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2minsforslashing2009-04-28 05:10 pm
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Five-Hole (Evgeni Nabokov / Douglas Murray)
Title: Five-Hole (Part 2)
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revuko & sherlockelly
Pairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Douglas Murray
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Coach is getting tired of the five-hole slip-ups from his goaltender.
Author's Note: This is smut. This is the smuttiest smut that ever was smut.
Part One
“Please,” the goaltender whined, his arousal pulsing too strongly in his veins for him to care about his submissive behavior.
His coach chuckled, and his reflection shook its head in mock disbelief. Evgeni whined loudly, his back arching when he yanked his hands this way and that as Todd began collecting the equipment strewn about the ice.
“Don’t tire yourself out before Douglas gets to you now,” the man laughed as he threw the chest guard over his shoulder.
“Y-you can’t lheave me like this.” Evgeni hoped with all his heart that his hesitant words were right.
He bit his bottom lip as Todd picked up the jersey and shirt, throwing them over his free shoulder and grabbing a handful of the shorts.
“Watch me.”
He kicked both of the leg pads toward the open bench door and sent a pointed look in the glass, before turning away. The shredding of Todd’s skates on the ice and the reflection of his retreating body into the locker rooms and Evgeni knew he was alone.
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“P-please...”
His wrists twisted violently against the knots. His cock was heavy between his thighs, the slit seeping precome all down the shaft, setting a chill to his bones.
“Please!” Evgeni finally screamed. His throat was raw from the cold and his hard breathing. “Please come back!” He could hear movement on the other side of the heavy arena doors, his own voice still echoing off the rafters.
There was no use. He was stuck there until Douglas arrived and set him free, or until the team arrived in the morning for practice. That thought set him to thrashing again.
As he wiggled against his bindings, the sensitive tip of his cock brushed against his legs as it swung with his movements. Evgeni hissed at the sensation, almost convincing himself to get to bouncing, try to get himself off.
“Oh.” The familiar voice boomed around the rink, stopping the goaltender mid-thrash.
“Dougie? Dougie please! I need you!”
The scissor-sharp slice of his blades on the ice grew louder until the reflection of the larger man was finally clear in the glass.
“I saw Todd, he tuld me t’lace up and head to the ice. That you ‘ere a good slut and I should—oh God, you look so good.” Douglas’ hands wandered over the expanse of Evgeni’s naked body, finding their way between his legs and stroking up his inner thigh, the trail of Todd’s come still sticky. Douglas pulled his hand away and examined his fingers.
Evgeni collapsed against the bar, the simple contact surging another wave of arousal straight to his dick.
“Please let me come, Dougie. It’s bheen so long.”
“Maybe I should tie you up sometime.” The lust was already audible in Douglas’ voice. His hands found their way back between the goaltender’s legs, cupping his balls from behind. Evgeni yelped, pushing into the warm palm.
“You’re already ready for me,” Douglas trailed his fingers back up between Evgeni’s legs, across his crack and over his slicked, stretched hole.
The warm body of the other man pressed against his long-naked skin made Evgeni purr with delight. Douglas’ hot breath in his ear filled him from the inside out with a comforting heat.
“If you let me fuck you, I will let you come.”
The promise of release was nothing Evgeni was in a position to refuse and he was nodding his head along with the words before Douglas had even finished talking.
“Ah, but after you tell me what ‘appened, yea?” he offered suggestively, his warm hands fondling Evgeni’s body in the way that Todd’s hands had denied him.
But he was in no mood for foreplay. His cock was so heavy, and it felt as though his balls were going to explode, but not from the soft caresses Douglas was giving them.
“S-stop! I can barely take it, please.”
“What?” the other man asked earnestly, his warm breath tickling over Evgeni’s ears; much like Todd’s had. Embarrassment heated his face, and stretched the length of his body, his blotchy skin burning when coupled with Douglas’ large, commanding hands.
“Fuck me!” Evgeni shouted, his words dripping with need. “Fuck me please. It hurts so bhad and I can’t ghet off. Please Dougie, you have to, please for the love of ghod, fuck me!”
The predatory purr rumbled in Douglas’ chest as he nuzzled his face behind Evgeni’s ear, flattening his tongue to lap up the cold sweat at the hairline.
“I don’t think I’ve ‘eard ya beg like this in a long time, Evgeni. I miss it.” The pout of his lips flexed over Evgeni’s trembling skin. “I miss the way you say my name.”
Tears stung at the back of his eyes at the constant teasing. All the blood circulating to fuel his raging erection left him lightheaded and dizzy.
“Fuck me,” Evgeni sobbed quietly, the image of them in the glass distorting in his watery vision.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. I jus’ think I deserve a little explanation.”
“Coach called me! I came for a practice! He said I was lhetting in too many shots through my legs!” Evgeni tried not to shout, but the looming prospect of relief had him wound tight.
Douglas hummed his approval in Evgeni’s ear, his wide hands still stroking the sticky inner thighs.
“He tied me, told me you would decide if I could come!” Evgeni dipped low, bending his knees in an attempt to force Douglas’ hand to touch him harder.
“‘Ow did Coach know about me?” Douglas’ other hand began to pet the trembling abs, feeling as Evgeni shook violently with need.
“He m-made me tell him! Dougie, I swear!”
“Doesn’t sound t’me like you were vury good. Telling our secrets.” The larger man nipped at the goaltender’s ear.
“No! Please! He mhade me! I was so good! Dougie! I did everything he said!” There were tears in Evgeni’s eyes as he pleaded, fearing the worst as he heard Douglas scold him.
“Shhh, calm down, baby,” his tongue darted out to soothe the bitten skin, “I tuld you I would ‘elp you. I’ll jus’ ‘ave to punish you later is all.”
Douglas moved to stand behind the whimpering man, his hands grazing over the bright red palm prints still visible across the pale skin of Evgeni’s ass.
“Looks like you’ve been punished already tonight,” Douglas laughed as even the simple strokes of his hand sent Evgeni into a spiral of nonsensical noises. He deftly undid the button of his own jeans, quickly lowering his pants and underwear over his throbbing dick.
The wide tip of his cock pushed into the ring of muscle, tightened back up from the cold air. Evgeni squirmed through his exhaustion, knowing Douglas was much thicker than Todd.
With a final shove, Douglas had buried himself to the hilt and was moaning as Evgeni spasmed around his cock, adjusting once more to the sudden intrusion.
“Dougie! Touch me, please!” Evgeni gasped out the words, his eyes screwed shut as the renewed brush of his prostate sent pulses of pleasure surging through him.
“Wait for me, baby. You can wait.” Douglas began a slow steady rhythm of thrusts, grunting softly as Evgeni constricted his muscles around him.
“I can’t! I can’t! Please! Fhuck! Dougie!”
The desperate shout of his name sped up Douglas’ pace, his left hand reaching for Evgeni’s shoulder to shove him back harder.
“Not even five minutes? Won’t be long, not with your filthy mouth.” Douglas moved quicker, purposefully maneuvering to rub against the spot deep inside the other man.
