Rating: NC-17
Original Date of Completion: November 2002
Pairing: Brett Hull/Darren McCarty
Disclaimer: I own them all, and you can't have a one of them. This is 100% fake and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind, so don't sue me.
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Episode 1194-H
The scene opens as the lights brighten with a loud snap, Natalyn's couch the first thing to be seen. The room is empty, Natalyn's trademark wine glass sitting empty on the coffee table. The camera slowly scans the room until it reaches the Confessional Kiosk. It's there we find Natalyn, in "the Chair" with two male companions on either side of her. She throws her head back in laughter and shakes her finger as the camera.
"It seems my smutaholics have interrupted Natalyn time," She spoke with a smirk. "Ah well, it is my job to provide you with your weekly fix of porn," Her male companions lean near her, and with a giggle she stops them, placing her hands on their chests. "Of HOCKEY porn. And do I have a tale for you this week,"
She steps from the Kiosk and makes her way toward the couch, the camera backing up slowly. "This one comes to us from a man who really knows how to score," She plops down onto the red velvet couch and snaps her fingers, the camera pulling away to a wide angle. "At least 650 times that we know of. And anyone whose seen him knows he's got wicked whip in his stick," She winks at the camera and relaxes back on the couch.
"I'm speaking of course of that baby chick haired hottie Brett Hull," A man in a thong walks onto the set with a tray holding Natalyn's trademark glass of wine. Natalyn takes the goblet from the tray and blows a kiss to the man as he walks away. "Now it seems Mr. Hull got quite the greeting when he donned the Winged Wheel this past summer. That's why we've called this one Welcome to Hockeytown. Mr. Hull has had many trips to the Confessional, but this is certainly one of his most memorable occasions," She winks again at the camera, sitting up and placing the glass of wine on the table beside the couch. "So my dear smutaholics, my advice to you is to sit back, put your feet up, take your pants off and enjoy. And I really hope you've got one of those pump lotion bottles for this one,"
The camera pans away from Natalyn slowly until it reaches the Confessional. The lights dim slowly, basking the Kiosk in a yellow light. The spotlight turns on with a snap, illuminating "The Chair." The screen flashes red, and the next thing to be seen is Brett Hull.
Brett Hull stares at the camera with a cocky smirk. He turns his hat around backward, then inches forward and rests his elbows on his knees. "My name is Chris Chelios, and I have a confession to make."
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You hear about a lot of team bonding exercises. Most of them involve golf and country clubs, which I can so deal with. But this one, this one is a new one on me. I've never been on a team that ENCOURAGED its players to go to a bar. Okay, I can't really say we're being encouraged, as this wasn't really management's idea. But to welcome us new teammates, me, Robitaille, Hasek to Detroit, the players organized a little shindig at a bar in Traverse City, where we'd be attending training camp the next day. But, it wasn't just teammates getting together for a drink. No, there was a reason they decided we should all meet here at this bar. And that reason? Darren McCarty singing. I'm not bullshitting you. Yeah I'm Brett Hull and I'm well known for that type of thing, but I'm serious. He was singing, and that's why we were at that bar.
I didn't quite know what to expect. I didn't know the guy, so I didn't really know if he could sing or not. But he just didn't seem like the singing type to me. I asked Cheli if he really could sing, but all he would do every time was snicker and say "You'll see." When Cheli snickers and says "You'll See", that usually means he's up to something. I was expecting some kind of hazing from him and Brendan, they were immature like that. And that snicker he had every time I asked about McCarty made me think he was involved in it somehow. I put my complete defenses up as I walked into that bar. 'Expect the unexpected' I told myself. That wasn't really that easy though, Cheli was unpredictable. I was half expecting McCarty to walk out on stage dressed like Marilyn Monroe and sing "Happy Birthday Mr. President" to me. But what ended up happening went way beyond anything I could've ever predicted.
The second he stepped out on stage, my jaw was on the floor. I had to blink a few hundred times to make sure that was REALLY Darren McCarty. He looked so...just wow. You never notice how much different someone looks in hockey gear until you see them in LOW hanging jeans and no shirt with a cowboy hat on. I was literally stunned at how hot he was. His entire body glistened; I couldn't tell if it were from sweat or if he'd oiled himself up or something. It didn't really matter either way, I was enjoying the sight way too much to care how I got it. I couldn't peel my eyes away from him as he walked around stage, muscles dancing and glimmering under the spotlights, his pants slipping lower with each step. By the time he stepped in front of the microphone his hipbones were clearly visible and I was rock hard. Cheli saying I'd see made so much more sense now. I was seeing a whole lot, and I was certainly enjoying the view.
