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Fisch was restless. Anyone could see that.
Always assuming that "anyone" was a member of the Detroit RedWings or the San Jose Sharks. Or of either team's coaching staff, or was one of their trainers. If you didn't meet any of those criteria, you would have no call to be in the gym room of the Shark Tank in San Jose.
The Red Wings were in town to play an away game against the Sharks. The team had gotten there early in the day, and after a morning practice session, most of the team members had left to do some site-seeing. However, a few of the players had stayed to work out. One of those was Jiri Fischer. However, the workout he was attempting to run was not working well for him. He would get on one machine, but quit after only a few reps. Then he would wander around, pacing the room, his forehead puckered in thought. Then he would lay down on a bench, do a few more reps, then stop. He had repeated this process for about fifteen minutes when he was interrupted by one of the few other players to stay late. Someone who had definately noticed Fisch's restlessness.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Jiri jumped, then whirled to find Chris Chelios watching him. He was wearing sweat pants and a pair of old tennis shoes. His t-shirt was carelessly draped over his shoulder.
"Nothing!" Jiri answered after a second. "You shouldn't have snuck up on me like that!"
Chris grinned. "I didn't sneak up on you, baby. I just wanted to watch how sexy you are when you lift weights."
Jiri resumed his pacing. "You scared me." He turned and frowned at Chris. "And don't call me baby!"
Chris grinned even wider. "Why not, baby?"
Jiri stomped his foot. "Stop that! It makes me feel like a kid."
Chris laughed. "I can assure you, it's just a term of endearment. I most definately do not think of you as a kid."
He walked over to Jiri slowly, looking him up and down. Jiri wore running pants and a plain white t-shirt, tightly pulled around his chest and arm muscles. Chris' smile changed from mocking to something else entirely. His eyes took on a heated glow that made Jiri catch his breath. Chris ran his fingertips gently over Jiri's chest.
"I think of you as a man," he muttered, tingling heat rushing to his stomach before moving lower. He leaned in and licked Jiri's ear from lobe to top, and whispered, "trust me on this one!"
Jiri squirmed and Chris knew he'd gotten to him. He wrapped his arms around the younger man, and Jiri, after hesitating for a second, hugged him back.
"Now," said Chris huskily. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," Jiri said feebly, as they sat down on a weight bench. "You just scared me, that's all."
"Cut the bullshit," Chris said comfortably. "I stood there and watched you pace and worry for a good five minutes before you even saw me. Now what's wrong?"
Jiri bit his lip. "It's Thornton."
Chris cocked his head. "Thorty? What about him?"
Jiri frowned. "He's coming after me in the game today, I just know it."
Chris gave a smartass grin. "Well, if he comes at you you'll probably be able to fight him off; you're a big guy. Or do you want him to take you? He is very hot..." Chris' voice trailed off, lost in thought.
Jiri glared at him. "I'm serious, Chris. He's gonna try to hurt me."
Chris tried not to roll his eyes. "C'mon Jiri, that fight was two years ago! He's not going to come after you. And he's been in so many fights he probably doesn't even remember."
"Oh yes he does!" Jiri said. "You remember what happened last season, don't you?"
Chris sighed. Last season, the one after the fight between Jiri and Sharks left wing Scott Thornton took place, was for the most part uneventful in terms of the Sharks and the Wings. However, at the last game in which the two teams had faced one another, Scott had skated over to Jiri. He leaned in and whispered "I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you next season, Fisch! I don't forget!" and then skated away. Jiri, worried, had related the whole incident to Chris later that night. Chris had had the same reaction then as he did now.
"I keep telling you, baby, he was kidding! It's what guys who've been around awhile do to newer guys like you! I know, I've done it myself. He was just playing with your head, trying to get you off your game."
Jiri shook his head, unconvinced. "He didn't sound like he was kidding..."
"Look, he's not going to do anything, ok? Just relax." Chris threw his t-shirt aside and stretched. He looked sideways at Jiri, who wasn't showing any signs of relaxing. Chris got up and moved around to the back side of the bench.
"Take your shirt off," he ordered.
Jiri tried to look up over his shoulder. "For what?"
"Just take it off, ok? Before I hurt you."
Jiri sighed and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head.
Chris admired his protoge and sometime-lover's strong upper body for a moment before he put his hands on Jiri's shoulders. He began to slowly massage them, moving up to Jiri's neck, then down to his upper arms. As Chris began to work his hands down Jiri's back, the young defenseman finally began to relax.
