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The team was two points down in the third against Seattle. The scoreboard glared 5-3 in a branding red. Out of the corner of his eye, Sid caught the sharp glint of Sully’s watch as he moved from player to player, gesturing at his iPad. Sid craned his neck, his fingers twitching in his gloves, anticipating pointing out plays before Sully even got to him.
In the end, Sully didn’t make his way down to Sid’s end of the bench, filling Sid with a hot prickly sensation. It was definitely annoyance, nothing even close to jealousy. Sully put the tablet away and sent the next line out. As players piled back onto the bench, Sid was mashed down to the end by the glass where the coaches were huddled together.
Two hands landed heavily on his shoulders, squeezing even through Sid’s padding. Sully was never one to go light with the touching. “Sid, when I send your line out, you’re going to fucking win this game.” His breath was hot on the side of Sid’s face, flooding Sid’s senses with the sharp mint of Sully’s gum and the cologne that did nothing to mask the heady Alpha scent underneath it.
It was a scent that should make Sid’s lips roll back to bare his teeth, not want to drop his head back so the smell could be smeared against the vulnerable underside of his chin.
The goal light flicked on as the puck sailed into the Seattle net and Sid was held in place as his teammates erupted around them. Sully pulled him further into his space with a hand hanging over Sid’s chest, keeping him in place with casual dominance. Sid could see the watch clearly now: a weighty chunk of metal. It would be garish on anyone else, but on Sully it made sense. Sid’s stomach twisted at the silent implication it held.
Sully’s voice was soft in his ear when he whispered, “But, if you pick it up and score the goal yourself, I might even let you come this time.” The low rasp of his voice set Sid’s teeth further on edge than if Sully had been yelling in his ear.
Sully squeezed the back of Sid’s neck in a move that made Sid’s dick twitch in his jock, and made him pinch his knees together. It was too close to the memory of Sully pushing his head down as he sucked his dick into hardness. He hadn’t realized the crotch of his base layer had slowly grown uncomfortably tight. A feverish humiliation ripped through him at the prospect of handing his jock over to the equipment crew with a damp spot on it. Sid bit down hard against his cheek around his mouthguard.
Sully pulled away just enough for Sid to see him smile. “Impress me.” It wasn’t a question. It was barely even a challenge; it was an order, and despite himself, Sid wanted to do just that. He grinned back.
After the game, Sid lingered in the locker room longer than usual, slumped back in his borrowed stall and marinating in his gear. He let his head thunk back against the wall as he replayed the goal over and over in his head: the crack of the puck sliding off of his stick, the joyous shouts of his linemates, the look in Sully’s eyes when Sid returned to the bench, hot and full of shared promise.
Sid didn’t want to admit to himself that there was kind of a routine when this shit happened, or at least Sid had a routine. Who knew what Sully was doing in the coaches’ room after the game? Shooting the shit with Rex and mentally cooking up some myriad of new ways to make Sid cream himself like the omega he absolutely wasn’t, probably. Making Sid wait.
Sid sat around in his damp gear for as long as he could get away with, took the world’s quickest shower, and slid into his seat on the team bus, ignoring Tanger’s overtures to chat about the game. Sully boarded the bus last and Sid was embarrassed to realize that he could smell him before he saw him, subconsciously taking long deep gulps.
It was worse when they got to the hotel and unloaded, and that stupid scent that Sid wanted to hate and couldn’t followed him into the lobby.
“Crosby,” Sully said, still gaining on him with those long, clipped strides. “A quick sec?”
Sid spun slowly around, schooling his expression into a blank, friendly facade. “Sure,” he said, like he didn’t care one way or the other, completely unbothered, even though a part of him was waiting with bated breath. He caught the glint of Sully’s watch again in his peripheral vision and felt like Pavlov’s dog, salivating and growing hard at the memory of the skin-warmed metal against his neck.
Sully came in close, close enough that Sid could see the places on his jaw where he’d nicked himself shaving. “Nice goal, kid.”
“Just doing my job,” Sid replied, easy enough. Sully’s stench was so thick at the back of his throat it was embarrassing. If anyone else around tried hard enough, they could surely smell the want and intent spiralling between them.
