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Fighting Major (Devin Setoguchi/Patrick Marleau)
Title: Fighting Major
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sherlockelly
Pairing: Devin Setoguchi/Patrick Marleau
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Devin gets himself in some hot water with the coach for his undisciplined play and temper. Todd doesn't think Devin has enough respect for the captain.
Author's Note: THIS WAS A DREAM THAT I HAD! Embellished only slightly! I had it the night after Devin got into his first NHL fight over something stupid and sloppy. You can watch it here, but it's not a prerequisite.
Edited by:revuko
“We don’t do that here. We don’t disrespect each other like that on this team, Setoguchi!” Todd had his finger pointed directly between Devin’s eyes, barely a centimeter from touching his skin.
“You are playing on the top line, goddamnit! On the top line, in our sophomore year, on the best team in the goddamned NHL, on the game to clinch us to President’s Trophy, we do not get our panties in a fucking bunch and drop the gloves over something as sissy as being annoyed. They don’t do it,” he shoved his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the rest of the team, changing quietly, slowly, awkwardly at their stalls. “I never did it, and sure as hell you aren’t going to be the fucking hothead that does it. Do you fucking understand me, Setoguchi?”
Devin nodded his head carefully, so as not to touch Todd’s still extended finger.
“You made the rest of us, those of us that know how to keep our tempers under control? You made all of us look like idiots. And I know, Seto, I fucking know that would never make our captain, our best player, on his returning night, in front of our home crowd, our own goddamned fans on fucking fan appreciation night!”
Todd stopped to catch his breath, even his finger was shaking in anger. “I know that you would never want Patty to look like idiot.”
“But Moen—“ Devin caught sight of Clowie’s wild-eyes and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.
“What was that?! ‘But Moen’ what? But Moen fought, too? Is he on the top line, too now? Because I’m pretty fucking sure that I did not put Travis Moen on the top line to score us goals. Not like I did you.”
“No, sir.”
“And I’m pretty fucking sure that he did not disrespect his role on this team, like you did.”
Devin didn’t know what to say anymore.
“I still don’t think you’re fucking sorry. You know why? Because you haven’t fucking said that you’re sorry yet!”
“I’m sor—“
“Oh, not to me. You didn’t make me look an ass. You made your teammates, your captain look like an ass.”
Devin looked over at Patty, who was biting his lip and eying something extremely interesting on the tightly-woven carpet.
“Get the fuck up off your lazy ass and apologize to the man for being so amateur tonight! That is not how you play on your captain’s line.”
Devin hurried to stand, his eyes still trained on Patty. The captain didn’t look up at him as he moved to stand before his linemate, in what he hoped was as pitiful a stance as he could assume.
“I’m sorry that I fucked up.”
“On your fucking knees, Setoguchi!” Todd barked at him, hands on his hips, thrusting his pelvis out to the side. His face was beet red from shouting.
Devin dropped to his knees, his gaze avoiding to meet with the older man, who was likewise doing his best to avoid any eye contact.
“I’m sorry, Patty. I didn’t mean to lose my temper like that.”
“Is that how you fucking talk to your captain now? You call him by his first name?! Do him a favor and show him some goddamned respect! You aren’t equals! If I wanted you to be his equal, I’d have given you the captaincy and I don’t see a fucking letter on your sweater!”
“I’m sorry Captain Marleau.”
The room was eerily quiet. No one moved to undress; those standing didn’t move to sit. Devin watched Ehrhoff out of the corner of his eye, standing up facing his stall, rereading his nameplate in a daze, as though it would change on him. He was poised to hang his left skate, but looked frozen in place; they all did. Devin could hear himself swallow, followed moments later by Patty.
They both jumped when Todd’s hand clamped down hard on Devin’s right shoulder, pushing him down until he was sitting on his heels.
“Not good enough,” he spat the words like venom, pushing Devin forward abruptly and forcing him to throw his hands up to catch himself before his body tumbled into Patty.
