Happy Birthday Ara! This pairing was at your request, but oh dear did I have fun with them. When my Mannymuse formed, he came out all agressive, and more than ready to have sex *g*. As for the CuJomuse, he went volunteerily along for some more emotional torture. One day I will give him a happy story *g*. But for now, he is just going with the flow, and enjoying the GoalieLove. Also, because you mentioned Sean in your requests, he snuck his way in here too. The other guy is sort of an insert your own, so have fun *g*. I must say thank you for giving me this pairing idea, I sooooo enjoyed writing it. And it gave the opportunity for some fake!chat bunnies to sneak their way into print. I really love the way that this is told, and I hope you do too. *hugs* Happy Birthday!
Love,
James
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Rating: NC-17 baby!
Original Date of Completion: November 2002
Pairing: Manny Legace/Curtis Joseph
Disclaimer: I own them both, and you can't have them. Actually, this is all fake and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. So please, don't sue me.
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See Subject A, the star of our story, Manny Legace, 29. Known to the world as...well, Manny Legace. There is no cool nickname for this above average back-up goalie. No Dominator, no St. Patrick, not even an Olie the Goalie. And that my friend is the catalyst of his disorder. And that disorder is called BENWA. Or in laymen's term, Bench Warmer's Aggression. Mr. Legace didn't always suffer from BENWA. As the back-up to Chris Osgood, Manny remained as happy as a ferret. But when thrust into the shadow of the Dominator, BENWA was quickly contracted. BENWA isn't a terminal disorder, no need to send your get well wishes or things of that nature. The only known complication incurred from BENWA, besides a bad attitude, is the loss of one's A game. This can be evidenced by Subject A's second half meltdown last season. There are two known cures for BENWA. One, which happens in only a minority of cases, is going from back-up to starter. This cure is known to have worked for such goalies as Brent Johnson and Martin Biron. But in Cup hungry Detroit, Subject A has no such luck. But there is still cure number two, which for Subject A is the surefire way to go. And that cure, releasing that built up aggression on one of its causes. That brings us to Subject B.
Curtis Joseph, 35. Known to the World as CuJo. Much like the Dominator, CuJo came to Hockeytown in search of that elusive Stanley Cup. That is where the similarities end between the two, except for one very important area. Both did it at the expense of Subject A. Subject B did it out of innocence, completely unaware of Subject A's condition. Most were unaware of it, to the outside world Subject A was as happy as one could be. Unfortunately for our dear Subject B, that was just a facade portrayed to the world. Behind that smile laid a simmering case of BENWA, waiting to explode at any minute. And unfortunately for Subject B, when the Dominator left down, he became the target. He was the unlucky one chosen to feel the wraith of Subject A's BENWA. And it would happen on his first official day as a Red Wing. Day one of Training Camp.
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Butterflies ran rampant in the stomach of Curtis Joseph. This was the third time he'd been in this position, trading one team in for another. And this time was even a bit different than other times, he knew some of his new teammates from pervious years and teams. But the butterflies still held court. Things were different this time than the last times. He was stepping into the hardest position in Hockeytown, becoming the new goalie for the Stanley Cup Champions. And not only that, he was filling perhaps the biggest shoes one could ever have to fill. He knew of the pressures when he'd signed the contract, but that did nothing to comfort him. As much as he tried to ignore them, the sadistic butterflies made sure he knew they were there.
And they did that by throwing him off his game. He only seemed to stop the big shooters, every rookie and grinder scoring on him at will. That was not the way he wanted to start life as a Red Wing. He'd envisioned a big day of impressing his teammates, proving to them he was worthy of being there. But instead he'd shown them how bad he could be. His mind had been anywhere but on the ice, and he made sure to beat himself up over it the second scrimmages were over, staying on the ice and cursing the net.
It was then, like a shark in the water, Manny Legace smelled blood. Well, not actual blood, but like vulnerability blood. Vulnerability oozed from Curtis Joseph, sending Manny's BENWA into a frenzy. He too had had an off day. But his could be attributed to BENWA. And he knew that if BENWA was knocking him off his game now, it would wreck havoc on him once the season began. So Manny knew that he must take this presented opportunity and unleash his aggression on a vulnerable and unsuspecting CuJo.
"Hey," Manny said innocently, skating up to where CuJo sat inside the net, tapping his stick against the posts.