“Yeah, well.” Sully looked past him toward the elevators, where most of the team had dispersed in favor of more comfortable clothes to go out to dinner. “You and the boys going out tonight? If not, I have some tape I could use your thoughts on.”
“Boys can feed themselves—I can text Geno to play babysitter,” Sid replied. He was already steaming under his collar and was sure that Sully, the stewards at the receptionist desk, and everyone else in a twenty-mile radius all knew that his mouth was dry and his nuts were lead-heavy. “So what, you, me, anyone else? Rex? Gonch?”
“Just you and me,” Sully said, grinding his gum between his teeth while he spoke. “Set up in your room, okay? I need to get out of this suit.”
The idea of Sully coming into a space that smelled like Sid, had been reserved for Sid, only to do what he liked to Sid, sent sparks up Sid’s spine. He couldn’t help but taste the air, lips parted, seeking out Sully’s intent between them with his tongue. He nodded, faking easy but completely sure that Sully knew how he felt and wanted. “Yeah, sounds good. You on the third floor?”
Sully didn’t smile. He patted Sid on the shoulder as he walked toward the elevator bank. “Yup, third floor. You too?”
Sid was on the third floor.
The ride up with a family of five and another old woman was tense. They both had to apologize, weaving their way out from opposite corners of the elevator when they reached the third.
“I’m in oh-six,” Sid said to Sully, casually as ever, before turning his attention to ZAR and Rusty, who were impatiently loitering in the hallway outside Dumo’s room. “Hey boys.”
He shot the shit for a few minutes while Sully turned into his own room. Dumo was taking them out tonight separate from the other group, but Rusty let Sid know that the invite was there if he wanted to join. Sid excused himself, feigning a family call so he could get back to his room and send the same excuse to the others.
It took forty minutes for Sully to come knocking. Sid was so keyed up by the time he arrived that he couldn’t look Sully in the eye. Doing so would make him do something posturing and stupid against his will, when underneath all of his miserable chemistry he simply needed to get fucked. He pulled the door wide open and retreated entirely. His laptop was open on the night stand as if they were truly going to review some tape, sit covered thigh to covered thigh on Sid’s bed professionally and discuss the power play.
Sid heard the door close behind him. Sully took a few steps in, and then there was the unmistakable sound of Sully twisting the wedding ring off his finger and pressing it onto the top of the dresser.
Sid didn’t even know he had been holding his breath until Sully pressed a whisper of a kiss to the base of his neck and Sid let it out in one shuddering sigh.
“Review tapes? That’s really the best you could come up with.” The edge to Sully’s voice wasn’t just teasing, it was mean, and it had Sid clenching in preparation for what was to come. Warm fingertips slipped between the hem of his shirt and his sweatpants, and dry lips brushed against his neck.
“I could smell you all the way from the other end of the bench.” Pressed chest to back, there was no question what Sully’s intent was. The scent of it overwhelmed every other one in the room. “When you got knocked against the boards, you smelled so fresh I thought you were going into heat.”
Sid repressed a shiver. Sully was so full of bullshit. Sid knew it, and still, he was weak in the knees for it, hanging on every last word.
Sully pressed another kiss to his neck, this one lower, over Sid’s quivering pulse point. They were in a room suffused with Sid’s scent markers and there was no chance in hell he would be leaving this encounter with the upper hand. Not that he wanted it.
Sid felt his cock begin to fill as Sully slipped his hand fully beneath the soft fabric of Sid’s sweats. The cold edge of his watch drew across Sid’s abdomen, causing goosebumps to spring up over his skin. Sid didn’t know why he liked this so much—well, not the getting fucked part, that was simple—it was the rest of it, the meanness, the getting fucked like it was punishment even when he had done a good job.
“What would the boys think if they knew all it took to get you into bed was treating you like a needy bitch?” Sully’s fist wrapped around Sid’s cock fully and Sid’s head dropped back against Sully’s shoulder, releasing the tension from his body and giving in to that instinct that had been nagging at him ever since he had stepped onto the ice. “Do you think they’d all line up here and demand a turn?” The timbre of his voice was as rough as the stubble that dragged against Sid’s jaw. Whiffs of bonded omega transferred from Sully’s skin to Sid’s as he scented him.
