Rating: NC17
Warning: Jiri domanicence!!!!!!! YAY.
Author: Dark Stitch
Jiri Fischer �This is the locker room, and this,� Darren McCarty smiled, placing a hand on the shelf, �is your locker.� Jiri grinned happily, running a hand over the edges of the wood and metal structure. �It�s beautiful...� Jiri said in awe, still looking the simple stall over. McCarty gave an agreeing look, nodding his head. After a few more moments Darren spoke again, �Are you ready to get to know the guys better?� he asked, putting a reassuring hand on the younger man�s shoulder. �Yeah, � Jiri said after a pause. Entering the McCarty house Jiri bowed his head a bit more, uneasy in the presence of so many well known players. He spoke with each of them briefly, finally laying eyes on one that caught his attention very well. The shimmering blonde hair caught his eyes fist, then his eyes went lower to scan hungrily over the smooth forehead , the bright blue eyes catching his, the ruby lips turning up in a welcoming smile. �I don�t remember seeing you at training camp...?�Jiri said as politely as he could with his accent. The man lifted a delicate looking hand, smiling brightly. �Sergei Fedorov,� the blonde man said calmly, his voice also thick with an accent. Jiri was instantly taken. The man just screamed of sexuality. Jiri looked over the toned body, trying to be discreet. Sergei caught his look though, and smiled slyly. �You like what you see rookie?� he said confidently, his blue eyes flashing. Suddenly Jiri felt as though he and Sergei were the only ones at the party, and he was not in a back yard, but Paradise, and had stumbled upon an angel. Jiri nodded, resisting the urge to lick his lips by instead biting down on them. Sergei smiled again, that smile that told Jiri Sergei was quite ready for anything he could throw at him...and much more. His train of thoughts lead him on a wonderful tour of all the things it would like to do to Sergei, and vise versa. �I think you should sit down,� Sergei laughed a bit, pulling the Czech man down by his fore arm. Jiri looked confused for a moment before noticing the obvious tenting in his pants. His arousal quickly turned to embarrassment. �I�m so sorry....� He said quickly, hanging his head down, he seemed to be panicking. Sergei put a hand on his shoulder, and patted the other on his chest, �It�s ok, it�s partially my fault.� he grinned, keeping his hand on Jiri�s chest a bit longer than he needed to. He pulled away, relaxing back in his chair, and the younger man again found himself gazing longingly at the lithe body. Another voice broke him from his fantasies. �Hey Jiri, I hate to say it buddy, but the Hotel gave you a room that doesn�t exist, � McCarty sighed, standing by the table he and Sergei sat at. �Oh?� Jiri said, not sure what else to do. �Yeah, I know, it�s not great news. And I hate to add to it, but as much as I wish I could help, my house is being redecorated, and it isn�t fit for guests.� he shrugged, looking rather disturbed he couldn�t assist the tall man. �He can stay with me,� Sergei offered, not really showing any emotion. Jiri felt his heart begin to race. If he was alone with Sergei.... �I dunno Fedz...� Mac seemed a bit wary. Jiri wondered why. Was Sergei not a good host? The Czech man thought that rather impossible. �I�d like that a lot, thank you Sergei,�� Jiri jumped in, now desperately wanting the time alone with the Russian beauty. Mac shrugged. �Sure, why not?� he said, giving Sergei a pointed look, then wishing them a good day before walking off to rejoin his gathering. Not long after the party was coming to an end, and only a couple groups remained. Kris Draper was one of the few people still there. Jiri observed him talking with Darren while Sergei got ready to leave. �I�ll see you later then?� Kris smiled, and Darren nodded. Kris then leaned up and placed a quick kiss on the taller man�s lips, and Jiri could feel his eyes widen at the sight. Surely he was just giving im a - kiss -goodbye... but on the lips? Jiri began to wonder as Kris pulled away and began walking towards him and the house. Kris looked up at him, giving him an energetic grin before slapping him softly on the arm and saying a cheerful goodnight. Jiri smiled at him as he left, and watched as Sergei came to the sliding door. �Are you ready to leave?� The Russian man asked with a hint of a smile and a laid back posture. The taller man gave a nod of acknowledgment, then called a goodbye to Mac, and turned and followed Sergei first back in to, then out of the house. Climbing into Sergei�s car the Czech man felt a slight wave of nervousness wash over him, and he wasn�t sure of what he was doing. But once he was out of the car, following Sergei into his house, Jiri felt the familiar stir of heat in his being, and he lost all fears he had been worrying over. A look of purpose entered his eyes, and he followed Sergei more closely, the other man�s words fading from his awareness as the plans in Jiri�s head demanded all his attention. As Sergei turned to look at the taller man as he showed him where he would keep his things, Jiri made his first move, pressing the thin Russian against the hallway wall. A surge of pure pleasure flew through him as he felt the firm body up against his own. His captive let out a gasp of surprise as Jiri pinned him, and the taller man took the next step, leaning down to ravage the full red lips. Sergei gave a small moan, opening his mouth to Jiri�s prying tongue. Sergei eagerly participated in the kiss, and soon they were both grinding against each other, their hardnesses straining to meet through the several layers of fabric. Jiri�s hands slid down to the Russian�s waist, fumbling to pull open the khaki dress pants. Sergei ended their fevered lip lock, placing a hand on his chest to stop him as he leaned forward to recapture his lips. �I think the bedroom would be more comfortable.