#gally squared

[milionking]

The Kiss Heard ‘Round The Sports World

Pairing- Alex Galchenyuk/Brendan Gallagher Past- Alex Galchenyuk/Nail Yakupov and Alex Galchenyuk/Chanel Leszczynski Chapter 1: The Kiss It was just another game, sure PK was back in Bell Centre af…

A later Gally fic I wrote just 1 season before Alex’s trade to Arizona.

[pullthetriggersidney]

Gally-Squared for @vladimemetaradanko <3

[icantbelievesomeone]

Date someone who makes you smile as big as when you see your favorite hockey bromance tearing it up on the ice

[hastybooks]

Ahhh the Gallys chirping each other during sex is so perfect. 👌🏼 Speaking of which, have you seen Brendan's gross attempts to grow facial hair recently? That's got to be prime chirping material. Maybe Alex can give him beard burn in the process? ;)

The Gallys have a process at this point. 

(i’m not even going to put a picture of his attempts*. go and search ‘brendan gallagher’ on this hell site and choke as you sip your seltzer cocktail. as one does.)

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Gally has dirt on his face. Alex keeps gesturing to his own face whenever he catches Gally’s eye, and Gally gives him a confused look before he breaks and says, “Why do you keep pointing to your chucklefuck face?”

Alex raises an eyebrow, drawls, “Gee, and I thought I was doing you a favor by telling you to remove the bits of dirt under your nose--”

“That’s not dirt!” Gally hisses, pointing angrily at his mouth, “I’m trying to get an early start on Movember, ‘k?” Alex strokes his own beard, and laughs. Like Gally can manage to grow more than ten hairs on his tiny chin-chin. He doesn’t even have three pubes-- and Alex isn’t shy about telling him so. Gally laughs, mockingly, in that way where he doesn’t want to let Alex know he’s gotten under his skin. 

Alex drapes his arm over Gally’s shoulder, “If you ask Radu for his beard tonic you may have better luck,” and Radulov smirks at the mention of his name across the room. He shouts something in Russian, stroking his beard and pointing straight at Gally’s crotch, and Alex laughs. Gally grits his teeth and says, “Shut up, Radu. One day I’ll learn the best Russian insult ever and have you eating your balls for lunch.”

Radulov grins, all sharp and Wolverine-like, and says to Alex in pointed English, “His balls drop yet?”

Alex smirks, and utterly fails to defend Gally’s... testicles. Which don’t really need defending as much as a good smack now and then. Gally lunges towards Radulov, and Alex yanks him back by his shirt. Gally sputters, points at Radulov’s retreating back, and Alex digs his knuckles against the nape of Gally’s neck.

“Relax, Bren. You’re going to stroke out before your three facial hairs even turn ginger.”

“I’m not ginger,” Gally lies. Alex smirks, and rubs his beard against his neck. Gally sighs, and says, “You could make it up to me. Just saying.”

Alex huffs a laugh. Trust Gally to always try to find a way to get off.

[hastybooks]

Thank you so much for indulging my Gallys thirst! I love all of your writing but they are my FAVES. Now for something I've been thinking about a lot recently: camboy AU? Porn stars AU? They decide to make a sex tape? Hmm IDK but some sort of scenario where they end up fucking on camera. We already know Alex likes being filmed working out SO. There could be a clear progression from there if we're talking non-AU.

Thank you for the ego stroke ;)

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Alex doesn’t even notice Brendan for ten minutes. Rude. Not that Brendan can complain, getting to watch Alex go into beast mode with a chain strapped around his hips and a weight right in between those massive thighs, seeing him glow with sweat and strain against the kinky-looking heart monitor wrapped around his chest. Still, Brendan’s wearing a plug up his ass that may or may not be too much for him and trying to be still while watching Alex crank out those reps is just. Hard.  

Alex groans, and does one last pull-up before he looks at Brendan. Brendan smirks purely on reflex, which means Alex narrows his eyes purely on reflex at him. 

