The Roster (Devin Setoguchi/Patrick Marleau; Devin/Torrey Michell)
Title: The Roster (1/??)
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing: Devin Setoguchi/Jamie McGinn; Devin/Patrick Marleau; Devin/Torrey Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Devin has a little bet going with himself, when it backfires a bit he looks to Torrey for help.
Author's Note: revuko wanted porn. I promised something short, and then suddenly it was WAY long and had parts to it! INSANITY! I'm not a big fan of stuff where the whole team is gay for each other, but... on the other hand... Devin's got himself big dreams okay? I'm not gonna dash them before he gets to realize them.
Edited by: revuko
Devin was pacing around the room when Torrey stepped into the apartment, returning from rehab.
"What are you doing?" He wasn't expecting Devin to be home, much less home by himself. With Jamie up from Worcester, the two had been all but apart long enough to take a piss for the last week.
"I fucked up," Devin stopped pacing and turned to look at Torrey. "Like, very, very seriously."
Torrey felt a hot wave of panic rush through him. "Please tell me that you didn't hit someone with your car."
"No!"
"Did you hit someone with your fist?"
"No."
"Is anyone anywhere physically injured because of something you did?"
"Christ, Torrey, I'm not a fucking monster!"
The sigh of relief that escaped Torrey's lungs was audible even over the clatter of his car keys being dropped into the dish by the door.
"Then what did you do?"
"Okay, I'm going to tell you something and you have to just listen, okay? Don't say anything, don't move, don't make that weird face with the eyebrows that you do, just listen."
"Um..." before Torrey could decide if he wanted to get into this or not, Devin was grabbing him by the shoulder and hauling him down onto the sofa.
"Just sit there, okay?"
Torrey nodded as calmly as he could, but he knew whatever Devin was about to say was going to be cause for alarm. Devin was cool as cucumber about everything, Torrey wasn't sure he'd ever seen him visibly nervous about something, let alone like this.
"Okay, so I have, I guess it's sort of like this thing, a goal or something, it's kinda dumb and I came up with it when I was bored but then somehow it turned into this real actual thing that I do and I can't really stop before I'm done, because that would be lame so I just... yeah, okay. Anyway. Anyway."
Torrey blinked a few times and waited for Devin to continue.
"So, I'm sort of trying to... I guess the word for it, what you would call it, like, if you were gonna talk about it, is... shit. Okay. I don't have a problem talking about this, it's just, what happened earlier and now I don't really know what to think because, I guess I… ugh."
Devin took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands.
"I'm trying to hook up with all the guys on the roster. To see if I can, just for fun." He looked up to see Torrey's face and Torrey hoped he wasn't doing that thing with the eyebrows, whatever that was. Devin looked at him with a horrific expression of his own. He was probably making that eyebrow face. Crap. But to his surprise, Devin continued.
"And I kissed Jamie. And he freaked. Like, punched-me-in-the-face-and-bounced freaked. And I... Torrey, I fucked up. I didn't think he was gonna do that. He hit me, then he called me all this shit and threw the fucking Playstation remote at me, I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going to happen, Torr."
Torrey's mind was racing a million ways at once and by the time he finally processed everything, he'd realized that it had been at least five minutes and Devin hadn't had anything else to say. Then he noticed the nice shiner forming on Devin’s orbital, and he realized that must’ve been where Jamie socked him.
"You can, um, you can say something now. I guess."
He had a lot of choices in his mind for what the first thing out of his mouth would be, but when he looked up at Devin, he saw that he was brushing away a tear and suddenly nothing he'd planned seemed right. Torrey rose to his feet and scooted in next to Devin on the lounger, where he had collapsed.
"Are you okay?" Torrey's voice croaked out of his mouth.
"I kinda liked him," Devin rubbed his palm over the knee of his jeans and blinked his eyes furiously. He was obviously trying to hide the fact that he was crying, even though Torrey was sure Devin knew he’d already seen. “The others were just, like I said, to see if I could, you know?”
Torrey nodded, but he didn’t know at all. He would never put himself out there like that and risk getting rejected.
“I meant, um,” he indicated the swelling purple welt around Devin’s cheekbone.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Devin laughed quietly and touched the spot gingerly with his fingers. “Forgot all about that. Fuck, he got me good, eh?”
Torrey popped up from the couch to get something from the freezer to stop the swelling. He could hear Devin sniffle and wipe the remaining moisture of tears from his face.
He was disappointed to find that Devin hadn’t put the sportspacks back in the freezer from the night before when he’d come back stiff from practice, and now Torrey had to hope that something else he could find would be just as affective.
When he returned with a bag of frozen peas, which he was sure had been in there since Devin’s sister’s last visit, probably freezer burned to within an inch of edibility, Devin had moved over the sofa to make more room for Torrey to sit next to him.
The wave of disappointment at the loss of proximity caught him only slightly off guard.
He’d had time to process a bit more of what Devin had admitted while away and had a few things he wanted to ask. He settled in next to his roommate and held the cold bag to his face.
The silence was back, interrupted only occasionally by Devin’s dying sniffles.
"So are you, like, into guys? Like exclusively?" Torrey thought back to the numerous women that were in and out of the apartment all summer, finding himself questioning his memories. Had he missed something? Were there really not as many as he remembered? Had Devin seemed jaded or annoyed or ever indicated that he was anything less than entirely enthusiastic about them?
"No, shit. I don't know. I haven't... I just thought it might be fun." Torrey wasn't sure he understood but didn't want Devin to have to clarify his thoughts now. That wasn't exactly the most pressing of matters.
"No, it's okay, Dev. You don't have to explain yourself." The pause between was the heavy and thick. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah," Devin picked at his thumbnail anxiously.
"So, you're... working your way through the roster. Is that... like, did you just start with Jamie or, um... have you... with the other guys... at all?" He cringed at the fragmented nature of his question but hoped Devin understood.
"Yeah, with some of the others. I mean, Jamie was the only one that turned me down. Fucking sucks he's the only one that I actually kinda liked, too."
"Who?" Torrey was desperately curious to know, hopeful that Devin wasn't suddenly going to get shy about his conquests all of a sudden.
The crooked little smile now playing across Devin’s lips told him that he was safe from having that happen.
“How much detail you want?”
It wasn’t a secret, not from himself anyway, that Torrey liked to hear Devin talk about his hookups. For more than just the living vicariously part, which is what he always assumed Devin thought. It was true, yes, but he wasn’t sure that Devin quite understood who Torrey was imagining himself to be in those stories.
Torrey liked Devin in the way that Devin seemed to sort-of-like Jamie. And it was weirdly inevitable, the way Devin flirted, which might explain why Torrey wasn’t too incredibly shocked that his roommate actually turned his flirting into something else. He didn’t really discriminate about who he showered his affections on.
Devin liked to share, and Torrey liked to listen. He liked to hear the way Devin talked dirty as he described what each girl felt like, tasted like, sounded like. He liked that devilish grin when Devin saw how he flushed and teased him for being turned on so visibly. He liked Devin. He wanted to be those girls.
“Um… as much as you remember,” it was the answer he used for the girls to get Devin talking but holy hell, he meant it this time.
“Okay, I’ll give you the list and you tell me which one you want to hear first, okay?”
Torrey nodded vigorously and watched as Devin seemed to wrack his brain for the list.
“Okay so there was Clowie first, which was kind of a surprise and not planned at all, he was really the reason for the list in the first place. Jumbo and Nabby, who were at the same time, so that was different. Pickles,” the chuckle in his breath was discernable, “very awkward, don’t quite recommend dipping your foot into that little pool of neuroses. Patty. Almost Dougie but not quite, so he’s still active. And, um, Cheech.”
