Happy Birthday Rebecca!! These two were your idea, so blame yourself for how they behave in this *G*. Actually no, I take full blame. I started this fic three different times before I finally stuck with this idea. As these two are my favorite slut puppies, I had to strive to make this different than any other fics I've written. And I think that I definitely did that *G*. But really, what better birthday present can I give to my sister-in-evil than drunk hockey boys? *Giggles*. This is so wall to wall smut, and I think I worked in like everyone that you've ever mentioned loving *G*. I really like it, and I hope that you do too *hugs*. Happy birthday!
Love,
James
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Rating: NC-17, PWP
Original Date of Completion: January 2003
Pairing: Sean Avery/Kirk Maltby
Disclaimer: I own them all, and you can't have them. This is 100% fake and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. So don't sue me. This is in no way associated with any other fic or fic realm.
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Sean Avery eyed the shot warily. Glancing around the table, he saw the blurry figures of teammates standing around him. He was regretting his quick acceptance of the shot contest idea now. His head throbbed, and his mouth tasted like a mixture of tequila, lemon, and cigarette smoke. He wasn't one to smoke, but it hadn't taken much convincing from Darren McCarty for him to light one up; all Darren had to do was grin and say "It increases your bad boy image," He'd fallen for that same line when the shot contest idea was kicked around, except that time the words came from Kris Draper. That thought cracked through Sean's drunken haze, and he mentally kicked himself for being the putty in the hands of the Grind Line as he was. He couldn't explain it, but he submitted to their every want. Well, almost every want. Kirk Maltby wanted to win this shot contest, but Sean refused to go down easily.
Picking up shot number 9 from the table, Sean slammed it back, slamming the shot glass down onto the table as he picked up a lemon slice. He glared across the table at Kirk as he slammed his shot, wiping his mouth and flashing a quick smirk at Sean. The two men held eye contact, silent challenges to continue spoken in their eyes. Neither man was ready to quit, even though their senses had been long since numbed, and the alcohol was having no more effect. The competitive spirit surged in both of them, even in something as unimportant as a shot contest.
Both grabbed at their shot glasses as soon as Kris Draper finished pouring them. Shaky hands, yet steady to their own eyes, lifted them toward mouths. Kirk downed his quickly, wincing at the tequila taste, before chasing it with a beer. Sean hesitated as the aroma of the drink hit his nostrils, his stomach churning with the smell. That was all Kirk needed to see, and with a snicker he turned his shot glass upside down, signaling the end of the contest.
"You lose, A-pup," Kirk snickered, pushing himself from the table. "Like always,"
Sean glared, slamming the shot back defiantly. A chorus of "ooh" and "what a bad ass" sounded around the room, teammates mocking as they walked away. When the last blurry figure had disappeared, Sean's head hit the table. He sighed in frustration, groaning at the effort it took. It was times like this where Sean felt very much like the Grind Line's collective little brother. He was always being picked on, and talked into things because they said it would make him cool. And then of course there was the biggest factor; they changed the rules to games so he would always lose. They treated him very much like Sean treated his own little brother, with one VERY big difference. When they picked on him, they were quick to make it up to him. In their very own special way.
Sean lifted his head, blinking a few times to focus his blurry eyes. Scanning the room quickly, he found Darren and Kris off in a corner of the room, making out furiously against the wall. Moving his eyes along, he spotted Curtis sitting on the couch, his head lolled back against the leather. Through his still semi-blurred vision, Sean could see blonde hair rising and falling in front of Curtis, and he quickly identified where Manny was. Keeping his eyes going to the chair beside the couch, he saw Sergei rip Steve's shirt over his head. There was something about tequila that sent these eight into impromptu orgy mode. Tonight's drunken couples had formed. All but one.
Fighting through the alcohol to form, the realization that Kirk was the only one not paired off slapped Sean in the face. With a slight grin, he pushed himself from the table and struggled to his feet. He stumbled into the living room, moving as quietly as possible as to not disturb his busy teammates. A quick scan of the room showed Kirk nowhere to be found, dashing Sean's hopes. Sighing, he walked to the love-seat and threw himself down. The sudden noise startled Curtis, and his eyes snapped to Sean with a sheepish grin.
"All alone, Sean?" Curtis asked, running his fingers through Manny's hair as he continued his work.
"Yeah," Sean sighed, kicking his feet out and resting them on the coffee table. "Kirk's..."