Devin’s outstretched palms landed on either side of the captain’s right leg, bracing his weight against the bench. His face was barely brushing against Patty’s thigh and Devin was grateful that the man was sitting far enough back in his stall that Devin hadn’t pinched him against the wooden seat. He didn’t move from his position, arms wrapped around Patty’s leg, his cheek touching the sour-smelling Under Armour, rank from the game.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” it was hushed under his breath but he knew Patty could hear him.
“Not. Good. Enough.” Todd kicked the bench next to Patty’s stall. He could see Ehrhoff and feel Patty as both of them jumped with the loud noise, just as he had.
The silence was so loud it burned Devin’s ears. He cast a quick glance up to Patty, who was leaning back against his stall, eyes dark with fear and something that didn’t seem to fit. They looked at each other only briefly before Patty was looking away, over Devin’s shoulder to someone else on the other side of the locker room.
Devin could feel Todd standing next to him, glowering down expectantly, waiting for him to figure it out.
The silence was deafening the longer it lasted and it seemed like time had stretched on for eternity. Devin couldn’t smell the sweat anymore, even though he could see the sheen, still drying on the captain’s skin, the warm dampness of it against his cheek. He’d been hit pretty good on the orbital during the fight and the heat felt soothing when pushed tight against the growing knot.
Patty shifted in his seat, but Devin still didn’t move, unsure of what exactly Todd wanted from him and he was unwilling to guess wrong.
“You gonna make us wait all night?” Todd’s voice was now terrifyingly even, his brown leather shoes scuffing at the twill of the carpet.
Every possible answer to that question seemed wrong, so Devin stayed quiet.
“Just suck ‘im off already, Seto,” Ehrhoff’s voice seemed to echo off the cinder block walls.
“Oh,” it left his lips like a punch to the gut. Devin’s eyes wandered back up to the captain’s face as he felt him squirm again. That was when Devin noticed the thick outline of Patty’s semi-hard cock, visible through the shiny spandex.
Patty’s eyes flashed again with the darkened something and his fingers twitched where they rested on the bench beside him. Devin looked to his left, the rows of guys watching with interest while they pretended not to. Danny unlaced his skates, moving a fraction of a centimeter at a time, eyes locked on Patty’s face.
Clowie leaned on his knees with his hands, back arched awkwardly. Pavelski folded and refolded his sweater. Devin glanced to the other side of the room, past Todd’s legs. Ehrhoff stood still, but looked down at him, heavy-lidded eyes filled with a sympathetic look. Milan picked nonexistent lint from his socks, a few other guys pretending not to see him when he looked.
Finally, Devin looked up at Todd, a half-smile curling his lips as he gave a slight nod to indicate that Ehrhoff had been right.
Devin shifted his weight back to his heels, looking again to Patty’s shorts, now even stretched tighter over him. The captain squirmed once more, bringing a hand up quickly to readjust himself before he was clutching again at the ledge of the seat.
Devin realized suddenly that this wasn’t the first time this had happened, though he couldn’t remember where he might have been when it last had. The way Patty’s eyes had sparkled dark when Devin was on his knees, someone else had to have been made to do this before. Devin was embarrassed that the thought thrilled him a bit; he wanted to prove himself to be better.
His shaking fingers reached up and under Patty’s loose gray shirt, sweat spots still dark and circular. His fingers crooked into the hem of the black shorts, and he started to tug them down over expanding muscle and hot skin.
Patty lifted up enough to allow him to pull them down over his ass before falling back down hard into the seat. Devin let go only to untangle the captain’s now full erection from the spandex, allowing him to carefully spring free into the air before he abandoned all pretense, runching the rest of the skin-tight fabric down his legs, over his ankles and feet, into a soggy pile.
Devin turned back to find Patrick already breathing hard. His shirt clung to his skin where it was still sticky with sweat. Devin lifted his hands cautiously to grab the captain’s hips and pull him forward to the edge of the seat. He was careful to part his legs, squeezing himself between the knees. Patty’s tailbone rested against the hard wood, his upper body leaning back, shoulder blades pushed into the back of his stall, almost at a full recline.
Devin sat higher on his knees, shaking with fear and a bit of embarrassment. Todd still hovered over him, assessing his movements with ‘hmm’s of approval or gruff critique. Devin lifted his hand to grasp Patty around the base of his shaft, firm and commanding, as though this was something he did all the time to someone other than himself. The captain’s hips surged forward in surprise, not expecting such a rough touch so early.
