Pairing: Mike Richards/Jeff Carter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real – never happened. But it should.
Warnings: Some (Pens fans) might think a few lines bash Sidney Crosby but it is not my intention. If that will bother you too much, don’t read. The lines are kind of based on what Jason Smith (Flyer’s current captain) said to Sid during one of the playoff games (Sydney, you fucking whine about every fucking play). Not saying it is true or not but the fic is sort of from the perspective of a Flyer (Jeff Carter) and they are mortal enemies now, right?
WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF MALE/MALE SEX. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR DON’T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING.
This was how Jeff wanted spend every day during the off-season. Relaxing and enjoying his favorite things: Beer, Guitar Hero, and Mike. And right now he was kicking Mike’s ass at Guitar Hero – again. Jeff almost felt sorry for beating him so, so badly. Mike may have been the best hockey player on the team but he just sucked at Guitar Hero. Maybe he should have gone easy on him, let him win just one level. The past week had been hell on all of them, but even more so for Mike. He was the one getting most of the attention from the Philly media, answering all the hard questions. Jeff thought about letting him win the next level but Mike was so bad at the game, he’d know Jeff was letting him win. If Mike even suspected Jeff let him win, he’d kick his ass.
“Stupid fucking game,” Mike said, throwing the “guitar” across the room and watching it hit the wall.
“Don’t throw it! You’re going to break it, asshole.” Jeff yelled at him, trying hard not to laugh. “So, I guess you don’t feel like playing anymore.”
“Real fucking perceptive, Jeff.” Mike answered sarcastically, joining Jeff on the sofa.
“And you’re getting way too pissed off about a game, Mike.” Jeff told him. He moved closer to Mike on the couch, but not too close. He learned the hard way that Mike liked, no needed, his space. They had known each other since they were teenagers and that was one thing that hadn’t changed. If anything, Mike needed the distance between them even more, since they signed with the Flyers. He always had to take things slow when they spent the day together.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But, I’m the worst player on the team. Shit, Hartsy’s wife beat me last weekend.” Mike complained.
“C’mon Mike, Lisa’s great at the game. She almost beat me too.”
“Stop trying to make me feel better, Jeff. It’s a fucking game.” Mike laughed, relaxing a little, and moved a little closer to Jeff.
“And you suck at it,” Jeff said grinning at him. “You can’t be good at everything, Richie. It wouldn’t be fair.” He reached for Mike’s hand and squeezed it gently.
Mike shrugged. “I’m not good at everything. I’m not good at a lot of shit, Jeff.”
“You’re not going to start that shit again are you? If I have to hear you say one more time how you’re not that good or ready to become captain… I’m going to kick your ass, Mike.”
Mike smirked at him. “Like you could. You don’t stand a chance if we fight. I’d totally kick your ass.”
“Like you would, Mike.”
“You never know…” Mike said, teasing him.
“You’re not going to turn it down, are you?” Jeff asked, his voice turning serious. “You can’t. Everyone wants you to be captain.”
Mike ran his fingers through his thick hair, clearly annoyed that Jeff was bringing the subject up. “But, there are other guys who deserve it more than me. Kimmo, Danny, Hatch. They’d all be better than me.”
“Bullshit, Richie. You’re the leader of this team. Everyone knows it. Hatch said you’d be a great captain, that you’re ready. Hell, the whole city wants you to be captain. You’re the only one doesn’t .”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been playing as long as the other guys. I’m kind of young.”
“Don’t give me that shit. Crosby is the Pens captain, for fucks sake and he whines all the time. You are way more mature. Damn it, Richie, you’re 100 the times the leader he is. Even without the ‘C’ on your sweater.”
Mike paused, thinking about Jeff’s words. “Except he led his team into the finals.” Mike said, reminding himself that winning in the NHL was all that really mattered. Nothing else counted if you didn’t win. Not character, leadership, not even heart. “Thanks, Jeff. It means a lot that you guys think I can but I-I just don’t know.”
Jeff didn’t know if he should punch him or fuck him. He wanted to do both. Mike’s humble nature drove him absolutely crazy at times but it was kind of sweet. How could the guy not realize how great he was? He smiled wickedly at him. “Hmm…. Guess, I’ll just have to convince you that you are.”
Mike looked at him, a glint of desire in his eyes. “I don’t think you can,” he said challenging him.
That was all Mike had to say. Jeff lunged himself at Mike, tackling him to the ground and accepting his challenge. They landed on the ground with a hard thump but Jeff didn’t stop or even slow down. He kissed him hard on the mouth, struggling to remain in control. Mike always wanted to be in control, especially during sex. It had been so long, too long, since they had been together and he couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Mike, I’ve missed you.”
“Show me,” Mike whispered into his ear.
Jeff nearly ripped off Mike’s shirt in his rush to undo the buttons. Why was he having such a hard time? He wasn’t drunk few moments ago but now… His head was spinning and he felt almost high. Was it possible to be drunk on desire? Jeff finally got Mike’s shirt off and threw it across the room. He took a moment to remove his own shirt, which thankfully was much easier. He was glad now, it didn’t have any buttons. Jeff touched Mike’s chest softly with his fingertips, tracing his hard muscles softly. They had been together for years and the beauty of Mike’s body still took his breath away. Jeff lowered his mouth and attacked Mike’s neck, kissing him roughly and grabbing his cock. He grinned feeling Mike’s erection straining against his jeans. “You missed me too, huh?”
“Fuck you, Jeff.” Mike hissed. He’d never admit it. Admitting anything was against Richie’s rules. Jeff knew Mike missed him. He didn’t to be told.
“Yeah, I’m working on it.” Jeff answered, unzipping his lover’s pants and quickly pulling them off his body. Jeff wrapped his hand around Mike’s bare cock and squeezed him tenderly. Jeff grinned when Mike moaned but he continued to torment him. Jeff moved his mouth down Mike’s body at a excrutiating slow pace, nipping, kissing, and biting his soft skin.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop…” Mike begged, his voice raw with need.
Jeff’s mouth was inches away from Mike’s cock but he stopped, disobeying Mike’s order. “So, did I convince you?”
“Wha-what?” Mike asked in disbelief, pushing down on Jeff’s shoulders.
Jeff grinned at him. “You heard me.”
“You fucking bastard.”
Jeff moved his tongue down Mike’s shaft in long, sensuous strokes and stopped. He waited, his mouth smiling on his cock He knew Mike was close to breaking, just a few more seconds…
“Okay, okay. Fuck you, Jeff. You win. I-I-I’ll think about it, okay.”
Jeff lifted his head up and smirked at him. “It’s just so easy to get what I want from you, Richie.”
He finally took Mike into his mouth, kissing, sucking, and stroking his cock. The sensation of Mike thrusting inside his mouth felt incredible, almost too incredible. Jeff liked it nearly as much as fucking. Hearing Mike moan his name, talk dirty to him, and losing control was turning him on. His erection strained painfully against his jeans reminding him just how much. Thinking about the things Mike would do him later only made his cock throb more.
“That’s what you do to me, Richie.”
Mike smiled at Jeff, saying silently with his eyes what he couldn’t in words. You do that to me too.
After they cleaned themselves up, Mike pulled Jeff against his chest and he thought this was his favorite part. The sex was always amazing. Sometimes it blew Jeff’s mind how fantastic it was. As incredible as it was, these were the times he really loved, when Mike let him in. It seemed like the moments after they fucked were the only time Mike truely let down his guard, let him get close. He loved listening to Mike’s heartbeat race after sex, knowing he was the one made it beat so fast. Yes if it were up to him, this is how they would spend the every day, until it was time to report to training camp.