Even as he started singing I couldn't pull my eyes away. Even though it probably would've made it less painful to close my eyes and cover my ears and pretend I was still in bed. But his singing was the last thing on my mind in all honesty. The only thing I could concentrate on was how hot he was. My eyes were focused solely on his body, nothing else around me even registered. I was hypnotized by the way he moved on stage, hips gyrating, sweat pouring down his body as he droned out some wordless tune. In five simple minutes I was completely under his spell. I was staring at him like a googly-eyed teenager. If I weren’t in the presence of completely new teammates in a completely new town, I may've shamelessly thrown myself at his feet and let him have his way with me. But thankfully I had a few shards of self control left, and was able to keep my hormones in check.
"Enjoying yourself, Hully?" Brendan asked in a taunting voice, snapping me from my trance as Darren stepped off stage.
I turned to Brendan with a glare, giving him a quick flip of the middle finger. He snickered and shook his head, taking a swig from his beer.
"Still thinking with your dick, eh Hully?" He asked again, shaking his head again. "And here I thought you’d changed over the years,"
I rolled my eyes at him and ran a hand through my hair. "And you've changed so much I'm sure," I scoffed, shaking my head.
"I have," He replied, his words muffled by the beer bottle. "Lots of changes,"
"Yeah fucking right. The only change you've been through is you're married to Craig's wife now,"
I snickered in satisfaction at the comeback that had obviously caught him off guard. He stared at me in shock for a brief second before glaring and sitting his beer bottle down. This was the kind of relationship he and I had always shared. In between random nights of passion, most of our time was spent insulting each other and glaring. That was a big factor in my signing with Detroit. The verbal battles I could have between him and Cheli alone were more than enough incentive. It's hard to find people who can keep up with me verbally, but those two certainly can. And I'm glad that on my first night in Detroit, Brendan and I could resume our war.
"That was low, Hull," Brendan grumbled, shaking his head. "But I'll do you one better,"
"Oh really?" I scoffed, relaxing back into my chair. "Do your worst,"
Shanny snickered as he got to his feet. His eyes scanned the room, blinking to see through the smoke filled room. I had no clue what he was doing, but I wasn't worried. He'd never outdone me by himself in all the years I'd known him. He's a clever guy granted, but not enough to phase me without calling in reinforcements. And if what he was looking for was help, that's an automatic check in my win column.
I began to snicker as the minutes passed and his retaliation never came. I was beginning to think he'd lost his touch. But then I saw his eyes stop, and a smirk come across his face. My eyes flashed to where his were focused, and in an instant I knew what he was planning to do. Darren stood off stage talking with his Grind Line mates, a towel hanging over his shoulders. I could tell from the look in Brendan's eyes just what his rebuttal was. I tried to tell him no, but before I even had the chance to the words were from Brendan's mouth.
"Hey Mac! Come over here!," He yelled, whistling to get Darren's attention.
"You bastard," I glared as I got to my feet. "Don't you dare,"
But my threats fell on deaf ears. Brendan snickered at me as Darren acknowledged his shouts with a nod. I tried to peel my eyes away but again they were stuck on Darren. His body was like flypaper for my eyes, the glistening sweat on his body trapping my eyes as they fluttered by. I could feel that tingle in my crotch again, and absently I reached down to adjust myself, garnering another snicker from Brendan. I turned to him briefly with a glare before turning my eyes back to Darren, just in time to have that tingle become a shockwave. Darren took the towel from his neck and draped it across Kris Draper's shoulders. Then using the towel, he pulled him forward and pushed their lips together. My jaw hit the floor for the who knows what time that day. As hypnotizing as Darren was on his own, him kissing Draper was even more so. Brendan waved his hand in front of my face, but that couldn't come close to breaking my gaze. Watching the two of them completely numbed my senses, and filled me with the last thing I wanted to get on my first day in Detroit. And that, was desire.