Out of the corner of his eye, Devin watched Todd tap the toe of his shoe in an anticipatory rhythm. Rather than wait for him to speak, Devin took a deep breath and leaned in, his eyes pinched tightly closed to block out the shapes of his teammates, still watching, holding their breath.
He knew at least to be careful of his teeth as his lips closed around Patty’s thick shaft, taking just the tip into his mouth at first. With his eyes closed, Devin felt like all of the sounds around him were louder. He could hear the gasping intake of the captain’s breath, the scuff of the rubber sole of Todd’s shoe. There was a chorus of heavy breathing from all different places, someone cleared his throat and fabric rustled.
The moment his lips touched Patty’s hot skin, he felt the captain’s body tense, hips thrusting lewdly forward towards Devin’s mouth. He wasn’t sure exactly how to do this, having only ever been on the receiving end, but he’d imagined it before, maybe once or twice, and he knew what he liked.
Devin worked his free hand up the bare leg to his left, sliding his palm over the twitching muscles and up Patty’s thigh until he was grasping at his hips to steady the bucking movements. He ran his tongue over the tip of Patty’s cock, still just resting between his lips, gathering the small bit of precome that he could already taste there. It wasn’t horrible, Devin noted, especially not the way that it made the captain writhe under him.
With his one hand still holding tight to the base of Patty’s shaft, he began to rock back and forth on his knees, pressing his tongue into the slick underside as he did. When Patty thrust up too hard, Devin’s fist stopped the head from going down too far.
Devin kept his lips pressed tightly to the warm skin, sucking as he pulled back just enough to keep only the tip in his mouth. Patty’s hands climbed up his arms to his shoulders, eventually settling in his hair, cradling the base of Devin’s skull as he moved up and down.
He could hear the captain’s expedited breathing, accompanied by soft mewling noises from elsewhere in the cavernous room. The sounds encouraged him on, moving faster, taking a bit more of Patty into his mouth as his hand joined in the mix, stroking up the base of the shaft in tandem with his mouth.
The hands petting his head started to grab hold, guide him gently along. The hand still resting against Patty’s hipbone squeezed, and Devin heard a grunt in reply.
The noises only seemed to escalate as Devin rocked faster, letting Patty direct his movements up and down. His hand continued to pump in time with his mouth, stroking all of the places left untouched by his tongue. Devin pushed the ridge of his thumb firmly into the bulging vein, throbbing along the underside of the captain’s dick and his actions were met with a quick moan.
“Don’t warn him when you’re gunna come. Just do it,” Todd whispered from somewhere close, Devin could tell. Patty’s blunt nails dug harder into his scalp, no longer just holding on, but guiding his head faster. Devin followed the directive, picking up his speed and suction, letting himself be pushed down further, but still using his hand to keep from taking Patty all the way in.
He knew other man was close, knew from the way he tasted, smelled, and sounded, raining hushed whimpers from just somewhere over his head. The way his fingers threaded through Devin’s hair as he tugged a little bit to the left, back, forcing Devin to concentrate more efforts on the head of his cock. Devin’s tongue all but took over, flickering over the head and the slit, flattening against the underside and sliding against it; a surprised grunt was elicited from above.
Then suddenly, he could really taste it; Patty’s come shooting out onto his tongue and filling his mouth quickly. Devin sputtered for a moment in surprise, the thickness rolling down the back of his throat, but recovered without pulling back. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the fingers in his hair curl with encouragement.
He slowed his pace, relaxing his grip on the captain’s hip and letting his hand slide back down over the sweaty thigh. Devin swallowed the renewed mouthful, still sliding his mouth up and down gently, milking the last bit, desperate to do everything right, show Todd that he did have respect.
With a decisive tight fist, starting at the base of Patty’s softening cock, Devin stroked upward one last time, collecting the last bit of come in the curl of his tongue, the heavy pool mixing with his own spit and sliding right down his throat with a final, audible gulp.