Torrey almost choked on his own spit. The captain? The married-as-married-gets captain?!
He looked over to see Devin’s smile growing wider by the minute. Even in his state of vulnerability he loved shocking people.
“Patty?” Torrey finally managed to choke out. “As in Captain Patrick Marleau?”
“You wanna hear that one, don’t you?”
“Fuck! Yeah I do, Devin. What the hell! How the fuck did you - wait, you just kissed him right? You said ‘hook up with’ them, so you only like, kissed him?” Torrey spoke his thoughts out loud.
“So, I was in Montreal for the Young Stars game,” Devin smirked as he ignored Torrey’s questions. “Patty’s wife and his in-laws were in town and for some reason he got the good idea to all get one room together. Not really thinking that it was going to be a situation where he needed a lot of sleep? Maybe, I mean, I don’t really know what he was thinking but whatever it was, he was wrong. Jumbo, Danny and I were getting ready to go out to a bar, naturally,” Devin smiled.
“Naturally,” Torrey agreed.
“Then there he comes, hightailing it out of the room like a bat out of hell. Apparently there was some sort of argument between Christina and her parents and he was getting thrown in the middle. He decided it didn’t concern him, so he told them he was gonna leave for a bit, he’d be back in a few. You know Patty, not one for verbal confrontations.”
Devin shifted a bit, knocking the peas loose from his face. Torrey waited for him to settle before applying them again.
“He was looking for a drink, real bad. Guess it was some ongoing argument from back when she was pregnant with the first kid, I’m not sure. He didn’t really get into it and I didn’t ask. So the four of us are in the hotel bar, other guys are coming in and out and we’re having a great time. Finally, I look over and I realize that Patty is three sheets to the fucking wind right next to me, laughing at every goddamn thing like he’s looking to whore himself to god knows who.
“Maybe that’s just how he is, I don’t know. I’ve never seen him drunk like that before, have you?”
Torrey shook his head. “Not more than like, four, five beers at a team party or something.”
“Yeah, right? So who the hell knows how he is, but Torrey, I swear to you, he was laughing and touching people’s arms like this,” Devin reached out his hand and draped it across Torrey’s shoulders, letting his long fingers drag across the protruding shoulder blades and then trailing them down his back before resting finally on the opposite hip, hand clasped loosely but possessively.
Torrey swallowed audibly and Devin laughed.
“I know right! Fucking hot! But also a little bit weird. He was up on Danny like nobody’s business, but Danny wasn’t exactly sober himself, the fuck if our team can hold their alcohol. It took like, four pulls for me to get him off of the guy when Danny went to go to bed.
“Next thing I know, everyone is gone except me, ‘cause I have no one to get back to who’ll bitch because I’m late, and Patty because he had absolutely no desire to get back to where he was going. By this time, he was touching me like he had been touching Danny,” Devin paused to demonstrate again, letting his fingertips inch under the hem of Torrey’s t-shirt.
“But he was stroking my skin really slowly, like this, just these small, slow circles and he was leaning in really close, so his breath is kinda just fogging up over my skin, really warm. And it was like when you’re leaning in just about to kiss a girl or something, the way he was talking to me.
“I’d had a few myself too, and it was really fucking turning me on, watching him like that. Have you ever really looked at his eyes? Because Patty has some gorgeous eyes, and they were just looking at me really intensely and by this time he had his hand mostly under my shirt, like that,” Devin let his hand mime his words and he rested his open palm over the skin of Torrey’s back.
“His thumb was rubbing my spine, and it felt really good. It was the same kinda situation where you’re at a bar and there’s a girl just fucking begging for you to take her home. Patty was being that girl. And I didn’t know if he was just a flirty drunk or not, but I wanted to explore the options a little, you know?”
Torrey didn’t know at all. He tried to imagine Patty touching him the way Devin was and he just couldn’t. All he could see was Devin’s eyes, and all he could feel was Devin’s hand, stroking up his back, one vertebrae at a time. And he knew that if it was really happening, and Devin wasn’t just describing a story, he still wouldn’t have had the courage to explore the options. He nodded anyhow.
“I convinced him to come upstairs with me, back to my room. The bar was closing anyway and I wasn’t done drinking so I figured I could hit the minibar or something. He acted a lot more sober in the elevator though. Didn’t touch me at all.”
Torrey’s breath hitched in disappointment as Devin pulled his hand away and out from under Torrey’s shit. He hoped that Devin didn’t notice, and likewise hoped he couldn’t tell that Torrey was already part-way hard, his dick just starting to put pressure on the zipper of his jeans.
“We got to my room and I had one of the one bed rooms, with the huge beds, like bigger than a King, and he flopped down on it. Spread out like a starfish or something, taking up the whole bed. There was nowhere else to sit but practically on top of him. I was pushed up right next to him and the way he was lying, his shirt was riding up way from his pants, and there was just this strip of skin showing, like two inches or so. So fucking sexy. And his pants were riding down a little bit, that was a part of it, and his hipbones were hanging out. He’s got those great hipbones, too. The kind that stick right out, just begging you lick ‘em.” Devin paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he recalled.
“He saw me staring, had to have. I wasn’t like, hiding it or anything. Shit, especially not after the way he’d been touching me downstairs. But then he’s got his hand on my knee, with those long fingers of his.”
Again, Devin demonstrated, placing his hand on Torrey’s knee and spreading his fingers wide.
“And his eyes were closed by then, but he was still awake. He was breathing in these hard little gasps, sounds that you’d make if you were getting jerked off or something, ‘cept I hadn’t laid a finger on him yet. Not one, not even at the bar. But he started rubbing those circles again, like the ones on my back, only it was more towards my inseam, like right in here,” Devin let his fingers wander and Torrey’s legs dropped open, spreading to make room.
This was killing him. Devin hadn’t ever touched him before while telling a story of a hookup.
“Not exactly a ‘let’s just sit here and chat’ kinda move is it?” Torrey could only shake his head.
“I know. And I looked back down at that skin, and he is so ripped. You wouldn’t really think it, since he’s not one of those show-off types like Dougie, but Patty’s abs are fucking amazing.
“Then, while I’m looking, I realize that he’s got a sizeable fucking bulge going. I mean, you’ve seen him in the shower, eh? He’s not a little guy, got a pretty generous dick on him even soft. But Torrey, he was pitching a tent for eight down there. I knew if anything, I was gonna at least get to see it, figure out what exactly he’s working with. God knows, Christina isn’t a big woman. I had to at least get a visual.”
Devin’s hands were still rubbing the inseam of Torrey’s jeans, tight circles just above the knee, a fleeting brush at the soft crease behind the knee as well. Torrey bit his lip to quiet his breathing. He knew there was no hiding the hot blush on his cheeks, but Devin was used to that. It was usually the first thing he pointed out when he was detailing a puck bunny victory.
“So I did the first thing I thought of to get the ball rolling.” Devin paused, but he didn’t continue.
“…You kissed him?” Torrey cringed at the way his voice cracked and Devin smirked, leaning to answer.
“Hell no. I took my shirt off.” He laughed and leaned back against the sofa, allowing his wandering fingers to trail up with the movement of his body.
Torrey had long since abandoned holding the bag of peas on Devin’s purpling eye and they were thawing next to him, a small stream of icy water dribbled through his jeans, but Torrey barely noticed.
“I looked right at him, ‘cause he’d opened his eyes when he felt me move, and I lifted my shirt off, up and over my head, tossing it over to the side. And he moaned. It was real quiet, just under his breath, but he did. And his hips pushed up off the bed just the tiniest bit, but the fact that I saw him do it gave me the permission to make him watch me notice his boner. So I made a big show out of it, too. I just stared at his dick, outlined through his jeans.”