“Can’t! Fhuck! Please touch me! I need you, Dougie! Can’t wait!”
Finally, Evgeni’s face contorted into a silent scream as Douglas’ other hand wrapped around his aching cock, squeezing roughly as he stroked him in quick jerks.
He came almost immediately with a loud sob, his head falling to the bar as his come shot from him thick spurt after spurt.
“Dougie!” Evgeni could feel himself clamping down hard on Douglas’ cock as all of his muscles tensed violently with the force of his orgasm. Douglas continued to thrust through the tightness, only contributing to brutal contractions.
“Say it again,” Douglas’ voice was strained as he clenched his jaw in concentration, each ripple of Evgeni’s pleasure translating into his own.
“Douglas!” With one final push into the hot channel Douglas pulled hard on Evgeni’s shoulder, burying himself as deep as he could as he reached his own peak, spilling his own come into Evgeni’s ass.
Douglas continued to tug at the goaltender’s cock as the two of them rode out the dying waves of their orgasms, Evgeni’s knees shaking near to the point of collapse.
A lazy growl like a cat’s filtered through to Evgeni’s ears through his wheezy panting, and the man on top of him let his arms fall limply to his side, his hands trailing over the flushed skin on the way. A storm of blood rushing back to his head made Evgeni let loose a shaky groan, his temples throbbing dully, in time with his fluttering heartbeat.
“Didju watch?” Douglas whispered breathily, his muscular body sagging into Evgeni’s, his sticky hands coming up to grip the man’s hipbones loosely, holding himself inside.
Eyes shooting open, Evgeni strained his neck to turn his head towards the glass, and saw the other man watching him through hooded eyes expectantly.
The words grew thick on his tongue; he parted his lips, but nothing came out.
Sighing disappointedly, Douglas buried his nose under Evgeni’s jaw, inhaling the musky sweat drying on the exposed column of flesh. “You didn’t didja?”
“I-I-I—”
“It’s jus’ a yes er no question, baby,” he laughed into the neck, his lips dancing over the skin. At the same time, his hands crawled up the shivering body, rubbing deep circles into the tensed shoulders, and down the bent arms, fingering the end of the tie playfully.
Evgeni put his remaining strength into pulling from the hold, yanking roughly and jerking his whole body back into Douglas’, as if he would have a better chance of escaping now with the thick body encircling him.
“Forgot,” Evgeni murmured, his hands balling into fists when Douglas grazed his knuckles over the thin, pinkened skin, a shiny trail of Evgeni’s own come left in their wake.
‘Tsk’ing disapprovingly, Douglas pressed his parted lips onto Evgeni’s neck, the offered pale flesh, rid of the furious blush, enticing the man to take a bite.
Evgeni ground his teeth together as he felt the capillaries break under his skin when Douglas sucked harder. But the sigh of relief huffed from his chest when the binds at his wrists loosened to Douglas’ adroit fingers, still glistening with Evgeni’s seed.
Evgeni leaned exhaustively into the man still inside of him, his head lolling to the side as Douglas’ lips grazed over the purpling mark he’d left. His wrists finally freed from their restraints, Evgeni’s hands fell to his side as blood started to recirculate to his tingling fingers.
“Sounds like maybe you need t’be reminded of the rules.” Douglas’ nose nudged against the back of Evgeni’s pink-tinged ear. “Er the consequences.”
“But we can start by cleaning up.” Douglas reached around the slumped man, his sticky index finger tracing over the curl of Evgeni’s lip, urging his mouth to open.
Evgeni sucked Douglas’ finger between his lips, his tongue lapping up the traces of his own come. Douglas shivered, enough to extricate himself finally Evgeni’s tired ass. He reclaimed his digit, offering the others one by one, as Evgeni licked up the remnants of his semen.
“I liked bending you over,” Douglas’ teeth nipped at the column of the goaltender’s throat. “Perhaps we can try something else next time you call me begging, yea?”
Evgeni nodded weakly, his eyes fighting to stay open, the exhaustion of the evening catching up to him quickly. Douglas wrapped his arms around the slumping man’s waist, his nose nuzzling against the warm skin at the nape of his neck.
“On your back. I could hold you down. Bet I’m strong to keep you there all night.”
Evgeni purred at the thought, tilting his head as Douglas placed light kisses to his hairline.
“Er maybe get inta your room when you’re asleep. Surprise you. I love to see you squirm when you wake up hard enough t’do anything s’long as it means you can come.”
Evgeni sagged even more, allowing Douglas to support the added weight.
“Didju like it when Coach spanked you?”
Evgeni nodded shyly, his eyes darting away from Douglas’ intense stare in the glass.
“‘Cuz I could throw you right over my knee, discipline you real good. Wouldju like that?”
“Yes, please.” Evgeni’s voice was scratchy from shouting in the cold air, something Douglas noticed immediately.
“But not right now, baby, yea? You were good tonight. And you’re awful cold.” Douglas pulled Evgeni closer in his arms, feeling the raised bumps as they appeared on his skin.
“Why don’t I get you over to the showers, get you warmed up?”
Evgeni nodded, turning just enough to drape his aching arm around Douglas’ neck, pausing to allow the larger man to pull his pants back up, fastening the button on his jeans; then tugging Evgeni’s own underwear up over the swell of his ass, taking his hands away when everything was covered again.
The goaltender let the larger man guide him slowly, sleepily off the ice to the long hallway leading to the locker room, noting the strangeness of skating half-naked in front of the empty rows of seats. His lips twitched into a tiny smirk.
“You’re inta voyeurism too now, babe? Dunno if we can do that,” Douglas smiled down at the man whom his arm was draped over.
Evgeni’s smirk vanished and he bumped his head tiredly into the other man’s broad chest as some sort of comeback, his throat too scratchy for any sharp retort.
The goaltender collapsed onto the locker room bench, slouching forward as Douglas stooped to untie his skates, tossing them to the side to be placed properly later. Evgeni’s underwear was flung on top of them, ready to make their way to the laundry.
The two men hobbled down the hallway, Douglas taking the brunt of Evgeni’s weight without protest all the way to the shower’s door. Attempting to turn the handle himself, Evgeni flexed his arm to bring his hand up and curl his fingers around the metal knob. But his hand stayed limply at his side, his fingers twitching in an attempt to move.
A sympathetic noise rose from the larger man’s throat, opening the door himself before Evgeni could growl in frustration.
“I’ll jus’ getcha clothes after, ‘kay?” His usual brash voice was unusually tender.
Nodding tiredly, Evgeni tried to fight off the sudden powerful wave of exhaustion, but his eyes finally slid shut, and he sunk into Douglas’ hard body.
He woke with a start when burning hot water was splashed over his skin. It filled his body with a growing heat, and soon he could feel his fingers and toes again. His back was pressed up against something solid, but it was not the wall.
Gazing up with half-mast eyes, a lazy smile stretched over Evgeni’s face when he saw Douglas gazing down in return.