"Right here, fuck face," Kirk interrupted, sitting up from the floor beneath Manny.
Manny pulled his head from Curtis, and quickly his lips found Kirk's. Sean blinked as the two kissed, lips clashing passionately, completely unconcerned that they were being watched rather closely by Sean and Curtis. But, looking around the room, Sean quickly realized that being watched wasn't a concern to the group as a whole. Sean grinned, and sat back on the couch, resting his hands behind his head. Curtis snickered at him, separating Kirk and Manny with the sound. Both looked at each other, flushed, then turned their gazes on their respective partners.
Manny and Curtis shared just a brief smile before Manny returned to his earlier task. Curtis moaned softly, closing his eyes and slipping his fingers into Manny's hair. Sean could feel sweat beading on his forehead just from watching them. But as Kirk stepped in front of his gaze, his pulse started racing. Kirk grinned, and almost absently Sean reached down and adjusted his rapidly hardening dick, resulting in a snicker from Kirk.
"That's awfully presumptuous of you," Kirk teased, sitting down on the coffee table.
"Well," Sean shrugged and grabbed his dick through his jeans. "You owe me,"
"I OWE you? I owe you jack, little boy,"
"Yeah, you do," Sean spoke firmly, pushing Kirk back onto the coffee table.
Kirk tried to sit back up, but Sean's hands met his shoulders and immediately pushed him back down. Kirk glared up at Sean, and Sean just snickered as he straddled Kirk's hips. Grinding against Kirk's crotch, Sean felt the hardness of Kirk's cock pressed against him. Sean smirked, wiggling in Kirk's lap, squeezing a quiet moan from the older man. For all his resolve, Sean knew Kirk was more than willing. This definitely wasn't the first time one of them pretended they weren't willing, though it wasn't often Sean was in his position. He was usually the one laying down, pouting and pretending that the last thing he wanted was Kirk inside of him. Kirk was almost always the one on top, "forcing" Sean to accept him. But no matter who was in what position, the results were always the same. Hours upon hours of sweaty, animalistic sex. Resistance was just one of the many games they played.
"I don't owe you shit," Kirk growled, trying to buck Sean off of him and failing.
"Well then. I guess I'm stealing," Sean snickered as he undid Kirk's belt and ripped it from the loops.
Without even waiting for a rebuttal, Sean went to work on undressing Kirk. His hands worked expertly along the fly of Kirk's jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping in one fluid motion. What little resolve Kirk may've had left disappeared as Sean's hand slipped past the waist of his boxers and wrapped around his throbbing cock. Sean jerked slowly, his hand slipping easily along the silky flesh. Sean grinned at Kirk's quiet moans, and leaned down and kissed him roughly. Their kisses took off in a flurry of growls and clashing teeth. Neither man gave a care to being gentle. Because both knew how the other hated it that way. An insatiable passion and lust boiled inside both men, demanding things be all but gentle. And after so long of that, gentle became simply obsolete.
Breaking their kiss, Kirk pushed Sean roughly away. Sean blinked, but Kirk quickly answered his question as his hands slipped beneath Sean's shirt. Goosebumps spread across Sean's skin as Kirk's fingers glided along his torso. He whimpered lightly as Kirk's hand brushed against his nipple, but the contact was only brief as Sean's shirt was ripped over his head. Tracing his fingers lightly along the outline of his abs, Kirk grinned up at Sean before he pulled his hands away and brought them to his own shirt. Kirk quickly shucked the fabric from his body, tossing it to the floor. Sean licked his lips as his eyes took in Kirk's body; sweat beading lightly on his skin, muscles twitching under Sean's gaze. By the time Kirk's hands slid along the waist of Sean's jeans, his cock throbbed painfully, and he was seconds away from begging Kirk for release.
Things would never get that far. Before Sean could even speak, his boxers were down and his cock in Kirk's hand. Jerking it slowly, Kirk stared up at Sean with an innocent smile. Innocence was another game they played, and one they enjoyed just as much. Even with his hand on Sean’s cock, Kirk could make the innocent look work. As much as Sean enjoyed the innocence, he didn't know if he was ready to make the switch from resistance just yet. Snickering, he brought his hands to Kirk's head and let his fingers slip easily into his hair.
"Do I still have to steal, or will you give willingly now?" Sean asked, petting Kirk's hair.