Devin reached with his free hand to push Torrey back against the couch as well. Torrey was horrified as he realized that Devin was again miming his actions; staring explicitly at the crotch of Torrey’s jeans and humming approval. Torrey prayed to God that Devin couldn’t see his excitement. He begged and pleaded and urged his own erection to die down, but he knew that the intent gaze from the other man was only making it worse.
Torrey was elated that Devin didn’t mention anything, just continued on the story.
“That’s when I knew I had the go-ahead. I leaned down to his face, and Patty was breathing really hard then, biting his lips so they were really swollen and red and wet and they looked so fucking delicious. And I kissed him. Just a little bit at first, just brushing my lips on his and feeling how soft they were.”
Torrey had to stop himself from staring at Devin’s own lips as he talked. He wanted to know how on Earth Devin could talk about how delicious Patty’s lips looked when Devin’s seemed to be made of fucking velvet. His breath caught in his throat again and it was silent long enough for Torrey to hear Devin’s breath hitch as well. Christ, sitting this close to him while they were both turned on as hell was driving him crazy.
“D-did you touch him?” Torrey couldn’t believe he spoke. But he wanted Devin to get there, he wanted him to talk about touching Patty so he could imagine it was him; easier than it was to imagine he was those stupid fucking girls.
“I thought you wanted the details?”
“I want you to touch him,” Torrey felt like he was someone else.
“Fuck, I wanted to touch him too. Badly. We’d been kissing for a bit, and he was grabbing my chest and then he pulls back and goes, ‘Suck me.’”
“That’s what he said?”
“Yeah, just like that, breathy and hot. And I couldn’t say no, I didn’t want to say no. So I reached down, and he was still under me at this point, and I undid his jeans and it was really difficult to do because he was so fucking hard at that point. But I got the zipper down and pulled his pants to his ankles and his boxers to his knees. Torrey, he is fucking hung like you would not believe. And thick as hell. You really wouldn’t think it but he has one of the most gorgeous cocks you will ever see.
“And it was curved up toward his face, past his damned bellybutton even, red and just dripping, dripping so much it was smearing on his stomach in this arc, every time he moved. And god, his foreskin was stretched back and, I know you’ve got your own and stuff, but it’s so fucking soft, they all are, and I had to touch it, and I had to see how thick and heavy he was. And I finally closed my hand around him and I was shaking at that point, couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to touch him or taste him.”
Torrey’s brain sputtered and nearly died when he heard Devin mention his dick. Christ, he was so hard now it was almost painful but he knew if he readjusted that Devin would see, even if there was hardly any way at all that he hadn’t already. Just the thought of Devin looking at him in the locker room or in the showers when Torrey wasn’t paying attention, and the fact that he seemed to remember well enough what he looked like, what Patty looked like soft. He wanted Devin to touch him, to want to touch him as badly as he seemed to be drooling over Patty, then and now.
“He’s so huge, Torr. So hot, too. Just all this warm skin and I had to start stroking him, up and down, pulling the foreskin over the tip and back down, the little bead of precome at the tip getting bigger each time I did. And he was this wonderful rosy color, all of his veins just visible through the skin, some of them bulging up. So I was rubbing the pad of my thumb over his slit, getting the bead to settle, kinda slick it around a bit.
“And he was writhing. Pushing his hips into my hand and begging me, ‘harder, harder, faster, suck it, please,’ and I swear I almost passed out. But that shiny little arc on his belly, it was still there, fucking begging to be cleaned up, so I lifted his cock straight up into the air, away from his stomach and I leaned and just licked it right up with my tongue.
“He really lost it then; moaned so loud I had put my free hand up to cover his mouth to calm him down. But somehow he got my fingers worked into his mouth from there and he was sucking on my fingers and I was the one that needed to be calmed down. He was pulling his head back and swallowing them down, fellating my whole goddamned hand, showing me what he wanted me to do to him. And I could barely even stand it at that point, I was-,”
Torrey’s mouth was on Devin’s before he could finish his sentence. He couldn’t take it. Devin talking about touching a man like that, how bad he wanted it, the way his hand was still gliding up and down Torrey’s inner thigh. He didn’t care about not being that type, like Devin was, not caring about facing rejection. It was all fucking worth it if he could just taste his mouth; finally feel those shiny pink lips pushing into his.
Devin had his hands wrapped around Torrey’s hips and was hauling him up to straddle his lap before Torrey had really even processed that he was doing it, he was kissing Devin. But at that point, he’d already lost most of the control over the situation. Devin was pulling him closer, Torrey’s aching cock finally getting some relief when the bulge pressed maddeningly into Devin’s own. God, he’d been so wrapped up in hiding himself he hadn’t even thought to look down at his roommate.
“You interrupted me,” Devin panted into Torrey’s lips, his hips pushing up to add more pressure to where they were still brushing against one another.
Torrey still felt like he was watching himself in a dream, outside of his body, the way he was squirming in Devin’s arms trying to get more pressure and contact on his straining cock.
“Why didn’t you pick me?” He swallowed hard and pulled back enough to look into Devin’s dark, searching eyes.
“Whudduya mean?” Devin was still pawing at his back, fingers just slipping under the stretched cotton of his shirt.
“You’re working through the team. You live with me, Dev. Why didn’t… why haven’t you… with me?”
Devin got very quiet, his fingers stilled just as they were about to dip under the top of Torrey’s pants and he tried to push back to get him to continue, but Devin held fast.
“Torr, I…,” Devin sighed, his shaking body finally stilling. Torrey was afraid he was going to cry again and this suddenly felt like the absolute worst of ideas.
“Please, tell me.” He tried to catch Devin’s gaze but the other man kept avoiding him. “Devin, we share everything. I don’t understand.” Torrey started to panic a bit when one possible answer wriggled its way into the forefront of his mind. “Do you not like me like that? You like Jamie, don’t you.”
He tried to untangle himself from Devin’s lap, but the hands on him squeezed hard.
“God, no. Torrey, fuck him.”
“Then what?” Devin took a deep breath.
“You get so fucking hot about those club girls. All summer, shit. You were practically drooling when I told you about ‘em. Hell, half the reason I kept bringing them home was so I’d have a new story for you. So I could watch you all flustered while you thought about it.” Devin let go of Torrey and ran his hands through his hair, wincing slightly when he brushed against the bruise on his cheekbone.
“I assumed you of all the guys would be the least likely to go for it. Not like I don’t throw myself at you enough. Figured if you were interested you’d have taken the bait already.”
Torrey was speechless and he supposed Devin must have noticed, because he kept going, not waiting for Torrey’s mind to settle.
“I waited… shit. I waited so long for Jamie ‘cause I liked him and that shit just hit the fan. He was like, the testing waters guy. Torr,” Devin took a deep breath and Torrey could feel his blood chill. He wanted Devin to just spit it out. “I really like you, Torr. The other guys on the team coulda turned me down, Jamie coulda fucking socked me in the eye. But I swear if I tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it? God, I didn’t know what I would do.”
Devin wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes trained out the window on something and it took a bit for Torrey to realize it was his attempt at killing the tears now welling in his eyes.
“I like you Devin. Fuck those girls, I didn’t care about them. I just wanted to hear you tell me about them, talk fucking filthy like you do, so I could pretend for maybe just a second that I could ever have you like that. I’m not like you, I don’t just go up to people when I think they’re interested. And since I’d seen you do it a million times… I just thought you were teasing me, when I got all red like that. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” The words punched out of him in a rush before he had time to think it through. He just wanted Devin to look at him again, touch him again.