He kept his eyes closed tight as he sat back on his heels, resting his hands on the captain’s knees to steady himself. He was breathing hard though his nose, the puffs of air through his nostrils stirring across his raw lips. Patty sighed in front of him and Devin hesitantly opened one eye, squinting against brightness of the fluorescent lights.
Patty’s face was flushed a deep red and he was panting through his parted lips, a ghost of a smile evident. His shirt was hiked up above his bellybutton, the dark trail of hair falling lower, wrapping around his dick, still semi-hard and resting against his upper thigh. There were circular red marks on his hipbone where Devin had gripped him.
Devin wiggled, trying to alleviate some of the pressure of his own erection, rubbing against the seam of his shorts. Seeing the captain like that, so exposed, spurred a weird feeling of pride and pleasure that he’d been the one to make him look like that. It all settled low in his belly, bringing him to undeniable hardness. He squirmed once more when Patty finally opened his eyes and looked at him. His hand lifted from where it had fallen at his side, closing over Devin’s and squeezing gently.
Someone to his left sniffled and he remembered where he was. Casting a hesitant look around, Devin was met with pair after pair of heavy-lidded, dark eyes, gruff looking men breathing heavily through open mouths, audible whines in their inhalations. He loved that they all looked… jealous.
Todd cleared his throat loudly, demanding Devin’s attention and he looked up at the man, hands still on his hips, a lecherous, satisfied sneer on his face.
“We don’t play with a hothead on this team, Setoguchi. We respect our captain and we respect our linemates. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” he croaked out, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Good.” Todd threw a casual look around the room and grunted. “Get outta here boys, we’ve got a skate tomorrow morning.” And with that, he marched out, the door to the hall swinging wildly behind him.
Devin collapsed into a sitting position, stretching his legs out in front of him, still seated before Patty, who had scooted back in his stall, elbows on knees, head in hands, trying to regain his composure.
“Hey, uh, ‘ere ya go,” Clowie tossed Devin his towel from across the room and it landed in a pile beside him. Devin huffed a thank you and tossed it over his shoulder, a hand sneaking down to readjust himself. As his teammates continued along with their undressing, moving in silence as they packed up their things, Devin noticed he wasn’t the only one hard. Clowe pawed hard at himself through his boxers, shimmying into his dress pants. Danny was focusing attentively on unlacing his skates, shoving them behind him, making no effort to hide the bulge in his gym shorts.
With a deep exhale, Patty leaned back, his head resting again against the wall. Reaching up blindly to snatch his own towel from the hook above him, he pulled it into his lap to cover himself up. His eyes were screwed shut and Devin studied his face.
Around him his teammates were hurrying out of the locker room, many without showering. By the time Patty opened his eyes again, his breath steady, Devin couldn’t see anyone still left. The showers were running somewhere in the distance, and he was aware of a presence somewhere behind him, but it was all forgotten when his eyes met with the captain’s, a new surge of blood throbbing his cock back to life.
“Um.” It was all he could think to say, and it wasn’t even a word.
Patty looked past him, over his shoulder and Devin finally turned around. Joe sat motionless in his stall, staring at Patty hard. His shirt was still off, his socks bunched around his ankles, his maroon towel tossed across his lap, and he was rubbing his splayed palms against his knees. His eyes were shadowy and piercing, a hint of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
“You should get goin’,” Patty finally spoke, his voice no more than a croak. Devin turned back to him, but Patty was still looking at Joe.
“Oh.” His knees wobbled as Devin tried to stand upright, wincing as the tight fabric squeezed against his cock. He hobbled to his stall and dressed quickly in his suit, not taking time to strip the rest of his sweaty clothes off. He could do that later, at home, after he took care of a more immediately pressing concern.
With a last look toward the captain, who was still locked in a stare-down with Joe, Devin stepped out into the cooling night air.
Author:
sherlockellyPairing: Devin Setoguchi/Patrick Marleau
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Devin gets himself in some hot water with the coach for his undisciplined play and temper. Todd doesn't think Devin has enough respect for the captain.