“You don’ look so pale any more, that’s good,” the man whispered into the goaltender’s ear.
The hands wrapped around his waist and the sway of their hips in a gentle side-to-side motion grew more apparent the more alert Evgeni became.
“But dis is gonna be here for a while,” Douglas purred, prodding the presumably flaming purple and red mark on the side of Evgeni’s neck with the tip of his tongue.
The sensation of the slick muscle on his skin made him squirm in delight, and the next thing he knew, he was spinning around in Douglas’ arms, and his back was forced up against the wall, their chests flush together. And then Douglas’ lips were pressed against his.
“Up,” the man grunted, his hands moving to the back of Evgeni’s thighs to help the man wrap his legs around Douglas’ hips.
When his grip was firm, Douglas hooked his arm under Evgeni’s bottom to support him; his free hand running down the length of the goaltender’s back, splashing the warm water into the man’s sore crack. Evgeni moaned, his head drooping to Douglas’ shoulder.
The gentle prodding of Evgeni’s renewed erection against Douglas’ firm stomach caught the defenseman’s attention. He chuckled softly, his lips finding their way back to the smooth shoulder, kissing the dark bruise that marred the paleness of Evgeni’s skin.
“Not enough for the day?”
Evgeni wrapped his arms around Douglas’ neck and lifted up to look at the other man. Through the haze of exhaustion he smiled, the subtle shake of his head was noticed.
Shifting his weight, Douglas leaned Evgeni against the wall and took a half step back, forcing the goaltender to lean away from him, his upper body supported mostly by the cool tiles.
One hand still scooped under Evgeni’s bottom, Douglas’ other was free to roam the slick skin of the man’s front. The tiny droplets of water beaded in the dusting of hair across Evgeni’s chest, flicking away in a mist as Douglas’ wide palm brushed against them.
Evgeni sighed, his cock sliding against Douglas’ stomach with each movement. He was still overwhelmingly tender, having held back for so long, even the feather-light touch made his dick twitch.
Douglas’ hand crept lower, running the wrinkled skin of his palm over the head of Evgeni’s cock, smiling as the goaltender moaned and pressed his shoulder blades harder into the wall, sinking into the touch.
“Jus’ enjoy, baby. You were a good boy tunight.” Douglas’ thick fingers wrapped commandingly around Evgeni’s reddening cock, stroking upward firmly. The foreskin stretched over the sensitive head, squeezing his tip into a warm tight sleeve. Evgeni moaned, his head thrown back against the wall, dirty blonde hair sticking wetly to the tile.
With long slow tugs, Douglas jerked Evgeni’s cock, smiling with heavy-lidded eyes as the man grunted, his back arching in a perfect bow.
Douglas’ thumb brushed over the warm slit, adding just enough pressure to bring a bead of precome to the surface. He smeared the residue over the ridge of Evgeni’s cock, causing the man to jerk his hips slightly.
“Dougie,” Evgeni sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. The goaltender’s sore wrists twisted to tangle in the larger man’s hair, pulling just hard enough to make Douglas growl and stroke faster.
“God I missed the way you say my name.”
Evgeni sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard as Douglas continued to press his thumb into the underside of his cock. As his pelvis bobbed slickly up and down against Douglas’ wet hips, he could feel the blunt end of the larger man’s stiff cock poking at the top of his ass and sliding along the ridge of his spine.
While he craved the feeling of fullness that came with penetration, his raw skin responded in kind to the gentle brushes.
“Look at me,” Douglas pled, his fingers moving quicker as his own pleasure spiked in his veins.
Evgeni’s eyes peeled open, dark and dilated pupils staring back, begging for more.
With a final firm grip, Evgeni exploded a warm, sweet thread of come across Douglas’ chest and neck. The earthy smell filling the misty air as Evgeni’s balls contracted violently against the warm skin. His hips jerked into the offered fist, adding much needed pressure to Douglas’ own erection, and with the image of Evgeni, arched into his own pleasure, Douglas came quickly and forcefully, splattering his seed on the bleached tile.
Douglas’ arms shook softly and he allowed Evgeni’s body to slip down, his feet landing softly on the floor. Their erratic breathing echoed around the empty room as Evgeni leaned his weight into the larger man, his arms returning to wrap around Douglas’ neck. His forehead rested against the muscular shoulder, purring softly as Douglas allowed his own hands to stroke the long naked skin of Evgeni’s back.
“‘M glad Coach called me,” Douglas guided the two of them back under the spray, gently washing the remnants of his orgasm from the goaltender’s lower back.
“Me, too,” the sleep was evident in Evgeni’s voice.
“Y’know jus’ ‘cause Mitchy is traveling with us now doesn’t mean I don’t still need you.” Douglas squeezed the man in his arms as he felt the lips press against his collar bone in a gentle kiss of apology. “S’ok though. Jus’ as long as you don’t ferget about me.”
The larger man reached around Evgeni to grab the shampoo on the rack, clicking open the lid with one hand.
“Up,” Douglas nudged Evgeni gently to standing, allowing the man to keep his palms pressed into Douglas’ chest for support. He squeezed a bit into his hand before placing the bottle back on the shelf, working the clean-smelling gel to lather in his hands.
Evgeni sighed as Douglas’ hands began to work through his hair, blunt nails grazing his scalp as he washed away the dirt and sweat that had gathered through the evening. His large thumbs rubbed circles behind the goaltender’s ears before continuing up his hairline to the crown of his head.
Evgeni’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, the tension leaving his body and slipping just as easily as the shampoo down the drain. The tender kiss to the corner of his mouth brought him back to reality.
“Donju go to sleep on me yet, baby,” Douglas chuckled from deep in his throat and leaned Evgeni back under the spray of water to rinse away the suds.
He grabbed a bar of soap when the water finally rinsed clean, leading the drowsy man out from the water.
“Turn ‘round,” Douglas guided the goaltender until his back was pressed against Douglas’ chest, his arms drooping at his sides. Evgeni’s head lolled back onto Douglas’ wide shoulder. The bar of soap grazed over his chest, across his stomach and down his arms. Careful not the tickle the man, Douglas soaped under his arms and along his sides, smiling to himself when Evgeni giggled softly and flinched away.
“‘Old still now,” Douglas placed a kiss to the man’s cheek as he leaned to put the soap back, using his hands to distribute the thick foam. He paused briefly before dipping his hand lower, scrubbing the lather into the goaltender’s pubic hair, drawing his hand down the man’s shaft with a few quick strokes. He turned him around carefully with his slippery hands and spread the bubbles over Evgeni’s back as well.
When he came to the cleft of his ass, Douglas paused, knowing he was bound to be sore. As gently as he could, he slipped his fingers between the cheeks, wincing when he felt Evgeni recoil from his touch. The man gasped suddenly, his teeth closing down on Douglas’ collar bone.
“It stings,” Evgeni forced the words through his teeth, tensing back up instantly.
Douglas shushed him calmly, leading him back into the shower and rinsing the suds away, careful to leave no residue behind.
“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t know it was gonna hurtja.”
