it bares it's teeth like a vice...
So, have a drabble :)
(and as is always the case when it comes to hockey related things this is candy_belle's fault, blame her, yeah?)
(oh, and also, Segs is a pretty subby boy, so there's that.)
This is set in the same verse as
you saw through me; Dom!Jamie/sub!Segs.
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Jamie wasn't the kind of Dom Tyler was used to; like, at all.
In Boston, when he wanted to get laid and he didn't feel like picking up, Marchy used to help him out. Or when the coaches felt that he needed to sub, to recharge, they would suggest he go "hang out" with Marchy for a couple hours.
It was simple enough to get what he wanted out of Marchy, though; easy to direct the scene where he wanted it to go. Glance up at him from on his knees, lick his lips and say, 'please' in a suitably breathy voice and Tyler would be flat on his back or with a dick in his mouth in a matter of minutes.
The whole time he subbed for him -on and off, from his rookie year until Marchy got married- Tyler hadn't been under more than a handful of times. And none of them were in those last two disastrous seasons.
In retrospect, that probably should have been a warning sign.
But Jamie. Jamie was a different Dom altogether.
When Tyler tried the same tricks on him that had worked out so well in the past, Jamie would just smirk -the sly, sexy one that made Tyler absolutely crazy- and gently tug Tyler's hair until his forehead rested against Jamie's thigh.
And then he would just wait. Waited until the tension just drained out of his body; until Tyler was completely anchored in the scent and feel of Jamie all around him, until he was on the edge of subspace.
That's when Jamie would angle his head up, take in Tyler's hazy eyes, slightly flushed face and bitten lip and say, his voice low, "There we go, that's where you need to be."
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It surprised Tyler at first, how different Jamie and Marchy were.
Now, it's hard to imagine why he had ever thought they wouldn't be.
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