Normally I wouldn't set foot in a club unless it was for a concert. But tonight was different. Comrie, York and Anson wanted to go out for the night, even though I was sure that the three of them would end up escaping to Comrie's house and would leave me here. It'd happened before, and I wasn't quite sure why I'd come along with them. But nonetheless, there I was.
            "Do you always have to dress like that?" York asked. I glanced down at the red plaid pants and tight-fitting black T-shirt. "You aren't going to one of your shows, Janne."
            I rolled my eyes, which had a thin line of black liner around them, which I knew pissed him off more, "Well, I'm sorry that I've offended your style-conscious, Mr. GQ.  But I like this," I replied, running a hand through my bleached hair. Since they've known me for years, Comrie and Anson were normally too busy sneaking kisses to notice how I looked, but even a year after being traded here, York hadn't quite gotten used to me. "I'm going to get a drink."
            As I approached the bar, I noticed a familiar form, tall and muscular, leaning against the wall. Black glasses that made him look like an escapee from a Weezer convention hid the intense blue of his eyes, but didn't mask his innate beauty. A dark blue button-down shirt and black slacks completed the look. A soft smile curled his lips, as if he were hiding a secret. I wondered what it was.
            I ordered two screwdrivers--specifically with Black Death vodka--and made my way towards my teammate and sometimes defense partner. Eric was watching the room intently...looking for someone? I couldn't be sure, but I was determined to find out.
            "Hey, Brew. Drink?" I offered, holding up one of the glasses. He jumped slightly, obviously surprised to see me.
            "Janne, hi. Thanks," he took a long drink of the screwdriver, then glanced nervously at me. "What are you doing here?"
            His anxiousness was intriguing, and it made me wonder why he was so displeased that I was there. "Just came with Anson and the Mikes. They've probably gone to have torrid sex by now, though. I just wanted to harass York with the punk thing."
            He laughed, scanning the crowd again. "I don't see them."
            "Check the bathrooms."
            Eric smirked, "Nah. I'd rather not watch those three go at it. It doesn't really fit into my plans for the evening."
            "And what might those plans be, Eric?" I asked. He shrugged, keeping his eyes averted. I again wondered if he was looking for someone.
            "Nothing," he said a little too quickly. "Nothing exciting," he amended.
            I arched an eyebrow, "Really? Then why are you standing here in a club all dressed up and come hither-ish?"
            He coughed harshly, "I am not."
            "Why the glasses? And the 'please come fuck me' smirk?" I pushed, "You planning to get laid tonight, Brew?"
            "I don't think that's any of your business, Janne," he said, indignantly, pushing away from the wall to get away from my accusations. I watched him disappear into the crowd, laughing, and muttering to myself, "'The lady doth protest too much...'"
            I finished my drink and looked around for the trio I'd come with, although I knew they'd probably left by now. Without Eric to amuse me any longer, I decided to leave, and I called for a cab. While waiting for the taxi, I heard voices around the corner.
            "I thought you were meeting me inside tonight, baby."
            "I just thought I'd catch you out here. Save you the cover charge."
            I smirked. Yes, Eric had wanted to get laid tonight. Now, who was the lucky guy? I followed the sound of their voices to a black SUV. Eric was leaning against the car, his hands in the back pockets of someone shorter than him. Nothing exciting, huh?
            "Let's go, Paul," Eric asked.
            Paul?
            "To your place? Mike is taking York and Carter to our house."
            Holy shit. Paul Comrie. Nothing exciting. Riiight.
            "Well, I guess that answers my question," I said, surprising both of them.
            "Dammit, Janne..." Eric groaned, "What do you want?"
            I smirked, "What? I was just wondering who exactly you were looking for in there. And now I know." I nodded in greeting to Paul, and he smiled sheepishly at me. "You could've just told me you were getting laid tonight. It would've saved this embarrassment."
            "Janne?" Paul spoke up.
            "Yeah?"
            He arched an eyebrow, "The question remains. Are you trying to get laid tonight?"
            I stopped in the middle of a laugh and stared at him. "What?"
            "Janne, there's a reason you were in that club. Were you trying to get laid?" he asked again, ignoring the wide-eyed stare from Eric.
            Those damned eyes did me in. "That depends."
            "On?"
            "Whether or not you're offering."
            He smiled and grabbed at my arm, "I'm offering." He pressed his lips hard against mine, and I heard Eric gasp softly. I slipped my tongue into Paul's mouth, making sure that my teammate saw. He tried to get away, but Paul stopped him. "Relax, Brew," he said, "just because you've wanted to fuck him since you got here...."
            "Paul!" Eric hissed.
            I grinned arrogantly at Eric, "Oh?" He stared at his shoes bashfully, and I leaned close to whisper to him, "That's okay. Because I've wanted you to fuck me since you got here too." He looked up at me, surprised, and I captured his lips in a kiss.
            "Eric's place. Now." Paul growled, watching us.
            "Hell no. He lives like, twenty minutes away," I protested, "This yours?" I asked Paul, referring to the SUV supporting Eric's weight. When he nodded and unlocked the doors, I made a beeline for the back hatch.