Evgeni whimpered in response, his face buried in the crook of Douglas’ armpit, his arms wrapped tight around the man’s waist.
“Let’s get you back in your clothes, yea?” He turned off the water as Evgeni nodded, cursing to himself when he realized he’d forgotten to grab the two of them a towel. “‘Ere, put your arm around my neck like before.”
Careful not to slip on the wet tile, Douglas led them back to the locker room, shivering as the cold air met with his damp skin. He grabbed the towel from his hook, wrapping the heavy cotton around Evgeni and rubbing him to warm the man up.
Sitting Evgeni down gently on the stall next to his, Douglas pulled him back up quickly when the smaller man winced in pain. He grabbed a second towel and slipped it underneath the goaltender, setting him back down gently.
“He certainly didn’t go easy on you, did he?” The trace of anger in Douglas’ voice was biting. Once Evgeni had settled, Douglas finally grabbed a towel for himself, rubbing his body down quickly and shaking his hair like a dog. He winked at the other man when he heard Evgeni’s exhausted laugh.
Evgeni closed his eyes against the bright lights while Douglas started to finger-comb his hair. He opened them again when he felt Douglas shaking him gently awake. He stood before him, fully dressed with a pile of clothes in his arms.
“‘Ey, baby. I can’t letcha sleep here. Especially not like that.” Evgeni looked down to note that his towel had fallen around his waist and had flopped open. He blushed as he covered himself back up, taking his shirt from Douglas’ outstretched hand.
“I put your underwear in the wash, yea? They were kinda dirty. And I didn’t wancha to have to put your jeans back on. ‘Ere, I think I can tie these pretty tight,” he squatted in front of Evgeni, opening up the leg of a pair of his own sweatpants, “Shouldn’t fall down on you.”
Shakily, Evgeni got to his feet, his hand bracing himself on Douglas’ shoulder. He daintily lifted a leg and slid his foot into the soft fabric, then the other, and allowed Douglas to pull them up his legs. The larger man tied the drawstring as tight as he could, smiling at the way his sweatpants seemed to swallow Evgeni.
Douglas took the shirt back, finding the neckhole and fitting it over his head, guiding the man’s tired arms through the sleeves.
“‘M gunna take you to my place tunight. You sleep through practice tomorrow and Coach is gunna never letcha live it down.” Evgeni slipped his feet into his tennis shoes and waited patiently while Douglas tidied up the last of their items, taking both his and Evgeni’s bag over his shoulder before helping them both to his car.
Evgeni was startled awake by the slamming of the door as Douglas parked his car in front of the apartment complex.
“Y’know I’d carry you if I didn’t have neighbors,” Douglas laughed as he hobbled up the stairs, Evgeni’s weight on his shoulder slowing him down.
Douglas helped Evgeni to the bedroom, holding him tighter as the man’s head came to rest on his shoulder, his eyes already slipping closed.
With one hand supporting Evgeni, he reached to pull back the comforter and sheets, helping the man gently climb in, careful of his tender bottom. Once Evgeni was curled up on the mattress, Douglas tucked the comforter back over him, sure to wedge each section under the prone body, wrapping him tight in the soft material.
“Iya am not a baby,” Evgeni chuckled as he threw a look over his shoulder. Douglas smiled, but ignored him, only tucking him tighter. “And where are you ghoing to sleep?” The crease of his forehead appeared as his eyes clouded suddenly with worry.
“Jus’ lemme lock the door and I’ll be back.” With a swipe of his wide palm, Douglas brushed Evgeni’s bangs from his forehead before patting his arm reassuringly and heading out the door.
Evgeni waited, trying desperately to keep his eyes open, but succumbing quickly to the lure of sleep. He woke up with a small jolt when the bed dipped, a naked Douglas sinking into bed beside him.
“Forgot you always sleep nhaked,” Evgeni purred softly, untucking himself only to cozy up to the larger body, allowing the man to slip an arm behind his neck and pull him to his chest. Evgeni rested his cheek on Douglas’ shoulder, his arm snaking around the thick waist.
Douglas wrapped his free arm over the goaltender, stroking the man’s upper arm softly as he kissed the top of his head, inhaling the shampoo from earlier.
“‘Aven’t had anybody to sleep with a long time,” Douglas whispered, pulling the goaltender closer to his body, shivering softly when he felt the stir of breath on his chest. Evgeni curled in closer, throwing a sweatpants clad leg over Douglas’ lower half, coiling his lithe body around his companion.
Douglas chuckled faintly, “‘Specially no one as bendable as you.” His hand rubbed Evgeni’s knee, guiding the leg higher until it rested against his pelvis.
Evgeni looked up at him when he realized the man was hard.
“No, no,” Douglas shook his head, “It’s nothing. Jus’ missed cuddling with someone is all.”
“You sure?” Evgeni’s voice was prodding, his eyes not nearly as clouded with sleep as they had been. The arm twisted over Douglas’ waist crept down until his reddened wrist was brushing against the thick shaft. Douglas’ breathing hitched briefly in his throat and he couldn’t hide the soft upward push of his hips.
“Baby,” he said it like a warning, but the words died in his throat. Evgeni continued the movement, his face burying into the flushed skin of Douglas’ neck, his hand wrapping loosely around the hardening cock.
Evgeni continued to kiss at Douglas’ neck, his nose pressing encouragingly into the soft skin behind his ear, fingers making quick work at the head of the dick.
“It’s gunna make a mess,” Douglas protested softly.
When Evgeni made no effort to stop, he pulled away just enough to grab a tissue from the nightstand, throwing back the comforter to expose the goaltender’s swift-moving hand. Douglas grunted as he watched the talented fingers work him over in much the same way he’d demand from him on those late night visits to the Evgeni’s room.
Those were times when Evgeni wanted to be dominated, fucked and forced to do anything Douglas wanted him to, afterwards crawling into bed and asking Douglas with wide eyes to stay with him. But this was different. This was a calm, mutual exchange, no cursing, no coercing. Evgeni’s face nuzzled into his hairline and the warm breath tickled his goosepimpled flesh. Fingertips grazed over the flushed head of Douglas’ cock over and over, while Evgeni’s nose still prodded sensually at the mottled skin.
One perfectly placed, sloppy kiss to his temple and Douglas was jerking his hips, fisting the tissues at the slit of his dick, absorbing the surge of come as Evgeni stroked him off.
The goaltender kissed him again, melting back down to rest on his shoulder, his hand allowing the softening cock to relax back down to Douglas’ stomach. Douglas tossed the wad of tissues to the floor to be cleaned up later and covered the both of them back up, squeezing Evgeni into a tight embrace, cuddling him close.
“Thank you,” Evgeni whispered finally, just as Douglas was beginning to surrender to his own exhaustion.
“What? Why are you thankin’ me?” He yawned sleepily; the exhale lost in Evgeni’s mussed hair.
“Just because. You uhnderstand.” Evgeni didn’t need to say any more. His eyes slipped closed when he felt Douglas kiss his forehead and this time, he wasn’t awoken until morning.
