Round Robin

My breath caught in my chest when I found out he was one of the other goalies on the national team. I've seen him a couple times in the past five years, and we've only exchanged polite nods. Nothing that could lead anyone to speculate. Now we're on the same team and there's no avoiding that conversation. I'm second-string and he's third, which means he and I are going to be spending a lot of time together on the bench.

Like now.

"Hey Nick," he says.

"Hey Jason," I say back.

That's all we say during practice.

But I can tell Jason's stealing glances at me, because I'm doing the same to him. His beard's the shortest I've seen it, dark brown with tinges of gold and red. Brown eyes focused on the skaters on the ice. They flick over to me and I switch my gaze to the ice, too.

Once we've met with the coach--and our starting goalie, Cole--it's back to the locker room for showers. I'm trying not to think about the last time I showered in the same room as Jason and I'm failing miserably. Thinking about how he looked with soap dripping down his body, bubbles on the--

"Nick," Cole says from across the locker room.

I shake my head quickly. "Yeah?"

"You wanna get beers after we're done? With me and Jason."

"Oh," I say. "Sure."

Beers.

I can do that.

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Sitting across a bar booth from a man I've been inside isn't something I'm used to. I'm not really a relationship guy, partly because a relationship with a man would cause intense scrutiny from the league, but also because I don't really know how they're supposed to work. But if it's any consolation, Jason also looks somewhat uncomfortable with this, drinking his beer and avoiding my eyes. That's fine. I don't think I could stare into his right now, either.

Cole's plenty chatty about the upcoming tournament, so conversation is easy. We joke around, and eventually I feel my shoulders relax.

Then Cole excuses himself to the bathroom.

Jason's eyes meet mine for the first time.

"You look good," he says quietly.

"Oh-- uh-- thanks." I can feel my ears turning red. "You too."

He looks away. God fucking damn it he's fine. I want him again, and I know I do, but I can't bring any words to my lips. I take a sip of beer instead. He does the same.

We don't speak again.

"You guys got quiet," Cole says, slipping back into the booth and wrapping a casual arm around Jason. Something catches in my throat.

"Sorry," I say. "Standing on business."

"Yeah," Jason laughs.

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It's 1am. I can't sleep, and I don't think it's jitters about the game. Images flick through my mind, unbidden, of Jason coming to my hotel room, staring up at me with his puppy-dog eyes. My hand finds its way down under the covers, traces over the bulge in my briefs. If he were here right now, the things I'd--

Someone knocks on my door.

Do dreams come true?

Cautiously, I extricate myself from the covers. Pull on a t shirt from the floor. Walk toward the door and look through the peephole.

Dreams do come true.

I open the door and Jason looks up. Puppy-dog eyes and all. He's in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t shirt.

"I couldn't sleep," he says.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Come in," I manage.

He steps into my hotel room, and I shut the door behind him. We stand in the semi-darkness, listening to each other breathe. Waiting.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he says.

Something breaks inside me. I grab him by the hips, pushing him firmly into the wall. My mouth finds his in the dark and we kiss like we never left that 2020 hotel room. Like we never had other lovers in the past five years.

His hands start groping through my hair, and I pull back. "Damn it," I whisper.

"Sorry," he whispers back. I don't know why we're whispering but his husky voice sounds hot as fuck. "You okay?"

"More than fucking okay." Our faces are inches apart in the dark. "Are you?"

He kisses me in response, pulling my body back into his. My hand traces up his side, across his chest, eventually coming to a stop at the base of his throat. The whimpers he lets into my mouth are delicious. I wrap my hand gently around his neck, and those whimpers turn to full moans.

I need to see this. I stop kissing Jason long enough to grab at the light switch by the door. Illuminated, he's breathing heavily, his cheeks pink, his eyes full of longing. He's so hot that my knees feel weak.

"Come to bed," I manage to say.

We kiss and stumble to the bed, shedding our t shirts somewhere along the way. His chest feels warm against mine, and I can feel his heart pound.

When we get to the bed itself, I flip him around, pushing him onto the mattress on his stomach. He groans in response, and I shimmy his sweatpants over his hips and thighs. God, his thighs. Then finally his pants are off and he's nude and prone, panting slightly, waiting for me to touch him. He's so vulnerable, and I am so damn hard watching his back rise and fall with his breathing.

"Up," I say, pulling at his hipbones a little. He responds immediately, bringing his hips up and his gorgeous cock into view. I crawl onto the bed behind him, letting my breath gently warm him, then wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and give a long suck.

Even facedown on the bed, the sound coming from his mouth is enough to drive me insane. I moan back at him, bobbing my head on his tip, caressing him with my tongue. He dribbles precum in my mouth and I swallow it, then pull my face away, leaving him dripping and shaking.

I can't wait any longer. My boxers fall to the floor. The lube is--thank God--in the top pocket of my suitcase. Jason's ass is still up in the air as I settle myself between his spread legs. I pull his body up to mine gently, putting my lips next to his ear.

"You still are a good goalie, right?" I ask.

"Please just fuck me," he says through his teeth.

"Sounds like you are." I don't move, instead letting a lubed finger probe at his hole. "You wanna prove that you are?"

"Nick, I swear to fucking God," he moans, and him saying my name jerks me out of whatever game I'm playing. I lean back, letting his body collapse to bed. Lube up my cock, spit on his tight little hole, and slowly push in.

Jason's hands grab at the sheets. I thrust in until I'm fully sheathed in his ass, then let out a deep breath. He feels amazing wrapped around me. But he's also squirming underneath me. I pull out, slowly, until I'm barely inside him, then push in again.

"Fuck, Nick, please." He turns his head and looks up at me. Those fucking eyes. I'm so close to losing control. "Please," he says again.

"Please what?" I manage.

"Fuck," Jason says, and he starts bouncing his ass against me. Grinding his hips. Pushing me past where I can form a complete thought.

I grab his hips and fuck him. I know I've lost control because I'm practically growling. He's whimpering beneath me, reaching back for his cock so he can stroke himself off while he bounces his ass against me.

The orgasm builds fast. "Gonna cum," I get out. My grip on his hips tightens.

"Fuck," he moans, and I cum hard. I feel myself pulsing inside him, his walls squeezing every drop out.

He's still stroking his cock, his arm bent back awkwardly under his body.

"Let me get that," I mutter, reaching around for the lube. Once my hand is slathered it's wrapped around him, pumping. It doesn't take long until he's clenching his ass around my cock, moaning, shooting spurts of cum down onto the sheets.

We're quiet for a moment then. Sticky and naked and locked together, just like we were five years ago.

"You're still a good goalie," I finally say.

Jason lets out a half-laugh, half-moan. "Takes one to know one." He eases off my cock. "Sorry I ruined your sheets."

I look down at the mess on the bed and shrug.

"You wanna sleep over?" he asks.

I weigh my options. How much sleep we'll get. Whether anyone will notice.

"I'd like that," I reply.