“Jamie is a fucking idiot, okay? I’ve always thought that. He doesn’t listen to you, he doesn’t care what you want to do, he’s a Worcester scrub for christssake! And I’m sorry that you liked him and he was a jackass, but Devin, my god, he fucking hit you?! How hard would it have been to just push you away and say no?! He hit you! Who the fuck does that!?” Finally Devin was looking at him again, that desperate look of sadness fading.
This time it was Devin interrupting him, grabbing Torrey around his neck and pulling him down into another kiss, their tongues tangling together in Torrey’s mouth. Torrey was instantly hard again, using his position to grind back down on Devin’s lap.
He couldn’t stop the moan bubbling up in this throat. He was finally getting to kiss Devin, to feel his gorgeous lips. Torrey sucked Devin’s lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over the soft pink skin. He could feel Devin’s hands wandering down from his neck, down his sides to grip his hips firmly, driving their erections together harder and more forcefully than Torrey’s rocking was able to.
Devin ripped from this kiss abruptly, the devilish grin from before was back and bigger than ever.
“Wanna hear the rest of the story?”
“Fuck, yes,” Torrey’s lips latched on to the side of Devin’s neck and he continued his assault on the flushed skin there.
“Okay so, guh, shit Torr, that’s good.”
“Yeah?” Torrey bit down on Devin’s earlobe again, grazing his tongue over it before he let go.
“Fuck. Okay. Where was I?”
“Patty was sucking on your fingers,” Torrey pulled back long enough to allow Devin to breathe. He was surprised to find that he really was interested in where this story was headed.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that was fucking hot.”
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me, show me what he did. Please?” Torrey had no idea what was getting into him, but he felt braver knowing that the answer wouldn’t be ‘no’.
Devin laced his fingers carefully around Torrey’s wrist, watching intently as he did. His smile grew wide as he brought the trembling fingers to his lips, grazing the pad of Torrey’s index finger over the warm pink skin.
Torrey’s thighs involuntarily squeezed around Devin’s, where he was still straddling him.
Finally he sucked the digits into his mouth, his tongue instantly pressing up to the fingertips.
Torrey’s hips surged forward, bringing his hardened erection into solid, fast contact with Devin’s own. Both of them moaned deeply, the vibrations of Devin’s mouth traveled up Torrey’s arm.
He sucked a little longer and Torrey felt as though he were about to go mad. His hips were thrusting in double-time and he enjoyed the little jolts of pleasure that shot through his body each time they rubbed together. Devin slowly pulled his hand away and Torrey whined in protest.
“I can’t talk with your hand in my mouth,” Devin winked and kissed the dripping fingertips before squeezing them reassuringly.
“Then keep talking.” Devin smiled at the way Torrey’s breath escaped in gasps.
“Patty was curling his tongue over my fingers, licking right in the little bend of the knuckle with the tip, tickling the web between them. Then he starting sucking them, really hard, this squeezing pressure all around. I almost couldn’t focus,” Devin grinned.
“Almost. I knew I had to distract him to get him to stop, so when I knew he wasn’t looking, I ran up the underside of the head with my tongue, gathering the precome from there as well.”
“W-what did he taste like?” Torrey’s throat felt like it had closed up when he tried to speak and the words struggled out.
“So good,” Devin pulled Torrey’s head down so their lips were just barely touching. “Thick and sweet, so fucking sweet, like a goddamn sugar cookie. This rich type of sugary taste. But just a little salty, too, with a hint of, like, blunted lemons. God, he tasted so good. And I knew if he tasted that good before he came, he’d be fucking delicious after he did.”
Torrey captured Devin’s lips in another kiss, almost hoping to find some last remaining traces of that flavor on his lips, but knowing it to be impossible.
“He was too big to take in all the way, so I just started sucking on the tip, really gently at first, like he’d shown me with his own tongue. And my mouth was watering he tasted so good, it was dripping out of my mouth, rolling down the shaft.
“My hand closed around him finally, using the spit to slick him up. He was really hard at that point, probably had been since downstairs with Danny and he was pumping up hard to meet my movements. Each time I sucked, I took him in a little more, letting the head push into the flat part of my tongue.”
Torrey had to stop himself from biting the inside of his cheeks as the iron tang of blood met with his tongue.
“My hand glided right over him, too. Big as he was, my fingers just barely wrapping around him, sliding his foreskin up and back. I could tell he was trying to make it last, but I wanted to taste him so badly. I would have begged him to come if he hadn’t soon. I tried to suck it right out of him, running my tongue over his slit. I let my hand do most of the work, stroking him rough like that while I kept up with my tongue at the head.
“He was making amazing grunting noises from the back of his throat and I wanted him to come, I needed him to. One last firm stroke up the length of him and he was right there.”
Torrey whimpered at the thought, picturing Devin curled over Patty as he spilled himself onto Devin’s skilled cherry tongue, his lips swollen from working him over.
“God, he came everywhere. So much. All down my throat. Just as good as I knew it would be. That sweet tang, so thick. With this deep moan, he just let it all go. His hands were in my hair, scratching at my scalp desperately. And he was practically thrashing from the force of it. I swallowed all of it and then there was still more. Like he hadn’t come in weeks.
“His hips starting settling after that and I pulled my head up just enough so he could see me swallow the last bit and that got him going again. His hands tightened in my hair, squeezing at the root and shit it felt so good. I wanted to come too, but I knew he wouldn’t go for that. Instead he pulled me up to kiss again, just devouring his own come from my mouth.”
At this point, Torrey’s hips rocked of their own volition, grinding himself into Devin. He’d been on edge for what felt like hours and all he wanted was to come.
“Come on, Torrey,” Devin read his mind expertly. “Just like this, I’ll keep talking. If you need me to keep talking, come on.”
“Yeah,” Torrey spit out. “Keep… guh.” He couldn’t find the words, already so overwhelmed.
“S’ok, I’m close, too. You keep moving just like that and, shit, I’ll be there with you. ‘Kay?”
“Yeah, just… go. Go.” He urged, almost desperately.
“After he’d licked everything left from my mouth, he pulled back again and said, ‘Clean it up. All of it.’”
“Ugh, Dev.” Torrey’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried to concentrate on the full feeling in his gut, gradually growing larger and larger, threatening to explode, while at the same time watching the images Devin was describing as they flickered on the back of his eyelids.
“I leaned back in and, ugh, Torr, don’t stop, there was one drop of come still dribbling out of the slit, down the shaft. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and made a tight ring, and pulled it up to the tip and let the bead run down over my fingers. When I’d gotten all of it, I let go, and brought my fingers to my lips, lapping all of it up and sucking my fingers until--,”
“Ughn, Dev!” Torrey felt the squeezing in his abdomen relax and then burst as he came hard into his underwear, drilling himself down into Devin’s lap, squeezing his shoulders with the force of the release. He was vaguely aware of Devin trembling below him and opened his eyes just in time to watch the younger man gasp and bite his bottom hip, surging his hips up into the warm, soft expanse of Torrey’s body as he too exploded in his pants.
The two of them ground into each other with each pulse of their orgasm, panting in a desperate attempt to catch their breath.
Torrey settled himself first, thrusting gently when the aftershocks sputtered through his veins. Devin still had his eyes squeezed shut.
“Dev,” Torrey’s voice was nearly lost in his heavy breathing, but Devin’s eyes slowly opened. He smiled another one of his trademark devilish grins before swooping in to kiss Torrey hot and hard on the lips, his tongue once again wrestling for dominance.
“Devin,” Torrey pulled back finally. “What about Jamie?”
“Fuck Jamie. What’s he gonna do, tell the captain?” Devin’s laugh rumbled through his bones and echoed off the walls. Torrey couldn’t help but smile. “‘Sides, I liked you better anyway. He was just the fucking consolation prize.”