--THE END--
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Author:
revuko & sherlockellyPairing: Evgeni Nabokov/Douglas Murray
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Coach is getting tired of the five-hole slip-ups from his goaltender.
Author's Note: This is smut. This is the smuttiest smut that ever was smut.
Part One
“Please,” the goaltender whined, his arousal pulsing too strongly in his veins for him to care about his submissive behavior.
His coach chuckled, and his reflection shook its head in mock disbelief. Evgeni whined loudly, his back arching when he yanked his hands this way and that as Todd began collecting the equipment strewn about the ice.
“Don’t tire yourself out before Douglas gets to you now,” the man laughed as he threw the chest guard over his shoulder.
“Y-you can’t lheave me like this.” Evgeni hoped with all his heart that his hesitant words were right.
He bit his bottom lip as Todd picked up the jersey and shirt, throwing them over his free shoulder and grabbing a handful of the shorts.
“Watch me.”
He kicked both of the leg pads toward the open bench door and sent a pointed look in the glass, before turning away. The shredding of Todd’s skates on the ice and the reflection of his retreating body into the locker rooms and Evgeni knew he was alone.
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“P-please...”
His wrists twisted violently against the knots. His cock was heavy between his thighs, the slit seeping precome all down the shaft, setting a chill to his bones.
“Please!” Evgeni finally screamed. His throat was raw from the cold and his hard breathing. “Please come back!” He could hear movement on the other side of the heavy arena doors, his own voice still echoing off the rafters.
There was no use. He was stuck there until Douglas arrived and set him free, or until the team arrived in the morning for practice. That thought set him to thrashing again.
As he wiggled against his bindings, the sensitive tip of his cock brushed against his legs as it swung with his movements. Evgeni hissed at the sensation, almost convincing himself to get to bouncing, try to get himself off.
“Oh.” The familiar voice boomed around the rink, stopping the goaltender mid-thrash.
“Dougie? Dougie please! I need you!”
The scissor-sharp slice of his blades on the ice grew louder until the reflection of the larger man was finally clear in the glass.
“I saw Todd, he tuld me t’lace up and head to the ice. That you ‘ere a good slut and I should—oh God, you look so good.” Douglas’ hands wandered over the expanse of Evgeni’s naked body, finding their way between his legs and stroking up his inner thigh, the trail of Todd’s come still sticky. Douglas pulled his hand away and examined his fingers.
Evgeni collapsed against the bar, the simple contact surging another wave of arousal straight to his dick.
“Please let me come, Dougie. It’s bheen so long.”
“Maybe I should tie you up sometime.” The lust was already audible in Douglas’ voice. His hands found their way back between the goaltender’s legs, cupping his balls from behind. Evgeni yelped, pushing into the warm palm.
“You’re already ready for me,” Douglas trailed his fingers back up between Evgeni’s legs, across his crack and over his slicked, stretched hole.
The warm body of the other man pressed against his long-naked skin made Evgeni purr with delight. Douglas’ hot breath in his ear filled him from the inside out with a comforting heat.
“If you let me fuck you, I will let you come.”
The promise of release was nothing Evgeni was in a position to refuse and he was nodding his head along with the words before Douglas had even finished talking.
“Ah, but after you tell me what ‘appened, yea?” he offered suggestively, his warm hands fondling Evgeni’s body in the way that Todd’s hands had denied him.
But he was in no mood for foreplay. His cock was so heavy, and it felt as though his balls were going to explode, but not from the soft caresses Douglas was giving them.
“S-stop! I can barely take it, please.”
“What?” the other man asked earnestly, his warm breath tickling over Evgeni’s ears; much like Todd’s had. Embarrassment heated his face, and stretched the length of his body, his blotchy skin burning when coupled with Douglas’ large, commanding hands.
“Fuck me!” Evgeni shouted, his words dripping with need. “Fuck me please. It hurts so bhad and I can’t ghet off. Please Dougie, you have to, please for the love of ghod, fuck me!”
The predatory purr rumbled in Douglas’ chest as he nuzzled his face behind Evgeni’s ear, flattening his tongue to lap up the cold sweat at the hairline.
“I don’t think I’ve ‘eard ya beg like this in a long time, Evgeni. I miss it.” The pout of his lips flexed over Evgeni’s trembling skin. “I miss the way you say my name.”
Tears stung at the back of his eyes at the constant teasing. All the blood circulating to fuel his raging erection left him lightheaded and dizzy.
“Fuck me,” Evgeni sobbed quietly, the image of them in the glass distorting in his watery vision.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. I jus’ think I deserve a little explanation.”
“Coach called me! I came for a practice! He said I was lhetting in too many shots through my legs!” Evgeni tried not to shout, but the looming prospect of relief had him wound tight.
Douglas hummed his approval in Evgeni’s ear, his wide hands still stroking the sticky inner thighs.
“He tied me, told me you would decide if I could come!” Evgeni dipped low, bending his knees in an attempt to force Douglas’ hand to touch him harder.
“‘Ow did Coach know about me?” Douglas’ other hand began to pet the trembling abs, feeling as Evgeni shook violently with need.
“He m-made me tell him! Dougie, I swear!”
“Doesn’t sound t’me like you were vury good. Telling our secrets.” The larger man nipped at the goaltender’s ear.
“No! Please! He mhade me! I was so good! Dougie! I did everything he said!” There were tears in Evgeni’s eyes as he pleaded, fearing the worst as he heard Douglas scold him.
“Shhh, calm down, baby,” his tongue darted out to soothe the bitten skin, “I tuld you I would ‘elp you. I’ll jus’ ‘ave to punish you later is all.”
Douglas moved to stand behind the whimpering man, his hands grazing over the bright red palm prints still visible across the pale skin of Evgeni’s ass.
“Looks like you’ve been punished already tonight,” Douglas laughed as even the simple strokes of his hand sent Evgeni into a spiral of nonsensical noises. He deftly undid the button of his own jeans, quickly lowering his pants and underwear over his throbbing dick.
The wide tip of his cock pushed into the ring of muscle, tightened back up from the cold air. Evgeni squirmed through his exhaustion, knowing Douglas was much thicker than Todd.
With a final shove, Douglas had buried himself to the hilt and was moaning as Evgeni spasmed around his cock, adjusting once more to the sudden intrusion.
“Dougie! Touch me, please!” Evgeni gasped out the words, his eyes screwed shut as the renewed brush of his prostate sent pulses of pleasure surging through him.
“Wait for me, baby. You can wait.” Douglas began a slow steady rhythm of thrusts, grunting softly as Evgeni constricted his muscles around him.
“I can’t! I can’t! Please! Fhuck! Dougie!”
The desperate shout of his name sped up Douglas’ pace, his left hand reaching for Evgeni’s shoulder to shove him back harder.
“Not even five minutes? Won’t be long, not with your filthy mouth.” Douglas moved quicker, purposefully maneuvering to rub against the spot deep inside the other man.