            "What the hell?" Eric asked from the front passenger seat.
            "The back seat folds down," I demonstrated, "so there's plenty of room."
            Paul grinned and climbed in after me, "Love the way your mind works, Niinimaa. Now get back here, Eric, so we can close up."
            Instead of walking around, Eric climbed up over the second row of seats. When he got to the back, he sat with one leg on either side of my hips, the hard ridge of his cock pressing snugly against me. As Paul pulled the tailgate down, Eric started kissing the back of my neck and slipping his fingers up under the hem of my T-shirt. "What? Did you get this sewn on?"
            "Nope, painted," I teased, rubbing my hands along his legs. Paul straddled my lap and started to kiss me, nibbling on my lower lip, not breaking the contact until Eric pulled my shirt up over my head.
            I twisted around so that I could kiss Eric and I went to work on his buttons, one by one until I slipped his shirt from his strong shoulders. When I looked back at Paul, his shirt was gone as well, kneeling in front of me.
            "Turn this way," he rasped, and I listened obediently. My bare back pressed against Eric's chest, his nipples hard against my shoulder blades. Paul removed my pants and boxers, and Eric moaned next to me, his chin resting on my shoulder.
            "You like?" I asked softly, grazing my tongue over his jaw. He murmured my name softly and pushed his hips against me in response. I tried to make a sarcastic comment, but it died on my lips, because at that moment, Paul wrapped a hand around the base of my cock.
            "Excited?" he asked, swirling his thumb over the drop of precum at the tip.
            "...The fuck do you think?" I gasped, thrusting involuntarily.
            He smirked, "I think that Eric here wants to know what you taste like," he replied, lifting his finger to Eric's lips. He blushed shyly, but still darted his tongue out to collect the liquid, and I groaned. Paul laughed at my response, "And I think that I want to know what you taste like, too, Niinimaa."
            My breath caught in my throat when his lips wrapped around me. His tongue laved the head of my cock first, then as he took more of the shaft in his mouth, he licked along the underside. Meanwhile, Eric's mouth worked at my tattoo, nibbling and licking between my shoulder blades. He'd unzipped his pants and his cock was pressing proudly against the small of my back, precum smearing on the skin there. He stopped licking at my tattoo, then moved higher, biting hard on my earlobe.
            Paul's mouth was warm and soft, but when he relaxed and took me into his throat, my vision blurred. The skin was hot and tight and like satin against the head of my cock, and I tried to delay the orgasm by biting the inside of my cheek. Then Eric blew a soft breath against my ear at the same time as Paul pressed a finger into me, and I couldn't stop it. I came with a long growl, my head falling back against Eric's shoulder.
            Paul leaned back and wiped a stray drop of cum from his chin, then discarded his jeans. I moved from between Eric's legs, pulling his pants and boxers off while he slid until his ass was at the edge of the seat. Paul stayed where he was, lifting Eric's legs onto his shoulders. He sucked on Eric's straining cock for a few moments, but then he released it, kissing and licking his balls instead. He paused long enough to cover two fingers in precum and saliva, then he pushed the digits into Eric, who bucked his hips at the intrusion. Paul's mouth returned to Eric's balls, which left his dick hard against his belly, invitingly vacant.
            I leaned down to kiss Eric's mouth, at the same time wrapping a hand around his shaft. I stroked him slowly, watching him arch and shudder from the fingers around and inside him. I kissed down his neck and chest, along his abs, around his navel, then finally replaced my hand with my mouth. I licked the precum from the head, then wrapped my lips tightly around his cock. I slowly let him deeper into my mouth, inch by inch until he was muttering curses and pleas, begging for more. Paul grinned up at me, then pulled his fingers from Eric, ignoring the whimper that it caused, placing the head of his cock at Eric's entrance.
            Simultaneously, Paul thrust into Eric and I sucked the rest of him into my mouth and throat. He screamed an expletive, writhing wildly and clutching my hair. I bobbed quickly, much faster than Paul's thrusting, and the variance in speeds made Eric moan louder, and when I felt him getting harder, closer to the edge, I let him slip out of my mouth.
            "Janne..." he begged softly, and I shushed him, straddling his hips and smiling down at him. Paul positioned Eric's cock perfectly, and I sank onto the well-lubed shaft, slowly lowering myself to get used to the size. When I was ready, I started an easy rhythm, and he groaned and dug his nails into my thighs, pleading with me to speed up.
            Paul leaned forward and wrapped a hand around my cock, which had once again grown hard. "Like this," he whispered against my ear, stroking me in time with his thrusts into Eric, and before long, I was matching him. Then he smiled against my neck and sped us up.
            Eric's cock pushing against my prostate, combined with Paul's stroking and sucking on my neck sent me over the edge, and I came again. Eric was next, cursing loudly as he shuddered and tensed inside me. Paul was last, gasping and biting hard at my shoulder as he thrust once more into Eric.
            Breathing heavy, Eric lazily wiped my cum from his chest, licking it slowly from each finger. He smiled up at me, then at Paul. "Now we can go to my place."
            Paul laughed, resting his head against the back of my shoulder, "That's the plan, Brew, that's the plan."