All in a Day's Work

Rating: NC-17, PWP

Original Date of Completion: April 2003

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and unfortunately I never will. This is all fiction, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. So please don't sue me. This contains some questionable material, like spanking. If that doesn't float your boat, you shouldn't read on.

Note: The game mentioned in this fic was a game between the Red Wings and St. Louis Blues on March 29, 2003, when something like 200 penalty minutes were assessed in the last 30 seconds of the 3rd period. This was written in response to the SpankBank challenge on the Hockey-Dreams list.

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Steve's POV

Being Captain is a tough job. You've got to be the one to be the big inspiration when things aren't going so great. If a rookie is having problems, it's your job to take him off to the side and help him out. If two of your teammates are bickering like little old ladies because they've been rooming together for far too long, it's your job to change them up. And if your teammates get into a big huge brawl on the ice, and get ejected from the game, it's your job to remind them how....naughty, that is. Yeah, I said naughty. I can't think of a good word right now, sue me. There's a whole hell of a lot of adrenalin running through me right now. That game was pretty damned insane, the scrappiest one I've played in this year, no doubt. I think 15 or so of my teammates were kicked out at the end, all because the Blues wanted to be badasses. Yeah well, we kicked their asses on the scoreboard, and then with our fists. I don't normally advocate violence, but the Blues deserved everything they got. And besides, it's been a while since I've gotten to give my teammates these little reminders of naughtiness, I've sort of missed it.

It's a bit different this time around though. In the past, this "punishment" would lead to hours and hours of sex with whichever teammate needed the spanking. Now, for the first time in a long time, I had a steady boyfriend, so sex was out of the question. The punishment still had to occur, it was a written rule of the Captain's Code. There would just be no sex to follow it all up. Well, except with said boyfriend, since he was one of the many teammates involved in the Wrestlemania re-enactment today. And let me tell you, that was one of the more unexpected things that has EVER occurred in my life.

There are a lot of guys on this team you would expect to get into a brawl if one should occur. Cheli, Shanny, Mac, Malts, Drapes, Mathieu 2. Hell, I wouldn’t even put it past Cujo to get involved. But Luc Robitaille? No one on Earth could've seen that one coming. He didn't have the temperament of a fighter, at all. He was one of the good guys in the game, if you ask almost anyone they would tell you that. So when he rushed to Homer's aid today, wielding his stick, and then his hands, I think collectively the world blinked in astonishment. I know I did, for a couple seconds anyway. Then that little proud feeling I get from him took over, and I wound up grinning like an idiot (on the inside, stone cold stare on the outside, as always) for the rest of the game.

It didn't even occur to me then that I would have to be punishing more than half my team because of everything that had occurred. I couldn't think of anything but Luc, and how proud I was for what he did. It had been a rough year for him. He tried his damndest to stay positive with everything that was going on around him. But there were times when it all became too much to deal with, and he broke down. Those times were usually just between the two of us, but I had made it my job to be there to comfort him whenever he needed it. It was in one of those times that I first realized how special he was, and how lucky I was to have him.

His slump had just reached 15 games, and there was an article printed somewhere that completely ripped him to shreds. It called him so many stupid, petty names: washed up hack, overpaid old man, unlucky untalented Luc, any derogatory name you could think of for him that article probably had. But it wasn't any of that that bothered him. It was one tiny little line hidden among the insults; the tiny little line that questioned his dedication and love for the game. When he first read that article to me, he must've read that line aloud 100 times. And every time he did, his eyes got a little more fiery. By the hundredth time, his eyes could've incinerated anything in their path. Thankfully he had no desire to watch me burn. All he did was stare at me, then throw the article across the room. Then he said some words that continually rang in my ears, especially with everything that transpired today. "They can say anything they want about me. But how DARE they question my love for this game and for this team."

Staring into his eyes in that moment, it was like our souls connected. Words weren't even needed for me to understand every feeling that was going through his mind right then. I could just feel it, as pathetic as that may sound to you. I knew he loved the game, and I knew he was dedicated to the team, but I fully realized just how much in that moment. It was a good connection to feel, even if it did make watching him struggle this season all the more harder. It just made me feel like I understood him better, I can't really explain it.