"Hey," Curtis replied glumly. "Good job today," Manny smiled, fishing at a puck in the net with his stick. Curtis moved out of the way of Manny's probing wood, giving him easier access to the family of pucks inhabiting the net. Manny pulled a puck out and pushed it around with his stick. Curtis looked on disinterestedly, making no attempts to move from the net. Manny stared at him with a grin.
"Come on, let's practice," Manny yelled as he skated to center ice.
"Practice how?" Curtis questioned, finally climbing out of the net. "There's no one here to shoot on us?"
"Hey," Manny yelled again. "If you can stop me you can stop anyone. I've got more goal scoring talent than Luc, Hully and Stevie all combined,"
Curtis giggled, shaking his head as he slipped his mask back on. He grabbed his glove from atop the net and jammed it back onto his hand. He got into position and tapped his stick on the ice, giving Manny the signal to being. Manny skated slowly up the ice, more pushing the puck along than maneuvering it up the ice. But as he neared the net, he stopped and drew his stick back. To his own surprise when he dropped it back to the ice, it connected with the puck. Curtis dropped down to stop it, but he did so too late, the puck trickling by his side and back to his family in the net. Manny blinked, shocked at the happenings. He couldn't believe that it had happened, but in a selfish moment he was happy to say he'd scored a goal. But he quickly realized how upset he'd be if Curtis had scored on him. He skated back to the net, and it was then that Curtis finally reacted.
"I don't EVEN fucking believe that! I can't stop you? These sticks can't even hit that hard!" He raged, throwing his stick toward the bench.
"Hey, calm down," Manny spoke in an attempt to comfort. "It's not like this was a game. It was just luck, that's all,"
"Fuck that. I just suck, that's all," Curtis grumbled, trying to skate away.
Manny grinned as he reached out and grabbed CuJo's shoulder. CuJo turned around with a glare, which only increased the grin on Manny's face. Manny brought his hand to CuJo's shoulder, gripping at the part not covered by padding. CuJo stared at Manny in silence, blinking back tears from his incredible blue eyes. The blood in the water was increasing, his vulnerability could be smelled by BENWA cases all the way to Anaheim. Manny's own BENWA was raging, and he found his grip getting tighter on Curtis' shoulder.
"Look, you just had an off day. It happens to all of us. But I've got just the thing to help you," Manny stated with a smirk.
"What's that? Magic Not Suck juice?"
"This,"
Manny pushed his lips roughly on to CuJo's. Curtis gasped into the kiss, and Manny could taste his shock. That only served to encourage him, and he slipped his tongue into CuJo's mouth. He swabbed his tongue around, licking lightly against teeth. When his tongue touched against Curtis', Curtis gasped and pushed him away.
"What are you doing? I'm not...."
Manny's tightening grip on his shoulder stopped CuJo's words in his throat. Manny could literally feel the BENWA surging through his veins. He stared deeply into CuJo's eyes, and what he saw there brought the smirk back to his face. And that was desire.
"Oh, I think you are," Manny snickered, his fingernails digging slightly into CuJo's shoulder. "And I think you'll do everything I say,"
"Or, or what?" Curtis asked nervously.
"Oh, you don't want to find out,"
Curtis nodded slowly, shivering under Manny's steely gaze. Manny's hands left Cujo's shoulders, and he snickered satisfiedly at the prominent marks he'd left. From the look in CuJo's eyes, Manny knew he had him in the palm of his hand. Curtis was his for the taking, he'd finally be ride of his BENWA. He could already feel some draining away as he traced over the marks on Curtis' shoulder. He knew to finally rid himself of it, he had to unleash it all on Curtis. And since they were in the right location, he could kill two birds with one stone and fulfill every goalie's fantasy.
"Okay," Manny started, pulling his jersey over his head and dropping it on the ice. "I want you to be a good little puppy and do everything I say,"
Curtis nodded. "Good puppy," Manny snickered, grazing his hand down CuJo's cheek. "Now the first thing I want you to do is strip for me,"
Curtis eyes widened and he blinked at Manny several times, trying to find words. When he did, they sounded a lot different than they had in his head.
"H here?" He stammered, glancing nervously around the barren rink.
