Title: Brat (Awards Night)
Author: Foxy Finn ([email protected])
Rating:NC-17ish
Archive: @ my site http://www.geocities.com/foxy_finn44/
Category: Sports, RPS, NHL, Zetterberg/Lidstrom
Feedback: It'll give me something to do at work
Summary: Niklas wonders why Henrik looked so miserable during the NHL awards ceremony.
Author's Note: I'm ventureing out of Oilerland into the uncharted waters of Wingland. Eep. Hopefully it isn't crap.

"You looked miserable the whole night."

Henrik Zetterberg turned to face Niklas Lidstrom, still frowning. "I tried to look pleasant."

Lidstrom sat on the edge of the hotel bed, watching Henrik move around the room. Henrik loosened his tie and tossed it aside. Niklas sighed. "You didn�t try very hard."

Standing across from Nik, Henrik folded his arms. "It�s not fair. You�ve won all kinds of things. I�ve won nothing."

"Brat." Niklas smirked, reaching out to grab Henrik by his hips and pull him close. Henrik inched forward, his arms still crossed. "You�re also very, very young and have a very good career ahead of you."

Henrik pursed his lips. "I really wanted to win that trophy. I wanted to make fun of Pavel, and win it."

"Now, now. That wouldn�t be nice." Niklas coaxed Henrik onto his lap. "At least make fun of Jiri; Pavel is very fragile."

A smile sprung to Henrik�s lips as he settled himself on Niklas. "Yeah, I guess he is."

"There, you�re smiling." Niklas tipped Henrik�s chin, letting his hand slide up to rub the back of the young man�s neck. "A real smile."

Henrik blushed lightly. "I was happy for you, and Shanny and Stevie. Not anyone else though."

Niklas laughed. "That�s selfish, Zed."

"I know." Henrik smirked, resting his forehead against Niklas�. "Why won�t you let me be selfish?"

Niklas watched him for a moment, silent. Henrik felt himself gradually growing more and more comfortable with the searching stares, but they sometimes gave him the chills. The way Niklas looked at him made him feel like Nik knew what he was going to do before he did it. Like he could see into his mind.

Niklas� hand brushed through Henrik�s hair, before he brought his head closer for a kiss. Henrik leaned into the kiss instantly, deepening it. Niklas broke it quickly, pulling back to smile and Henrik. He fell back against the bed, leaving Henrik to straddle his waist and stare down at him.

"Nik? Why can�t I be selfish?" Henrik tilted his head and pouted.

Smirking, Niklas took Henrik by the waist, and guided him to lay next to him on the bed. Brushing their noses together, Niklas breathed in the clean scent of Henrik�s cologne. "Because I say so."

"Aw, but that�s selfish, Nik." Henrik�s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "No one would expect the gracious Niklas Lidstrom to be selfish."

Nik rolled his eyes, "I can be selfish." Kissing down Henrik�s chin, Nik grinned. "I think I�m going to be selfish right now."

"Really?" Henrik raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Niklas� lips traveled down Henrick�s neck. "Little brat."

Niklas� hands moved up Henrik�s body, pull his dress shirt loose and starting to unbutton it. Henrik smiled as Nik�s hands deftly moved up his shirt, undoing the buttons as he went. Henrik laughed when Niklas opened the shirt and ran his fingers along his ribs. Niklas� mouth hadn�t stopped moving, and it continued down Henrik�s neck, along his collar bone. Henrik fisted his hands in the blankets on the bed, squirming when Nik�s hands reached the waist of his pants.

"You want that? Hmm? Zed?" Niklas looked up to meet Henrik�s eyes. "I bet you do." Henrik grabbed Niklas� hand and pressed it against his cock. He was hard. Niklas� hand, even through the fabric, made him moan. Niklas grinned, leaning up to press his lips to Henrik�s. Henrik returned the kiss hungrily, opening his mouth willingly to Niklas� tongue. He leaned into the kiss, needing more. Niklas� hand started to rub circles over Henrik�s cock, still not freeing it from his pants.

Henrik broke the kiss. "Please, Nik. Please. Behaga nu."

"Speaking Swedish won�t help you now." Niklas smirked, pressing their lips together again. He let his hand move to massage Henrik�s thigh. Henrik moaned, moving his own hands to undo his pants. Niklas quickly grabbed them and pinned them to each of Henrik�s sides.

"Nik, I don�t want to ruin these pants." Henrik broke away from Niklas� mouth to say. "They�re rentals."

"That�s your problem, isn�t it." Niklas kept Henrik�s hands at his sides. "Maybe cumming in you pants will teach you better; teach you not to be such a brat when you lose something. You were just like this when we lost in Anaheim."

Henrik tried to free himself, but Niklas had him pinned. "I just don�t like losing. No one does."

"Yes, but not everyone pouts about it. Their disappointed, yes, but you�re being a brat." Niklas placed Henrik�s hands at his sides. "Don�t move your hands. Don�t."

Henrik nodded. "Can you stop calling me brat?"

Niklas released his wrists, and tilted his head at his question. "Silly boy, but that�s what you are."

Henrik, preoccupied with watching Niklas� eyes, gasped in surprise when undid his pants. He shuddered when Niklas freed his cock from the confines of his dress pants and shorts. After spitting in his hand, Nik smirked. He slowly took the younger man in his hand, watching the expression on his face shift. He started to stroke, slowly. He stopped when Henrik�s hands came up to touch his face.

"Hands down." He instructed.

Henrik forced his hands down, pursing his lips.

Niklas placed a light kiss on his chin as he started to stroke again. He teased Henrik�s mouth, hovering just centimeters away. Henrik was fighting not bucking into Niklas� hand, and trying to capture his mouth. Niklas� pace quickened, and gasps escaped Henrik�s mouth with every movement of his hand. He moved faster and faster, Henrik�s gasps and squeaks quickening too. Then Nik stopped.

Henrik�s eyes flew open to look at Niklas with a threat in his eyes.

"Why?" He gasped out. "Why did you stop?"

Niklas shrugged.

Henrik stared wildly, knowing how close he was. He closed his eyes and threw his head back against the pillows. His body relaxed with frustration.

Then Nik grabbed him and brought him off with two rapid strokes. Henrik came with a shout, head swimming with surprise and pleasure. When his eyes blinked open, he gave Niklas a confused look.

Niklas moved to lay next to him, licking Henrik�s seed off his fingers. He smirked at Henrik�s look. "You don�t look impressed."

"I, uh�" Henrik could only shake his head. "Why am I naked and you�re not?"

"Obvious reasons." Niklas sat up to pull off shirt and through in on the floor. He pulled the blankets over the both off them, pressing a light kiss on Henrik�s temple. "My little brat."

Henrik snuggled closer. "Not a brat. Just hard to please."

"Did you like you consolation prize, then?" Niklas asked.

"You�re no trophy, but You�ll do." Henrik shrugged, letting his eyes flutter shut.

Smirking, Niklas shook his head. "Selfish brat, now you�re going fall asleep."

Henrik yawned. "It was a long day."

"Sleep then." Niklas kissed him lightly. "You�ll have to pay me back later."

"Nah," Henrik grinned. "You�ve won enough today."

~End