-to be continued, ‘cause Devin has got OTHER stories to tell!-
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing: Devin Setoguchi/Jamie McGinn; Devin/Patrick Marleau; Devin/Torrey Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Real people, fake story.
Summary: Devin has a little bet going with himself, when it backfires a bit he looks to Torrey for help.
Author's Note: revuko wanted porn. I promised something short, and then suddenly it was WAY long and had parts to it! INSANITY! I'm not a big fan of stuff where the whole team is gay for each other, but... on the other hand... Devin's got himself big dreams okay? I'm not gonna dash them before he gets to realize them.
Edited by: revuko
Devin was pacing around the room when Torrey stepped into the apartment, returning from rehab.
"What are you doing?" He wasn't expecting Devin to be home, much less home by himself. With Jamie up from Worcester, the two had been all but apart long enough to take a piss for the last week.
"I fucked up," Devin stopped pacing and turned to look at Torrey. "Like, very, very seriously."
Torrey felt a hot wave of panic rush through him. "Please tell me that you didn't hit someone with your car."
"No!"
"Did you hit someone with your fist?"
"No."
"Is anyone anywhere physically injured because of something you did?"
"Christ, Torrey, I'm not a fucking monster!"
The sigh of relief that escaped Torrey's lungs was audible even over the clatter of his car keys being dropped into the dish by the door.
"Then what did you do?"
"Okay, I'm going to tell you something and you have to just listen, okay? Don't say anything, don't move, don't make that weird face with the eyebrows that you do, just listen."
"Um..." before Torrey could decide if he wanted to get into this or not, Devin was grabbing him by the shoulder and hauling him down onto the sofa.
"Just sit there, okay?"
Torrey nodded as calmly as he could, but he knew whatever Devin was about to say was going to be cause for alarm. Devin was cool as cucumber about everything, Torrey wasn't sure he'd ever seen him visibly nervous about something, let alone like this.
"Okay, so I have, I guess it's sort of like this thing, a goal or something, it's kinda dumb and I came up with it when I was bored but then somehow it turned into this real actual thing that I do and I can't really stop before I'm done, because that would be lame so I just... yeah, okay. Anyway. Anyway."
Torrey blinked a few times and waited for Devin to continue.
"So, I'm sort of trying to... I guess the word for it, what you would call it, like, if you were gonna talk about it, is... shit. Okay. I don't have a problem talking about this, it's just, what happened earlier and now I don't really know what to think because, I guess I… ugh."
Devin took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands.
"I'm trying to hook up with all the guys on the roster. To see if I can, just for fun." He looked up to see Torrey's face and Torrey hoped he wasn't doing that thing with the eyebrows, whatever that was. Devin looked at him with a horrific expression of his own. He was probably making that eyebrow face. Crap. But to his surprise, Devin continued.
"And I kissed Jamie. And he freaked. Like, punched-me-in-the-face-and-bounced freaked. And I... Torrey, I fucked up. I didn't think he was gonna do that. He hit me, then he called me all this shit and threw the fucking Playstation remote at me, I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going to happen, Torr."
Torrey's mind was racing a million ways at once and by the time he finally processed everything, he'd realized that it had been at least five minutes and Devin hadn't had anything else to say. Then he noticed the nice shiner forming on Devin’s orbital, and he realized that must’ve been where Jamie socked him.
"You can, um, you can say something now. I guess."
He had a lot of choices in his mind for what the first thing out of his mouth would be, but when he looked up at Devin, he saw that he was brushing away a tear and suddenly nothing he'd planned seemed right. Torrey rose to his feet and scooted in next to Devin on the lounger, where he had collapsed.
"Are you okay?" Torrey's voice croaked out of his mouth.
"I kinda liked him," Devin rubbed his palm over the knee of his jeans and blinked his eyes furiously. He was obviously trying to hide the fact that he was crying, even though Torrey was sure Devin knew he’d already seen. “The others were just, like I said, to see if I could, you know?”
Torrey nodded, but he didn’t know at all. He would never put himself out there like that and risk getting rejected.
“I meant, um,” he indicated the swelling purple welt around Devin’s cheekbone.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Devin laughed quietly and touched the spot gingerly with his fingers. “Forgot all about that. Fuck, he got me good, eh?”
Torrey popped up from the couch to get something from the freezer to stop the swelling. He could hear Devin sniffle and wipe the remaining moisture of tears from his face.
He was disappointed to find that Devin hadn’t put the sportspacks back in the freezer from the night before when he’d come back stiff from practice, and now Torrey had to hope that something else he could find would be just as affective.
When he returned with a bag of frozen peas, which he was sure had been in there since Devin’s sister’s last visit, probably freezer burned to within an inch of edibility, Devin had moved over the sofa to make more room for Torrey to sit next to him.
The wave of disappointment at the loss of proximity caught him only slightly off guard.
He’d had time to process a bit more of what Devin had admitted while away and had a few things he wanted to ask. He settled in next to his roommate and held the cold bag to his face.
The silence was back, interrupted only occasionally by Devin’s dying sniffles.
"So are you, like, into guys? Like exclusively?" Torrey thought back to the numerous women that were in and out of the apartment all summer, finding himself questioning his memories. Had he missed something? Were there really not as many as he remembered? Had Devin seemed jaded or annoyed or ever indicated that he was anything less than entirely enthusiastic about them?
"No, shit. I don't know. I haven't... I just thought it might be fun." Torrey wasn't sure he understood but didn't want Devin to have to clarify his thoughts now. That wasn't exactly the most pressing of matters.
"No, it's okay, Dev. You don't have to explain yourself." The pause between was the heavy and thick. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah," Devin picked at his thumbnail anxiously.
"So, you're... working your way through the roster. Is that... like, did you just start with Jamie or, um... have you... with the other guys... at all?" He cringed at the fragmented nature of his question but hoped Devin understood.
"Yeah, with some of the others. I mean, Jamie was the only one that turned me down. Fucking sucks he's the only one that I actually kinda liked, too."
"Who?" Torrey was desperately curious to know, hopeful that Devin wasn't suddenly going to get shy about his conquests all of a sudden.
The crooked little smile now playing across Devin’s lips told him that he was safe from having that happen.
“How much detail you want?”
It wasn’t a secret, not from himself anyway, that Torrey liked to hear Devin talk about his hookups. For more than just the living vicariously part, which is what he always assumed Devin thought. It was true, yes, but he wasn’t sure that Devin quite understood who Torrey was imagining himself to be in those stories.
Torrey liked Devin in the way that Devin seemed to sort-of-like Jamie. And it was weirdly inevitable, the way Devin flirted, which might explain why Torrey wasn’t too incredibly shocked that his roommate actually turned his flirting into something else. He didn’t really discriminate about who he showered his affections on.
Devin liked to share, and Torrey liked to listen. He liked to hear the way Devin talked dirty as he described what each girl felt like, tasted like, sounded like. He liked that devilish grin when Devin saw how he flushed and teased him for being turned on so visibly. He liked Devin. He wanted to be those girls.
“Um… as much as you remember,” it was the answer he used for the girls to get Devin talking but holy hell, he meant it this time.
“Okay, I’ll give you the list and you tell me which one you want to hear first, okay?”
Torrey nodded vigorously and watched as Devin seemed to wrack his brain for the list.
“Okay so there was Clowie first, which was kind of a surprise and not planned at all, he was really the reason for the list in the first place. Jumbo and Nabby, who were at the same time, so that was different. Pickles,” the chuckle in his breath was discernable, “very awkward, don’t quite recommend dipping your foot into that little pool of neuroses. Patty. Almost Dougie but not quite, so he’s still active. And, um, Cheech.”
Torrey almost choked on his own spit. The captain? The married-as-married-gets captain?!