Kirk scratched his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. Sean rolled his eyes, tightening his grip just slightly in Kirk's hair. That answered the question for Kirk, and he stared up at Sean with a glare.
"I don't owe you shit, you lost the contest on your own," He snarled, raking his hand across Sean's stomach.
Sean gasped as Kirk's nails scraped across his skin. But not to his surprise, the feelings sent shivers down his spine. Gripping tighter onto Kirk's hair, Sean tugged him to his feet, Kirk jumping along to make things less painful. As their eyes connected, both men glared at each other. The lust could be plainly seen in their eyes, but their facade of resistance stayed to the forefront. Kirk struggled weakly, trying to pry Sean's fingers from his hair. But with each movement, Sean's grip grew tighter. Kirk quickly gave up struggling, and dug his nails into Sean's arm.
Sean hissed lightly, but then pulled Kirk to him and drove their lips together. Kirk growled into the kiss, and clamped his teeth down on Sean's bottom lip. Sean moaned loudly, thrusting his body against Kirk. Sean could feel Kirk's silent moan, his body shivering as Sean's dick brushed against his thigh. Sticking with their game, Kirk scratched his nails down Sean's stomach until he reached his cock. Without warning, he grabbed Sean in his hand and squeezed, coaxing a whimper for his actions. Breaking their kiss, Sean pulled away, his lips staying caught between Kirk's teeth. When he finally broke free, he could taste the faint copper flavor on his tongue. He stared at Kirk with a malicious grin.
"If you're going to grab my dick, you'd better be nice," Sean spoke through gritted teeth.
"Yeah? Or what?" Kirk challenged, squeezing Sean's dick.
"Or I'll fuck you so hard," He stopped and bit down on Kirk's earlobe. Kirk moaned quietly, and again squeezed Sean's dick. "We'll break Sergei's coffee table,"
Kirk snickered and pulled his hand from Sean's dick. "I'd like to see you try, little boy,"
Taking his hands from his hair, Sean brought his hands to Kirk's shoulders and pushed him forcefully down to the coffee table. With a quick swipe behind him, Kirk cleared what few things remained on the coffee table; a couple of porno mags, a candle, and a picture of Anna Kournikova with the teeth blacked out. Kirk slid slowly up the walnut table, until he laid in the middle, a leg on each side. Sean was quick to join him on the table, sitting between Kirk's legs and tucking his fingers past the waistband of Kirk's boxers. One rough tug was all it took for the fabric to be eradicated, Sean following the fabric all the way down Kirk's legs. With the fabric gone, Sean nestled himself between Kirk's legs, pressing his dick against Kirk's opening.
Without warning, Sean pressed his head past Kirk's opening. Kirk whimpered in pain, biting down on Sean's hand to soothe himself. Even though it broke the game, Sean spat into his hand and coated his remaining inches with saliva. Kirk smiled softly at the gesture, planting a soft kiss to the spot of Sean’s hand he'd marred with his teeth. The two shared eye contact briefly, a sweet moment passing between them. It wasn't often the two shared sweet moments; for Kirk those were shared simply with Darren and Kris, and for Sean with himself. But in the odd occurrence they shared one together, both took the time to enjoy it.
But the moments never lasted long. As soon as the moment passed, Sean returned to his lust driven state, and thrust himself the remaining way into Kirk. Kirk's whimpers were much quieter this time, but Sean still gave him time to adjust. Grazing his nails lightly down Kirk's chest, Sean's fingers clamped onto a nipple as he brushed over it. Kirk growled, and clenching his muscles around Sean garnered a moan. Taking that as the go ahead sign, Sean began a slow, rhythmical thrusting.
As per usual with their game, no moans were uttered, even if the pleasure would usually so warrant. Moans had to be earned. And Sean knew that the only way one could be earned from the lips of Kirk Maltby was to kick things into high gear. Pulling out until just the head remained inside Kirk, Sean thrust quickly back in. Kirk gasped at the sudden sensation, and defiantly grinned up at Sean. Sean reciprocated with a glare, repeating his earlier motion. Still no moan came, signifying to Sean that things had to be taken to the next level. Smirking, Sean leaned down so his lips met Kirk's ear. His tongue traced lightly along the skin, biting down as he once again thrust his himself into Kirk.
"Moan for me, baby," Sean breathed into Kirk's ear.
"Make me," Kirk whispered back, nipping at Sean's neck.