Author's Note: THIS WAS A DREAM THAT I HAD! Embellished only slightly! I had it the night after Devin got into his first NHL fight over something stupid and sloppy. You can watch it here, but it's not a prerequisite.
Edited by:
revuko“We don’t do that here. We don’t disrespect each other like that on this team, Setoguchi!” Todd had his finger pointed directly between Devin’s eyes, barely a centimeter from touching his skin.
“You are playing on the top line, goddamnit! On the top line, in our sophomore year, on the best team in the goddamned NHL, on the game to clinch us to President’s Trophy, we do not get our panties in a fucking bunch and drop the gloves over something as sissy as being annoyed. They don’t do it,” he shoved his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the rest of the team, changing quietly, slowly, awkwardly at their stalls. “I never did it, and sure as hell you aren’t going to be the fucking hothead that does it. Do you fucking understand me, Setoguchi?”
Devin nodded his head carefully, so as not to touch Todd’s still extended finger.
“You made the rest of us, those of us that know how to keep our tempers under control? You made all of us look like idiots. And I know, Seto, I fucking know that would never make our captain, our best player, on his returning night, in front of our home crowd, our own goddamned fans on fucking fan appreciation night!”
Todd stopped to catch his breath, even his finger was shaking in anger. “I know that you would never want Patty to look like idiot.”
“But Moen—“ Devin caught sight of Clowie’s wild-eyes and he knew he’d said the wrong thing.
“What was that?! ‘But Moen’ what? But Moen fought, too? Is he on the top line, too now? Because I’m pretty fucking sure that I did not put Travis Moen on the top line to score us goals. Not like I did you.”
“No, sir.”
“And I’m pretty fucking sure that he did not disrespect his role on this team, like you did.”
Devin didn’t know what to say anymore.
“I still don’t think you’re fucking sorry. You know why? Because you haven’t fucking said that you’re sorry yet!”
“I’m sor—“
“Oh, not to me. You didn’t make me look an ass. You made your teammates, your captain look like an ass.”
Devin looked over at Patty, who was biting his lip and eying something extremely interesting on the tightly-woven carpet.
“Get the fuck up off your lazy ass and apologize to the man for being so amateur tonight! That is not how you play on your captain’s line.”
Devin hurried to stand, his eyes still trained on Patty. The captain didn’t look up at him as he moved to stand before his linemate, in what he hoped was as pitiful a stance as he could assume.
“I’m sorry that I fucked up.”
“On your fucking knees, Setoguchi!” Todd barked at him, hands on his hips, thrusting his pelvis out to the side. His face was beet red from shouting.
Devin dropped to his knees, his gaze avoiding to meet with the older man, who was likewise doing his best to avoid any eye contact.
“I’m sorry, Patty. I didn’t mean to lose my temper like that.”
“Is that how you fucking talk to your captain now? You call him by his first name?! Do him a favor and show him some goddamned respect! You aren’t equals! If I wanted you to be his equal, I’d have given you the captaincy and I don’t see a fucking letter on your sweater!”
“I’m sorry Captain Marleau.”
The room was eerily quiet. No one moved to undress; those standing didn’t move to sit. Devin watched Ehrhoff out of the corner of his eye, standing up facing his stall, rereading his nameplate in a daze, as though it would change on him. He was poised to hang his left skate, but looked frozen in place; they all did. Devin could hear himself swallow, followed moments later by Patty.
They both jumped when Todd’s hand clamped down hard on Devin’s right shoulder, pushing him down until he was sitting on his heels.
“Not good enough,” he spat the words like venom, pushing Devin forward abruptly and forcing him to throw his hands up to catch himself before his body tumbled into Patty.
Devin’s outstretched palms landed on either side of the captain’s right leg, bracing his weight against the bench. His face was barely brushing against Patty’s thigh and Devin was grateful that the man was sitting far enough back in his stall that Devin hadn’t pinched him against the wooden seat. He didn’t move from his position, arms wrapped around Patty’s leg, his cheek touching the sour-smelling Under Armour, rank from the game.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” it was hushed under his breath but he knew Patty could hear him.
“Not. Good. Enough.” Todd kicked the bench next to Patty’s stall. He could see Ehrhoff and feel Patty as both of them jumped with the loud noise, just as he had.