"Mmmmm... Chris, that feels so good."
The sound of Jiri's voice was like magic, and a flush ran through Chris' body. His dick began to tighten and he laughed softly. "You think that feels good..."
He moved his hands down the front of Jiri's chest and began to rub his nipples, pulling them gently. Jiri moaned, pressing back against Chris. Chris gasped as his erection rubbed against Jiri's back.
"Jiri..." he whispered.
Jiri, without asking, knew what Chris wanted. He turned around on the bench so that he was facing Chris. Actually, he was facing the part of him that was tenting out the front of his sweat pants. Jiri slid his hands around to Chris' ass and squeezed. He pressed his lips to the front of Chris' pants, running up and down against the hard length still concealed in clothes. As Chris began to pant, Jiri slid his hands into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. Chris' boxers soon joined his pants around his ankles, and he moaned as Jiri's tongue danced across the top of his dick. As Jiri slowly licked the pre-come that was already there, Chris ran his hands through Jiri's dark curls. He panted impatiently. "Jiri," he said, more insistantly. "Please..."
He felt Jiri smile against the tip of his dick, and then he took him in his mouth. Chris gasped as Jiri's lips slid all the way down the length of his dick, then slowly all the way back up. Chris tangled his fingers in Jiri's curls as he moved his lips up and down. Inside his mouth, Jiri ran his tongue down the length of Chris' dick before he began to suck.
"I think... mmmm... that you're finally... starting to relax... baby!"
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Carrying a bag full of gear over his shoulder, Scott Thornton walked through the back hallways of the Shark Tank. He was early for the practice that would take place before the game, and was planning on working out for a little while. He whistled as he made his way toward the gym. One of the Sharks' trainers walked around a corner, frowning at the bundle of papers he held.
"Hey, Tom," said Scott cheerfully. "Do you know if anyone's in the gym right now?"
Tom looked up distractedly. He blinked for a second.
"Oh, hey Scott," he said. "The gym? Umm... I was over there about half an hour ago and one of Detroit's guys was headed in."
"Who was it?"
"Ummm, let's see... big guy, kinda young... Fischer! That's it. Yeah, he was headed in there."
Scott was silent a moment, and then a big smile spread across his face.
"Thanks, Tom," he said, and then walked away.
He continued to smile as he moved toward the gym. Jiri Fischer. After whipping his ass on the ice two years back, he just couldn't resist messing with him at the end of last season. The look on his face had been absolutely priceless. Scott had no real intentions of starting anything on the ice, of course. But it was so much fun to mess with his head! Scott grinned and decided there was more than enough time before practice to go and throw around some idle threats, just for the fun of it.
Scott arrived at the door to the gym and paused before entering. He ran a hand through his hair and silently appraised his appearance. Because, truth be told, it wasn't just the glee of scaring Jiri that was driving him. After breaking open his face two seasons ago, Scott had come to realize that that face was impossibly cute. Pretty soon, it became a full-on crush. Part of the reason he had finally come up and whispered to him during that game last season was so that he could be near him again. Scott hastily adjusted his shoulder bag and put his hand on the door.
"Ooooh, Chris!" came a low, moaned voice from inside the gym. Scott froze.
That was Jiri's voice and no mistake. Scott set his bag down in the hallway and very carefully pushed open the door just a tiny bit. He peeked inside.
The sight he was treated to sent a shuddering heat through his whole body. Jiri was laying on his back on one of the weight benches, naked, gripping the bar above him with both hands. His mucles strained and his face was turned up, pressed against his elbow. His mouth hung open as he drew in ragged breaths. He groaned, arching his back, thrusting his hips upward. Next to the bench kneeled Chris Chelios, naked as well, his head between Jiri's legs. As Chris ran a hand up Jiri's thigh and began to play with his balls, Scott became keenly aware that Jiri was getting a blowjob from the legendary defenseman. And judging from Jiri's expression, it was a pretty damn good one. Chris removed his mouth from Jiri's dick, and whispered something. Jiri raised his hips off the bench in response, and Chris slid his hand underneath him. Jiri cried out softly, and Scott knew, as the embers below his waist rose into a fire, just exactly what Chris was doing.
Scott's breathing began to deepen, and without thinking about it his hand drifted down to the front of his jeans. He lightly brushed against his cock, which was, not surprisingly, hard.
