Scratched first half, hockey rpf

[sifle]

title: scratched 
rating: very very nc-17
pairings:
Tyler Seguin/Alexander OvechkinSidney Crosby/Alexander Ovechkintyler seguin/sidney crosbyBrad Marchand/Tyler SeguinZdeno Chara/Tyler SeguinNicklas Backstrom/Alexander Semin
summary: A care free, charismatic Tyler Seguin comes in contact with some of the darker elements of young adult life and stumbles into a free fall as his team mate Brad Marchand and Captain Zdeno Chara struggle to help save him from himself. And While Sidney Crosby hasn't had to deal with things like failure and rejection very often, the company he keeps can make all the difference. What starts as an off season trist for Sid and Ovie quickly turns into a jealousy riddled mess when they invite Tyler Segiun (and all his teenage rebellion, hormones, and drama) into their bed. 
authors notes: So I realized I haven't posted any of my hockey slash here....its about 25,500 words long

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Chapter 1: in which Tyler discovers booze

Chapter Text

Tyler Seguin had a problem with responsibility. He loved hockey, he was a magnificent player but as far as responsibility goes - Chara was left wanting. He sighed and frammed on Tyler’s door. He was a heavy sleeper but Chara would be damned if he had to raise his voice. He had never had to do it before and he wasn't starting now. He pounded on the door again and heard a shout from inside.

Only a moment passed before the door was yanked open and the young Bruin was stumbling to button himself into his clothes. "I'm late for practice aren't I? Z I'm so sorry I just overslept I was up late and..." Chara let the young man ramble on for a bit. He didn't really care what the reasons were. You simply didn't miss events. You just didn't. You're part of a team, you eat, sleep and play together. Its why you're here as far as Chara was concerned.

"I don't expect to have to do this again." Chara said calmly. His voice was icy and it sent chills down Tyler's spine. He blushed in shame and lowered his head. "Yeah...alright Z"

Chara left quietly, not pushing a subject he knew would become tender. He knew his boys well enough to know that Tyler had more feelings than he liked to let on. For now, Chara thought that Tyler could stand to miss the next game if he needed that much rest.

Tyler wasn't surprised when he learned that he'd been scratched from the roster for the next game. He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow regardless. It hurt to see his team mates out there and not be able to help them. He lived for this game. It was all he ever thought about. Well that, and the usual hormonal influx of teenage lust. He was still young after all. Its what got him in trouble in this case.

He sighed and got into his car to find breakfast. He had nothing better to do today after all. It gave him time to think about the girl he'd brought home the night before. He knew he shouldn't have fucked her that second time. She would have been gone at a decent hour had he restrained himself. No use worrying about it now though because the memories were only serving to make his pants that much tighter.

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In an expensive hotel room Alexander Ovechkin was treating his guests to an extravagant morning meal. It was a wild life he led. There was wine, women and song every night. There were drunken orgies. There were nights that were half remembered and woman whose names were unknown coming and going and coming again. Just the way Alex liked it. He thought getting his sexual frustrations out was good for his game. And he had a LOT of sexual cravings.

Alex was an ox of a Russian. He was hairy and rude and generally didn't care what anyone thought. He had no manners, no rules, and no cares to give about who he pissed off with his off color humor. Despite this, he still managed to be a fun individual that people wanted and begged to be seen with. His team, once over the initial shock, came to love him for these traits. As a captain they first thought perhaps Ovechkin bent and outright broke too many rules. Eventually however, they were worn down by his good nature and ability to drag them into not unpleasant parties and bars.

He splashed water in his face, staring back in the mirror at piercing blue eyes and unshaven face. He scratched at his stubble and then shifted his glance to the naked bodies in his bed. He had no idea who the woman was, he smirked. It didn't really matter. Ovechkin never regretted anything that made him smile. The man in his bed he knew very well.

Sidney Crosby, his first trophy fuck. They were about the same age but Sidney had never thought the kind of freedom Ovechkin had existed. And whats more, this rude heathen was a captain!At first he fought Ovechkin every step of the way. He didn't like how unpredictable he was on the ice. He didn't like the way he captained. He didn't like the way he got drunk every night. But he did like the way he fucked.

Ovechkin turned and let his gaze linger on the warm bodies before him. He went to lean over the female, sliding his hand up her belly and resting it on her chest. "Is time for you to go pretty lady" Alex cooed at her as she rustled in her sleep. "Have good time telling lady friends what great lay I am!" He couldn't help but cackle after her as she darted out of the room half dressed.

