February 2026
The game ended at 3 – 1 for Ottawa, God damn Ottawa, they've been on fire since Shane got signed with them. I head to the locker room where J.J, Hayden and the rest of the team are waiting.
"you good there Marcus? That hit looked like it hurt" Hyden was right, I took a puck to the face halfway through the second period the team doctor said nothing was broken but I could've sworn it hit the cross bar of my mask that sure was broken.
"I'm fine it's nothing that hasn't happened before" I lied, I'm not fine. I flunked a save before being taken off which allowed Ilya fucking Rozonov to score, and I had agreed to meet one of the refs Leo Gabrain, who I had been hooking up with for about 3 months now so at least that's something to look forward to.
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I finally get back to my hotel I alongside my entire team was forced to wear those god damn suits from the arena before going to see Gabrain I change and fix my hair. Once I look presentable, I head to his room, as I am J.J is walking to the elevator he doesn't seem to notice me, but I think he's going to... celebrate our loss? Or just go do someone, I couldn't care less anyway.
I check the room number from the one Gabrain texted me is the same as on the door and knock, and there he is his blonde hair laired beautifully underneath his top layer of brown, his ivory skin glowing as the light from the hallway spills into his hotel room and his eyes, those gorgeous eyes one a beautiful ocean blue the other a mix of an earthy soil colour and that same ocean blue as the other, my eyes travel down his neck to his muscular arms and finally to his legs, he noticed my staring and finally spoke up.
"are you coming inside? Because if you keep standing there someone is going to see you" Gabrain's voice proves he's just as impatient as me at the moment, his voice is husky and rough with need so I force myself to draw my attention away from his growing hard and nod, he pulls me inside by my arm and once the door clicks shut I feel the strong press of his lips on mine.
"Gabrain... god" I gasp out while he kisses me, his hand trails up my back, I had changed into a plan white shirt so I can feel each brush of his hands against me, he's still wearing the suit he had left the arena in but now because of me the shirt is slightly wrinkled and untucked from his waistband. I slide my hand up his back like he is doing to me and tangle my hands in the blonde part of his hair, he pulls back to breath and looks at me with hunger in his eyes.
"I know you didn't just come here to kiss me..." he moves his hand from my back under my shirt and up to my chest "how about you take this off and I can get a good look at you properly, how does that sound?" I nod and help him remove my shirt it falls to the floor allowing him full access to my chest and torso. Instead of immediately going into bite, or kiss, or heck even mark, he dragged me to his hotel bedroom where he had a bottle of lube on display next to his bed.
He takes a seat on the bed and undoes his fly, slowly, deliberately. He gets it undone and sits there waiting for me to make my next move. He lays on his back as I start to walk over to him when I'm on top of him, he pulls me in for a kiss this one longer and more begging then the last, he begins to trail his lips down my neck and to my chest, I move my hand to the buttons on the front of his shirt. With this touch his back arches pushing his chest against my body.
"Jesus Christ... please get this off me already" his voice is begging me to please him, and I will be here to please him all night if he needs.
"Tell me what you need, I'm here for what you need" I undo his shirt buttons while he presses his chest into my palm "god... you're so sweet" and with that his shirt was off and, on the floor, my hands had full access to his gorgeous chest. I move my lips down onto his neck and chest, my hand moves down his body to his pants to take them off fully, once my hand brushes his cock, I feel how stiff it is. It feels rock hard in my hand so I slip my hand into his boxers so I can help him with this, as soon as my hand makes contact with his dick he writhes under me.
"oh... my, shit... Cooper," he starts moving his hips as if he's trying to fuck my hand. God, I need to fuck him. So, I sit him up finish taking his boxers off he's already leaking for me, white beads of pre come already dripping.
"Gabrain please tell me you have condoms as well as that lube, because if you do, I am itching to use them." He tries to point to a pack that I hadn't noticed before that is sitting on the side table. Thank god he bought them. He lets me sit up to let me undo my own pants and underwear once I'm naked and in front of him I make a show of putting the condom on, I put lube onto my now covered dick as I do he moves his body to the end of the bed I can tell he's trying not to whimper so I decide to help him I move my hand toward his hole and let one finger into him, allowing him to take his time to open up so he can take me. Once he got to 3 fingers I pull them out and line up so I can push inside him once, when I'm inside I let him adjust which he's used to after these 3 months, I start feeling him get looser and I begin thrusting in and out of him, he feels great around me and god am I gonna miss this when we're apart.
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"Whew... god that was amazing, you're always amazing" Gabrain says his voice hoarse from moaning, but holy shit he's so hot "I'm gonna miss you... do you want to stay here tonight?" I don't know what to say or what I can say because I'm fully aware he's blissed out and not thinking right but I say yes. I say yes. And I cuddle up to him, I spoon him from behind letting his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
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Fanfiction!!TW!! mentions of depression, a mothers abandonment of her family, slight mentions of body dysmorphia, mentions of attempted suicide, homophobia, small mentions of sexual assault A closeted hockey player has been finding it hard to keep this thing...