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Jiri began to thrust his hips harder, biting his lip. Chris, sensing that Jiri was close, sucked harder, keeping with the rhythm of his hips. He slid his finger out of Jiri's enterance, and added another. His fingertips brushed against his prostate and Jiri pressed down, desperate for more.
"Oh, fuck yeah, oh Chris..." Jiri groaned. "Oh, oh...!"
His eyes opened, almost ready to come, when suddenly a movement by the door caught his eye.
"Scott!!" he shrieked.Chris took Jiri out of his mouth. His head snapped up, and he fixed Jiri with a hard stare.
"Ok, that's it!" he began angrily. "I don't know what your obsession is with that guy, but that was not funny!!"
"No, no..." Jiri struggled to sit up, removing Chris' fingers from him. He tried to shield his erection and pointed toward the door. "I told you he was coming after me!!"
Chris turned, and saw Scott pushing the door all the way open.
"Shit!" Chris said. He grabbed Jiri's shirt from the floor and used it to cover himself. "What the hell are you doing, Thornton?!"
Scott stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Well, I was going to work out, but it seems like there's already a workout going on in here," he answered smoothly. His voice was calm but his cheeks were heated and his eyes were a little glazed.
Chris and Jiri were uncertain as to what to say. Chris placed a protective hand on Jiri's shoulder, and looked at Scott curiously, trying to read him.
"How long were you standing there?" he asked.
"Long enough," replied Scott. There was undeniable hunger in his expression as his eyes rested on Jiri. Jiri flushed, seeing the desire on his former advisary's face. To his surprise, he began to get hard again.
Chris looked back and forth between Scott and Jiri, as they began to appraise each other. The t-shirt that Scott wore was not doing a very good job of disguising the fact that he was obviously more than a little excited by what he had just seen. Chris smiled. This could turn out very, very good.
"I'm glad you're here, Scott," he said. Both Scott and Jiri jumped, a little startled by his voice.
"Why is that?" Scott asked, wary.
"Because I think you and Jiri have a few misunderstandings that you need to work out," Chris said with an evil grin. "For one thing, you need to convince him that you don't want to jump him... or do you?"
Scott and Jiri both blushed. Chris laughed. He let the shirt fall to the floor and stepped over to Scott fully naked and fully erect. Scott's eyes widened as Chris stepped over to him, but he held his ground. Jiri, stood also, shyly standing behind Chris.
Chris stepped around in back of Scott, who now had a full view of Jiri. His eyes drank in the sight, and a sharp, shuddering pleasure ran through him as he felt lips pressed to the back of his neck. He closed his eyes as Chris whispered: "Why don't we get to know each other better?"
Chris looked over Scott's shoulder at Jiri, hot eyes giving direction. Jiri shyly stepped over to Scott, and then placed both palms on his chest. Scott opened his eyes to look up into the deep blue eyes of Jiri, who, without saying a word, leaned in and kissed him.
Scott groaned into Jiri's mouth as the two kissed, hot and wet. Jiri broke the kiss as Chris lifted Scott's shirt from behind. The shirt went over his head and to the floor, and Scott leaned in toward Jiri again, hungry for another kiss. Jiri kissed him again, pressing close against him as his hands went to the waist of his pants. Scott, in between kisses, breathlessly allowed Chris and Jiri to relieve him of his jeans and boxers, stepping out of his shoes and now standing as naked as the other two men.
Jiri, flushed and and hazy-eyed, slid his mouth down Scott's chin and to his neck. Jiri sucked and bit gently in the hollow of his throat, his lips feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat. Scott gasped suddenly and moaned, sending a buzz through Jiri's lips. Chris had reached around in between Scott and Jiri and had taken Scott's dick in hand. He wrapped his hand around it and began to move in slow, steady strokes. Scott whimpered as Jiri continued to move his lips lower, grazing along his chest and finally dragging his tounge across his nipple. He lazily pulled his tongue across Scott's muscled chest and fastened his mouth on the other nipple.
Jiri moved his mouth still lower. The young defenseman dropped to his knees, and pulled his mouth down achingly slowly. His tounge dipped into Scott's navel and down the trail of dark hair toward where Chris' hand still moved. Jiri broke contact with Scott's skin, and with a lazy smile took Chris' hand off his dick. They held hands, fingers intertwined, and Jiri wrapped his other around the base of Scott's dick. Scott's head was thrown back, eyes closed, panting in anticipation.
Jiri kissed the tip of Scott's dick lightly, licking at the pre-come that he found there. He smiled that lazy smile again, looking up at Scott teasingly.