Sidney stirred and spread himself over the entire bed, stretching his nude body shamelessly. Ovechkin lept on to the bed and straddled the bleary eyed gamer. "you wake up now friend, we have plans today" He smirked. Sidney raised an eyebrow, eyes still closed. "fuck off, we're not friends" he grumbled and tried to buck the large Russian off. Ovechkin's eyes narrowed, the amusement slipping from his features. He reached out and slapped Sidney across the face before clenching his neck almost too tightly. "You want to be here, you do what I say when I say." Ovie grunted out. Sidney was definitely awake now, teeth clenching and muscles tense.

Alex released his throat and let his hand trail down the bare chest to tweak at a tender nipple. "You want to stay...." He went on slowly as he bent down to lick at Sidney's neck. "don't you?" Sidney had to choke back a moan. Of course he was going to stay, Alex smirked to himself. There was rarely a hockey player he didn't eventually figure out how to get to.

Sidney liked to be teased. He liked to be pushed until there wasn't an inch left and then he liked to be pushed more. It was a good dynamic because the more Sydney hated Alex the more Alex pushed him. And the more Alex pushed him the harder Sidney's cock became.

Alex liked having him wrapped around his finger. He was a good athlete and never failed to be a riot late at night when all was quiet. Ovie wondered offhandedly how long he could keep Crosby under control. Sid was right, they weren't friends. They had a give and take going on. And sometimes it was fun and sometimes one of them left bloody from the room, but in all cases they each got what they wanted.

"You get dressed now, we find new toy eh?" He grinned at Sidney and of course Sidney acquiesced.

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Tyler wasn't ready for what he saw in town that evening. There was some kind of ruckus at the usual bar he went to in town, much louder than necessary at this hour. It wasn't a holiday as far as he remembered. It didn't sound like a fight, it sounded like perhaps a bachelor party?

He went in for a closer look. The dimly lit main room was packed with beautiful women and several guys he knew from the game. He smirked. Chara had forced him out of the game tonight. He couldn't satisfy his craving for the ice. But he could satisfy other cravings....

Tyler didn't know how he'd gotten into this mess but he wasn't sure he wanted altogether out of it. The man he'd been conditioned to be wary of was very insistent that he buy the young man a drink. Being new to the Boston area he wanted to know exactly what New England did for fun, he'd said. He should have known that one drink would lead to another. Pressed into a dark alcove, the celebration raging beyond the hall, Ovechkin had his hands under the young bruins shirt hot and rough on his bare skin. He writhed against the wall, this wasn't right. This wasn't why he was here, they were supposed to talk shop like regular guys. But with Ovechkin's mouth dominating his there was only one thing Tyler was thinking about right now.

He ground his hips into Alex's and gasped licking his lips in anticipation, at the shear size of the man hovering over him. "Thirsty little cub, you want more eh?" Ovie managed to bring a bottle of liquor with him from the bar and lifting it up high made Tyler open his mouth and beg for it. Of course the young man was immediately obedient. It wasn't often he got to drink like this. Mouth open and eyes half lidded he let Alex pour the booze down his throat. Ovechkin was achingly hard watching the young gamer give himself up. This one would be easy, he thought.

Tyler let his head drop back against the wall and reveled in the feel of Alex's thick muscular leg nudging between his. With a wicked grin Ovechkin teased his hardon with his knee, holding him up against the wall. He lifted the bottle and filled his own mouth, leaning in to force the liquor down Tyler’s throat with his tongue. Tyler moaned and clutched at Alex's hair. "oh no, little angel" he grinned and pinned Tyler’s hands behind him. Tyler was now pressed between the large Russian and the wall, unable to claw at Alex as his hardon was massaged through his jeans. "you not go feral first time...is easier this way." His other hand clenched hard in Ty's short hair and wrenched his head to the side, causing Tyler to gasp and let out a sharp shout.

"You too easy to scare little rabbit." He mumbled in his ear, biting at it. "I scare you?" He continued, reaching under Ty's clothes and grasping his aching cock. Tyler didn't answer and Alex intentionally tugged a little too hard at his erection as he mouthed and nipped at his neck. "what you say? Does captain of capitals frighten you?" He went on, loving the uncertain tone of Tyler’s lusty response. "of course not...M' not scared of anything" He continued but his denials were lost to moans as Alex jerked him off expertly.