He looked over to see Devin’s smile growing wider by the minute. Even in his state of vulnerability he loved shocking people.
“Patty?” Torrey finally managed to choke out. “As in Captain Patrick Marleau?”
“You wanna hear that one, don’t you?”
“Fuck! Yeah I do, Devin. What the hell! How the fuck did you - wait, you just kissed him right? You said ‘hook up with’ them, so you only like, kissed him?” Torrey spoke his thoughts out loud.
“So, I was in Montreal for the Young Stars game,” Devin smirked as he ignored Torrey’s questions. “Patty’s wife and his in-laws were in town and for some reason he got the good idea to all get one room together. Not really thinking that it was going to be a situation where he needed a lot of sleep? Maybe, I mean, I don’t really know what he was thinking but whatever it was, he was wrong. Jumbo, Danny and I were getting ready to go out to a bar, naturally,” Devin smiled.
“Naturally,” Torrey agreed.
“Then there he comes, hightailing it out of the room like a bat out of hell. Apparently there was some sort of argument between Christina and her parents and he was getting thrown in the middle. He decided it didn’t concern him, so he told them he was gonna leave for a bit, he’d be back in a few. You know Patty, not one for verbal confrontations.”
Devin shifted a bit, knocking the peas loose from his face. Torrey waited for him to settle before applying them again.
“He was looking for a drink, real bad. Guess it was some ongoing argument from back when she was pregnant with the first kid, I’m not sure. He didn’t really get into it and I didn’t ask. So the four of us are in the hotel bar, other guys are coming in and out and we’re having a great time. Finally, I look over and I realize that Patty is three sheets to the fucking wind right next to me, laughing at every goddamn thing like he’s looking to whore himself to god knows who.
“Maybe that’s just how he is, I don’t know. I’ve never seen him drunk like that before, have you?”
Torrey shook his head. “Not more than like, four, five beers at a team party or something.”
“Yeah, right? So who the hell knows how he is, but Torrey, I swear to you, he was laughing and touching people’s arms like this,” Devin reached out his hand and draped it across Torrey’s shoulders, letting his long fingers drag across the protruding shoulder blades and then trailing them down his back before resting finally on the opposite hip, hand clasped loosely but possessively.
Torrey swallowed audibly and Devin laughed.
“I know right! Fucking hot! But also a little bit weird. He was up on Danny like nobody’s business, but Danny wasn’t exactly sober himself, the fuck if our team can hold their alcohol. It took like, four pulls for me to get him off of the guy when Danny went to go to bed.
“Next thing I know, everyone is gone except me, ‘cause I have no one to get back to who’ll bitch because I’m late, and Patty because he had absolutely no desire to get back to where he was going. By this time, he was touching me like he had been touching Danny,” Devin paused to demonstrate again, letting his fingertips inch under the hem of Torrey’s t-shirt.
“But he was stroking my skin really slowly, like this, just these small, slow circles and he was leaning in really close, so his breath is kinda just fogging up over my skin, really warm. And it was like when you’re leaning in just about to kiss a girl or something, the way he was talking to me.
“I’d had a few myself too, and it was really fucking turning me on, watching him like that. Have you ever really looked at his eyes? Because Patty has some gorgeous eyes, and they were just looking at me really intensely and by this time he had his hand mostly under my shirt, like that,” Devin let his hand mime his words and he rested his open palm over the skin of Torrey’s back.
“His thumb was rubbing my spine, and it felt really good. It was the same kinda situation where you’re at a bar and there’s a girl just fucking begging for you to take her home. Patty was being that girl. And I didn’t know if he was just a flirty drunk or not, but I wanted to explore the options a little, you know?”
Torrey didn’t know at all. He tried to imagine Patty touching him the way Devin was and he just couldn’t. All he could see was Devin’s eyes, and all he could feel was Devin’s hand, stroking up his back, one vertebrae at a time. And he knew that if it was really happening, and Devin wasn’t just describing a story, he still wouldn’t have had the courage to explore the options. He nodded anyhow.
“I convinced him to come upstairs with me, back to my room. The bar was closing anyway and I wasn’t done drinking so I figured I could hit the minibar or something. He acted a lot more sober in the elevator though. Didn’t touch me at all.”
Torrey’s breath hitched in disappointment as Devin pulled his hand away and out from under Torrey’s shit. He hoped that Devin didn’t notice, and likewise hoped he couldn’t tell that Torrey was already part-way hard, his dick just starting to put pressure on the zipper of his jeans.
“We got to my room and I had one of the one bed rooms, with the huge beds, like bigger than a King, and he flopped down on it. Spread out like a starfish or something, taking up the whole bed. There was nowhere else to sit but practically on top of him. I was pushed up right next to him and the way he was lying, his shirt was riding up way from his pants, and there was just this strip of skin showing, like two inches or so. So fucking sexy. And his pants were riding down a little bit, that was a part of it, and his hipbones were hanging out. He’s got those great hipbones, too. The kind that stick right out, just begging you lick ‘em.” Devin paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he recalled.
“He saw me staring, had to have. I wasn’t like, hiding it or anything. Shit, especially not after the way he’d been touching me downstairs. But then he’s got his hand on my knee, with those long fingers of his.”
Again, Devin demonstrated, placing his hand on Torrey’s knee and spreading his fingers wide.
“And his eyes were closed by then, but he was still awake. He was breathing in these hard little gasps, sounds that you’d make if you were getting jerked off or something, ‘cept I hadn’t laid a finger on him yet. Not one, not even at the bar. But he started rubbing those circles again, like the ones on my back, only it was more towards my inseam, like right in here,” Devin let his fingers wander and Torrey’s legs dropped open, spreading to make room.
This was killing him. Devin hadn’t ever touched him before while telling a story of a hookup.
“Not exactly a ‘let’s just sit here and chat’ kinda move is it?” Torrey could only shake his head.
“I know. And I looked back down at that skin, and he is so ripped. You wouldn’t really think it, since he’s not one of those show-off types like Dougie, but Patty’s abs are fucking amazing.
“Then, while I’m looking, I realize that he’s got a sizeable fucking bulge going. I mean, you’ve seen him in the shower, eh? He’s not a little guy, got a pretty generous dick on him even soft. But Torrey, he was pitching a tent for eight down there. I knew if anything, I was gonna at least get to see it, figure out what exactly he’s working with. God knows, Christina isn’t a big woman. I had to at least get a visual.”
Devin’s hands were still rubbing the inseam of Torrey’s jeans, tight circles just above the knee, a fleeting brush at the soft crease behind the knee as well. Torrey bit his lip to quiet his breathing. He knew there was no hiding the hot blush on his cheeks, but Devin was used to that. It was usually the first thing he pointed out when he was detailing a puck bunny victory.
“So I did the first thing I thought of to get the ball rolling.” Devin paused, but he didn’t continue.
“…You kissed him?” Torrey cringed at the way his voice cracked and Devin smirked, leaning to answer.
“Hell no. I took my shirt off.” He laughed and leaned back against the sofa, allowing his wandering fingers to trail up with the movement of his body.
Torrey had long since abandoned holding the bag of peas on Devin’s purpling eye and they were thawing next to him, a small stream of icy water dribbled through his jeans, but Torrey barely noticed.
“I looked right at him, ‘cause he’d opened his eyes when he felt me move, and I lifted my shirt off, up and over my head, tossing it over to the side. And he moaned. It was real quiet, just under his breath, but he did. And his hips pushed up off the bed just the tiniest bit, but the fact that I saw him do it gave me the permission to make him watch me notice his boner. So I made a big show out of it, too. I just stared at his dick, outlined through his jeans.”