Out of all the cunts he could fuck on the road, Sully had chosen Sid's fake one. "Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to talk about it?"
“I’ll fuck you when I feel like it,” Sully promised. He bent his head over Sid’s shoulder and set his teeth into the muscle of Sid’s neck, not really biting, but reminding Sid that he could. Sid flinched, feeling the sharp line of Sully’s teeth pressing deep, sending a zing of electricity straight to his cock. He was starting to leak into Sully’s grip.
Part of him wanted to fight back, but the same competitive drive also made him want to lean in so Sully would bite him and claim him for real. “Well, could you hurry up at least?” Sid asked, fighting to keep his voice low and steady, rather than whining.
Sully’s free hand pinched Sid’s nipple through his t-shirt, hard. Sid swallowed a moan. “Don’t be so desperate. You’re not even wet.”
“Lube’s on the t—” Sid started, but then yelped when Sully drew his other hand out of Sid’s pants to grasp both sides of his chest at once. He wasn’t gentle, and Sid’s nipples were sensitive after rubbing against his pads all night.
“What do I need lube for? A good omega would get wet for me on their own.”
Sid didn’t protest as Sully crushed his nipples through his shirt, afraid if he opened his mouth that he’d cry out. He didn’t want any lingering teammates to hear him and knock on his door. He didn’t know what Sully would do if that happened, but he certainly had a few ideas.
Sully brushed his lips against the shell of Sid’s ear. “Are you going to be good for me? Or are you going to be a brat about this?”
“I’ll be good,” Sid rasped.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Sully said, and let go. Sid thumped down onto his heels, not realizing he’d risen onto his toes to get away from Sully’s mean grip. “Go on, get on the bed and we’ll see about feeding your greedy little hole.”
Sid’s mouth flooded with saliva, and he nearly tripped on his own feet as he clambered onto the mattress. He went onto his hands and knees, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He could hear Sully moving behind him, and the hairs on the back of his neck practically vibrated in awareness. God, it was going to be so good.
Sully spread one big hand across the meat of his ass, squeezing, and snapped the elastic of his sweatpants with the other. “Didn’t even bother to get undressed, huh?” He pressed forward, and Sid could feel him grind his hard dick along the crease of Sid’s ass. “Not just needy, but getting a little bit lazy, aren’t we?”
“I didn’t—”
“Did I or did I not tell you,” Sully’s hand was smoothing up his back, spreading across the nape of his neck, “to set up in your room?”
“I did, I—”
“Don’t make excuses, Sid.” He was thumbing along Sid’s jaw, fingers wrapping around to the front of his neck. Sid could feel the heat of him radiating all along his spine, and arched his back at the rumble of Sully’s voice. “Opening a laptop, as if we were really gonna review tape? Weak effort there, kid.”
Sully twisted one of Sid’s abused nipples with the hand not around Sid’s throat. Sid’s mouth dropped open on a gasp, and Sully shoved two fingers inside.
“Huh.” His fingers were moving, thrusting in and out of Sid’s gaping mouth. “You are wet for me, after all.”
Sid’s skin buzzed, heat flashing along his nerve endings like lightning. His cock throbbed. He groaned a little, unable to speak around the intrusion. Sully pulled at the side of his cheek, pulled his fingers out, and returned with three.
“Wet and loose.” Sid ground his hips back, and Sully huffed out an amused laugh. “Wet, loose, and a desperate little slut.”
He could feel the back of his neck getting red. Sully’s words were turning his crank hard, just the way they always did. Last summer, he’d talked Sid off over the phone, spouting the kind of desperately mean and horny shit that made Sid cream his shorts before he was allowed to come. He’d left the shorts folded on Sully’s desk when they came back for the season. Sully had thanked him for the gift with a bag skate. And, later, milking his prostate until his dick had ached.
Sully’s wet finger slipped out of his mouth and trailed over his jaw and neck. He straightened up and plucked at Sid’s t-shirt. “Strip.”
Sid threw a glare back at him that was half annoyed, half dangerously turned on, and tried to slide off the bed. Sully was an immovable force at his back, and pinched cruelly at the little strip of fat over his hips when Sid moved as if to roll to the side.