It didn't take long for Tyler to come and Ovechkin made sure he'd splattered all over himself, rubbing the sticky mess into his belly and leering down at him. "If all Bruins as fun as you then maybe we have much in common?" he said. Backing off from Tyler, he straightened his clothes and left him. Tyler was still coming down when he realized Ovechkin was gone. He barely registered that his dick was hanging out rudely and had only just enough energy to clean himself up and lean against the wall to catch his breath.

He wasn't sure what to think of it. It had felt so good...but it was the captain of the opposing team. A very strong willful captain. Rehashing how it had happened in his alcohol laden mind only made his cock twitch in his pants once more. He'd have to try and not let this happen again. He would most certainly be hung over in the morning and he hoped to god he didn't miss another practice because of it. Sex was no replacement for the ice.

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Chara was not happy. His youngest player had stumbled into the locker room late half in the bag from being out all night. He wanted to rage and yell and basically tear Tyler's head right off, helmet and all. But the young man was legitimately wasted. There was no talking sense into a drunk man. He felt sad for Tyler. The taller man watched half bemused half frustrated as Seguin sprawled out on the bench and sighed. "The rooms spinning z, did i get a concussion?" He slurred. "You're just shitfaced, you're not going to have a very fun morning" Chara reprimanded, stepping closer to the bench and looking upside down into the young man's eyes. "I will make sure of it" He finished. Tyler smiled and nuzzled into Chara's hand as it was placed on his temple to hold him steady.

Chara grunted in surprise. Tyler opened his eyes and practically purred under Chara's gaze. Slowly Tyler got up on his elbows and let his head hang back, trying desperately to nuzzle at the face hanging over his. Chara could smell the booze rolling off him. "Don't make promises like that, old man." Ty countered, hazy memories of being restrained by Ovechkin ebbing in and out of the fog. He bit down on a whimper, reaching up to wrap an arm around Chara's neck.

"You never follow through on those threats big z." Tyler had the nerve to give him a lop sided grin. Chara was shocked at first. He let the words sink in with furrowed brow. "I don't like to be tested, seguin" Chara replied, amusement completely gone at this point. Seguin let his tongue flick out to lick at Chara's lips, lightening quick. "This isn't a test, captain." Tyler whispered.

He turned to leave as quickly as he could. It was pointless talking sense into a drunk man. Tyler was scratched from the roster again.

Chapter 2: Itched

Summary:

Tyler finds things to do with himself when he's been scratched for the skate.
Notes:

Chapter 3 is already half done, I haven't had much time to work on this but I have many many plans for many many chapters. Thanks for reading guys!
Chapter Text

Sidney had raced down the hallways with him after they left the bar, fighting like ten year old boys. For a moment Sid was smashed into the wall and the next moment Tyler was tripping and rolling himself upright. They were supposed to be sneaking themselves into Tyler's hotel room but they simply were too drunk to not have fun. Cuffs to the head were thrown, they were madly laughing as they raced down the hotel halls. Soon Tyler found himself pinned to the back of his rooms door.

Sidney was pressing his tongue into Tyler's mouth, running his hands up under his clothes. Tyler was losing his fight for dominance and decided instead to push Sidney across the room rather harshly. Sid fell backwards onto a bed and pulled Tyler with him. They tumbled together, each one determined to be on top. Finally after pinning Sid's wrists to the bed, Tyler licked at his neck and ground his hips down. Sidney moaned and bucked under him.

"You're a good boy, Tyler." Sidney began, his forever innocent sounding voice boisterous and confidant. " do you know what good boys get?" He continued, pressing up hard under Tyler with that giant smile of his. The bruin bounced on top of him and moaned, tearing at Sidney's pants. "What do good boys get?" Tyler muttered, eyes clouded and lips slack. Sidney ran a hand up Tyler's chest, helping him shed his shirt, loving the feel of tight young abs.

"They get the best seat in the house." Sidney grinned, bucking under Tyler while holding onto his hips. Both of them dissolved into lust laden laughter. Sidney leaned up and devoured Tyler's mouth. "You want it, don't you?" he muttered against Tyler's lips.

"I want to ride your dick Sidney." Ty moaned loudly. Tyler never said these words before but at the moment while they felt alien on his lips, Sidney Crosby's lips didn't feel alien at all. He pressed his tongue into Sid's mouth, half grinning against him. "you ever do this before?" Sid asked. "Can't be that hard can it?" Tyler replied with a panting smile, body flushed with excitement.