Devin reached with his free hand to push Torrey back against the couch as well. Torrey was horrified as he realized that Devin was again miming his actions; staring explicitly at the crotch of Torrey’s jeans and humming approval. Torrey prayed to God that Devin couldn’t see his excitement. He begged and pleaded and urged his own erection to die down, but he knew that the intent gaze from the other man was only making it worse.
Torrey was elated that Devin didn’t mention anything, just continued on the story.
“That’s when I knew I had the go-ahead. I leaned down to his face, and Patty was breathing really hard then, biting his lips so they were really swollen and red and wet and they looked so fucking delicious. And I kissed him. Just a little bit at first, just brushing my lips on his and feeling how soft they were.”
Torrey had to stop himself from staring at Devin’s own lips as he talked. He wanted to know how on Earth Devin could talk about how delicious Patty’s lips looked when Devin’s seemed to be made of fucking velvet. His breath caught in his throat again and it was silent long enough for Torrey to hear Devin’s breath hitch as well. Christ, sitting this close to him while they were both turned on as hell was driving him crazy.
“D-did you touch him?” Torrey couldn’t believe he spoke. But he wanted Devin to get there, he wanted him to talk about touching Patty so he could imagine it was him; easier than it was to imagine he was those stupid fucking girls.
“I thought you wanted the details?”
“I want you to touch him,” Torrey felt like he was someone else.
“Fuck, I wanted to touch him too. Badly. We’d been kissing for a bit, and he was grabbing my chest and then he pulls back and goes, ‘Suck me.’”
“That’s what he said?”
“Yeah, just like that, breathy and hot. And I couldn’t say no, I didn’t want to say no. So I reached down, and he was still under me at this point, and I undid his jeans and it was really difficult to do because he was so fucking hard at that point. But I got the zipper down and pulled his pants to his ankles and his boxers to his knees. Torrey, he is fucking hung like you would not believe. And thick as hell. You really wouldn’t think it but he has one of the most gorgeous cocks you will ever see.
“And it was curved up toward his face, past his damned bellybutton even, red and just dripping, dripping so much it was smearing on his stomach in this arc, every time he moved. And god, his foreskin was stretched back and, I know you’ve got your own and stuff, but it’s so fucking soft, they all are, and I had to touch it, and I had to see how thick and heavy he was. And I finally closed my hand around him and I was shaking at that point, couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to touch him or taste him.”
Torrey’s brain sputtered and nearly died when he heard Devin mention his dick. Christ, he was so hard now it was almost painful but he knew if he readjusted that Devin would see, even if there was hardly any way at all that he hadn’t already. Just the thought of Devin looking at him in the locker room or in the showers when Torrey wasn’t paying attention, and the fact that he seemed to remember well enough what he looked like, what Patty looked like soft. He wanted Devin to touch him, to want to touch him as badly as he seemed to be drooling over Patty, then and now.
“He’s so huge, Torr. So hot, too. Just all this warm skin and I had to start stroking him, up and down, pulling the foreskin over the tip and back down, the little bead of precome at the tip getting bigger each time I did. And he was this wonderful rosy color, all of his veins just visible through the skin, some of them bulging up. So I was rubbing the pad of my thumb over his slit, getting the bead to settle, kinda slick it around a bit.
“And he was writhing. Pushing his hips into my hand and begging me, ‘harder, harder, faster, suck it, please,’ and I swear I almost passed out. But that shiny little arc on his belly, it was still there, fucking begging to be cleaned up, so I lifted his cock straight up into the air, away from his stomach and I leaned and just licked it right up with my tongue.
“He really lost it then; moaned so loud I had put my free hand up to cover his mouth to calm him down. But somehow he got my fingers worked into his mouth from there and he was sucking on my fingers and I was the one that needed to be calmed down. He was pulling his head back and swallowing them down, fellating my whole goddamned hand, showing me what he wanted me to do to him. And I could barely even stand it at that point, I was-,”
Torrey’s mouth was on Devin’s before he could finish his sentence. He couldn’t take it. Devin talking about touching a man like that, how bad he wanted it, the way his hand was still gliding up and down Torrey’s inner thigh. He didn’t care about not being that type, like Devin was, not caring about facing rejection. It was all fucking worth it if he could just taste his mouth; finally feel those shiny pink lips pushing into his.
Devin had his hands wrapped around Torrey’s hips and was hauling him up to straddle his lap before Torrey had really even processed that he was doing it, he was kissing Devin. But at that point, he’d already lost most of the control over the situation. Devin was pulling him closer, Torrey’s aching cock finally getting some relief when the bulge pressed maddeningly into Devin’s own. God, he’d been so wrapped up in hiding himself he hadn’t even thought to look down at his roommate.
“You interrupted me,” Devin panted into Torrey’s lips, his hips pushing up to add more pressure to where they were still brushing against one another.
Torrey still felt like he was watching himself in a dream, outside of his body, the way he was squirming in Devin’s arms trying to get more pressure and contact on his straining cock.
“Why didn’t you pick me?” He swallowed hard and pulled back enough to look into Devin’s dark, searching eyes.
“Whudduya mean?” Devin was still pawing at his back, fingers just slipping under the stretched cotton of his shirt.
“You’re working through the team. You live with me, Dev. Why didn’t… why haven’t you… with me?”
Devin got very quiet, his fingers stilled just as they were about to dip under the top of Torrey’s pants and he tried to push back to get him to continue, but Devin held fast.
“Torr, I…,” Devin sighed, his shaking body finally stilling. Torrey was afraid he was going to cry again and this suddenly felt like the absolute worst of ideas.
“Please, tell me.” He tried to catch Devin’s gaze but the other man kept avoiding him. “Devin, we share everything. I don’t understand.” Torrey started to panic a bit when one possible answer wriggled its way into the forefront of his mind. “Do you not like me like that? You like Jamie, don’t you.”
He tried to untangle himself from Devin’s lap, but the hands on him squeezed hard.
“God, no. Torrey, fuck him.”
“Then what?” Devin took a deep breath.
“You get so fucking hot about those club girls. All summer, shit. You were practically drooling when I told you about ‘em. Hell, half the reason I kept bringing them home was so I’d have a new story for you. So I could watch you all flustered while you thought about it.” Devin let go of Torrey and ran his hands through his hair, wincing slightly when he brushed against the bruise on his cheekbone.
“I assumed you of all the guys would be the least likely to go for it. Not like I don’t throw myself at you enough. Figured if you were interested you’d have taken the bait already.”
Torrey was speechless and he supposed Devin must have noticed, because he kept going, not waiting for Torrey’s mind to settle.
“I waited… shit. I waited so long for Jamie ‘cause I liked him and that shit just hit the fan. He was like, the testing waters guy. Torr,” Devin took a deep breath and Torrey could feel his blood chill. He wanted Devin to just spit it out. “I really like you, Torr. The other guys on the team coulda turned me down, Jamie coulda fucking socked me in the eye. But I swear if I tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it? God, I didn’t know what I would do.”
Devin wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes trained out the window on something and it took a bit for Torrey to realize it was his attempt at killing the tears now welling in his eyes.
“I like you Devin. Fuck those girls, I didn’t care about them. I just wanted to hear you tell me about them, talk fucking filthy like you do, so I could pretend for maybe just a second that I could ever have you like that. I’m not like you, I don’t just go up to people when I think they’re interested. And since I’d seen you do it a million times… I just thought you were teasing me, when I got all red like that. I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” The words punched out of him in a rush before he had time to think it through. He just wanted Devin to look at him again, touch him again.