"That was my plan,"
Grazing his hands slowly down Kirk's rib cage, Sean teased the skin as his fingers trekked. Goosebumps formed, and as Kirk's nipples hardened, Sean couldn't keep his tongue from darting at them. Kirk's body shivered in pleasure, but still no moan came. Sean shook his head, and grumbled to himself about never winning. Thrusting roughly back into Kirk, pleasure ripped through Sean's body. Biting his own tongue to stifle a moan, Sean made a vow to win this time, no matter what it took. If he lost two games in one night, he knew he would never hear the end of it.
Sean dragged his nails gently down Kirk's hipbones, scratching them softly as his hands traveled past them. Letting his fingers climb teasingly along the flesh, Sean finally gave in and wrapped his hand around Kirk's swollen cock. Sean jerked it roughly, his jerking quickly matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Kirk bit down on his thumb, stifling a moan only seconds before it escaped his lips. Sean growled in frustration, pulling completely out and quickly thrusting back in. Kirk whimpered this time, but still refused to let go of the desired moan. Sean's entire body tingled in pleasure, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before winning would be the last thing on his mind. So, deciding to pull out all stops, he stopped all his actions, and wiggled to get situated on the table.
Once situated, Sean paused and looked around the room. His tequila induced blurred vision had long since cleared, giving him an unblemished view of the various shows. Kris and Darren were still in the corner, except now both were naked, and Kris was pressed against the wall. With Darren standing behind him, and the volume of their moans, it was obvious what was happening. Sergei and Steve had long since left the chair, taking their escapades to Sergei's tiny kitchen. Sean often wondered if that was why kitchen islands had been created. And next to them, Manny was no longer on the floor. Instead now, he sat in Curtis' lap, slowly rising up and down. Watching them that closely put Sean into a brief trance. But he was quickly snapped out of it as Kirk yanked on a nipple.
He snarled as he turned his attention to Kirk, thrusting hard into him. Kirk whimpered again, his voice breaking slightly. Sean grinned, knowing full well how close he was to victory. He repeated his motions, garnering the same effect. Kirk shivered as Sean continued his same hard thrusts, angling his thrusts to hit the desired target each time. Sean's own body tingled in pleasure, achingly close to orgasm. As his tongue reached Kirk's nipple, he could feel the first bits of orgasm pricking at his skin. Hastening his efforts, Sean bit down on Kirk's nipple, and grabbed his cock in his hand. In a completely alternate rhythm from his thrusts, Sean began jerking Kirk's dick as fast as he could, all the while keeping his teeth on Kirk's nipple. Kirk began writhing beneath Sean, clenching his muscles around him as he thrust out, not wanting to lose the sensation. That was all it took to push Sean over the edge, and muffling his moan against Kirk's chest, he lost it inside him.
Still refusing to give up, Sean continued his ministrations on Kirk. It took only seconds more for Kirk to lose it, and he arched his back and exploded against Sean's chest. Even as Kirk came, Sean kept going, trying almost literally to pull a moan from him. As his last shot hit Sean's skin, Kirk lost all resolve, and moaned Sean's name.
"Fuck, Sean," Kirk moaned as Sean collapsed next to him.
Sean snickered in satisfaction, cuddling up against Kirk's body so as to stay on the coffee table, most certainly not built for two. "I win," Sean stated, sighing contentedly as Kirk's hand nestled in his hair.
"The hell if you do," Kirk returned, shrugging Sean off and sitting up on the coffee table. Sean slid off the table, and stared up at Kirk with a glare. "You came before I moaned, so therefore, I win,"
"You bastard!" Sean growled.
Kirk snickered, shaking his head as he slid off the table next to Sean. Slipping his arm around Sean's shoulder, Kirk kissed his cheek. "Don't you know that I always win?"
"I'm staring to see that," Sean grumbled, fighting back a shiver as Kirk's finger brushed across his nipple.
Grabbing his chin in hand, Kirk pushed his lips softly onto Sean's. "Don't pout," Kirk coddled, licking Sean's cheek. "I'll give you a rematch, you name the game,"
Sean smirked as he got to his feet. His hands quickly found their way to Kirk's hair, and his fingers ran softly through the blonde. Looking up at him with a grin, Kirk leaned in toward Sean's cock. Sean shuddered as Kirk's breath hit his sensitized skin, but he stopped Kirk before anything more could happen. Kirk looked up with an innocent grin and Sean just snickered in reply.
"I'll get the tequila."
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© 2003 Triple X