"Come on then happy puppy, lemme see that tongue of yours." Sidney said with an eyebrow waggle. Tyler raised one eyebrow and smirked. "Lube me up kid, unless you like it dry." Sid winked. Tyler threw his head back and laughed, clawing at Sid's hips and lowering his head to give Sidney's cock a long lick.

"That's it, you got the idea real quick didn't you, scout?" Sidney said a bit too loudly as he watched Tyler mouth the head of his cock. Ty let his tongue lathe over his slit and looked up, trying desperately to look as sexy as possible with his tongue hanging out. Sid grinned and hummed, looking right into Tyler's eyes as his small pink tongue darted out and over his dick. "you're a cute boy Ty, can't believe no ones picked you up yet!" Sid ran a hand lightly through Tyler's hair, fluffing it up. Ty closed his eyes and took Sid's cock deep to the back of his throat.

Sidney bucked his hips slightly before pushing Tyler away. "did i do something wrong?" Ty asked. Sidney smirked and pulled him close enough to whisper in his ear. "course not babe" he licked at the delicate skin of Tyler's neck. "Just don't want the fun to be over too soon." He nipped at Tyler's ear and the young man jumped slightly.

"Stand up for me sweetheart" Sid demanded. Tyler might have been put off by these sorts of terms on a normal occasion, but with his cock aching in his pants he thought this was not a battle he'd win. He stood at the foot of the bed and bit his lip, blushing slightly at the very obvious erection he was sporting. "Why don't you go ahead and touch yourself kid, through the pants first. Wouldn't want you coming just yet eh?" Sid settled himself back against a pillow and grinned from ear to ear watching Tyler grasp his erection and bite back a moan.

"That's perfect babe." Sid leered, moving forward a bit and very obviously enjoying the show. Tyler blushed furiously and licked his lips, squeezing his erection until he was sweating and panting. "Now turn around and take it off for me eh? " Sid chewed his lip in anticipation. Tyler felt the heat of Sid's gaze, felt his every move being not just watched but appreciated. He turned his back to Sid and glanced over his shoulder as he hitched his jeans down. He wasn't too naive. He knew what Sid wanted to see.

He let his pants slip down halfway and pulled them so tight so that the band of his jeans cut into his tender flesh. He could hear Sid chuckle to himself as he ran his hands down his sides and ever so slowly pushed his jeans down over his ass and down his legs. He let his hands linger on his ass and glanced back at Sid again.

"That's wonderful Ty, just...stay like that for a sec eh?" Sidney crept closer and gently spread Tyler's ass apart. It was what Tyler might have described as wonderfully humiliating. He hadn't slept around much before and never knew that sex could be this fun. He was loving every minute of Sid's playful demands. He even found that he enjoyed the slightly excruciating sense of shame at being laid bare like he was by the much celebrated Sidney Crosby.

Tyler gasped as Sid licked at his opening. "ung...what are you doing now?!" Tyler wailed. "you'll want this, trust me" Sid replied, lifting his fingers to Tyler's mouth. "lick please" he asked with a sunny smile. "since you asked so nicely" Tyler was smirking again but took Sid's fingers into his mouth and lathed them with what would hopefully be an adequate amount of lube.

He wouldn't have to wonder if it was enough for long because immediately Sidney pressed two fingers into him. "I just wanted to make sure the ride would be smooth babe" Sidney soothes. "i want to see your face when you come Ty" Sid said in a decidedly darker, lustier tone. "come here and fuck yourself on my dick. I want to see how pretty you look with my cock in you."

And with that line Tyler took Sidney's cock all night long, cum spraying both of them, Tyler's shouts echoing off his walls, cum dripping from between his legs. He lay back in his bed and didn't think anything of passing out. He never heard Sidney sneak out and certainly didn't hear Chara beating his door down again.

Chapter 3: o cappy my cappy

Summary:

Chara gives Tyler the punishment cock.
Notes:

Notes on the development of chapter 4:
sifle i wrote chpter three of my hockey slut story tonight yay!
sifle now i have NO idea where to go with it :D
sifle man
sifle game 5 tomorrow
sifle the devils have to win every game till the end now
sifle im scared
sifle i mean
sifle im amped
sifle LETS DO IT BOYS
@Dune well, i hear bukkake parties are all the rage these days
@Dune that or ponies
* @Dune shrugs
sifle haha
sifle bukkake party sounds good for this story
sifle cause i have this joke i tell
sifle all the time
sifle when they fight for the puck
sifle all those sticks up in the pucks grill
sifle hockey
sifle bukkake
sifle hockey bukkake
sifle it fits the rhyme scheme
sifle you jsut gve me a great idea
sifle hes out for ovies cock but i think the epic story will center around him NEVER getting it the way he wants it
sifle perfect
sifle thanks
sifle im sure youre thrilled at having been involed
sifle im totes gonna credit you
Chapter Text

This time Chara entered without waiting, totally enraged that Tyler had ignored his ultimatum. He had a very good plan in mind before he came in but as he encountered the naked ravished body of the young Tyler Seguin, every thought flew from his mind. The boy was practically covered in flaking, dry cum. There was a small puddle of puke beside his bed and several very large empty liquor bottles lying around.