The silence was so loud it burned Devin’s ears. He cast a quick glance up to Patty, who was leaning back against his stall, eyes dark with fear and something that didn’t seem to fit. They looked at each other only briefly before Patty was looking away, over Devin’s shoulder to someone else on the other side of the locker room.
Devin could feel Todd standing next to him, glowering down expectantly, waiting for him to figure it out.
The silence was deafening the longer it lasted and it seemed like time had stretched on for eternity. Devin couldn’t smell the sweat anymore, even though he could see the sheen, still drying on the captain’s skin, the warm dampness of it against his cheek. He’d been hit pretty good on the orbital during the fight and the heat felt soothing when pushed tight against the growing knot.
Patty shifted in his seat, but Devin still didn’t move, unsure of what exactly Todd wanted from him and he was unwilling to guess wrong.
“You gonna make us wait all night?” Todd’s voice was now terrifyingly even, his brown leather shoes scuffing at the twill of the carpet.
Every possible answer to that question seemed wrong, so Devin stayed quiet.
“Just suck ‘im off already, Seto,” Ehrhoff’s voice seemed to echo off the cinder block walls.
“Oh,” it left his lips like a punch to the gut. Devin’s eyes wandered back up to the captain’s face as he felt him squirm again. That was when Devin noticed the thick outline of Patty’s semi-hard cock, visible through the shiny spandex.
Patty’s eyes flashed again with the darkened something and his fingers twitched where they rested on the bench beside him. Devin looked to his left, the rows of guys watching with interest while they pretended not to. Danny unlaced his skates, moving a fraction of a centimeter at a time, eyes locked on Patty’s face.
Clowie leaned on his knees with his hands, back arched awkwardly. Pavelski folded and refolded his sweater. Devin glanced to the other side of the room, past Todd’s legs. Ehrhoff stood still, but looked down at him, heavy-lidded eyes filled with a sympathetic look. Milan picked nonexistent lint from his socks, a few other guys pretending not to see him when he looked.
Finally, Devin looked up at Todd, a half-smile curling his lips as he gave a slight nod to indicate that Ehrhoff had been right.
Devin shifted his weight back to his heels, looking again to Patty’s shorts, now even stretched tighter over him. The captain squirmed once more, bringing a hand up quickly to readjust himself before he was clutching again at the ledge of the seat.
Devin realized suddenly that this wasn’t the first time this had happened, though he couldn’t remember where he might have been when it last had. The way Patty’s eyes had sparkled dark when Devin was on his knees, someone else had to have been made to do this before. Devin was embarrassed that the thought thrilled him a bit; he wanted to prove himself to be better.
His shaking fingers reached up and under Patty’s loose gray shirt, sweat spots still dark and circular. His fingers crooked into the hem of the black shorts, and he started to tug them down over expanding muscle and hot skin.
Patty lifted up enough to allow him to pull them down over his ass before falling back down hard into the seat. Devin let go only to untangle the captain’s now full erection from the spandex, allowing him to carefully spring free into the air before he abandoned all pretense, runching the rest of the skin-tight fabric down his legs, over his ankles and feet, into a soggy pile.
Devin turned back to find Patrick already breathing hard. His shirt clung to his skin where it was still sticky with sweat. Devin lifted his hands cautiously to grab the captain’s hips and pull him forward to the edge of the seat. He was careful to part his legs, squeezing himself between the knees. Patty’s tailbone rested against the hard wood, his upper body leaning back, shoulder blades pushed into the back of his stall, almost at a full recline.
Devin sat higher on his knees, shaking with fear and a bit of embarrassment. Todd still hovered over him, assessing his movements with ‘hmm’s of approval or gruff critique. Devin lifted his hand to grasp Patty around the base of his shaft, firm and commanding, as though this was something he did all the time to someone other than himself. The captain’s hips surged forward in surprise, not expecting such a rough touch so early.
Out of the corner of his eye, Devin watched Todd tap the toe of his shoe in an anticipatory rhythm. Rather than wait for him to speak, Devin took a deep breath and leaned in, his eyes pinched tightly closed to block out the shapes of his teammates, still watching, holding their breath.