“I didn’t say to get off the bed.”
Sid sat up enough that he could transfer his weight to his knees and avoid toppling over, which Sully seemed to think was acceptable if his silence was any indication. He tugged the shirt off quickly, wrestling it over his head. The pants were a more awkward affair: getting them over his throbbing cock, over one sore knee and then the other. He could feel Sully staring at him the whole time, his eyes like a brand roving across Sid’s bared flesh.
“Jesus, you take forever,” Sully remarked as Sid tossed the pants over the side of the bed. “It’s almost like you don’t want to get fucked at all.”
But it was clear that he was just saying shit to say it, because he loomed closer as he spoke, pressing Sid down onto his back, his heavy body on Sid’s own. Sully put a big hand right in the center of Sid’s chest and dragged it up over his neck and chin, thumbing at his lips. “This is so fat,” he muttered, eyes flickering between Sid’s flushed mouth and his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “Fuck.” His thumb scraped over Sid’s mouth once more and then he let his hand drift again to Sid’s neck, pressing Sid’s chin back until Sid was looking at the ceiling.
“You want me to?” Sully’s hand was featherlight, just ghosting Sid’s skin, getting Sid’s scent all over his fingers. Sid nodded, his cock twitching between them.
Sully pressed harder, his thumb and pointer finger firmly against Sid’s windpipe. Sid could practically hear the blood circulating around his body at warp speed, his cheeks getting swollen, his eyes closing.
“Look at me,” Sully barked. Sid forced his eyes open. It was an awful angle, but god. Sully knew he could take it, take whatever nasty shit Sully wanted him to take. Sully told him to jump? Sid flew. It was just in his nature.
Sid felt like he was on the verge of blacking out when Sully released him and he gasped in a huge sucking breath and every ounce of it tasted thick with pheromones, the mix of their scents, Sid’s sour arousal and anger and shame.
“You taste me, don’t you?” Sully asked him, mouth tilted to the side in a mean half-smirk. He knew. Sid didn’t even have to nod. “Good. It’s the only thing you should taste. Now get back on your hands and knees.”
Sid pinched his eyes shut tight and did as he was told, his cheeks stinging with the shame of it all.
“I didn’t say stop looking at me.” There was a sharp smack to his ass that made it feel like Sid’s balls were trying to crawl back up inside his body. It stung, and Sid looked back over his shoulder as Sully kneaded his ass. “God, you’re just made for breeding, aren't you?” he said, and dove down to bury his face between Sid’s cheeks.
Sid felt the hot, slick brand of Sully’s tongue against his hole and gasped, craning his neck harder so he could watch the grey top of Sully’s head as he nosed between Sid’s cheeks. It was an awkward angle, but it was worth it to witness Sully’s casual greedy enjoyment of Sid’s body. When he felt Sully dip his tongue inside, Sid gave up and buried his face in the sheets and broke his first moan, ashamed but unable to hold it in anymore.
“Really? We’ve only just started,” Sully said, and Sid felt the purr of his zipper down Sid’s spine and his small sigh of relief. “That’s better,” he said, and slapped Sid’s ass again.
Sully pulled Sid’s cheeks apart with his thumbs and licked Sid’s hole a few more times, his saliva thick and slippery in the way that Sid’s only ever was on the ice or in rut. The tip of Sully’s tongue kept teasing just inside, and Sid’s gut churned as his breath caught short over and over. He was wet now, but not nearly wet enough. If Sid had his way, he’d let Sully rim him all night—but this wasn’t about Sid getting his way.
Sure enough, Sully sat back all too quickly. “Finger yourself,” he instructed.
Sid’s hand trembled as he reached back. His crack was slick with Sully’s spit, and he tried to coat his fingers with it before pushing inside.
Sully reached over him for the lube on the nightstand. There was the soft rustle of fabric as Sully pulled his dick from his pants, then the snick of the lube’s cap. “What a pretty sight,” Sully sighed, undercut with squelching as he squeezed the tube. “That’s it, spread those pussy lips for me.”