“Can’t! Fhuck! Please touch me! I need you, Dougie! Can’t wait!”
Finally, Evgeni’s face contorted into a silent scream as Douglas’ other hand wrapped around his aching cock, squeezing roughly as he stroked him in quick jerks.
He came almost immediately with a loud sob, his head falling to the bar as his come shot from him thick spurt after spurt.
“Dougie!” Evgeni could feel himself clamping down hard on Douglas’ cock as all of his muscles tensed violently with the force of his orgasm. Douglas continued to thrust through the tightness, only contributing to brutal contractions.
“Say it again,” Douglas’ voice was strained as he clenched his jaw in concentration, each ripple of Evgeni’s pleasure translating into his own.
“Douglas!” With one final push into the hot channel Douglas pulled hard on Evgeni’s shoulder, burying himself as deep as he could as he reached his own peak, spilling his own come into Evgeni’s ass.
Douglas continued to tug at the goaltender’s cock as the two of them rode out the dying waves of their orgasms, Evgeni’s knees shaking near to the point of collapse.
A lazy growl like a cat’s filtered through to Evgeni’s ears through his wheezy panting, and the man on top of him let his arms fall limply to his side, his hands trailing over the flushed skin on the way. A storm of blood rushing back to his head made Evgeni let loose a shaky groan, his temples throbbing dully, in time with his fluttering heartbeat.
“Didju watch?” Douglas whispered breathily, his muscular body sagging into Evgeni’s, his sticky hands coming up to grip the man’s hipbones loosely, holding himself inside.
Eyes shooting open, Evgeni strained his neck to turn his head towards the glass, and saw the other man watching him through hooded eyes expectantly.
The words grew thick on his tongue; he parted his lips, but nothing came out.
Sighing disappointedly, Douglas buried his nose under Evgeni’s jaw, inhaling the musky sweat drying on the exposed column of flesh. “You didn’t didja?”
“I-I-I—”
“It’s jus’ a yes er no question, baby,” he laughed into the neck, his lips dancing over the skin. At the same time, his hands crawled up the shivering body, rubbing deep circles into the tensed shoulders, and down the bent arms, fingering the end of the tie playfully.
Evgeni put his remaining strength into pulling from the hold, yanking roughly and jerking his whole body back into Douglas’, as if he would have a better chance of escaping now with the thick body encircling him.
“Forgot,” Evgeni murmured, his hands balling into fists when Douglas grazed his knuckles over the thin, pinkened skin, a shiny trail of Evgeni’s own come left in their wake.
‘Tsk’ing disapprovingly, Douglas pressed his parted lips onto Evgeni’s neck, the offered pale flesh, rid of the furious blush, enticing the man to take a bite.
Evgeni ground his teeth together as he felt the capillaries break under his skin when Douglas sucked harder. But the sigh of relief huffed from his chest when the binds at his wrists loosened to Douglas’ adroit fingers, still glistening with Evgeni’s seed.
Evgeni leaned exhaustively into the man still inside of him, his head lolling to the side as Douglas’ lips grazed over the purpling mark he’d left. His wrists finally freed from their restraints, Evgeni’s hands fell to his side as blood started to recirculate to his tingling fingers.
“Sounds like maybe you need t’be reminded of the rules.” Douglas’ nose nudged against the back of Evgeni’s pink-tinged ear. “Er the consequences.”
“But we can start by cleaning up.” Douglas reached around the slumped man, his sticky index finger tracing over the curl of Evgeni’s lip, urging his mouth to open.
Evgeni sucked Douglas’ finger between his lips, his tongue lapping up the traces of his own come. Douglas shivered, enough to extricate himself finally Evgeni’s tired ass. He reclaimed his digit, offering the others one by one, as Evgeni licked up the remnants of his semen.
“I liked bending you over,” Douglas’ teeth nipped at the column of the goaltender’s throat. “Perhaps we can try something else next time you call me begging, yea?”
Evgeni nodded weakly, his eyes fighting to stay open, the exhaustion of the evening catching up to him quickly. Douglas wrapped his arms around the slumping man’s waist, his nose nuzzling against the warm skin at the nape of his neck.
“On your back. I could hold you down. Bet I’m strong to keep you there all night.”
Evgeni purred at the thought, tilting his head as Douglas placed light kisses to his hairline.
“Er maybe get inta your room when you’re asleep. Surprise you. I love to see you squirm when you wake up hard enough t’do anything s’long as it means you can come.”
Evgeni sagged even more, allowing Douglas to support the added weight.
“Didju like it when Coach spanked you?”
Evgeni nodded shyly, his eyes darting away from Douglas’ intense stare in the glass.
“‘Cuz I could throw you right over my knee, discipline you real good. Wouldju like that?”
“Yes, please.” Evgeni’s voice was scratchy from shouting in the cold air, something Douglas noticed immediately.
“But not right now, baby, yea? You were good tonight. And you’re awful cold.” Douglas pulled Evgeni closer in his arms, feeling the raised bumps as they appeared on his skin.
“Why don’t I get you over to the showers, get you warmed up?”
Evgeni nodded, turning just enough to drape his aching arm around Douglas’ neck, pausing to allow the larger man to pull his pants back up, fastening the button on his jeans; then tugging Evgeni’s own underwear up over the swell of his ass, taking his hands away when everything was covered again.
The goaltender let the larger man guide him slowly, sleepily off the ice to the long hallway leading to the locker room, noting the strangeness of skating half-naked in front of the empty rows of seats. His lips twitched into a tiny smirk.
“You’re inta voyeurism too now, babe? Dunno if we can do that,” Douglas smiled down at the man whom his arm was draped over.
Evgeni’s smirk vanished and he bumped his head tiredly into the other man’s broad chest as some sort of comeback, his throat too scratchy for any sharp retort.
The goaltender collapsed onto the locker room bench, slouching forward as Douglas stooped to untie his skates, tossing them to the side to be placed properly later. Evgeni’s underwear was flung on top of them, ready to make their way to the laundry.
The two men hobbled down the hallway, Douglas taking the brunt of Evgeni’s weight without protest all the way to the shower’s door. Attempting to turn the handle himself, Evgeni flexed his arm to bring his hand up and curl his fingers around the metal knob. But his hand stayed limply at his side, his fingers twitching in an attempt to move.
A sympathetic noise rose from the larger man’s throat, opening the door himself before Evgeni could growl in frustration.
“I’ll jus’ getcha clothes after, ‘kay?” His usual brash voice was unusually tender.
Nodding tiredly, Evgeni tried to fight off the sudden powerful wave of exhaustion, but his eyes finally slid shut, and he sunk into Douglas’ hard body.
He woke with a start when burning hot water was splashed over his skin. It filled his body with a growing heat, and soon he could feel his fingers and toes again. His back was pressed up against something solid, but it was not the wall.
Gazing up with half-mast eyes, a lazy smile stretched over Evgeni’s face when he saw Douglas gazing down in return.
“You don’ look so pale any more, that’s good,” the man whispered into the goaltender’s ear.
