Author: Hockey Slasher19
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, can't sue
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��Ee �es guud.� Tomas Holmstrom said, turning to look at the small goalie next to him. Manny smiled, reaching up to push his glossy blonde hair out of his eyes. �Well, he�s better than last year.� Tomas nodded, a faint smile touching his face. He was happy with his team-mates, watching Darren move around on stage, shirtless and glistening with sweat. Manny�s intense eyes never left Darren�s face. The small goalie had a look of pure concentration on his features, making his eyes glow in the dark and extremely loud night-club. Tomas�s eyes however, roamed Darren�s entire body. Starting at his sweat/water slicked curls and moving down his slender neck, Darren�s chest was smooth, dripping, and the sweat rolled down into the waist of his black shorts. His well toned and strong thighs were pumping as he jumped around stage� Darren was well known on the team. Manny had told Tomas, In a whispered confidential voice, that Darren�s skills went beyond hockey and music. This was said with a personal air that let Tomas know Manny knew first hand exactly what he was talking about. He found he couldn�t tear his eyes from Darren�s shirtless form under the red lighting. Below them the mash pit was a swarm of people, a sea of movement in the darkened pit that swam below them. Tomas saw none of this though, his eyes and mind had one sole focus.
Kirk smiled, he recognized the look in Tomas�s eyes. Lust. Deep and murky, darkening the eyes and showing a true intention. It wasn�t just any lust either, this was lust for their Grind Line member. Who happened to be finishing up his number. �No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I wouldn�t wanna be you�� Kirk elbowed Manny gently in the side, making the smaller man, whose eyes were also focused on the Irish man, jump and let out a small squeak. �Let Tomas go backstage after this number�alone.� Manny�s blue eyes sparkled with the mischievous look of a child, glowing at Kirk happily. �Alright.� Tomas heard none of this. His eyes were focused on Darren�s sweat slicked chest, and his ears listening to Darren�s slightly raspy voice as he belted out the lyrics. The stage lights switched from red to blue, suddenly changing the hot and smoky atmosphere of the room to light and calming. Tomas was transfixed. The song ended and Darren threw the shirt he had removed halfway through his performance to a group of girls sitting in the corner. The girls screamed, an ear splitting wail, and he winced, then grinned, jumping off stage. Tomas watched as Darren paused, talking to a tall blonde guy for a few moments, laughing, and then retired to his trailer. Manny elbowed him. �Go and visit Dare. He�ll be glad to know you�re here.� ��oo sure?� Tomas asked, looking nervously at the ominous black door leading backstage of clutch cargo. His attitude was that of complete uncertainty, a little boy who wants to go sit on Santa�s lap, but is afraid to do so. Kirk pushed him towards the door good naturedly. �Go!� Tomas flailed comically, making Manny laugh, and finally retreated to the stairs, feeling a little nervous. He had gotten a little� happy, while watching Darren and it was pretty obvious. He frowned, looking down at the front of his pants. The bulge there was apparent. Finally he pulled his long black t-shirt over his tight jeans and hoped for the best.
Darren was drinking some Evion water when Tomas entered the dressing room back stage. He smiled broadly, seeing the Swedish man. �Hey Holmer!� Tomas grinned at him. ��ey es de D-Mac!� Darren laughed, and rubbed Tomas�s head affectionately, playing all the part of the father. �Right, well, when you learn to say that in English let me know.� Tomas grinned, feeling slightly embarrassed, and shook his head. �What �ess up Mac-�addy?� Darren smiled, Tomas always made him smile. �I�ve gotta go talk to one of my friends in a little bit, but I�ve got time, sit down.� Tomas did as told, taking a seat on the black leather couch and forgetting to pull his shirt over his lap. Darren noticed right away, and a sly grin spread across his face like oil. �Did you enjoy the performance?� He asked, his voice held a lusty undertone that the Swedish man didn�t catch. Tomas nodded enthusiastically. �O �ess! More den �oo kno!� Darren grinned at him and moved closer to the younger man, keeping his eyes on the bulge in his pants. �More than I know eh?� Darren asked, unable to keep his mind from traveling to the dirty side of the situation. Tomas squirmed, feeling nervous� and some how anticipating something. �Oo much better dan last year. Manny say so.� Darren let the smug grin grow a little wider and his hand slid from where it sat limply in between them onto Tomas�s leg, creeping on to his inner thigh. Tomas bit down on his lower lip. Darren glanced up at him. �Wanna tell me how much�. Or better yet� show me?� Darren�s large hand slid completely over the bulge that was making Tomas�s jeans tent, and the blonde man leaned his head back, gasping. �Oh.. �ess� sure. I show �oo.� He managed through his panting. Darren couldn�t help but get excited at that. He had heard from a couple of the guys about how good Tomas was with his mouth.
Darren�s fingers played over Tomas�s clothed member more, moving back and forth. Tomas was breathing harshly now, his fingers clutching the couch and he was chewing on his lower lip. Finally Darren leaned in, licking the other man�s earlobe. Darren had been drinking ice water, his tongue was cold against Tomas�s flushed skin, making him moan slightly. Then he moved, standing briefly before dropping to his knees infront of Darren. He deftly unzipped Darren�s denim shorts, freeing the older man�s member and Darren closed his eyes, his head dropping back against the couch. �Mmmm.� Tomas slowly took the man�s member in his mouth, suppressing his gag reflex like an expert and rolling his tongue against the dark haired man�s member. �Ahhh.� Darren gasped softly, threading his fingers into Tomas�s hair. Tomas swirled his tongue, making Darren�s hips buck. �Oh� good god Tomas.� He gasped. Tomas smiled. Soon enough Darren climaxed, arching his back and gripping Tomas�s glossy blonde hair tightly. �Mmmmm. You kick ass Holmer.� He sighed contentedly for a moment before sitting up, and pushing Tomas back against the ground. �Now it�s my turn.� Tomas looked up into Darren�s grey eyes, a smile growing across his face and his head turning slightly. Darren leaned down, nipping at Tomas�s neck gently, He glanced up at the clock. Shit, he was going to have to hurry this. He hated hurrying. Screw it. He would take his time if he wanted. He licked along Tomas�s neck, running his fingers up under Tomas�s shirt and brushing the blue eyed man�s nipples. Tomas arched, crying out softly, and rocked his hips up, whimpering. Darren smiled, moving down and kissing a line along the younger man�s waist line. Tomas whimpered again, saying something in Swedish in a half pant/moan.
Darren slowly unzipped Tomas�s pants, unbuttoning them, and sliding them down onto his thighs. His eyes widened. Tomas was bigger than he thought. He would have to do more with the other man later. He slowly licked Tomas�s thighs, going from his outer thighs to his inner sides, finally and slowly, taking the other man�s member in his mouth. Tomas shouted in Swedish, gripping Darren�s shoulders and bucking his hips up. �Nnnnngh!� Darren fought gagging at the movement and gripped Tomas�s hips, holding him down. He moved his mouth over Tomas. And continued to move until Tomas screamed out his name, arching up and then slowly relaxing against the floor again. Darren removed his mouth and stood, reaching down and helping Tomas up, before they both slowly got dressed, listening as FGM performed outside. Darren leaned over, kissing Tomas chastely. �Mmm. Thanks Holmer.� Tomas smiled. �Thanking you.� Darren grinned. �Well, I was supposed to go talk to someone� but I�ll see you later.� He hugged the Swedish man quickly and then left. Tomas smiled to himself. He would have to thank Kirk and Manny for sending him down to see Darren.