“Jamie is a fucking idiot, okay? I’ve always thought that. He doesn’t listen to you, he doesn’t care what you want to do, he’s a Worcester scrub for christssake! And I’m sorry that you liked him and he was a jackass, but Devin, my god, he fucking hit you?! How hard would it have been to just push you away and say no?! He hit you! Who the fuck does that!?” Finally Devin was looking at him again, that desperate look of sadness fading.
This time it was Devin interrupting him, grabbing Torrey around his neck and pulling him down into another kiss, their tongues tangling together in Torrey’s mouth. Torrey was instantly hard again, using his position to grind back down on Devin’s lap.
He couldn’t stop the moan bubbling up in this throat. He was finally getting to kiss Devin, to feel his gorgeous lips. Torrey sucked Devin’s lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over the soft pink skin. He could feel Devin’s hands wandering down from his neck, down his sides to grip his hips firmly, driving their erections together harder and more forcefully than Torrey’s rocking was able to.
Devin ripped from this kiss abruptly, the devilish grin from before was back and bigger than ever.
“Wanna hear the rest of the story?”
“Fuck, yes,” Torrey’s lips latched on to the side of Devin’s neck and he continued his assault on the flushed skin there.
“Okay so, guh, shit Torr, that’s good.”
“Yeah?” Torrey bit down on Devin’s earlobe again, grazing his tongue over it before he let go.
“Fuck. Okay. Where was I?”
“Patty was sucking on your fingers,” Torrey pulled back long enough to allow Devin to breathe. He was surprised to find that he really was interested in where this story was headed.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that was fucking hot.”
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me, show me what he did. Please?” Torrey had no idea what was getting into him, but he felt braver knowing that the answer wouldn’t be ‘no’.
Devin laced his fingers carefully around Torrey’s wrist, watching intently as he did. His smile grew wide as he brought the trembling fingers to his lips, grazing the pad of Torrey’s index finger over the warm pink skin.
Torrey’s thighs involuntarily squeezed around Devin’s, where he was still straddling him.
Finally he sucked the digits into his mouth, his tongue instantly pressing up to the fingertips.
Torrey’s hips surged forward, bringing his hardened erection into solid, fast contact with Devin’s own. Both of them moaned deeply, the vibrations of Devin’s mouth traveled up Torrey’s arm.
He sucked a little longer and Torrey felt as though he were about to go mad. His hips were thrusting in double-time and he enjoyed the little jolts of pleasure that shot through his body each time they rubbed together. Devin slowly pulled his hand away and Torrey whined in protest.
“I can’t talk with your hand in my mouth,” Devin winked and kissed the dripping fingertips before squeezing them reassuringly.
“Then keep talking.” Devin smiled at the way Torrey’s breath escaped in gasps.
“Patty was curling his tongue over my fingers, licking right in the little bend of the knuckle with the tip, tickling the web between them. Then he starting sucking them, really hard, this squeezing pressure all around. I almost couldn’t focus,” Devin grinned.
“Almost. I knew I had to distract him to get him to stop, so when I knew he wasn’t looking, I ran up the underside of the head with my tongue, gathering the precome from there as well.”
“W-what did he taste like?” Torrey’s throat felt like it had closed up when he tried to speak and the words struggled out.
“So good,” Devin pulled Torrey’s head down so their lips were just barely touching. “Thick and sweet, so fucking sweet, like a goddamn sugar cookie. This rich type of sugary taste. But just a little salty, too, with a hint of, like, blunted lemons. God, he tasted so good. And I knew if he tasted that good before he came, he’d be fucking delicious after he did.”
Torrey captured Devin’s lips in another kiss, almost hoping to find some last remaining traces of that flavor on his lips, but knowing it to be impossible.
“He was too big to take in all the way, so I just started sucking on the tip, really gently at first, like he’d shown me with his own tongue. And my mouth was watering he tasted so good, it was dripping out of my mouth, rolling down the shaft.
“My hand closed around him finally, using the spit to slick him up. He was really hard at that point, probably had been since downstairs with Danny and he was pumping up hard to meet my movements. Each time I sucked, I took him in a little more, letting the head push into the flat part of my tongue.”
Torrey had to stop himself from biting the inside of his cheeks as the iron tang of blood met with his tongue.
“My hand glided right over him, too. Big as he was, my fingers just barely wrapping around him, sliding his foreskin up and back. I could tell he was trying to make it last, but I wanted to taste him so badly. I would have begged him to come if he hadn’t soon. I tried to suck it right out of him, running my tongue over his slit. I let my hand do most of the work, stroking him rough like that while I kept up with my tongue at the head.
“He was making amazing grunting noises from the back of his throat and I wanted him to come, I needed him to. One last firm stroke up the length of him and he was right there.”
Torrey whimpered at the thought, picturing Devin curled over Patty as he spilled himself onto Devin’s skilled cherry tongue, his lips swollen from working him over.
“God, he came everywhere. So much. All down my throat. Just as good as I knew it would be. That sweet tang, so thick. With this deep moan, he just let it all go. His hands were in my hair, scratching at my scalp desperately. And he was practically thrashing from the force of it. I swallowed all of it and then there was still more. Like he hadn’t come in weeks.
“His hips starting settling after that and I pulled my head up just enough so he could see me swallow the last bit and that got him going again. His hands tightened in my hair, squeezing at the root and shit it felt so good. I wanted to come too, but I knew he wouldn’t go for that. Instead he pulled me up to kiss again, just devouring his own come from my mouth.”
At this point, Torrey’s hips rocked of their own volition, grinding himself into Devin. He’d been on edge for what felt like hours and all he wanted was to come.
“Come on, Torrey,” Devin read his mind expertly. “Just like this, I’ll keep talking. If you need me to keep talking, come on.”
“Yeah,” Torrey spit out. “Keep… guh.” He couldn’t find the words, already so overwhelmed.
“S’ok, I’m close, too. You keep moving just like that and, shit, I’ll be there with you. ‘Kay?”
“Yeah, just… go. Go.” He urged, almost desperately.
“After he’d licked everything left from my mouth, he pulled back again and said, ‘Clean it up. All of it.’”
“Ugh, Dev.” Torrey’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried to concentrate on the full feeling in his gut, gradually growing larger and larger, threatening to explode, while at the same time watching the images Devin was describing as they flickered on the back of his eyelids.
“I leaned back in and, ugh, Torr, don’t stop, there was one drop of come still dribbling out of the slit, down the shaft. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and made a tight ring, and pulled it up to the tip and let the bead run down over my fingers. When I’d gotten all of it, I let go, and brought my fingers to my lips, lapping all of it up and sucking my fingers until--,”
“Ughn, Dev!” Torrey felt the squeezing in his abdomen relax and then burst as he came hard into his underwear, drilling himself down into Devin’s lap, squeezing his shoulders with the force of the release. He was vaguely aware of Devin trembling below him and opened his eyes just in time to watch the younger man gasp and bite his bottom hip, surging his hips up into the warm, soft expanse of Torrey’s body as he too exploded in his pants.
The two of them ground into each other with each pulse of their orgasm, panting in a desperate attempt to catch their breath.
Torrey settled himself first, thrusting gently when the aftershocks sputtered through his veins. Devin still had his eyes squeezed shut.
“Dev,” Torrey’s voice was nearly lost in his heavy breathing, but Devin’s eyes slowly opened. He smiled another one of his trademark devilish grins before swooping in to kiss Torrey hot and hard on the lips, his tongue once again wrestling for dominance.
“Devin,” Torrey pulled back finally. “What about Jamie?”
“Fuck Jamie. What’s he gonna do, tell the captain?” Devin’s laugh rumbled through his bones and echoed off the walls. Torrey couldn’t help but smile. “‘Sides, I liked you better anyway. He was just the fucking consolation prize.”
-to be continued, ‘cause Devin has got OTHER stories to tell!-