Author: Dark Stitch
Rating: NC17 for lemon PWP
Warning: He, Lemon between two guys.... some angst-ishness
�I can�t believe this.� Chris moaned in frustration, flopping down on his bed in the hotel room he shared with Sergei. Sergei watched him carefully, biting his lip as he set his things down on his own bed. �Ozzie, it wasn�t your fault, we all played badly, you were doing well.� Sergei tried, but Chris just glared at him, clenching his jaw and shaking his head. Sergei stood still next to his own bed. He wasn�t sure what else to say, but he wanted to cheer his friend up, it bothered him to see anyone he cared for hurting. Chris sat on his bed, holding his head in his hands, mumbling to himself. Sergei bit his lip again, making his way over to his friend, taking a seat next to him on the multi colored comforter. Wrapping his arm around the smaller man�s shoulders he sat quietly, just wanting to be there to comfort his team mate.
Chris looked at him, frowning. He didn�t want to be mean, but he wasn�t in the mood to be around anyone. And he was angry, very angry. �Leave me alone Fedz.� he growled, shrugging the older man away, then getting up, stalking towards the door. A strong hand enclosed on his upper arm and pulled him back, and he looked up to see Sergei frowning down at him. The Russian�s mouth soon twisted up into a smile, and Sergei spoke. �Ozzie, don�t be like this, let me help you.� he almost begged, desperate to aid his friend. The smaller man sighed, rolling his eyes, then he replaced his eyes to Sergei�s, �Do you have any beer?� he asked almost in a hiss, his eyes relaying all his negative emotions. Sergei hesitated briefly, why would Ozzie... �No,� he said honestly, frowning again. Chris clenched his jaw again, then yanked his arm from Sergei�s hold. �Then you can�t help me.� he grumbled, turning his back on the taller man to head to the door again. Again he was stopped by his friend. �I can�t let you go Ozzie, I won�t let you hurt yourself.� he said softly, realizing it would only anger his friend more. He was right. The disgruntled goalie pulled his arm free once more, then turned on the older man, pushing him away. �Leave me the fuck alone!� he yelled, his posture tense. Sergei stared at him, not in surprise, but ... Chris was totally taken off guard by the warm mouth that was suddenly on his, the wet tongue that was slipping past his lips, the strong hands that were gripping his shoulders firmly... He broke the kiss, searching the taller man�s face closely, his breathing faster, his blood rushing to certain points in his body, it was hard to think. But his pain was... �Why did you do that?� he spat, disentangling himself from his team mate. Sergei just smirked at him, standing over him, silent. Chris glared at him, wiping his mouth, his anger growing. �Answer me!� �You liked it didn�t you?� The Russian asked, sounding sure of himself.
Chris hesitated, but only for a moment. �No, and if you touch me again...� he began, but his thoughts were lost as he was forced into another lip lock, this one deeper than the last. This time he pressed into it, forcing the larger man backwards to their beds, not stopping when he met resistance as Sergei�s legs made contact with the mattress of Chris�s bed. He pushed him back, and Sergei pulled him along, the honey blonde man falling on top of the sunny blonde. Chris leaned back, looking down at Sergei through hazy blue eyes. For the few moments they had kissed, his pain was gone, his anger had fled from him, and all he felt was pleasure. And he wanted more. �Touch me again...� he trailed off, moaning when Sergei�s lips met his neck, suckling there furiously, the Russian�s hands slid up his back, stopping and pressing them closer. Chris found himself moaning from Sergei�s kisses, and responding in kind by nipping at the older man�s neck, coaxing a gasp from his friend. That seemed to urge the young goalie on, because he sat up, pulling Sergei�s black dress shirt open, letting his hands wander over the heated flesh. The larger man bit his lip, arching his back. Chris smiled, and Sergei saw it and mirrored it, leaning up to capture the younger man�s lips, rolling them over so he was on top. Chris moaned, jerking his hips up into Sergei�s, his eyes begging for release. Sergei caught the pleading look, and he moved down, ripping the smaller man�s shirt open, laving his chest with warm, wet attention from his tongue.
Chris�s hands gripped at the silky blonde strands of Sergei�s hair, almost twitching from the pleasure that was being administered to him. �I�m so sorry...� Chris whispered, shuddering and squirming under Sergei�s attention. Sergei wanted to ignore the words, but he understood where they were coming from, and he knew what he had to do. �It�s not your fault,� he said soothingly, opening the khaki pants, removing them from his friend�s prone body. He then licked his way up the swollen member of his team mate, savoring the taste. �Ah!� Chris yelped, taken by surprise. He bit his lip, gripping Sergei�s hair tightly, thrusting his hips into the moist warmth of his friend�s mouth. The Russian man took it all easily, allowing Chris to do as he wished. Sergei closed his eyes, focusing on the erection in his possession, sucking at it furiously, using his hands to massage the young man�s muscular thighs, earning him throaty groans of satisfaction from Chris. Chris�s thrusting was growing erratic, his body trembling, growing closer to its destination. �Sergei, Sergei I�m...�Chris tried, but his voice was choked off as his orgasm washed over him, rendering him silent as he came hard into Sergei�s waiting throat, his face a picture of ecstasy. Sergei swallowed all Chris gave him, pulling away only when the fingers in his hair relaxed and his friend fell back on the bed, his breathing heavy, labored. He moved up to lean over his team mate, and he smiled down at him, running a hand up his mostly naked chest, stopping on his cheek, using his thumb to stroke away a stray tear. Chris gazed up at the Russian man dazedly, finally managing to pull him down for a kiss. Sergei gladly responded, happily sharing the chaste kiss, then he settled next to his friend in the bed, grabbing the comforter and bringing it over them both. Chris cuddled close to his chest, craving the shelter and warmth it gave him. Sergei smiled to himself and bent his head down to place an affectionate kiss on top of his friend�s head, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and laying back to rest. And then Chris was asleep, his face showing only peace.
The end! Ah, Ozzie and Sergei!