"Do you promise not to threaten me anymore?" asked Jiri in a voice low with pleasure.
"What?" asked Scott distractedly. He leaned his head back against Chris' shoulder, and Chris wrapped his arms around his chest.
"You have to promise not to threaten me," Jiri said. Scott straightened his head, opened his eyes and looked down in annoyance. His dick ached to be inside Jiri's mouth, and instead the young man sat back on his heels, smiling insufferably. Slowly, Jiri reached down to his own dick and brushed his fingertips against it. All expression of irritation was wiped from Scott's face, and he watched transfixed as Jiri continued to stroke himself slowly. Chris breathed harshly in his ear, and Scott groaned as he felt a finger probing at his entrance.
"Do you promise?" asked Jiri once again, a little out of breath this time.
"Mmmm... Yes!" gasped Scott finally. "Yes, whatever, just... please..."
Jiri smiled in triumph and with a practiced motion swallowed Scott's dick.
Scott's mind swam with pleasure and thrust his hips forward. Jiri's tongue swirled around his dick as he sucked, and Chris slid another finger inside of him. He stretched him gently, preparing him for what was to come.
"Chris..." Scott murmurred, reaching around behind him to place a hand on the back of Chris' neck. Chris licked and sucked at Scott's neck. "Jiri..." his hips thrust more insistently. "I'm going to..."
Jiri and Chris moved as if they had been waiting for this. Jiri moved his mouth and in a quick motion pulled Scott down to his knees. He then pulled the surprised man down to the floor, on top of him.
"You're not going to yet," gasped Jiri, lifting his hips and grinding his erection against Scott.
"Not by a long shot," gasped Chris, using his spit and pre-come to lubricate his dick.
Scott grinnned, and placed his hand under Jiri's lower back. Propping himself up with his other hand, he eagerly pressed his dick to the enterance Chris had prepared some time before. Slowly, he inserted the tip, and began to push forward. Jiri cried out in pain and in pleasure. Scott paused, trembling with the desire to sink himself in to the hilt.
"Ok?" he asked.
Jiri whimpered, raising his hips. "More."
Scott pressed forward and began to thrust, his world spinning. Through the pleasure he felt a stretching pain as Chris put his dick against his ass. He moaned as Chris pressed into his ass, without benefit of gentleness. The pain soon passed dimly into pleasure as Chris took up the rhythm from behind that he was keeping with Jiri. Together the three of them increased their speed, each now desperate for release; Chris inside Scott, Scott inside Jiri, and Jiri's cock rubbing between his and Scott's bodies.
The two Wings had been restraining their desire for far longer than Scott, and had far less control remaining. Chris gripped Scott's hips and thrust forward sharply with a harsh cry. He came, buried inside Scott, and hot liquid poured against Scott's prostate. Scott struggled against the desire to let go, wanting the man beneath him to be satisfied first. He did not have long to wait. Even as Chris cried out with his orgasm, Jiri thrust his hips upward, his head thrown back.
"Chris!" he gasped, shooting come onto his stomach. The hot stickyness shot against Scott too, and he felt Jiri's dick go through its spasms as he came. Jiri's blue eyes burned into Scott's.
"Scott," he whispered.
"Scott." muttered Chris, breathlessly, in his ear.
Scott could hold back no longer. He came, deep inside Jiri, with a harsh shout. He held himself up for a moment, mouth open in pleasure, before collapsing down. He lay on top of Jiri, with Chris resting against his back, and the three lay until their breathing returned to normal. They wrapped their arms around each other, trembling together.
"Chris..." Scott whispered, his head against Jiri's chest. "Jiri."
"What?" Jiri asked, meeting Chris' eyes over Scott's shoulder.
"I promise not to threaten you anymore," Scott said, smiling.
Chris and Jiri shared tired grins, and the three laughed weakly.
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After the hard-fought game that evening, two teams stuggled wearily back to the locker rooms. One thing was on the minds of every player. And that was, basically, why the hell Thornton, Chelios, and Fischer looked so damn happy. All three of them were grinning like idiots through the whole game; even the TV announcers had commented on it, so word was going around. Who in their right minds would be smiling all the way through sixty minutes of ice time?
In a single king-sized bed, in a hotel room near the Shark Tank, the three in question were little troubled as to whether or not they were in their right minds. They simply lay in a tangle of arms and legs, and slept happily throughout the night.
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