� Sergei whispered against the Czech�s panting lips. Jiri nodded and practically dragged the smaller man down the hall to the master bed room. As soon as they entered the room Jiri was back on Sergei, running his large hands firmly over the Russian�s trembling body. Jiri slipped his lips off of Sergei�s to his beautifully sculpted neck, lavishing the column of muscle with his warm tongue. Sergei shivered at the feeling, and he moaned again as Jiri undid his pants, sliding them down his hips. As the cool air of the room met his skin he shivered in earnest, begging Jiri to �warm him up�. Jiri did the opposite though, opening his blue green dress shirt and exposing the rest of him to the cruel environment. Sergei groaned at the sensation of Jiri�s warm fingers running over his chilled flesh. Jiri smiled, pleased with the reactions he was coaxing out of the older man. Sergei snatched up his buttoned shirt, fumbling to get it open, desperate to feel Jiri�s warm skin. �Jiri...� Sergei said in a voice deep with desire. Jiri couldn�t wait much longer. He shrugged the shirt off, making quick work of his pants as well. Sergei stared down at Jiri�s heavy cock, eyeing it hungrily. �Mmmm Jiri...� he whispered, running his hands over the taller man�s broad chest. Jiri�s breath sped up, and he craved the soft warm feel of Sergei�s body next to his. Jiri grasped Sergei by his forearms, moving him back to the bed. Leaning over the prone Russian he grinned, loving the dominance. His lips ghosted over Sergei�s, moving over the rest of his skin in the same manner, in a trail down his body, stopping at his erection, standing proudly from his body. Jiri grinned up at Sergei, who was watching him intently, propped up on his elbows. The Czech man was intoxicated by the power he held over the smaller man, and he nuzzled Sergei�s cock with his nose, absently licking it every now and then. Sergei threw his head back, a moan escaping his lips. Jiri heard his cry and couldn�t help himself, he needed more. Climbing onto the bed he nuzzled the Russian�s neck, lowering his large body over him. Sergei gasped as they melted against one another, mouths meeting again. Jiri rolled over, Sergei straddling him. Jiri�s hands rested on Sergei�s hips, as Sergei ground their bodies together. �Jiri...� the older man gasped, then bit his bottom lip. The Czech man sat up, bringing his lips to Sergei�s soft neck. There he ran his wetted lips over the warm flesh as they rubbed against each other. Sergei�s hands tightened on Jiri�s shoulders, and the younger man knew the Russian man was close. He pulled Sergei away from him, clenching his teeth at the cold that slid between their bodies as they parted. �Jiri!� Sergei whimpered, trembling. Jiri licked his lips, trying to catch his breath, �I want to be inside you Sergei, do you want that too?� Sergei moaned a bit, �Yes.� he sighed, kissing Jiri firmly, then sliding from his arms long enough to grab a tiny foil item and a small tube. Jiri looked at the items curiously as Sergei opened the foil package, and rolled a condom over Jiri�s massive cock. The younger man bit his lips at the gentle touches. Sergei quickly climbed back onto Jiri�s lap, opening the small tube in a flash. Jiri watched, not sure what was going on. He�d never... �I�ve never done this before,� he nearly whispered. Sergei met his eyes briefly, pausing. Then he gave the younger man a reassuring smile. �That�s okay. I�ll show you.� he grabbed Jiri�s large member, coating it with goo from the tube he�d opened. He then took one of Jiri�s big hands, sliding one of the thick digits into his mouth, covering it in his saliva. When he was done he guided the taller man�s hand down to his opening. Jiri looked unsure. Sergei smiled again, �You have to stretch a bit, or you might hurt me...� he trailed off, looking pointedly at Jiri�s erection. �You�re... bigger than most.� Jiri looked interested, �You�ve... done this before?� he asked, mostly sure of the answer. Sergei nodded, shuddering slightly when Jiri began to stretch him. Then the Russian smiled, �Many times.� Jiri smiled, and Sergei began to pant as the younger man found the spot inside him that begged to be caressed perpetually. �Ah...� he gasped, stiffening. Jiri froze, �Did I hurt you?� he whispered, worried. Sergei answered him with a bruising kiss, grasping the taller man�s hard cock in his hand, then positioning himself over it. He wasted no time lowering himself onto the huge member, eager to feel it on his insides. �Mmph!� Jiri moaned into the kiss, the heat and tightness of Sergei�s body closing around him. Jiri was taken aback by the intensity of the feeling and he gripped Sergei�s upper arms firmly, devouring his mouth. Sergei moaned, surprised when Jiri rolled over, pinning him to the bed. Sergei cried out, pleasure shooting through him as Jiri began to thrust. With his hands braced on either side of Sergei�s head Jiri pounded into him roughly, hanging his head in concentration. �Oh...God...� Jiri breathed, but it was drowned out by Sergei�s impassioned yells. The Russian man�s legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, and Sergei thrust against him just as eagerly. Sergei�s cries continued, and his hands gripped the bedspread tightly. Soon The taller man�s thrusts became frenzied, his rhythm falling to pieces as he worked himself into his orgasm, Sergei not far behind him. Jiri�s arms were weak, but he kept his position above the gasping Russian as his vision cleared, his heart calming. He fell to his side, pulling Sergei close when he had settled. �Sergei...� he spoke softly, and Sergei felt tears behind his closed eyelids. He would never have the one man he truly wanted would he? No, because he was unreachable. But Sergei welcomed the Czech man�s warm embrace, and even snuggled into it when he�d recovered enough to move. Jiri was asleep, and Sergei soon followed him, his head plagued by the face of a man that no mater how much he wanted him, he could never be with.
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