Happy Birthday Frala! I said to myself a few weeks ago when there was mention of your b-day, that I really needed to write b-day fic for you. So I sat down with my brain and said "Who would Frala want to read about?" My brain, being an asshole, said Jeff. But, I silenced him with some Advil, and then I thought seriously, and decided that, Lance, of course, would have to be there. Then I thought for a bit on who I could pair him with. The obvious choice seemed to be Trish, but I decided that my first het could not be your b-day fic, because it would suck horribly bad, and you deserve better. So I think I took a break, and read your LJ, where there was mention of Sean Avery. Or it could've been in Insane Hockey Chat, I don't remember, but I know that Sean was then decided upon as the pairing. But then I had pissed off Trishmuse on my back because she didn't get to be in it, and then my Dawn Marie muse attacked out of nowhere because I never use her, and voila, that made your birthday fic. Don't ask me why Stevie is in this, because I can't really figure it out. I do feel very evil for the ending, but I just couldn't do it. Not that I don't want to, and one day I may, but it will require lots of research and planning, and I didn't have the time for that today, because I'm an idiot and write down wrong days *shakes head*. But in any case, in all its rushed-ness, I present to you your birthday ficcage. Happy Birthday!!!
Love,
James
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Actual Story Title: One Way or Another
Rating: NC-17 for oh so much smut.
Pairing: Lance Storm/Sean Avery. Some Dawn Marie/Lance/Trish Stratus
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It wasn't often Lance Storm went to clubs. He actually hated everything about them. The noise, the smoke, the cheap women in slutty clothes, it was all a big waist of time to him. But he'd been forced into going to one tonight. He'd had a huge fight with his wife, and his best friend Dawn Marie had dragged him to a club, promising him he'd forget his troubles "One way or another." He'd tried to argue his way out of going, but he quickly gave up any hope of winning. They didn't call her Dawn Marie Bytch for nothing.
That led him to wear he was now, sitting alone at the bar sipping on a Long Island Ice Tea, and watching the ice melt in Dawn's 69 Special. He glanced around the bar and noticed something different; there were no women in this bar, with the exception of Dawn and Trish. It occurred to him for the first time in that very moment; this was a gay bar. Dawn had brought him to a gay bar. Lance's cheeks flushed instantly at the revelation, and he quickly sucked down the rest of his drink. When the bartender, who'd suddenly developed a strong lisp asked if he wanted another, Lance shouted "I don't want anything from you!" and rushed away from the bar. Dawn and Trish were too busy making out on the dance floor, so Lance walked right past them and into the a hallway. As he reached a door, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He turned around slowly, preparing to deck whoever had grabbed him. But as his eyes connected with those of the mystery hand, his jaw hit the floor.
"Lance Storm?" The mystery voice asked.
Lance tried to respond, but the words wouldn't come. He was too in shock to see HIM in a gay bar. Especially with HIM. The mystery man chuckled and extended his hand. Slowly, Lance shook it, trying to regain his composure.
"I'm Steve Yzerman," The mystery voice laughed. "This here is Sean Avery. We play for the Red Wings?"
"Uh, I know who you are. Hi," Lance replied, fidgeting nervously.
Sean grinned mischievously at Lance, which only served to increase Lance's nervousness. Steve stepped back from the two of them and grinned. He clapped Sean on the shoulder and said "I'll see you later," leaving he and Lance alone. Sean stepped forward and Lance jumped back, back pressing against the wall. Sweat beaded down Lance's forehead as Sean stepped closer. There was nowhere for Lance to run. He knew it was coming, but he was still shocked as he felt Sean's lips press against his. Finding a shot of bravado, Lance pushed Sean away. Sean looked at Lance questioningly, tilting his head to one side.
"Don't you want this? I know you've been checking me out all night,"
"I w was not. I was watching my friends on the dance floor," Lance replied, his palms sweating.
Sean chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Sure you were,"
"I was," Lance said softly, taking any bite out of his tone.
Sean grinned, and pulled his shirt over his head. Lance tried to avert his eyes, but he couldn't do it. There was something alluring about the kid that he couldn't look away from. He was right, he had been watching him. It was just convenient that Trish and Dawn were standing in front of his table. 'But I wasn’t checking him out,' Lance told himself. 'I'm not even gay, I'm married.' Lance shook his head and looked away from Sean. Sean grabbed Lance by the chin and pulled his eyes back to his.
"You mean to tell me you don't want this?" Sean said seductively, motioning to his tight body with his hands.
Lance bit his lip as he stared at Sean. Thoughts running through his head were none he'd ever gotten before. He'd never desired a man before. But there was something about Sean. Sexuality bubbled in the kid, Lance noticed from the first second he saw him walk into the bar. There was like a magnet that drew his eyes to Sean. He couldn't stop staring at him all night. And now Sean stood in front of him, shirtless, and almost begging Lance for a go. A part of Lance told him to do it. 'Everyone experiments.' He told himself. But a different part of him said how wrong it would be to cheat on his wife, especially with a man. Again, Lance shook his head and looked away from Sean.
"I'm not even gay," Lance said sternly.
Sean laughed again, and grasped Lance's crotch. Lance gasped and locked eyes with Sean.
"There's something in your pants that begs to differ," Sean breathed into Lance's ear.
Lance couldn't find the strength to talk. Desire took over his body, and all he could do was stare into Sean's eyes. Before he knew what happened, Sean dropped Lance's pants to the ground and began to massage his dick through his boxers. A light moan escaped Lance's throat as Sean began to kiss around Lance's ear. Sean sucked on Lance's earlobe, shooting sensations throughout his entire body. His cock was rockhard in Sean's hand. Any thoughts of stopping were now long gone.
