Happy Endings
Language: English
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Published: May 12, 2024
what a way to find out about washed-up hockey players behaving badly, huh? makeit-takeit includes a kind of thesis at the end of this fic that i think really speaks to the heart of what rpf is for me: you take the likeness, some loose bits and pieces about a public persona's life, choose the ones that serve your interests and craft a fictional character around them. when i read about nolpat (or patrick kane), i'm not reading about Nolan Patrick(TM). i don't give a shit about the real guy. i'm smashing dolls together. anyway. this was an interesting meditation? on that concept. if you can call something this fucking horny a meditation. nolpat is not a good guy here, but i'm a sucker for a shitty homphobic loser getting his back blown out and reduced to a puddle of goo, so! this was great fun.
Description:
He lets his eyes flutter open, sees the bottom of the same baby-blue scrub pants the receptionist was wearing, covering the tops of a pair of basic black crocs. Not exactly the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, but when you’re on your feet all day, he guesses fair is fair. He doesn’t give a shit about her fashion choices, as long as she works his cock as good as she’s working her fingers over his scalp.
He drifts a little more; he doesn’t need to be awake for this part, anyway.
He thinks vaguely as he fades in and out: this one’s working her way into a fat tip, if she keeps this up.
He wakes up with a start again when she digs her elbow into his right hammy, the one that’s always tightest for some reason.
“Fuck,” he jerks back to consciousness already grunting under his breath, and he hears her let out a low laugh, sexy and throaty. His dick twitches under him, flexing insistently against the table.
“Sorry, got a big knot here,” she says, leaning hard into his hamstring again, but – .
Wait, no.
Something pings bright and sharp in his brain, alarm bells blaring a warning: that was a deep voice – like, way too fucking deep.