Even as Darren pulled away from Draper and walked over toward where Brendan and I were, I couldn't pull my eyes away. I could hear Brendan's snickers of satisfaction next to me, but not even that could take my eyes away from the sight before me. Watching him walk toward me was even better than watching him on stage. The muscles flexed and danced on his muscular frame, and every couple steps he stopped and hiked his pants back up to his waist, only to have them fall again with his next steps. I could hear my pulse in my ears as he neared closer, even though blood flow had ceased to all but one part of my body. By the time Darren stopped in front of us, any thoughts of what Brendan was planning on doing were gone. The only thing I could think of at that point was not tackling Darren and making sweet manlove to him right there on stage.
"What's up, Shan?" Darren asked, clapping Brendan on the shoulder.
His voice reminded me almost immediately of WHY Brendan had called him over. I turned to Brendan with a glare and he just smiled a big cheesy grin. He glanced back and forth between Darren and I quickly, then slapped me playfully on the cheek. I glared again and Brendan snickered and shook his head.
"Mac, Hully here wants to fuck you senseless," He laughed, clapping Mac on the shoulder. "Have fun big man,"
With that, Brendan turned and walked away, leaving me face to face with a shocked looking Darren McCarty. As much as I hate to admit it, he outdid me. But he still didn't do it alone. He teamed up with my hormones, which are the best partners one could ask for. That's one bad thing about Brendan Shanahan, he's got a memory like a steel trap; he remembered that my hormones are easily manipulated. It occurred to me now as I stood in front of Darren, trying desperately to keep my eyes locked on his, I'd been set up from the get go. From Cheli's "You'll See" to Brendan starting the verbal battle, I'd walked right into their trap. Quite the welcome to Hockeytown. Fuck me.
"So..." Darren spoke hesitantly, tilting his head to the side.
"Look Darren..." I tried to explain.
"Where do you want to do it?" He interrupted.
I know I'm getting repetitive, but my jaw hit the floor with his words. I blinked a few hundred times, expecting to wake up and still be tied to my hotel bed with Cheli's tongue torturing me. But instead when my blinking frenzy ended I was still in front of a hot, sweaty, cowboy hat wearing Darren McCarty, who was staring at me with a grin. As much as I wanted it to be real, there was still no way he'd said what I'd heard. My desire had a history of playing tricks on me, that's exactly what I was expecting here.
"Excuse me?" I asked, sounding as shocked as I felt.
"Where do you want to do it?" He repeated, adjusting his cowboy hat with a grin. "Shanny says you want to fuck me senseless, I think I'd like to see that,"
Again the only reaction I could make was to blink.
"Come on, Hully," He whispered, leaning next to my ear. "Show me how a 600 goal scorer does it,"
There was no doubt in my mind that the second his breath hit my ear I was going to do this. But my ego wouldn't let me just shamelessly throw myself at his feet like I really wanted. Instead I had to play it cool and make it seem like I hadn't REALLY been drooling over him for the last two hours.
"What about him?" I asked, pointing across the room to where Draper stood talking to Luc Robitaille.
"He's made his choice for the evening," He snickered in reply. "You see, Me and Drapes are sort of the welcome wagon. He's made his choice. And with help from Cheli and Shanny, I made mine weeks ago,"
"So they did set me up?" I asked, shaking my head.
Darren snickered, his eyes looking me up and down. I suddenly felt like a piece of meat. But I didn't necessarily mind that. It was only fair after all, I'd been sizing him up all night. I glanced over him quickly before bringing my eyes back to his. When I did, he smirked at me and licked his lips.
"It was my idea. I've always had a bit of a thing for your stick,"
I only had to stare into his eyes for a second longer before my decision was finalized. The look in his eyes mirrored my own feeling, unbridled desire. In a heartbeat my hormones took full control over my body. I glanced hastily around the room, seeing nothing but Red Wings standing around in the thinning bar. The clear coast was motivation enough, so I leaned forward and shoved my lips roughly onto Darren's. He gasped into my mouth, yanking me forward and grinding his crotch against me. I moaned softly into the kiss, enjoying the hardness pressed against my thigh. That only seemed to urge him on, his grinding becoming a steady motion as his tongue slipped into my mouth. A shiver coursed down my spine as our tongues connected. My dick throbbed painfully, an uncomfortable reminder of its existence. I couldn't take it any longer as he bit down harshly on my bottom lip, and I pushed him away with a growl.
"Bathroom, now," I rasped.
