[Hockey RPS - A Kink Bingo Fic in Two Acts - Chris Osgood/Kris Draper - NC-17]

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A Kink Bingo Fic in Two Acts
Hockey RPS/Detroit Red Wings. | Chris Osgood/Kris Draper. [mentions of Chris Osgood/Nicklas Lidström.] | dub-con. furry/plushie!kink. eccentrically written. language. crack!fic. | NC-17. | 780 words. | written for kink_bingo


A Kink Bingo Fic in Two Acts

Act I

"Please, Drapes? For me?" Pleading.

"I really don't think so, Ozzie."

"Come on, you know I didn't get what I wanted from Sharky." Petulant.

"That doesn't mean I should have to be his stand-in."

"It's important." Pouting.

"It's really not the end of the world, Ozzie, and it's just not something I think is healthy for either of us."

"Drapes, you're my best friend; who else am I going to ask?" Aggrieved.

"Why don't you ask your lover?"

"Nick's too perfect. And he'd probably give me that look. You know the one." Cajoling.

"Ozzie, you need to stop sleeping with everyone you come across, anyway. Doesn't Nick give you that look for that, too?"

"He doesn't know?" Shifty.

"Jesus Christ. No, Ozzie, I'm not going to be drawn into thi—"

[Ozzie lunges forward and smacks his chin against Drapes's as he forces a clumsy, damp kiss.]

"I know you'll do it for me." Confident.

"I really don't thi—"

"You said that already. Meet me tonight." Self-assured.

"Dammit. All right; where?"

"Nick's going out to some meeting, so I'll have the motel room to myself." Sly.

"Oh, this is not a good idea."

[Another sloppy, crooked kiss.] "It'll be fun!" Triumphant.

Act II

::: (later that night) :::

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No, really, this is my favourite." Expectant.

"I'm not wearing that while you fuck me."

'You have to; you promised." Whining.

"I don't recall promising anything more than just to show up."

"Drapes, come on. Don't you want to fuck me?" Anxious.

"Ozzie, I don't know what you thin—"

"I think I'm hot, don't you? Come on, Drapes." Cocky.

"I suppose at least we're not in a closet any more. Are you sure Nick's not going to walk in on this?"

"We have to hurry at least a bit. So stop stalling." Commanding.

"I have to put that on? We can't just, you know—"

"That defeats the whole purpose! Drapes." Querulous.

"All right! For fuck's sake. At least turn around while I put it on."

"Good boy." Praising.

"Oh, please don't; I don't think I can—"

"Just put it on already! Nick will walk in on us if you keep taking so damn long!" Frustrated.

[Drapes turns away and begins putting on the doggie suit, resignedly. Ozzie's breathing quickens.]

"Okay, c'mere." Coaxing.

[Drapes feels completely silly, naked beneath the suit; Ozzie's staring at him with gleaming eyes.]

"I can't believe how ridiculous I feel."

"But you look hot." Appreciative.

"In a doggie costume?"

"This is no ordinary costume." Elucidative.

[Ozzie slings an arm around Drapes and suddenly there's a finger pressing against his bare skin, tracing his crack.]

"Oh, dear God."

[Ozzie's finger parts his cheeks and dips inside.]

"Shhh, you'll like it. And you can't imagine how much I like you like this." Breathless.

"I swear, Ozzie, I'm going to make you pay for this."

"You wanted to do it. For me? You love me." Arrogant.

[His finger finds Drapes's hole and he crooks it inside. Drapes goes up on his tip-toes, sighs, enjoys the penetration.]

"Ozzie."

"I know. Yeah, like that." Self-satisfied.

[Lube is lukewarm at his entrance as Ozzie steps around behind Drapes. And then his cock is pressing up into him, forcing him back to his tip-toes again.]

"I can't even believe I am doing this."

"Let me make you feel good." Gentle.

[Ozzie thrusts and Drapes stutters a step forward. Ozzie is petting the fur on the suit reverently.]

"I—uh—guess it's okay."

"Tell me what you like." Questioning.

"Angle a little."

[Ozzie wraps his other arm around Drapes's waist and pulls him back against him, almost off his feet. His cock fits better within and Drapes tries to catch his breath—like trying to capture a butterfly in flight.]

"You feel so good." Appreciative.

[Drapes thinks it feels good too, mouth parting.]

"This is like, one step away from bestiality."

"Nah, it's nothing like it." Argumentative.

[There's a finger pushing up alongside Ozzie's dick now. And Ozzie's hand, on his belly, slips down and rubs the soft fur that is tented out over Drapes's erection.]

"This is still creepy, I just want you to know."

[Ozzie doesn't get the chance to reply because the beep that signals the door lock sounds. Nick steps into the room and stops—]

"I think I'll come back later." Recoiling.

[Ozzie and Drapes both whirl to look; it sends sparks up Drapes's spine from the angle Ozzie's dick achieves.]

[Nick looks a little pale.]

{Ozzie and Drapes separate and both try to look appropriately guilty. But Oz—he can't stop petting the fur. Drapes closes his eyes.]

[This is a totally failed experiment.]

[end.]