over his unclothed thighs... And they began to tremble again, his legs almost turning to jelly. They weakly parted, though he was so far gone he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. But his body knew what it wanted... And apparently so did Brendan. Slick fingers probed at his entrance, gently, but demandingly. Steve’s breath caught, and he shuddered, gripping Brendan’s shoulder’s as the fingers began to enter him, one by one. Time flew by as they caressed his sensitive flesh, making his pleasure grow. Then the were gone from him and he whimpered, wanting them back, needing them. “Bren...!” he moaned softly, his voice leaving him in his desperation. But soon those calming arms were around him again, and there was a pressure at his entrance once more, and soon he was filled, the throbbing pleasure returning. “I’m here,” Brendan said quietly, nipping at Steve’s neck. The smaller man simply smiled, wrapping his legs around his taller lover with his assistance, gasping at the perfect angle they had reached. “Bren...” he breathed, nearly delirious. Brendan smiled at him, watching his pleasured expression. Brendan moved his face down then, kissing him deeply as he began to move. Steve gasped, pulling out of the kiss and tightening his grip. “Oh my god Bren...” he said, licking along Brendan’s neck before biting down on it. Brendan growled, quickening his pace, pounding Steve in to the wall. Steve cried out for more, mindlessly groping at the taller man’s back, trying to get him closer, deeper. And then he was there, falling over the edge, and he tightened his body around his lover, yelling incoherently. Brendan thrust once more into Steve, grunting into his neck. All that could be heard in the room for several moments after was the labored breathing of the two men as they calmed from their high. “Stevie,” Brendan said softly, licking at his ear again. Steve shivered, relaxing his legs, sliding down Brendan’s sweat slippery body. Steve rested against the tall solid man, trying to calm his nerves. Brendan moved against him gently, and Steve wasn’t sure what was going on till all the mess between them had been cleaned away. “Come to the bed,” Brendan said, leading the way. He helped Steve into the plush bed, sliding in beside him. Steve snuggled into his lover’s warm embrace, sighing happily. “Love you...” Steve smiled, nuzzling at Brendan’s chest, running the tips of his fingers through the soft tiny ebony hairs covering it. Brendan grinned, letting out a playful growl as he pulled Steve closer, kissing his sweat cooled forehead. Steve laughed, taking a deep breath at the end and letting it out slowly. “Congratulations on your first goal this season,” Brendan said softly, inhaling his scent deeply. nuzzling his silky brown hair. Steve laughed again, his eyes almost tearing up. “What do I get for playoff goals?” he asked, amused. Brendan grinned again, this time against his lover’s forehead, “I’ll show you when you get one,” he answered cryptically, making Steve laugh a final time, “Now you have me curious,” he said quietly, sighing happily and drifting to sleep. Brendan held him close as he slept, just loving the feel of him in his arms. Playoff goals indeed.
Brendan lay content, just nodding off into dreams when his mind decided to throw a memory at him. A memory that could not be ignored. He cursed silently to himself, looking down at Steve slumbering peacefully in his arms. It had been nearly an hour since Steve had fallen asleep, but Brendan had stayed up, lost in his thoughts as he usually found himself. Steve was a sound sleeper, to his good luck, and so Brendan had no problem shifting out from under him without the smaller man waking. Once loose Brendan threw on a t shirt and some shorts, and grabbed his room key. Taking one last look back at Steve he slipped quietly from the room, making his way down the hall. He soon found the room number he remembered seeing on the assignment list, and sure enough, it was rigged to be easily opened. He just hoped its occupant wasn’t already ...occupied. In fact, he’d have to be surprised if he wasn’t, seeing as he was the ‘counselor’ of the team, comforting them in any way he could. Absolutely any way. Strangely enough, Sergei was simply siting at the lone table in his room, staring out the window into the dark St. Louis night. “Sergei,” Brendan said uncertainly, shrugging his shoulders almost nervously. The blonde Russian man turned to look at him, but Brendan was surprised by the anger he read in the expression. “What is it?” he asked, his own anger jumping in to his defense...but he wasn’t sure why. Well why not?! Sergei was giving him a dirty look... and not the kind he was used to from his good friend and lo- “What is it?!” Sergei almost hissed, interrupting his thoughts, sneering as he stood to walk towards his Canadian team mate. He stopped when he was just out of grabbing distance. No sense in being unprepared. “You promised me you would be here, that you would not forget this time. And now look, here you are, again.” he spat indignantly. Brendan sighed, taking a step forward and putting a hand out to touch his friend’s arm. He was more than a bit shocked when Sergei pulled back, out of his reach once more. “No.” the simple word froze Brendan in his place. He had never - not from Sergei in this ...setup? -ever heard him say that word to anyone on the team. Especially not himself. “What?” he clenched his teeth, feeling a little betrayed. It was just a slight mistake.... “Are you hard of hearing now? I said no. Go back to Stevie.” Sergei glared, turning to head back to his seat at the table. As he did Brendan took the opportunity to grab his arm and turn him around. “It was an honest mistake, he got his first goal tonight, I wanted to congratulate him. I didn’t mean to forget.” Brendan explained, gazing into the breathtakingly intense blue eyes before him. “And I am saying this is the last time I wait for you Brendan.” Sergei grumbled and looked away, not used to fighting with his team mates. It didn’t feel too good, and definitely not now, with his best friend... Brendan made a face of confusion, gripping Sergei’s arm tighter. “What do you mean Sergei?” he asked, none too nicely. Sergei returned his angered blue eyes to the taller man, tightening his jaw. “I mean this is over. You don’t need me anymore, you have him. There are others who have no one. You don’t need me.” he repeated, and when the older man showed no