He furrowed his brow and pushed at the naked boy. "Tyler....you're a mess." He said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. Tyler's eyes slid open and focused on Chara. A slow smile spread across his lips. "morning big z" he yawned and stretched, giving no mind to his state of dress.

Chara flushed but could not look away. Didn't want to look away. "you weren't at breakfast." He spoke firmly. "Do you remember what I said to you? About the next time you missed a team meeting?" Z could feel his fists clenching. Tyler rose up on his elbows and glanced down at the mess of his body. His tight abs were pasted with cum and his cock twitched under Zdeno's hard gaze.

"Sure I do, Z. Do you remember what I said the last time you threatened me?" Ty smirked. He was intentionally pushing Chara's buttons. Z had no way of knowing but Tyler had developed a taste for being put in his place. But while Alex and Sidney were playful about it, he got the feeling Chara would not take things as lightly. Ty bit his lip and tried to control his breathing as he considered diving headlong into this new territory.

Tyler made no effort to hide his hardening cock. Chara's eyes narrowed. He didn't like to do anything rash but Seguin very obviously wanted something from him. "Whats happened to you lately Tyler?" Chara asked, disgusted. "Have you always been this much of a slut?"

“Gotta keep my options open right? If I want ice time that is.” Tyler snapped back. It was brutal, insinuating a trade because he'd been scratched twice now. Chara didn't like it at all. Tyler could definitely tell Chara didn't like it because there was a large hand around his throat and a six foot nine Slovakian hauling him off the bed by it.

“Irresponsible, sleeping around, getting wasted, you can't be a Bruin and do all this” Chara snarled in his face. Shoving Tyler to the ground, Chara unzipped his pants and worked his dick in his hand few times. Tyler was caught off guard momentarily. His eyes widened staring at Big Z's enormous cock. “Show me that tongue of yours....happy puppy” Chara muttered, aiming his dick down at Tyler's face.

Ty flushed and licked his lips. “You heard that eh?” He said, glancing around self consciously. Any awkwardness of being caught fucking was totally obliterated by the awkward fact that Chara's dick was out. The only thing he could do was lean up and lick at it to defuse the ever increasingly awkward situation.

A tremor ran through Z's body as he stared down at the young winger. So proud and cocky and full of arrogance, Chara thought as he laces a hand through Tyler's hair and roughly fucked his throat. Tyler yelped but there wasn't much he could say with his mouth full of his captain's dick. “Don't sound so shocked Seguin, I know you're not a virgin. These walls are paper thin you know.” Chara grit out as he let Tyler up for a breath. “And god knows what you get up to when you go off” He was seething as he looked down at Tyler. The poor kid couldn't even lock eyes with him. He was staring at the floor trying to catch his breath.

He heard Tyler mumble something, very low as though he knew he shouldn't have said it. “What's that?” Chara demanded, dragging Tyler up by his shoulders. The young man tried to fight his grip but failed miserably, dangling in Chara's grasp like a fish on a hook. “I SAID I just miss the ice god damnit!” He shouted. Chara slapped him hard across the face and pushed him back on the bed.

“If you missed the ice that much you would have made it to practice.” Chara said, ice cold tone. Tyler was furious but his cock was still hard and twitching as his captain manhandled him into submission. He found himself completely defenseless, arms pinned behind him, face pressed into the mattress while his hips were hauled up so that Chara could see exactly what Sidney had done to him just hours before.

Z's cock throbbed relentlessly as he took in the sight of his youngest team mate. His thighs spread before him proved that Tyler had in fact had SOME practice at this type of thing. His ass gaped and practically begged to be fucked, proving for certain that this type of thing he had done before. Chara kept Tyler's arms pinned and used his other hand to slip 2 fingers in. Tyler bucked and moaned but his ass gave no resistance. Chara grinned and pulled the boys arms behind him a little tigher, causing him to whine and squirm under him.