People can say a lot of things about him and the way this season went for him, and they do. But no one knows how it really made him feel. No one knows how hard he worked, how hard he busted his ass every practice, and after every game on the bikes. They just continued to question his ability, and his work ethic, and above all else his dedication to the game. Well tonight, he showed everybody just how dedicated he was. He didn't have to do what he did, the refs would've done something eventually. But he stuck up for his teammate, took one for the team, and in the process silenced anyone who was questioning him. I had never been more proud to call Luc Robitaille my boyfriend. And I was always proud to say that, he was my partner in the 600-goal-love after all.

The proud feeling started to fade as soon as the game was over, though. Well, okay, it will never really fade. It's just after the game, I was finally able to concentrate on the fact that I got to punish my dirty fighter teammates. Luc was understanding of everything, he was a captain for a brief time in LA. Of course, this time, he had to be punished along with the rest of them. That should prove to be interesting, and most fun because there will be sex afterward. But there should be fun had with all, for me anyway. Especially with Kirk. Fun is ALWAYS had with Kirk. There was just a new wrinkle in that fun.

In the past, I punished Kirk quite often. I used to think he would go out and get into a huge scrum just to get the punishment, like he got off on it. Well, he did get off, but that was afterward and besides the point here. Now the literal getting off couldn't happen. Not just because I had Luc, and was more than satisfied with that. No, Kirk too had found someone. That someone being Cheli, who amazingly wasn't one of the ones I had to punish.

The two of them had went through quite a lot of crap to be together. Bitter, jealous exes, evil lesbian wives, spending a week drunk in Cancun and NOT fooling around. But they'd made it through and were happy, and didn't want anything to screw it up. So it would be strictly punishment for Kirk, for all of those reasons and more. More being the fact that the two of them were two of my closest friends, and were relationship confidants for a little while there.

When Luc and I first got together, both of us were apprehensive about letting anyone know. Someone could've screamed favoritism, or the coaches could've demanded we end it, or in a less likely occurrence, we could've wound up on the front page of the Hockey News. So we kept everything secret, at least until we felt the time was right to tell everyone. The time wasn't really right when Malts and Cheli found out, but in the defense of me and my dear boyfriend, we didn't tell them. They found out all on their own. They just happened to go to the same restaurant in Cancun that Luc and I did that fateful night. See, in Mexico, no one recognizes hockey players. So Luc and I were actually able to be a couple in public, and not worry about who saw us. We had never had that before, so we were soaking up every second of it we could. That proved to be our undoing, as Kirk and Cheli walked into that restaurant and caught us in mid kiss.

They didn't react badly though. They were shocked, granted, but they were cool about it. In his tequila induced state, Kirk referred to us as the 600-goal love, and we've referred to ourselves like that ever since. The four of us became really good friends during and after that trip. They were our confidants until we finally came out about being together. When they got back together before they were separated from the others they were with, Luc and I kept their secret and tried as best we could to help them deal with everything. You might say they were our best couple friends. Because of that, Luc and I had made it our unofficial jobs to make sure they stayed happy and that nothing messed them up. It wasn't an easy job, by far, but we'd so far been successful. That being said, I'm not so sure about punishing Kirk now. I mean, I know it's my job to, but I'm not going to do it if it'll cause problems for him and Cheli. Maybe if I ask...

"Cheli," I whispered, leaning in his direction.

He sat a few lockers away from me, digging in his bag with his back toward me. I waited for a second for him to respond to my whisper, but his response never came. So I hopped to my feet and walked over toward him. Dropping down into the stall beside him, I nudged his knee with my own. That got his attention, and he glanced up at me with a smile.

"What's up, Steve?" He asked, leaning back in his stall.

"I've got a question," I replied, resting my elbows on my knees.

He grunted in acknowledgment, nodding his head in acceptance.

"The whole brawl," I started, twirling my finger in the direction of the ice. "Your man was involved..." I trailed off, unable to put the rest into words.

He sat forward, turning toward me and raising an eyebrow. "And?"

I felt myself blush, and dropped my gaze to the floor. "You were a Captain," I mumbled, chewing at my bottom lip. "You know how it goes,"

He snickered, flashing an amused smirk at me. "Are you asking my permission to spank my boyfriend?"

I burst into laughter, leaning back against the locker and shaking my head. "I guess so, yeah,"

"Do I get to spank Luc?"