response he attempted to jerk his arm from the loosened steel grip, but it quickly recovered, and he was pulled closer to the other man, so that Brendan’s face was only centimeters from his own. “Fuck that, I need you,” he said, growling in his near rage at Sergei’s dismissal. “I may have him now, but you were there before him, and I still need this from you,” the Irishman’s dark eyes flashed with his strong emotion, and the Russian tried to break free again, only to be drawn further forward into a kiss. Sergei couldn’t help himself and he gasped, a moan escaping him as his lips were parted by Brendan’s forceful tongue. He melted into it, shivering at the tingles it sent along his spine and down his belly, straight to his groin. It wasn’t too long though before Sergei’s mind realized what was happening and demanded action. He tried again to tug his arm from the taller man’s hold, but it was of no use. He began to push harder at the older man’s chest with his unhindered hand, managing to get his mouth free. Brendan was leaning back into him in the same instant, but he turned his head, his breathing unsteady. “No,” he said shakily, never having had this problem with anyone before. It was scaring him it was coming from Brendan, the man he... “I think so,” Brendan said, smirking, and forced Sergei into another kiss with a hand on the back of his head. Brendan wrestled him over to the bed, shoving him down and falling along with him, keeping contact between their bodies. Sergei gasped, closing his eyes at the sensation of Brendan’s weight on him again. So strong, so warm, so Brendan... Suddenly things were different, and he wanted this. He wanted Brendan to... No! He didn’t... His thoughts struggled within his head even as his body warmed up to the Irishman’s touch. Before he knew it was happening his clothes were removed, and he was laying naked in his bed with Brendan, the older man equally as bare. His mind screamed at him to resist again, this was wrong, he knew, because Stevie ... “I need you Sergei,” Brendan whispered heatedly into the prone Russian’s ear, bending his neck down to nip along the younger man’s collarbone. Sergei was unable to stop himself as he gripped the larger man’s arms, arching into his touches. “Shanny,” he moaned, his legs lifting to comfortably wrap around the taller man’s waist. Would he never learn to say no? Apparently not. And how could he? After all, he was in... Then Brendan was inside him, thrusting roughly, bringing him pleasure only he could bring... And Sergei was begging for more, crying out at the sensations overwhelming him. Brendan held him down by his wrists, and Sergei grinned in his pleasure... he liked giving up control to Brendan....The Canadian bit at his throat, sending little pulses of bliss through him, and he arched his back once more, gasping and taking the time to lick up the side of the larger man’s face as he thrust. Brendan growled, giving him a particularly hard thrust once among his otherwise steady rhythm. Sergei felt so wild, so untamed as he and Brendan ground together, the bed thankfully quite quiet despite their rapid and noisy actions. His hands traveled over the older man’s powerful back, up his neck, and he tangled his fingers in the dark locks, loving the semi softness. Then one of Brendan’s hands was roughly dragging up his thigh and he stiffened as the sensation helped to throw him into his release, his body trembling beneath Brendan’s as the larger man shuddered and came inside him. Sergei lay spent under his lover, panting to catch his breath, and unable to do more than gaze adoringly up at the man of his passions who was still poised above him, staring down at him, his dark eyes mysterious in the emotions they held. Sergei lifted his free hand to brush his fingers over Brendan’s brow, tracing down over his cheek to his lips, where they settled for a moment before Brendan kissed them, and Sergei smiled, leaning up to replace them with his own lips. He was kissed tenderly, and the Irishman pulled out of him at the same time, causing Sergei to whimper at his loss. Brendan rolled over, sighing happily, and Sergei followed him, planting kisses down his neck and chest to his stomach, where his own cum stuck to Brendan’s slightly darker skin. Sergei smirked and began lapping it up, much to the arousal of Brendan, who bit his lip and grinned. Sergei finished, giving Brendan one final kiss to the middle of his chest before he settled next to him, resting his head carefully on his friend’s shoulder, then running his fingers over his broad torso, eventually pressing down with his hand, rubbing the tired muscles into relaxing. Brendan closed his eyes, humming his appreciation as he leisurely tangled his fingers through Sergei’s silky golden hair. Sergei smiled, glad he could please his friend. A short moment later though, Brendan was moving away, gently pushing Sergei from his body. “I have to go, before he wakes up,” Brendan confessed, turning his back to Sergei as he dressed. Sergei immediately felt sadness and - jealousy? grow within his heart. He knew he should have said no and meant it... but he had meant it... hadn’t he? He watched his friend closely, depression washing over him. He didn’t know what to say. The moment had been so perfect - but only for a moment. Now it was cheapened, even ruined completely by Brendan leaving him so soon... and for another man. Wait, was he jealous? Of Stevie? Sergei was unaccustomed to the emotion, and wasn’t sure how to react to it. Brendan turned back to him, resting his hands on the bed to lean in and press a kiss to Sergei’s red, kiss swollen lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered against them, and then he was gone. Sergei bit his lip, looking over his rumpled sheets, and was surprised to find he couldn’t stay in the bed. He summoned up the strength to sit up, sliding from the bed to stand on shaky legs. He stumbled over to the unused bed, thankful how Drapes was his official roommate, but preferred to stay with his other line mates, allowing Sergei to carry out his usual business. A business which at the moment was killing him, he thought as he slid into the cool clean sheets, pulling them up to his shoulders, snuggling under them as if it were suddenly below freezing in the room. Never in all his years of pleasuring the team had he felt this way... He was... Brendan was.... Sergei sighed. What had he gotten himself into?
By Dark Stitch Maybe more to come.