He nodded, and walked quickly toward the bathroom. I glanced around nonchalantly as Darren walked away, trying to avoid the laughing eyes of Brendan and Cheli. I could hear them snicker as I walked past them to the bathroom, but I honestly didn't care. There was only one thing on my mind, and it sure wasn't wether or not I was being taunted for my overactive hormones. They could taunt me all they wanted; I know damn well both of them would do the same thing in my position. I wouldn't really be surprised if they already have.
My pulse was racing as I reached the bathroom. Blood flow had ceased to all but one very important part of my body, I'm not surprised. I'd been with a lot of guys over my NHL career, but I'd never been as mesmerized by one as I was by Darren. From the first second he stepped on stage and the spotlight hit his sweatslicked skin, I was hooked. He probably could've whispered my name into the microphone and had me shooting like Old Faithful. Not that I'm complaining. I was pretty glad actually that McCarty was the welcome wagon in Detroit and not someone like Steve Duchesne.
The bathroom was conveniently empty as I stepped inside. It wouldn't have mattered either way really, but being alone was definitely a bonus. I glanced underneath the stalls as I walked, until I noticed Darren’s feet. As I approached the stall he was in, I saw pants slung over the side and the door pop open. I peeked inside, and yeah I'm getting annoying with this, but my jaw hit the floor. There Darren stood, stark naked, with just the cowboy hat on his head. He grinned at me, slowly dragging his hand down his chest, down his abs, stopping just above his cock. My eyes snapped to his cock, watching it jerk in anticipation. Slowly his hand slipped along the thick shaft, his fingers barely wrapping completely around. His thumb brushed across the head, smearing a droplet of precum that had oozed from the slit. Instinctively I licked my lips, earning a snicker for my troubles. The quiet noise breaking the silence snapped my concentration, and my eyes traveled back up Darren's tight frame, stopping at his face.
"Sure seems you like what you see, Hully," He spoke, slowly jerking his cock.
"Oh yeah," I nodded, stepping into the stall and shutting the door behind me. "It's a favorable view,"
"It only gets better up close,"
"Oh really?"
He nodded. No more words were needed. As quick as I could possibly move I dropped to my knees in front of him, pushing him roughly against the stall wall. He growled as I batted his hand from his cock. But his growls soon turned to whimpers as his hand was replaced with my own. I jerked it slowly, squeezing more and more precum from him with each jerk. Leaning forward slowly, I brought my tongue to his head, licking away the precum that had pooled. He moaned as my tongue swirled around the head, and his hands found my shoulders. He squeezed at them gently as my tongue continued its trek on his cock, sliding down the underside until it reached his balls. I took his cock back in hand as I tongued at his balls, coaxing a loud moan and a rough grip on my shoulder's from him. The slight pain on my shoulder wasn't enough to deter me from my actions, and slowly I took his cock past my lips.
A low, guttural moan escaped from him as his balls hit my chin. His hands went from my shoulders immediately, nestling themselves in my hair. With gentle force he pulled my head away before thrusting himself back into my mouth. That was all the encouragement I needed, and quickly I began bobbing my head. My own cock was aching painfully, pressing hard against my jeans. My hands flew to my zipper, and in a flash my cock was set free. I wrapped a hand around it and began to jerk furiously as Darren began thrusting more forcefully into my mouth. My free hand found his balls, and I squeezed them roughly, his motions slowing with a moaned whimper. His thrusting stopped, giving me a better opportunity to work my magic. His hand clenched in my hair as my throat relaxed and his cock slipped deeper. Taking my hand from my own cock, my fingers slid gently up his leg until they reached his opening. I poked softly at it, not really attempting to slip a finger inside, merely teasing him. A quiet moan and a tight clenching in my hair was my reward for that.
"Do it," He growled, thrusting harshly into my mouth.
I was quick to comply, slipping a finger inside of him. I thrust the finger into him roughly, tapping against his prostate each time. He became a moaning, quivering mass as I slipped another finger in and began to scissor them around, all the while still working on his cock. I could tell from his moans that he was nearing orgasm, and my motions on his cock quickened. He began to thrust once more, but I was beyond the need to work my magic on him. I slipped another finger inside of him and began to thrust them in time with his thrusts into my mouth. That lasted for only a minute longer before he exploded in my mouth with a loud scream. I stayed on his cock until he pushed me away with a whimper, swallowing seven shots in all. He collapsed back against the wall with a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as I pulled my fingers from him. I snickered as I stood, savoring the salty taste dancing along my tongue. As I stepped in front of him, his eyes reopened and he looked at me with a grin.