Sid twisted his fingers, plunged them deeper inside where he was nearly dry. His panted breaths dampened the sheet under his face. Part of him wanted to keep hiding away, and another part wanted to bare his belly until Sully pressed his knees to his shoulders and fucked into him.
“Really wanna get fucked, huh?” Sully asked.
“Yes, daddy,” Sid blurted, and froze.
The room was silent for a second.
“What was that?”
Sid couldn’t respond until Sully reached down and squeezed his balls in his dry fist, hard. “I mean, yes coach,” Sid yelped.
Sully hummed, and Sid heard him slick his cock with the lube. Sid’s face was surely on fire, but he hoped Sully would forget it all soon enough. “‘Yes coach,’ what?”
“Yes, coach, I wanna get fucked.” He thought for a second about what Sully wanted to hear. What would make him forget. “Please knot me. Breed me.”
“Well,” Sully murmured, “since you beg so pretty.” He pressed the blunt, fat crown of his cock to Sid’s hole, and in the next moment he pressed the length of his dick inside. Sid opened for him, moaning a broken sound as Sully bottomed out and his still-clothed hips pressed to Sid’s ass.
Sid tried to say something—snarky or pleading, whichever—but he was stunned silent, as he always was when Sully sank inside him.
Sully’s warm callused hands slid over Sid’s hips and up to his belly, the metal band of his watch pressing into the tender skin. He pushed down, seeking the bulge of his cock through the muscle. “Feel that? Can you feel me here?”
The only response Sid could offer was a whimper. Sully’s cock wasn’t that long, but Sid still felt it all the way up his spine. His legs trembled with the need to collapse and just take it.
Sully pulled out halfway and adjusted his grip, one hand gripping Sid’s ass cheek with a strength that would surely bruise. The other wrapped in Sid’s hair, twisting into the curls and forcing Sid’s head back. Then he thrust his cock in again roughly. Sparks danced through Sid, chasing the last of his alpha instincts away.
Sid only half-listened to Sully’s steady stream of filth as he got fucked, content to focus on the feeling of being filled just right. He knew he was probably making noise himself, but didn’t care. Sully railed him like no one else could.
“Think I’m definitely gonna knock you up this time,” Sully said, still stroking steadily inside Sid, but breath getting heavier. Sid did his best to clench around him with the same rhythm. He needed to be good enough to keep Sully coming back. “You like that? Should I cream your pussy?”
“Mmm,” Sid hummed. His brain was going warm and fuzzy, like it did with a few fingers of good scotch, but he definitely wanted it. He wanted to be all marked up with Sully’s come.
Sully let go of Sid’s hair to slide down his back, and Sid’s head flopped down. “Are you sure? People will notice. Your belly swelling with my kid, tits getting fat with milk. Get fat all over.” He pinched Sid’s sides for emphasis. “You wouldn’t be able to play. Just be pregnant all the time for me.”
Sid’s head swam with reproach at that thought, but his dick kicked between his legs anyways.
“No. Still a few good years left in you,” Sully decided for him, and slapped Sid’s thigh. He pounded into Sid with more enthusiasm, a tell-tale sign that he was getting close. Sid went down onto his elbows and tilted his hips so that Sully’s cockhead brushed over his prostate, wanting to come at the same time. “I can still knot you, though. You’re a smart omega, aren’t you? You’re on the pill.”
Sid nodded.
“Beg me, then.”
Finding the words was like trying to grab a fish with his bare hands. Sully kept thrusting, not letting up.
Sully chuckled, even more breathless than before. “Come on, you never shut up in the locker room. Now you can’t spit it out?”
“Please,” Sid managed, voice cracking.
“Please come on your back? On the sheets?”
Sid shook his head. “No, no—in me.”
“Just the tip?”
“Knot me,” Sid grit his teeth, fists clenching into the sheets with frustration. He could feel the swell at the base of Sully’s cock already. It was either Sully’s stamina or his patience holding him back, the asshole.
Sully cracked across Sid’s hip again, more cruel than before. “I said beg.” He slapped Sid twice more.
“Please knot me, coach,” Sid pleaded, nearly sobbing, meeting Sully’s thrusts that were starting to catch on his rim. “I want it, please sir, fill me, fill me deep—”
“Yes,” Sully hissed, and his knot finally caught, snugging right inside Sid. A perfect fit.