I snorted a giggle. "If you really want to, be my guest. When he turns around and clocks you and starts cussing in French, don't say I didn't warn you,"

"As amusing as that sounds," He laughed, stretching his arms over his head as he got to his feet. "I think I'll let you handle it. They're both in the showers right now,"

He winked and clapped me on the shoulder, then turned and left. I sat still as I watched him walk away, going over my plan of action inside my head. If they were both in the shower, odds are I could kill two birds with one stone. Get Kirk over and done with fast, then devote a little more time in energy toward Luc, in the interest of sex later on. It wasn't like I had to worry about being discreet about any of this, since more than half of the team would be in for the same thing. And I did it most times in the locker room anyway; my wife didn't really enjoy it in the past when I invited grown men home to be spanked. In the showers was a new twist, but it was a welcome change. You could only spank people in the trainer's room for oh so long before it got really boring. And since Marty Lapointe had left, no one really got off on getting it in the middle of the room for all to see anymore.

Most would still get it in the trainer's room, but as these two were special, they might as well get it in a special place. Climbing to my feet, I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head. I had been ready for a shower when I was lost in my thoughts, so the only clothing that remained on me was the t-shirt and briefs, which would remain until Luc thought it best for them to go. But the t-shirt could go now, and it did as I tossed it toward my locker and began my walk toward the showers. It landed with a clang inside the locker, knocking my shoulder pads to the floor. I kicked them out of the way as I passed, not stopping my progress toward the shower.

The room was already emptying, most had cleared out right after they showered. Luc and Kirk however were always the last two out; they primped and prettied themselves like a couple of teenage girls before they ever left the room. I could hear them giggling in the shower right now as I stood outside it, probably discussing the ill effects of hair dye, and why aerosol hairspray was of the bad. I giggled to myself at that thought, and shaking my head, stepped into the shower.

They stood next to each other at the far end of the room, laughing and joking about something with their backs towards me. I grinned at the sight; not just because this would make things a little easier on me, but because it was a really nice view. Water cascaded down their bodies, tiny droplets shining against taut muscles. My eyes were quickly transfixed by Kirk; the muscles in his back tensing as he soaped up his torso. I watched each muscle intently, remembering so well feeling that back pressed against me. My mind threatened to drift off into memory, but it was stopped as my eyes caught glimpse of a stream of soap sliding down his back. It snaked its way slowly down his back, traveling in the grooves of flexing muscles. I bit my lip at the sight, clenching my hands into fists to keep them from my cock. As the soap reached the crack of his ass, disappearing between the firm globes, I could no longer stand idly by and just stare. I had to get the punishment over with, and get my equally as wet, hot, and soapy boyfriend back to my hotel room and have the sex.

Creeping up slowly behind them, I grazed my hand gently across Luc's lower back (his most ticklish area) to get his attention. He jumped about a foot, spinning around and fixing me with a glare. I giggled and flashed a big grin, garnering a smile from him and an "Oh geez, here we go" from Kirk. We both rolled our eyes at him, and stepping from beneath the water, Luc leaned in and stole a quick kiss.

"What are you doing?" He asked, stepping back beneath the water.

I watched contentedly for a moment as the water poured down his body, giving his skin an incandescent shimmer. I probably could've done that for more than a moment, had my eyes not ventured near the promised land. Kirk snorted a laugh, and Luc flat out giggled as shook my head and brought my eyes back up to his with a grin.

"Besides staring at both of you naked?" I asked with a laugh. "I'm here to perform my captainly duties,"

I turned my attention toward Kirk, crossing my arms across my chest and staring him straight in the eye. A look of confusion swirled briefly in his eyes, until I let a smirk come to my lips. That chased the confusion away, and he grinned as he stepped from the water. Luc reached behind himself and cut his shower off, the water ceasing with a loud creak. He kept his eyes locked on us as he leaned back against the tile wall, resting his hands behind his head. Both Kirk and I laughed at him, and I shook my head.

"Who said you get to watch?" I teased, arching an eyebrow in his direction.

He grinned in reply. "I wore an A in the preseason, I've earned the right," He said simply, shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed and smacked my forehead in an exaggerated gesture. "Of course, how could I forget? That does give you the right to stay and watch,"

"Hey, HE fought more than I did," Kirk pointed out. "Shouldn't I be the one getting to watch his punishment?"