The hands wrapped around his waist and the sway of their hips in a gentle side-to-side motion grew more apparent the more alert Evgeni became.
“But dis is gonna be here for a while,” Douglas purred, prodding the presumably flaming purple and red mark on the side of Evgeni’s neck with the tip of his tongue.
The sensation of the slick muscle on his skin made him squirm in delight, and the next thing he knew, he was spinning around in Douglas’ arms, and his back was forced up against the wall, their chests flush together. And then Douglas’ lips were pressed against his.
“Up,” the man grunted, his hands moving to the back of Evgeni’s thighs to help the man wrap his legs around Douglas’ hips.
When his grip was firm, Douglas hooked his arm under Evgeni’s bottom to support him; his free hand running down the length of the goaltender’s back, splashing the warm water into the man’s sore crack. Evgeni moaned, his head drooping to Douglas’ shoulder.
The gentle prodding of Evgeni’s renewed erection against Douglas’ firm stomach caught the defenseman’s attention. He chuckled softly, his lips finding their way back to the smooth shoulder, kissing the dark bruise that marred the paleness of Evgeni’s skin.
“Not enough for the day?”
Evgeni wrapped his arms around Douglas’ neck and lifted up to look at the other man. Through the haze of exhaustion he smiled, the subtle shake of his head was noticed.
Shifting his weight, Douglas leaned Evgeni against the wall and took a half step back, forcing the goaltender to lean away from him, his upper body supported mostly by the cool tiles.
One hand still scooped under Evgeni’s bottom, Douglas’ other was free to roam the slick skin of the man’s front. The tiny droplets of water beaded in the dusting of hair across Evgeni’s chest, flicking away in a mist as Douglas’ wide palm brushed against them.
Evgeni sighed, his cock sliding against Douglas’ stomach with each movement. He was still overwhelmingly tender, having held back for so long, even the feather-light touch made his dick twitch.
Douglas’ hand crept lower, running the wrinkled skin of his palm over the head of Evgeni’s cock, smiling as the goaltender moaned and pressed his shoulder blades harder into the wall, sinking into the touch.
“Jus’ enjoy, baby. You were a good boy tunight.” Douglas’ thick fingers wrapped commandingly around Evgeni’s reddening cock, stroking upward firmly. The foreskin stretched over the sensitive head, squeezing his tip into a warm tight sleeve. Evgeni moaned, his head thrown back against the wall, dirty blonde hair sticking wetly to the tile.
With long slow tugs, Douglas jerked Evgeni’s cock, smiling with heavy-lidded eyes as the man grunted, his back arching in a perfect bow.
Douglas’ thumb brushed over the warm slit, adding just enough pressure to bring a bead of precome to the surface. He smeared the residue over the ridge of Evgeni’s cock, causing the man to jerk his hips slightly.
“Dougie,” Evgeni sighed, his eyes fluttering closed. The goaltender’s sore wrists twisted to tangle in the larger man’s hair, pulling just hard enough to make Douglas growl and stroke faster.
“God I missed the way you say my name.”
Evgeni sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard as Douglas continued to press his thumb into the underside of his cock. As his pelvis bobbed slickly up and down against Douglas’ wet hips, he could feel the blunt end of the larger man’s stiff cock poking at the top of his ass and sliding along the ridge of his spine.
While he craved the feeling of fullness that came with penetration, his raw skin responded in kind to the gentle brushes.
“Look at me,” Douglas pled, his fingers moving quicker as his own pleasure spiked in his veins.
Evgeni’s eyes peeled open, dark and dilated pupils staring back, begging for more.
With a final firm grip, Evgeni exploded a warm, sweet thread of come across Douglas’ chest and neck. The earthy smell filling the misty air as Evgeni’s balls contracted violently against the warm skin. His hips jerked into the offered fist, adding much needed pressure to Douglas’ own erection, and with the image of Evgeni, arched into his own pleasure, Douglas came quickly and forcefully, splattering his seed on the bleached tile.
Douglas’ arms shook softly and he allowed Evgeni’s body to slip down, his feet landing softly on the floor. Their erratic breathing echoed around the empty room as Evgeni leaned his weight into the larger man, his arms returning to wrap around Douglas’ neck. His forehead rested against the muscular shoulder, purring softly as Douglas allowed his own hands to stroke the long naked skin of Evgeni’s back.
“‘M glad Coach called me,” Douglas guided the two of them back under the spray, gently washing the remnants of his orgasm from the goaltender’s lower back.
“Me, too,” the sleep was evident in Evgeni’s voice.
“Y’know jus’ ‘cause Mitchy is traveling with us now doesn’t mean I don’t still need you.” Douglas squeezed the man in his arms as he felt the lips press against his collar bone in a gentle kiss of apology. “S’ok though. Jus’ as long as you don’t ferget about me.”
The larger man reached around Evgeni to grab the shampoo on the rack, clicking open the lid with one hand.
“Up,” Douglas nudged Evgeni gently to standing, allowing the man to keep his palms pressed into Douglas’ chest for support. He squeezed a bit into his hand before placing the bottle back on the shelf, working the clean-smelling gel to lather in his hands.
Evgeni sighed as Douglas’ hands began to work through his hair, blunt nails grazing his scalp as he washed away the dirt and sweat that had gathered through the evening. His large thumbs rubbed circles behind the goaltender’s ears before continuing up his hairline to the crown of his head.
Evgeni’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, the tension leaving his body and slipping just as easily as the shampoo down the drain. The tender kiss to the corner of his mouth brought him back to reality.
“Donju go to sleep on me yet, baby,” Douglas chuckled from deep in his throat and leaned Evgeni back under the spray of water to rinse away the suds.
He grabbed a bar of soap when the water finally rinsed clean, leading the drowsy man out from the water.
“Turn ‘round,” Douglas guided the goaltender until his back was pressed against Douglas’ chest, his arms drooping at his sides. Evgeni’s head lolled back onto Douglas’ wide shoulder. The bar of soap grazed over his chest, across his stomach and down his arms. Careful not the tickle the man, Douglas soaped under his arms and along his sides, smiling to himself when Evgeni giggled softly and flinched away.
“‘Old still now,” Douglas placed a kiss to the man’s cheek as he leaned to put the soap back, using his hands to distribute the thick foam. He paused briefly before dipping his hand lower, scrubbing the lather into the goaltender’s pubic hair, drawing his hand down the man’s shaft with a few quick strokes. He turned him around carefully with his slippery hands and spread the bubbles over Evgeni’s back as well.
When he came to the cleft of his ass, Douglas paused, knowing he was bound to be sore. As gently as he could, he slipped his fingers between the cheeks, wincing when he felt Evgeni recoil from his touch. The man gasped suddenly, his teeth closing down on Douglas’ collar bone.
“It stings,” Evgeni forced the words through his teeth, tensing back up instantly.
Douglas shushed him calmly, leading him back into the shower and rinsing the suds away, careful to leave no residue behind.
“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t know it was gonna hurtja.”