Manny grinned, returning his hands to CuJo's shoulders. "Less talk, Puppy, more naked,"
Curtis hissed as Manny's fingers dug back into his shoulders. He nodded quickly, bringing his hand to his jersey. Manny took his hands from his shoulders as Curtis pulled the jersey over his head, dropping it next to Manny's on the ice. Manny leaned against the net and watched as piece after piece of equipment left CuJo's body and hit the ice. It wasn't long before Curtis stood in just boxers, shivering from the cold. Manny looked over CuJo's body appreciatively, salivating at the solid definition before his eyes. Manny grinned and licked his lips, snickering as he saw the tent forming in CuJo's boxers.
"That's a good Puppy," Manny praised, grazing a hand slowly up Curtis' chest. "Now be a better Puppy, and strip me,"
Curtis nodded and slowly reached forward, tucking his hands beneath Manny's shirt. Manny had earlier removed his equipment, so Curtis went straight to his shirt, pulling it over Manny's head and dropping it to the pile on the ice. Manny grinned as Curtis' hands found his waist and fingers slipped hesitantly past the waistband of the black sweatpants Manny wore. Slowly he tugged them down until he reached ankles, leaving Manny standing in just grey boxer briefs. Curtis looked at Manny in question, and Manny patted his head.
"That's a good Puppy. Now make us a bed so Puppy can get his treat,"
Curtis blinked, not understanding Manny's instructions. Manny's BENWA flared, and before he knew it his hands were attached painfully to Curtis' forearms. Curtis whimpered at the pain, which only increased Manny's grip. His blood was boiling, the BENWA nearing the breaking point. His breathing became heavy, almost like a bull, as he stared into CuJo's eyes. Manny snickered, and pushed Curtis slowly down to his knees.
"I said," Manny spoke through gritted teeth. "Be a good puppy, and make. A. Damn Bed. So. I. Can. Fuck. You."
Curtis gulped, and nervously nodded his head. Manny released his arms, and pushed him roughly down to the ice. Curtis hissed as his back connected with the cold ice, but immediately got back up. He grabbed their jerseys from the pile and laid them down inside the net. Padding came next, laid blocker side as a makeshift pillow. Manny watched on with waning interest, his hormones surging in anticipation. Just watching Curtis, muscles dancing on his tight frame, nervous sweat pouring down his body, he was hard as a rock. From the first second he'd undressed, Manny had been visualizing what he'd do with Curtis, how he'd release both BENWA and pleasure inside Curtis. IT had been all about the BENWA at first, but Manny had taken a quick liking to his new Puppy. If BENWA allowed, he may just make Curtis feel good too.
When Curtis had made as best a bed as he could, he turned and stared up at Manny, begging for approval. Manny smirked and ran his fingers softly through Curtis' hair.
"That's a good Puppy," Manny spoke softly. "I think Puppy deserves a little treat, say a bone?"
Manny's hands found the waist of his briefs and quickly pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a thud. Curtis' eyes were locked on that dick, frozen even as Manny wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. He jerked it lightly, squeezing a droplet of precum from the tiny slit. He rubbed his thumb across the massive head, smearing the precum on his shaft and thumb. He brought the digit to his mouth and sucked it clean, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Curtis'. He let his thumb slip from his mouth with a pop, then pointed at his dick with a grin.
"Get your bone, Puppy,"
In his nervousness, Curtis didn't budge. A part of Manny told him to take it easy on Curtis, to not completely traumatize him on his first day on the team, but the BENWA overruled. He roughly grabbed Curtis' head, clenching his hands tightly in his hair. Curtis whimpered as Manny forced him to look up.
"You"re a bad Puppy. When I say something, you’re supposed to obey," Manny spoke through gritted teeth. Curtis whimpered as Manny's grip tightened in his hair.
"Does Puppy not want his bone?"
"N no," Curtis stammered, his hand fighting to loosen Manny's grip.
"No?" Manny shouted. "Puppy doesn"t want his bone?"
"No," Curtis whimpered. "I want it,"
Manny snickered, loosening his grip in Curtis' hair. "Good, now you show me how much you want it,"
Manny's hand stayed loosely in Curtis' hair, guiding him forcelessly toward his dick. Manny sighed as he felt Curtis' breath on his sensitive shaft. Curtis' tongue extended slowly, hesitantly toward Manny's cock. He licked tentatively at the glimmering head, the salty taste of precum playing on his tongue. Manny grew impatient quickly, thrusting forward and pushing his dick into Curtis' mouth. Curtis gagged, but Manny kept his head firmly in place. Curtis adjusted quickly to the massive shaft in his mouth, and began swirling his tongue around the head. Manny's eyes fluttered shut, a low moan escaping from his lips. With each swirl of Curtis' tongue, BENWA hissed its way from Manny's body. He could feel himself calming, the intense pleasure taking the place of aggression. Instinctively his grip tightened in Curtis' hair, and he began to lightly thrust his hips. Curtis could feel Manny's orgasm rising, and increased his motions on the thick shaft. Manny's moans grew in volume, his thrusts becoming jerkier with each second. He kept on until he felt the first tingle of orgasm, then pulled himself from Curtis' mouth.