He knew at least to be careful of his teeth as his lips closed around Patty’s thick shaft, taking just the tip into his mouth at first. With his eyes closed, Devin felt like all of the sounds around him were louder. He could hear the gasping intake of the captain’s breath, the scuff of the rubber sole of Todd’s shoe. There was a chorus of heavy breathing from all different places, someone cleared his throat and fabric rustled.
The moment his lips touched Patty’s hot skin, he felt the captain’s body tense, hips thrusting lewdly forward towards Devin’s mouth. He wasn’t sure exactly how to do this, having only ever been on the receiving end, but he’d imagined it before, maybe once or twice, and he knew what he liked.
Devin worked his free hand up the bare leg to his left, sliding his palm over the twitching muscles and up Patty’s thigh until he was grasping at his hips to steady the bucking movements. He ran his tongue over the tip of Patty’s cock, still just resting between his lips, gathering the small bit of precome that he could already taste there. It wasn’t horrible, Devin noted, especially not the way that it made the captain writhe under him.
With his one hand still holding tight to the base of Patty’s shaft, he began to rock back and forth on his knees, pressing his tongue into the slick underside as he did. When Patty thrust up too hard, Devin’s fist stopped the head from going down too far.
Devin kept his lips pressed tightly to the warm skin, sucking as he pulled back just enough to keep only the tip in his mouth. Patty’s hands climbed up his arms to his shoulders, eventually settling in his hair, cradling the base of Devin’s skull as he moved up and down.
He could hear the captain’s expedited breathing, accompanied by soft mewling noises from elsewhere in the cavernous room. The sounds encouraged him on, moving faster, taking a bit more of Patty into his mouth as his hand joined in the mix, stroking up the base of the shaft in tandem with his mouth.
The hands petting his head started to grab hold, guide him gently along. The hand still resting against Patty’s hipbone squeezed, and Devin heard a grunt in reply.
The noises only seemed to escalate as Devin rocked faster, letting Patty direct his movements up and down. His hand continued to pump in time with his mouth, stroking all of the places left untouched by his tongue. Devin pushed the ridge of his thumb firmly into the bulging vein, throbbing along the underside of the captain’s dick and his actions were met with a quick moan.
“Don’t warn him when you’re gunna come. Just do it,” Todd whispered from somewhere close, Devin could tell. Patty’s blunt nails dug harder into his scalp, no longer just holding on, but guiding his head faster. Devin followed the directive, picking up his speed and suction, letting himself be pushed down further, but still using his hand to keep from taking Patty all the way in.
He knew other man was close, knew from the way he tasted, smelled, and sounded, raining hushed whimpers from just somewhere over his head. The way his fingers threaded through Devin’s hair as he tugged a little bit to the left, back, forcing Devin to concentrate more efforts on the head of his cock. Devin’s tongue all but took over, flickering over the head and the slit, flattening against the underside and sliding against it; a surprised grunt was elicited from above.
Then suddenly, he could really taste it; Patty’s come shooting out onto his tongue and filling his mouth quickly. Devin sputtered for a moment in surprise, the thickness rolling down the back of his throat, but recovered without pulling back. He swallowed eagerly, feeling the fingers in his hair curl with encouragement.
He slowed his pace, relaxing his grip on the captain’s hip and letting his hand slide back down over the sweaty thigh. Devin swallowed the renewed mouthful, still sliding his mouth up and down gently, milking the last bit, desperate to do everything right, show Todd that he did have respect.
With a decisive tight fist, starting at the base of Patty’s softening cock, Devin stroked upward one last time, collecting the last bit of come in the curl of his tongue, the heavy pool mixing with his own spit and sliding right down his throat with a final, audible gulp.
He kept his eyes closed tight as he sat back on his heels, resting his hands on the captain’s knees to steady himself. He was breathing hard though his nose, the puffs of air through his nostrils stirring across his raw lips. Patty sighed in front of him and Devin hesitantly opened one eye, squinting against brightness of the fluorescent lights.