Evgeni whimpered in response, his face buried in the crook of Douglas’ armpit, his arms wrapped tight around the man’s waist.
“Let’s get you back in your clothes, yea?” He turned off the water as Evgeni nodded, cursing to himself when he realized he’d forgotten to grab the two of them a towel. “‘Ere, put your arm around my neck like before.”
Careful not to slip on the wet tile, Douglas led them back to the locker room, shivering as the cold air met with his damp skin. He grabbed the towel from his hook, wrapping the heavy cotton around Evgeni and rubbing him to warm the man up.
Sitting Evgeni down gently on the stall next to his, Douglas pulled him back up quickly when the smaller man winced in pain. He grabbed a second towel and slipped it underneath the goaltender, setting him back down gently.
“He certainly didn’t go easy on you, did he?” The trace of anger in Douglas’ voice was biting. Once Evgeni had settled, Douglas finally grabbed a towel for himself, rubbing his body down quickly and shaking his hair like a dog. He winked at the other man when he heard Evgeni’s exhausted laugh.
Evgeni closed his eyes against the bright lights while Douglas started to finger-comb his hair. He opened them again when he felt Douglas shaking him gently awake. He stood before him, fully dressed with a pile of clothes in his arms.
“‘Ey, baby. I can’t letcha sleep here. Especially not like that.” Evgeni looked down to note that his towel had fallen around his waist and had flopped open. He blushed as he covered himself back up, taking his shirt from Douglas’ outstretched hand.
“I put your underwear in the wash, yea? They were kinda dirty. And I didn’t wancha to have to put your jeans back on. ‘Ere, I think I can tie these pretty tight,” he squatted in front of Evgeni, opening up the leg of a pair of his own sweatpants, “Shouldn’t fall down on you.”
Shakily, Evgeni got to his feet, his hand bracing himself on Douglas’ shoulder. He daintily lifted a leg and slid his foot into the soft fabric, then the other, and allowed Douglas to pull them up his legs. The larger man tied the drawstring as tight as he could, smiling at the way his sweatpants seemed to swallow Evgeni.
Douglas took the shirt back, finding the neckhole and fitting it over his head, guiding the man’s tired arms through the sleeves.
“‘M gunna take you to my place tunight. You sleep through practice tomorrow and Coach is gunna never letcha live it down.” Evgeni slipped his feet into his tennis shoes and waited patiently while Douglas tidied up the last of their items, taking both his and Evgeni’s bag over his shoulder before helping them both to his car.
Evgeni was startled awake by the slamming of the door as Douglas parked his car in front of the apartment complex.
“Y’know I’d carry you if I didn’t have neighbors,” Douglas laughed as he hobbled up the stairs, Evgeni’s weight on his shoulder slowing him down.
Douglas helped Evgeni to the bedroom, holding him tighter as the man’s head came to rest on his shoulder, his eyes already slipping closed.
With one hand supporting Evgeni, he reached to pull back the comforter and sheets, helping the man gently climb in, careful of his tender bottom. Once Evgeni was curled up on the mattress, Douglas tucked the comforter back over him, sure to wedge each section under the prone body, wrapping him tight in the soft material.
“Iya am not a baby,” Evgeni chuckled as he threw a look over his shoulder. Douglas smiled, but ignored him, only tucking him tighter. “And where are you ghoing to sleep?” The crease of his forehead appeared as his eyes clouded suddenly with worry.
“Jus’ lemme lock the door and I’ll be back.” With a swipe of his wide palm, Douglas brushed Evgeni’s bangs from his forehead before patting his arm reassuringly and heading out the door.
Evgeni waited, trying desperately to keep his eyes open, but succumbing quickly to the lure of sleep. He woke up with a small jolt when the bed dipped, a naked Douglas sinking into bed beside him.
“Forgot you always sleep nhaked,” Evgeni purred softly, untucking himself only to cozy up to the larger body, allowing the man to slip an arm behind his neck and pull him to his chest. Evgeni rested his cheek on Douglas’ shoulder, his arm snaking around the thick waist.
Douglas wrapped his free arm over the goaltender, stroking the man’s upper arm softly as he kissed the top of his head, inhaling the shampoo from earlier.
“‘Aven’t had anybody to sleep with a long time,” Douglas whispered, pulling the goaltender closer to his body, shivering softly when he felt the stir of breath on his chest. Evgeni curled in closer, throwing a sweatpants clad leg over Douglas’ lower half, coiling his lithe body around his companion.
Douglas chuckled faintly, “‘Specially no one as bendable as you.” His hand rubbed Evgeni’s knee, guiding the leg higher until it rested against his pelvis.
Evgeni looked up at him when he realized the man was hard.
“No, no,” Douglas shook his head, “It’s nothing. Jus’ missed cuddling with someone is all.”
“You sure?” Evgeni’s voice was prodding, his eyes not nearly as clouded with sleep as they had been. The arm twisted over Douglas’ waist crept down until his reddened wrist was brushing against the thick shaft. Douglas’ breathing hitched briefly in his throat and he couldn’t hide the soft upward push of his hips.
“Baby,” he said it like a warning, but the words died in his throat. Evgeni continued the movement, his face burying into the flushed skin of Douglas’ neck, his hand wrapping loosely around the hardening cock.
Evgeni continued to kiss at Douglas’ neck, his nose pressing encouragingly into the soft skin behind his ear, fingers making quick work at the head of the dick.
“It’s gunna make a mess,” Douglas protested softly.
When Evgeni made no effort to stop, he pulled away just enough to grab a tissue from the nightstand, throwing back the comforter to expose the goaltender’s swift-moving hand. Douglas grunted as he watched the talented fingers work him over in much the same way he’d demand from him on those late night visits to the Evgeni’s room.
Those were times when Evgeni wanted to be dominated, fucked and forced to do anything Douglas wanted him to, afterwards crawling into bed and asking Douglas with wide eyes to stay with him. But this was different. This was a calm, mutual exchange, no cursing, no coercing. Evgeni’s face nuzzled into his hairline and the warm breath tickled his goosepimpled flesh. Fingertips grazed over the flushed head of Douglas’ cock over and over, while Evgeni’s nose still prodded sensually at the mottled skin.
One perfectly placed, sloppy kiss to his temple and Douglas was jerking his hips, fisting the tissues at the slit of his dick, absorbing the surge of come as Evgeni stroked him off.
The goaltender kissed him again, melting back down to rest on his shoulder, his hand allowing the softening cock to relax back down to Douglas’ stomach. Douglas tossed the wad of tissues to the floor to be cleaned up later and covered the both of them back up, squeezing Evgeni into a tight embrace, cuddling him close.
“Thank you,” Evgeni whispered finally, just as Douglas was beginning to surrender to his own exhaustion.
“What? Why are you thankin’ me?” He yawned sleepily; the exhale lost in Evgeni’s mussed hair.
“Just because. You uhnderstand.” Evgeni didn’t need to say any more. His eyes slipped closed when he felt Douglas kiss his forehead and this time, he wasn’t awoken until morning.
--THE END--
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