Brendan nods towards the small camera set up on the tripod, “Aren’t your followers tired of watching you make those noises?”

“Better than watching your gerbil ass scoot around the ice with a parachute like you actually need it for your slow ass,” Alex says, undoing the chain around his hips, the links trailing over his knees. The chain glints in the harsh gym light, and Brendan bites his lip when he clenches down on the plug. The gym’s too cold for him to really blush but. This wasn’t even his idea. These shorts are too small and jesus christ, he’s getting hard again just from hearing Alex try his weak insults on him.

Alex doesn’t even sound out of breath, the fucker, and Brendan presses his lips in a tight smile. “Not everyone can score as much as me, bro–”

Alex raises his eyebrow, “Do we have to go to hockey-reference–”

“Not necessary,” Brendan grits out, his blood getting hot at the smugness on Alex’s face, “You gonna let me have a turn?” 

Alex pulls at the crotch of his too-tight pants. Brendan’s eyes slip down to the yank of fabric and the glimpse of spandex over balls before he makes himself look at Alex’s dumb face. He smirks– doesn’t tell Brendan he’s as subtle as a brick to the face– and throws the chain at Brendan’s feet, “Got to start off slow. You do know what slow is?”

“I’m the national expert on slow,” Brendan snaps, “Didn’t you just call me slow, like ten seconds ago?” Alex slides his eyes down Brendan’s bare chest, and shrugs.

“Little dick like yours–” Alex doesn’t have to fucking finish that sentence for Brendan to strap the chain around himself. The plug seems a lot bigger in his ass by the time Brendan’s gotten the chain wrapped around his hips twice, and the chain is still warm and slick from Alex’s sweat. He presses his fingers flat against the links, and Alex tugs him close by the chain, his beard brushing against his face, “Can you even do it,” his smile fucking taunting. 

Brendan’s skated double shifts with one thigh a massive bruise, faced up against guys twice his size who wanted to shove his stick down his throat, thrown himself into slappers. He can fucking do one lift up with his ass filled with the world’s largest plug and a heavy chain dragging him down. Just one. 

“Want a boost?” Alex asks, tilting the camera down towards Brendan, his dick getting hard in those dumb man-pris. 

Brendan doesn’t bothering telling him to go fuck himself. Besides, getting his arms up on the bar is enough of a fuck you. Brendan clenches– and clenches down on the plug, his breath getting strained between his teeth– and fuck, he just has to get his chin up past the bar. Just one. His arms feel like lead, the chain clanks against his hips, and fuck, he can’t even squeeze his legs together and shimmy himself up like he usually does. 

He does it. He doesn’t know how. His arms ache, and fuck, the way Alex’s looking at him is not helping. Brendan drops straight down to the mats, landing almost right on his ass, the tilt of the hard plug inside him making him scream and howl–

Alex rushes over, sinks to his knees, and breathes, “What the fuck.”

“Er. I’m not hurt?” Brendan gasps out. Alex squints at him, and then turns him over flat on his face, groping at his ass. Brendan knows when Alex finds the hard ridge of the plug, his fingers slipping over the silicone, and then gets pressed flat down against the mat as Alex breathes, “You dumb motherfucker.”

Brendan shrugs, pressing his hips against the mat, and Alex snarls, “You just want me to fuck you right here? In front of the camera? Couldn’t wait until you followed me back to my place and threw yourself on my dick?”

Well. When he puts it like that. Brendan licks his lips, “All ready for you, eh?”

The noise Alex makes shoots straight to his dick, not gonna lie, as well as the way his hands scrape down Brendan’s shorts and press down on his plug, nice and mean, just before he eases it out. Brendan helps, just a little, getting on his knees and turning his face towards the black lens of the camera. 