"Yeah, probably," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders. "But he has an advantage over you,"

"What's that?"

I turned to Luc and winked. "He puts out,"

Kirk sighed, hanging his head in a defeated pout. Knowing the way his mind works like I do, I'm sure the first thing that popped into his mind was "I used to." Thankfully though he didn't say that, that wasn't anything Luc needed to find out about here. Not that he would have a problem with it, he's just liable to ask for details. And with the way my dick is already straining against my briefs, odds are details would make me explode. Actually, the way I'm feeling right now, this punishment stuff may very well do that on its own.

I saw a grin spread across Luc's face as Kirk ceased his pouting, and "assumed the position." I never really had to give instructions for this whole speel, most did just like Kirk here, turned and braced themselves against a wall and waited. Only with one person did I actually have to say "Assume the position" (back to Marty Lapointe again, he was a strange one, that guy.) I've seen a lot of different reactions to this over my eleventy billion years as Captain. Some trembled all nervous like, like I was maliciously going to hurt them or something. Some fidgeted in anticipation, excited at the whole idea. And then some seemed almost bored by it all, like Kirk right now. Ah, how things changed. I'd dealt with him trembly and fidgety over the time he'd been here, and now he was in the bored stage. My little Kirkie has grown up, I think I'm going to cry. Okay, I'’m over it.

Stepping behind him, I grazed my hand slowly down Kirk's back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Luc bite his bottom lip, and snickered to myself. He would be enjoying this, the pervert. I just hope he enjoyed it when he was on the receiving end, because boyfriend or not, he was still my fighting left winger, and needed to be punished. But right now, it was my other (One of my three on the day, actually) fighting left wingers' turn. My hand glided easily along Kirk's ass, the water that was still pouring from the shower easily slicking the milky skin. I could see him biting his lip now, and sneaking a quick peek forward, could also see he was enjoying this just as much as the rest of us. My eyes could stay on that sight for way too long if I let them, so I snapped my attention clear by laying an open palm across his ass. He hissed slightly from the feeling, pressing a fist against the wall in front of him. He'd only gotten 2 for roughing today, so he only got two spankings; he looked back expectantly at me as he waited for the second. I was quick to oblige, laying another open palm against the opposite cheek. He jumped this time, rubbing his ass as he turned around to face me.

"You did a lot of hand workouts while you were off, didn't you?" He asked, reaching above him to shut his shower off.

I bit my lip, turning to Luc with a grin. "Maybe..."

"Oh God," Kirk groaned, shaking his head. "I'm out of here before the porno music starts,"

Luc and I laughed, waving to him as he left the showers. As soon as he was safely away, I rushed Luc and pushed him gently against the wall. He giggled as he slipped his arms around my neck, and slowly our lips met. Slow lasted for only seconds before our kisses gained in intensity. Our lips mashed feverishly, and our tongues writhed lustfully together. It was one of those kisses that made you lightheaded, but yet you never wanted to break it. I probably never would if I had my way. From that first time he kissed me like this in Cancun, I could never get enough of it. My entire body tingled, my heart melted, my mind struggled to form coherent thoughts every time. It was probably the single most thrilling thing in the world, kissing him like this. The only beef I had with it, it never lasted long enough. Stupid need to breathe.

Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from his. But refusing to lose the contact, I buried my face in his neck, pressing our bodies as tightly together as I could manage. I felt him sigh in contentment, then felt his lips on my temple. I smiled against his neck, kissing at it gently, and murmured in French that I loved him (we rarely said it in English, it's way sexier in French.) He whispered back his proclamation of undying love (Okay, so he said I love you too), and slipped his hand into my hair. I was more than happy to just stand there like that, soaking up the contact and getting petted, but he had to speak again.

"I think I know now why you enjoy being Captain so much," He chided, tickling the back of my neck.

I nipped gently at his neck (I hate being tickled), then looked up at him with an innocent grin. "Why is that?"