"Time to ride the welcome wagon," He growled, grasping my cock and pulling gently.
I nodded and shoved my lips onto his, pushing him back against the wall with a growl of my own. Our kisses erupted in a flurry of passion, lips and tongues mashing together with a sudden sense of urgency. My hand slunk up his chest, coming to a stop at his nipple. I tweaked the nub with my fingers, Darren moaning into the kiss from my actions. His hands reached behind him, latching into the top of the stall. His lips left mine as he lifted himself, wrapping his legs around my waist. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him against the wall as he reached between us. He positioned my cock at his opening, and with no hesitation I slammed myself into him. He screamed out again and bit down on my shoulder, the force of his bite enough to make me hiss in pain.
"Fucking hell," I growled, holding him still against the wall. "Warn me next time you're going to do that,"
"I could say the same to you," He breathed, his body twitching as I wiggled gently inside him.
I just grinned, pulling out and slamming back into him quickly. He growled, and again bit down on my shoulder. Instead of pain this time, that sent a shiver down my spine, and I shuddered against him. He snickered and slipped his hand into my hair, pulling my head back until my eyes met his. I growled and slammed myself into him again.
"Stop screwing around and fuck me like I know you want to," He ordered, clenching his hand tightly in my hair.
I nodded, and pulled out of him until just the head of my cock remained inside him. With a grin, I buried myself back into him, squeezing a moan out of him in the process. I did that a few more times until I found a comfortable (For me, anyway) rhythm. He said to fuck him like I wanted to, and there is only one way I like it, rough and hard. But he obviously had no problems with that, as he met each of my thrusts with a moan, and clenched his muscles around my cock. My head found his neck, and in time with my thrusts I began nipping not so gently at the skin. With each nip his hand tugged at my hair, shivers coursing down my spine from the feeling. I could already feel orgasm building up, the slight tingle pricking at my skin. My thrusts grew in force and in speed, coaxing much louder moans from Darren, and myself. Yanking at my hair, he pulled my face back level with his and drove his lips onto mine. The second our tongues met I was over the edge, moaning loudly into the kiss and shooting deep inside him.
I thrust into him one final time before pulling from him and dropping him on his feet. Completely spent, I collapsed against him, licking lightly at some of the visible teeth marks I'd made. He sighed, and bit gently at my earlobe. A moan sounded, but I knew that I hadn't made it. I pulled away from Darren and looked at him quizzically. He grinned and jerked his head to the stall next to us. Bewildered at that, I bent down and pulled my pants up, then climbed on top of the toilet, looking into the stall beside us. One last time, my jaw hit the floor, and with a snicker Darren lifted himself up level with me, resting his knees against the handicap bar. As he took in the sight of Kris Draper on his knees in front of Luc Robitaille, he tilted his head to the side, resting it against my shoulder.
"Well lookie here," He spoke, causing both Luc and Kris to look up at us. "Looks like Lucky Luc is getting lucky...."
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"As lame as Darren's joke was, it gave us the opening we needed," Brett Hull laughed, shaking his head. "You'd be amazed at what four hockey players can do in one tiny bathroom stall..."
The screen flashes blue and Natalyn reappears on the couch, the man in the thong rubbing her feet. She glances over at the camera with a smile, yanking her feet from the man and sitting up on the couch.
"I don't think Mr. Hull gives you much credit," She giggled, grabbing her drink from the coffee table. "This is episode 1194 after all, you can't be easily amazed by anything anymore. But let me tell you my smutaholics, these four in a bathroom stall..." She stopped and took a drink of her wine. "They amazed even me. But unfortunately, we're out of time for this week. So until next time, I'm Natalyn Moore, and this has been Confessions,"
Natalyn downs the rest of her wine, sitting the glass down on the coffee table. The camera follows her as she walks from the couch and toward the Confessional. She taps on the side of it with her foot, and her male companions from earlier reappear inside. She turns to the camera with a grin then steps into the Confessional, just before the screen flashes black and the closing credits begin to scroll.
END Episode 1194-H "Welcome to Hockeytown"
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