Sid’s cock twitched and strained as Sully sighed his own release, wetting him up inside, but his orgasm didn’t come. It had happened before—coming on just Sully’s knot alone—but this time it wasn’t happening. He groaned pitifully, rubbing his forehead against the sheets. He was so full he felt like he was choking on it. Suddenly the room was hot and uncomfortable.
With an arm around his shoulders and another around his middle, Sully tipped them both to the side. His knot tugged painfully at Sid’s hole, but stayed inside. It would be a good ten or fifteen minutes before they untied. Sully licked the sweat off the back of Sid’s neck, breath puffing hot over the wet trail of spit.
Sid reached down to fist his cock, annoyance flooding back in to replace the fuzzy desperation from before.
“Didn’t you come?” Sully asked, and Sid snorted in reply. He could feel Sully’s frown against his skin. “If you wait, I’ll suck you off.”
It was tempting, but Sully’s mild benevolence only lasted until his knot went down. Who knew if he would keep his word that long? It would certainly be a first for Sully to go down on Sid. “I can take care of myself.”
Sully shifted behind him, chin propping over Sid’s shoulder to peer down at Sid’s dick. “Looks like it hurts. Here, let me.” Sully spat into his own hand a few times, and then knocked away Sid’s grip. When he wrapped his fist around the shaft, it was deliciously slick. Sid sighed in relief, despite himself. “There you go, baby.”
The pet name sent shivery pleasure through Sid’s body. Then Sully pulled his hips back so that his knot tugged at Sid’s hole again, just to bring balance back into the world. Sully's free hand slid between Sid's legs and pinched the soft, tender skin of his inner thigh. Sid clamped down on the cock inside him.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve to come?” Sully asked. Sid couldn’t bear to watch the red, frustrated head of his dick popping through the ring of Sully’s fingers, and stared at the wall instead.
“I scored that goal, didn’t I? I won the game.”
Sully bit down on Sid’s earlobe, and Sid had to nearly swallow his tongue not to yelp. “That was a team effort. Come on, what have you done to be a good omega for me?”
“I let you knot me bare,” Sid offered.
“Oh? You let me?” Sully’s hand slowed, and Sid’s hips jerked, trying to get the same rhythm back, but his rim still pulled tight on Sully’s knot.
Sid panted, clutched at Sully’s arm, tried to get him to speed up again. He’d say any bullshit Sully wanted right now if it got him to finish Sid off. “You gave me your knot and creamed my pussy, and I took it so good for you. I begged for it.”
“Just because you’re a needy slut,” said Sully. “Guess I’m pretty generous.”
Sully jacked Sid again, returning to the same pace from before. “Yes,” Sid hissed. He was a needy slut. He was whatever Sully wanted him to be.
“That’s it. You just need to be full of cock all the time. Your body wants to be held down and held open.” Sid whined, Sully’s knot stretching him and his hand sliding easily over Sid’s length with spit and precome. He felt his own knot begin to tingle and swell, the heel of Sully’s hand bumping it every time he jacked Sid’s cock. “There you go. Hold yourself for me,” Sully instructed, and sucked the side of Sid’s neck when he complied.
Sid soaked the sheets and both of their hands as he came. He squeezed his own knot as Sully stroked him through his orgasm. It went on forever as his hole clenched around Sully’s cock. He felt like was unravelling like a snagged sweater, pulling tight and then, finally, collapsing in a tangled pile of endorphins. His mind was puddling out of his ears on the bed.
He drifted for a bit, breathing in their combined scents and the smell of sex. He had the idle fantasy that Sully really had bred him, that he could feel the sperm inside him seeping towards a womb he didn’t possess. The thought made his cock twitch in Sully’s loose fist.
Eventually Sully pulled out of Sid’s ass, and a rush of come spilled out after. Sully fed all of it to Sid, scooping it out with his fingers and telling Sid to suck them clean. Some of Sid’s own come got the same treatment, although a lot of it had simply been absorbed by the sheet. When he was done, Sully smacked Sid’s cheek with a still-damp hand.
“Thanks for that,” Sully said. “You’re a good hole when you want to be.”