"I've wanted you from the first time I saw you on TV," Sean breathed into Lance's ear, slipping his hand past the waistband of Lance's boxers.
A low moan turned into a gasp as Sean's hand wrapped around Lance's throbbing dick. Sean began to suck at Lance's neck as he slowly began to jerk Lance's cock. Lance's eyes jammed shut tightly, shutting out the world around him. The only thing he could think of was how Sean's rough hand felt on his cock. Sean started biting at Lance's neck, then licking softly at the marred skin. Sean slipped his other hand slowly up Lance's shirt until he reached Lance's nipples. He began to pinch them in-sync with his jerking, making Lance whimper each time. Lance knew as he felt Sean's mouth slipping lower down his neck what was going to happen. And he could do nothing but moan to encourage him. The words had left him, and there was no way in hell he'd stop him.
Sean dropped to his knees and slowly pulled Lance's boxers over his hips. Lance's dick slapped against his stomach as it escaped from its fabric confines. Sean wasted no time at all in taking Lance completely down his throat. Lance gasped from the sudden feeling, but quickly began moaning as Sean worked his throat muscles on Lance's throbbing member. Lance brought his hands to Sean's hair and ran them softly through the mess of curls. That seemed to encourage Sean, as he began to bob faster up and down Lance's cock. Lance knew at any second he'd reach release, but he couldn't speak to warn Sean. His moans increased in volume, which in turn increased Sean's sucking. As Sean began to massage Lance's balls, he reached orgasm with a loud scream. Sean stayed on Lance's cock until the last bit of cum dripped onto his tongue. He licked up what little was left on Lance's cock, causing Lance to hiss as Sean's tongue touched his now sensitive flesh. Sean got to his feet with a smile on his face. Lance smiled weakly and slid slowly down the wall. Sean laughed and ruffled what little hair adorned Lance’s head.
"Worn out?" Sean giggled.
"I'll...Say," Lance spoke, gasping for breath.
"Well, I hope you're not too worn out to take care of this,"
In an instant, Sean's pants dropped to the floor and his cock sprang free. Sean grasped it and jerked it a few times, coaxing a small bubble of pre cum to ooze from the head. Lance eyes widened at the size of Sean's cock. Sean noticed Lance's fascination, and giggled lightly. He jerked it again and stepped closer to Lance.
"I know it's big," Sean said proudly. "But you can handle it, I swear,"
Sean pushed his cock to Lance's lips, and hesitantly Lance allowed Sean entrance. Lance's jaw stretched to the limit in an attempt to take all of Sean, but he could only accommodate half. Sean didn't seem to mind, and began to pump slowly in and out of Lance's mouth. Lance marveled at the feeling of Sean's velvety soft cock gliding across his lips. He'd never desired a man, but it was certainly a feeling he could grow to enjoy. He grew bolder, and brought his hands to Sean's balls. He began to massage them between his fingers, as Sean had done to him, as Sean continued to pump into his mouth. Excitement brewed in Lance's body at the thought of swallowing Sean's load, causing his cock to re-harden. Lance reached down and began to jerk himself off. Sean was moaning softly, whispering "So good," over and over. Lance continued to massage Sean's balls, and could feel them beginning to rise in his hand. He reluctantly pulled his hand from his cock and brought it to Sean's ass. He brought his other hand to Sean's ass and pulled him closer, driving all of Sean down his throat. To his own surprise, Lance was able to control a gag and concentrate on Sean's dick. It was only seconds later that Sean gripped onto Lance's shoulder and thrust deeply into his mouth, depositing his load deep into Lance's throat. As expected, Sean's dick produced too much for Lance to handle, and some leaked from his mouth and dripped slowly down his chin. Sean pulled himself from Lance's mouth and collapsed briefly against the wall. He took a few deep breaths, then reached down and pulled his pants back on. He looked down at Lance, who’d yet to move, and smiled.
"You were great. I'll see you later,"
And as quick as that, Sean disappeared back into the club. Lance was shocked. He'd just been.....used. By a man. As that thought crossed his mind, Lance felt a smile creep to his lips. He'd been used. By a man. A very hot man, with a very large piece. Lance may've never desired a man before, but it was now something he'd desire again. 'But I'm still not gay.' Lance thought to himself. Lance sat on the floor, pants still down, reveling in the fact that he'd just blown a man and liked it, when Dawn burst into the hallway.
Lance froze in terror. Dawn's eyes widened in surprise, but a smile quickly graced her lips. Trish followed quickly behind her, and followed the same routine that Dawn had. The ladies looked at each other and smirked. Dawn rubbed her hands together the way an evil villain does in the movies. The ladies walked over to Lance and dropped down beside him, one on each side. Lance glanced back and forth between them nervously. Dawn giggled mischievously and licked the cum that had leaked onto Lance's chin. Lance gasped in surprise. When Dawn had finished licking, Trish edged her out of the way and licked what little remained. Again, Lance couldn't speak. He watched on silently as the two ladies brought their lips together. When they separated, they stared down at Lance's cock, which had sprung back to life. Trish ran her hand softly over the head.
"Well Lance, I promised you I'd help you forget your troubles," Dawn said coyly into Lance's ear. "One way or another," Dawn licked Lance's earlobe, making him gasp from the feeling. "You've had one way. Now it's time for another......"
THE END
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