Curtis whimpered and looked up at Manny pleadingly. Lust radiated behind his luminescent blue eyes, sending shivers down Manny's spine. Manny snickered at Curtis' hungry smile, running his fingers softly through his hair. Curtis brushed his lips softly against Manny's dick, coaxing a throaty growl from Manny's lips. Curtis looked up at Manny with a smirk.
"Puppy likes his bone," Manny moaned as Curtis grazed his fingers slowly up Manny's cock.
Curtis nodded, licking a bubble of precum from the tip of Manny's cock. Manny moaned, and reluctantly pushed Curtis away. Confusion glowed in Curtis' eyes, bringing a grin to Manny's lips. He turned from Curtis and focused his eyes on the "bed" inside of the net. He snorted a laugh, reaching down and lightly jerking his cock.
"Let's see how much puppy really likes his bone. Get in there," Manny snarled, turning back to face Curtis.
Unlike the last time he'd received orders, Curtis fulfilled this one quickly. He climbed inside the net and laid back against the padding used for a pillow. Manny's body surged in anticipation; it was every goalie's dream to have sex in the net, and his dream was about to come true. He climbed in beside Curtis and pushed his lips roughly onto his new teammate's. Curtis whimpered beneath the kiss, snaking his down Manny's leg and grabbing his cock. Manny hissed as Curtis' hands wrapped around his shaft, driving his tongue deeper into Curtis' mouth. Manny bit down on Curtis' lip as he began to roughly jerk his cock. His head fell back in a moan, each jerk from Curtis' hand squeezing more BENWA from Manny's body. Manny enjoyed the hand job only briefly before batting Curtis' hand away. Curtis growled, but Manny silenced him quickly with a kiss.
"Puppy is suddenly eager," Manny whispered, clutching Curtis' ass. "Let's put that eagerness to good use,"
Manny pushed Curtis softly onto his back. The space inside the tiny net was cramped, but Manny was determined to make it work. Sensing his determination, Curtis lifted his legs from the ice, allowing Manny to slide between them. He wrapped them around Manny's trim waist, squeezing him and pulling him closer. Manny growled, pushing his lips back to Curtis for a brief, rough kiss. When he pulled away, he leaned back against the twine of the net with a grin. His hands traveled slowly up Curtis' legs, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. Instead of tugging them down, he simply tore at them, surprisingly even himself as they ripped in half. The lust in Curtis' eyes increased with that simple action. He reached up and pulled Manny back down to him, driving his lips onto Manny's. These kisses were rougher and more passionate than any they had shared thus far. When they separated, Curtis could feel his lips throbbing. He looked up at Manny with a lascivious grin, and grasped his cock in his hand.
"Give puppy his bone," Curtis growled, jerking Manny's cock.
Manny nodded, shoving his lips back onto Curtis'. He moved his hips slightly, grinding his cock against Curtis' ass. Curtis moaned, and this time he was the one with a handful of hair, tugging softly at Manny's blonde mop. Manny whimpered into Curtis' mouth as he positioned himself at Curtis' opening. BENWA had been long since forgotten, Manny was driven now simply by lust. Twinges of aggression still surged through his body, but it wasn't of the BENWA form. It was of the lust driven variety.
Manny's hands found Curtis' wrist, and he dug his nails softly into the skin. Curtis moaned, pulling Manny closer to him with his legs. Manny's cock poked softly at Curtis' opening, coaxing longing whimpers from him with each prod. The whimpers were music to his ears, but Manny's body wouldn't allow him the actions to keep them coming. With a muffled grunt Manny pushed into Curtis, burying the head with one thrust. Curtis cried out, biting painfully on Manny's lip. He kept the lip lodged firmly between his teeth, the faint taste of copper flooding their tastebuds as Manny continued rocking slowly into Curtis. When he reached the hilt, he stopped and pulled his lips from Curtis'.