Sid didn’t say he always wanted to be. “Thanks,” he answered wryly, and scooted away from Sully and the enormous wet spot. He was going to need to call the front desk for new bedding.
“And you’re welcome to call me daddy, if that’s what you want.”
He could hear Sully’s smirk in the words, and his face flamed. Now that the afterglow was fading, Sully had overstayed his welcome. Sid wanted his space back. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said, and escaped to the bathroom.
The room filled with steam while Sid stood under the scalding spray, waiting for the hotel room door to open and close with Sully’s departure—waiting for the weird lump in his throat to melt away. Neither of those things happened. Instead, the bathroom door opened and Sully stepped inside, cool air and lingering alpha pheromones swirling in after him. Wordlessly, he took his sweater and jeans off, and folded his clothes loosely onto the counter. He set his watch and ring on top of the pile.
Sid looked his fill as Sully stepped into the shower through the glass door. Usually it was just Sid who got all the way naked when they fucked, so it was a rare treat to see Sully’s body fully exposed. The thick grey patch of hair on his chest, the gentle curve of his stomach, his soft cock; Sid held back a groan at the sight. He felt greedy about it. He wanted to taste Sully all over.
Sully reached around Sid for the bar soap and lathered it between his hands. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“No problem.” He couldn’t meet Sully’s eyes.
“You could keep this warm for me while I clean up,” Sully said, reaching down with his sudsy hand to palm his junk.
Sid nodded and sank down to kneel on the tile. The water splattered off Sully’s body and onto his face. Even with the vaguely floral bouquet of the soap, their combined scent was horribly delicious. Sid leaned right into it, mouthing the soft cock in front of him.
“Watch your knees,” Sully warned as Sid braced his palms on Sully’s legs and suckled.
Neither of them was going to get hard again, but that was okay. Water and soap washed over Sid’s face as Sully worked himself clean above him. Sid just closed his eyes and revelled in the intimacy. He loved the weight of Sully in his mouth, the heft of it on his tongue. He hummed every time Sully’s leg muscles shifted under his hands, and he stroked against the dusting of hair. Even though Sully didn’t skate like he had when he was playing, the strength still lingered there.
Maybe tomorrow, if Sid played his cards right, he could get Sully to fuck his face and knot his mouth. They didn’t have a game, so he’d have to do something bratty and vaguely unbecoming, but it’d be well worth it.
He stayed down until Sully finished and pulled him off by the hinge of his jaw. “That’s enough,” Sully murmured.
Sid eased himself to his feet, legs tingling from kneeling, though he was probably only down there for three or four minutes. Sully stepped out and toweled off while Sid did his best to wash out his asshole, which was hot and puffy. Loose. He was sore, but not so bad that it would be a problem tomorrow. He’d probably take a sleeping pill before bed and crash hard. Treat himself to pancakes with whipped cream and fruit at team breakfast.
“I have some thoughts about the power play,” Sid said as he soaped the rest of his body.
“Jesus,” Sully huffed as he pulled his jeans back on. “You can save it for video, kid.”
Sid rolled his eyes and held back a grin. Of course he was going to talk about it at video, too. “Just thought you’d want to know ahead of time, coach.”
“See if next time I don’t gag you.” Sully tossed the last dry towel in to Sid when he turned the water off. “Bus at ten-thirty.”
“Got it, don’t worry.”
Sully pulled his sweater over his head as he stepped towards the door, but then he stopped, and turned back. Sid held still as Sully put his warm, dry hand around Sid’s neck. “Forgot something,” he said, and pulled Sid into a kiss with the towel crushed between them.
Sid made a surprised noise, but kissed back. It was over as quickly as it happened. Sid’s lips buzzed from the contact. That was weird.
“What was that for?” Sid asked. His cheeks were hot.
“Gotta reward my star players for good behavior. Keep it up. Night, Sid,” said Sully.
“Uh yeah. See you.” Sid smiled, still confused, but Sully slipped out of the room without saying anything more. Sid shook his head, and scrubbed his face with the towel. He would take whatever Sully wanted to give him. There were still five more days left on the road trip—surely Sid could find his way back onto his coach’s cock a few more times before their plane landed back in Pittsburgh.