"You get to cop cheap feels on your teammates,"

"Hey!" I objected, slapping him playfully on the chest. "I was not copping a cheap feel," I pulled away from him and glared petulantly. "And you know what? Just for that, I'm spanking you for every minute of your 10-minute-misconduct. I WAS going to let you get away with 5-for-bitch-slapping, but not anymore,""

He gasped mockingly. "No, please. There has to be some way I can say I'm sorry,"

I folded my arms across my chest, and shook my head. "Nope, spanking. Assume the position,"

He jutted his lip out in an exaggerated pout, but adhered to my command nonetheless. I wasted no time, smacking him playfully on the ass the second he was braced against the wall. He jumped slightly, but the look on his face spoke to me clearly that he enjoyed it. That brought a grin to my face; who knew Luc enjoyed an occasional spanking? Drawing my hand back, I gave him a few more whacks, keeping a close watch on his face the whole time. The enjoyment never wavered, so I kept going. As I gave him spanking numbers 5 and 6, I added in a bit of rubbing to soothe the skin. That coaxed a quiet moan from his lips, and he laid his head against the tile wall in front of him.

"You can keep doing that, and I won't get upset. I promise," He whispered, hissing as I gave him #7.

I continued rubbing gently for a moment, then came back with #8. "I'm sure you won't," I murmured into his ear, dragging my fingers lightly along the crack of his ass.

He whimpered softly, craning his head back toward me. Our lips met in a brief, gentle kiss. "And if there's anything else you want to do while you're back there, I won't be upset about that either,"

I snickered softly against his neck, licking lazily along the skin. His hand slipped into my hair and he pressed back against me, grinding against my hardening cock. It wasn't like I didn't already know, but him doing that all but spelled out what he wanted. And really, who am I to deny him that? Especially if it's something that I myself want pretty badly right now. Normally I might care that we are not only in the shower, but in the visitors locker room in an arena not our own. But right now, I could care less. There was no way I could handle the grinding he was doing and not want to be inside him. That whole exploding thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah, really close to that right now.

Easing my briefs down hurriedly, I placed myself at his opening. He tried to push back against me, but I kept his hips still with my hands, lightly digging my fingernails into them. He growled back at me, returning his hand to my hair and tugging lightly. He was the single least patient person alive, I was remembering that now. Not wanting to keep him waiting (and not trusting myself to wait for very long) I searched around us for some kind of lube. Unfortunately, like I said earlier, we were in an arena not our own, and lube wasn't just magically hanging on a string in front of us. Stupid Blues, you think they could have the courtesy to keep some around. I was more than ready to settle on water, but as I reached to turn the shower back on, I noticed a bottle of body wash sitting in the shower caddy. Grinning, I grabbed it and quickly poured some into my hand. I wasted no time in coating my cock with it, then returned myself to his opening.

I pressed myself into him slowly, biting at his neck to quiet my moans. He whimpered softly as I worked myself into him, wiggling slightly until I reached the hilt. I stilled my hips for a moment, slipping my hand around his waist, trekking it slowly toward his cock while waiting for him to adjust. As my hand wrapped around him, he moaned and clenched his muscles around me, telling me without actual words that he was ready. Slowly, I began to thrust into him, jerking his cock at a different rhythm. The alternating pleasure had a quick effect, as he moaned and clenched his hand in my hair. I whimpered as he tugged at it, biting down not-so-gently on his shoulder. That earned me a growl, and he clenched his muscles around my cock. That was all it took for orgasm to dropkick me over the edge, and I lost it inside him with a muffled scream.

Thrusting into him one final time, I kept inside him and devoted my attention to his cock. Jerking it furiously, it took only another minute for him to join me in the Big-O. With a quiet whimper he exploded, his cum flooding over my hand and onto the shower floor. Thinking quickly about disposing the evidence (or so I would think) Luc reached above us and turned the shower on. A cold stream of water fell over us just as I pulled out of him, and I squeaked from the feeling. He giggled at me, turning around and collapsing against the wall. I fell into his arms, burying my face against his neck as his arms slipped around my waist.

"I still owe you two," I mumbled into his neck, kissing gently at the skin.

He laughed softly, planting a light peck to my cheek. "Always the Captain, aren't you Steve?"

I lifted my head from his neck and stared at him with a grin. "It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it," I avowed, leaning up for a kiss. "Besides that, it's fun,"

It really was a fun job. Win a hockey game, spank some teammates, have the sex with the boyfriend, lather, rinse, repeat, all in a day's work. Nobody else had it this good. Man, being Captain rocks.

THE END

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