"You like that puppy?" He asked, his nails scratching softly down Curtis' wrists.
Curtis nodded, arching his back as Manny dragged a hand down his chest. "I love it," He rasped.
"Yeah?" Manny asked, pinching Curtis' nipple. "Tell me what you want Puppy,"
"You," Curtis moaned in reply.
"What's that?" Manny whispered, stroking softly at Curtis' dick.
"Want you," Curtis growled. "Now!"
Manny was quick to oblige, pulling out and thrusting immediately back in. Curtis screamed, squeezing his legs around Manny's waist. His next thrust went softer, but Curtis' reaction was the same. Manny brought his lips to Curtis' neck and he nibbled at the skin as he sought for a comfortable rhythm. When he found one, he snaked his hand down Curtis' chest and grabbed hold of his cock. Curtis whimpered, tilting his hips up just slightly. Manny knew from Curtis' next moan what he'd done, and began to furiously jerk Curtis' cock as he found a similar rhythm with his thrusts. Curtis' moans quickly turned to sharp gasps, his internal muscles squeezing against Manny's dick with each thrust. Manny's thrusts become accompanied by loud grunts as he felt his orgasm bubbling. Benwa long since vanquished, Manny cared now only about their equal pleasure. He never stopped his jerking of Curtis' cock even as he felt orgasm creeping up his dick. As his body shuddered in pleasure, he bit down on Curtis' neck, squeezing his dick tightly. Curtis moaned, raking his fingers down Manny's back as he lost it, his cum flooding over Manny's hand. Manny lasted only one thrust more, orgasm winning their battle, and his cum exploding inside Curtis.
Manny hissed as he pulled out of Curtis, collapsing alongside of him. His mind was still reeling from orgasm, his body throbbing in pleasure. Not a trace of Benwa could be found, the aggression being vanquished by more powerful lust. What had started out as aggression relief had ended in the most intense experience in his life. Curtis had been more amazing than Manny ever thought a person could be. He almost felt bad that the BENWA had forced him to hurt him, if only to a small degree. But he was glad to be free from the grips of BENWA. Because in the absence of that feeling, a new one took its place. And that was happiness. And though it had been a long time since he'd seen it last, Manny welcomed it back with open arms.
Manny rolled to his side, sweeping his arms around Curtis and pulling him close. Their lips met softly this time, the passion induced roughness staying at bay. Both men collapsed meekly into the kiss, lips jarring gently, hands roaming freely on each other's skin. When the kiss separated, they leaned into an embrace with a collective sigh. Neither one knew it at that very moment, but a connection had been made. A deeper connection than either had experienced before. And they owed it all to a case of Benwa.
"You were amazing," Curtis purred into Manny’s neck.
"No Curtis, you were amazing. I've never been so hot in my life," Manny breathed into his ear, nipping gently at the lobe.
Curtis pulled his mouth from Manny's neck and stared at him with a smile. Their lips met briefly before Curtis pulled away with a grin. With a giggle, he leaned forward and licked Manny's cheek.
"Dont call me Curtis,"
"What should I call you then?"
"Puppy,"
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And that my friend was how two lonely goalies found love.
"Wait a minute?" I asked, plopping down next to him on the couch. "I thought this was the story of how Manny cured his BENWA?"
"It was," He replied, planting a brief peck to my lips. "It just happened to go with the 'How Two Lonely Goalies Found Love' story,"
I rolled my eyes, pushing him gently back on the couch. "You're full of shit, Sean," I chided. "And how do you know this story anyway? Were you like spying on them, because if you were that's...."
My words are cut off when his lips pressed to mine. I submitted to his kiss, slipping my arms around his neck and pulling him along as I laid back on the couch. My tongue begged entry into his mouth, but he denied me, pulling away with a smirk. I glared and tried to sit up, but his hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. He wasn't a big guy, I knew I could shake him off if I wanted to. But I didn't really want to. I quite enjoyed being in this position. Especially when he had that look in his eyes.
"You shouldn't say things like that to me," He explained, a cocky grin spreading across his lips.
"And why is that?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Because fourth liners can get BENWA too, you know?"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really," He replied, his lips brushing softly against mine.
I thrust my hips against his, snickering at the soft moan I was met with. "Well I guess we'll have to cure you then won't we, A-Puppy,"
THE END
© 2002 Triple X