Alex pushes inside him, so perfect Brendan can almost cry, and the growls he makes as he fucks Brendan gets him even harder, making him rock back against Alex and taunting him to go even faster, telling him he’s had better, telling him he’s had bigger--

The slap on his dick shouldn’t probably make him come, but it does anyway, heat arching up from his balls and his throat dried up in a strangled noise. Alex swears-- maybe in Russian-- and keeps fucking him, so good Brendan’s knees slip out from underneath him. Alex comes with an embarrassing noise, wet inside Brendan’s ass, and he can’t even turn his head to look at Alex’s face.

That’s ok.

There’s tape review for a reason.

[hastybooks]

So there's this post going around that's like "do you think Kent Parson keeps his snapback on while giving blowjobs?" and that just screams Gallys to me.

Alex yanks on Gally’s hat, pulling his head back from his dick, and laughs at the pained noise Gally makes. Gally licks his lips, swollen from trying to get Alex off, “Quit fucking pulling on my hat.”

He rubs his dick across Gally’s mouth, maybe just because he knows Gally’s easy for it, “Quit making it fun to be mean to you,” and laughs when Gally pouts, his lips pressing against the tip of Alex’s dick. Alex moans when Gally sucks him down, gasping at how easily Gally’s cheeks hollow around him.

Gally doesn’t stop, not even when Alex pulls on his snapback again. No, he just presses his hand flat against the base of Alex’s dick, all the better to feed it into his mouth, and fuck Gally for being so easy--

Alex thumps his head back when Gally pulls off, and Gally pants, “You know, you need to work on your endurance,” licking around his fingers. Alex’s thighs jump around Gally’s shoulders, and he grits, “Now is not the fucking time.”

Gally leers, “Quit making it fun to tease your cock,” and Alex only has himself to blame. Fuck. He shoves deeper into Gally’s mouth, hating himself for getting a little hard at the way his throat flutters around him, and digs his fingers around the brim of Gally’s hat, using it to hold him still--

Alex just knows Gally’s letting him, his breath coming in smothered puffs against his hair, easing in and out of that mouth, Gally’s hands wrapped loosely around his own dick--

He doesn’t get come on Gally’s stupid Bengals snapback, but it’s a close thing.

[hastybooks]

Now that the official rosters have come out, I can't stop thinking about the Gallys' height/size difference and all the manhandling that could facilitate...

After looking at the roster I can just ballpark Brendan being at 178 and Alex being at 210. Which is very interesting. And which means Brendan bitches constantly about how big Alex got over the summer but doesn’t stop him from rubbing off against those thighs. 

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Brendan hates to lose even more than he likes getting orgasms, which explains exactly why they are. Wrestling. Again. Despite Alex winning like, eight out of their last eight matches. Ales shoves Brendan down to the mats, says, “No Prusty to rescue you now, Gallagher.”

He knows that, jesus. Alex grips his chin, says, “Give up?” Brendan just snarls in response, which just makes Alex smile, “You know, you used to really like this.”

“That was before you got fat,” Brendan pants out, squirming in the hold Alex has him in, his arm pinned back flat against the mats and his leg turning to pin and needles under Alex’s hip. Alex scrapes his beard over Brendan’s cheek, “Sounds like a sore loser--”

“Fuck off--” Brendan tries, and gets a firm hand over his dick for it. He freezes, and Alex rubs his hand, says, “Really? After all of this time? You don’t want it when you lose?”

Brendan licks his lips, “Well. You could make a case. Convince me.” Alex snorts, but his hand still feels warm and sweaty around his dick, stroking him just the way Brendan’s liked it for-- four seasons now.

[hastybooks]

Does Brendan act betrayed and annoyed with Alex because he's growing all buff and adult-y without him? As a coping mechanism to deal with the fact that he's all buff and adult-y?

Brendan does not cope well. Especially anytime Chucky looks like he’s pulling ahead of him in the game of life. It’s not fair! He’s-- got those tats! Those stupid stretch capri shorts! Did his head grow? It used to look a little smaller, didn’t it?

This is how Brendan sets up 3 sockpuppets on instagram to post annoying comments. 

(Alex blocks each one of them. And texts him i know it’s u gally)