Patty’s face was flushed a deep red and he was panting through his parted lips, a ghost of a smile evident. His shirt was hiked up above his bellybutton, the dark trail of hair falling lower, wrapping around his dick, still semi-hard and resting against his upper thigh. There were circular red marks on his hipbone where Devin had gripped him.
Devin wiggled, trying to alleviate some of the pressure of his own erection, rubbing against the seam of his shorts. Seeing the captain like that, so exposed, spurred a weird feeling of pride and pleasure that he’d been the one to make him look like that. It all settled low in his belly, bringing him to undeniable hardness. He squirmed once more when Patty finally opened his eyes and looked at him. His hand lifted from where it had fallen at his side, closing over Devin’s and squeezing gently.
Someone to his left sniffled and he remembered where he was. Casting a hesitant look around, Devin was met with pair after pair of heavy-lidded, dark eyes, gruff looking men breathing heavily through open mouths, audible whines in their inhalations. He loved that they all looked… jealous.
Todd cleared his throat loudly, demanding Devin’s attention and he looked up at the man, hands still on his hips, a lecherous, satisfied sneer on his face.
“We don’t play with a hothead on this team, Setoguchi. We respect our captain and we respect our linemates. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” he croaked out, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.
“Good.” Todd threw a casual look around the room and grunted. “Get outta here boys, we’ve got a skate tomorrow morning.” And with that, he marched out, the door to the hall swinging wildly behind him.
Devin collapsed into a sitting position, stretching his legs out in front of him, still seated before Patty, who had scooted back in his stall, elbows on knees, head in hands, trying to regain his composure.
“Hey, uh, ‘ere ya go,” Clowie tossed Devin his towel from across the room and it landed in a pile beside him. Devin huffed a thank you and tossed it over his shoulder, a hand sneaking down to readjust himself. As his teammates continued along with their undressing, moving in silence as they packed up their things, Devin noticed he wasn’t the only one hard. Clowe pawed hard at himself through his boxers, shimmying into his dress pants. Danny was focusing attentively on unlacing his skates, shoving them behind him, making no effort to hide the bulge in his gym shorts.
With a deep exhale, Patty leaned back, his head resting again against the wall. Reaching up blindly to snatch his own towel from the hook above him, he pulled it into his lap to cover himself up. His eyes were screwed shut and Devin studied his face.
Around him his teammates were hurrying out of the locker room, many without showering. By the time Patty opened his eyes again, his breath steady, Devin couldn’t see anyone still left. The showers were running somewhere in the distance, and he was aware of a presence somewhere behind him, but it was all forgotten when his eyes met with the captain’s, a new surge of blood throbbing his cock back to life.
“Um.” It was all he could think to say, and it wasn’t even a word.
Patty looked past him, over his shoulder and Devin finally turned around. Joe sat motionless in his stall, staring at Patty hard. His shirt was still off, his socks bunched around his ankles, his maroon towel tossed across his lap, and he was rubbing his splayed palms against his knees. His eyes were shadowy and piercing, a hint of a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
“You should get goin’,” Patty finally spoke, his voice no more than a croak. Devin turned back to him, but Patty was still looking at Joe.
“Oh.” His knees wobbled as Devin tried to stand upright, wincing as the tight fabric squeezed against his cock. He hobbled to his stall and dressed quickly in his suit, not taking time to strip the rest of his sweaty clothes off. He could do that later, at home, after he took care of a more immediately pressing concern.
With a last look toward the captain, who was still locked in a stare-down with Joe, Devin stepped out into the cooling night air.
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Both were pretty fabulous though ;)
This is great stuff, and I'm glad Seto is finally learning his lesson. I'm a little speechless right now though :(
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Here. Have a cookie (http://i44.tinypic.com/5o58ra.jpg). Or two (http://i40.tinypic.com/2r7pkxd.jpg).
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AND CLOWE, SIR I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO JUMP YOUR BONES
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He's so awesome.
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We should win the cup just so that we can get more pics of stuff like this
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-dead-
that was really freakin hot.
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loving the hinted patty/joe at the end.
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Would love to see were Joe/Patty's stare off ends.;)
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(but in a good way, of course ;))
Awesome job!