“I'm going to teach you to do what your captain says from now on Tyler.” He spoke firmly, curling his fingers into Tyler's ass, looking for that tender spot that would make the young man scream. “Your friend did a good job of lubing you up for me.” Chara leaned down to whisper in Tyler's ear. His fingers were slick with Sidney's cum and only moments after he'd licked at Ty's ear did he slide over something wonderfully sensitive. Tyler gasped and cried out, arms jerking in Chara's grasp. Chara laughed loudly and withdrew his fingers.

He positioned his cock at Ty's entrance and forced his hands above his head, pressing them down into the mattress. “You're having a shower next, you're coming to practice, and you're doing drills just like everyone else” Chara grunted into his ear as he slowly slid into the tight heat of the Tyler's cum slicked ass. Tyler bit his lip hard and choked back his moans, reveling in the utter and complete dominance of his captain. This is what a captain should be, he thought to himself. This is what it feels like to be a Bruin, he corrected himself as he relaxed and let his captain fill him until he could feel Chara's balls against him.

He let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding and wiggled his hips. “Fucking christ Z, you're so big....” he whined. “That's why they call me big z hm?” Chara purred into his ear, licking at his neck. “You're supposed to be at practice right now, I am supposed to be your captain. And you're going to call me that until practice is over....” he pulled out slowly and slammed back in, holding for a moment as he caught his breath. “isn't that right Seguin?” Chara asked, almost a challenge in his voice.

Tyler took the bait and ate it right up. He loved the attention. Positively fed off of it. “Yes, of course, captain” he gasped as Chara ground his hips against him, making sure his dick slid against that spot that made Tyler moan. “Fuck me captain....please...” he begged. “Begging for it already? That didn't take long. I think next time we're going to focus on your endurance.” Chara laughed none to kindly as he began to plow into the small frame of one of his top scorers.

He was rewarded with a yelped and moan after every thrust. It was surprising to even Chara himself how much he enjoyed hearing the young man take his cock like a champ. He reached up and, releasing one of Ty's hands, gripped his hair harshly and yanked his head up. Chara reveled in the look of pure bliss on the boys face as he fucked him so hard his knees lifted off the bed. “I want you to make yourself cum, Tyler.” Chara commanded, slipping his hand from his hair down to his neck, fighting the urge to squeeze his windpipe...just a little...”captiain...” Tyler gasped. “yes captain...YES captain...” He shouted as he jacked himself off while Chara slammed into his prostate over and over.

Tyler felt completely taken over, as tho his body were not his. Loving the feeling of being held in place by his captains cock, the hand around his throat, the other hand slipping over his sweat and cum slick abs. He wanted more of this, he wanted to feel this way always, but his orgasm was coming fast and he let his tongue hang out, panting and not quite getting enough air at the same time. At this moment, Chara took over for Tyler and squeezed his cock expertly until his ass clenched around his cock and cum was splattered across those perfect abs.

He took a moment to smear the fresh cum over Ty's stomach as the pulsing of the orgasm milked Chara's cock so perfectly that his hips hitched twice and on the third violent thrust he came deep inside Tyler. They stayed like that for several moments until Chara decided it was time for Tyler to be responsible.

“Clean yourself up and get your ass to the rink.” He demanded, hovering over the sweaty, spent form of his teammate. Tyler was still panting and had hardly come down from his orgasm. “I....” He began in a panting breath. Thinking better of it, he instead bent his head and swallowed. “Yes captain.” He sounded a bit defeated. Chara decided not to feel bad for him. He would shine once more when he was on the ice. That smile he had always secretly admired would come back as soon as he set skate to ice, Chara was certain of it.

Tyler lie there for several moment, enjoying the vibration in his skin, the goosebumps, the afterglow of being thoroughly fucked last night and that morning by two different partners. He'd never done this sort of thing before. He'd always been exclusive to a girl. He wondered how far he could push this. He glanced over at his nightstand and an evil little grin flitted across his face as he caught notice of the number of Alex Ovechkin whom he'd had run in with but had not quite gone all the way with.

He knew it was pushing his luck. But as he showered the cum of two different hockey gods off his lean body, his competitive nature bared its teeth. He made a silent bet with himself that he could keep from getting scratched again and still get his lusty fix from Ovechkin. He secretly put two tally marks on the wall in his mind. How many more could he manage before summer, he wondered.

Chapter 4: Say you love it

Summary:

Tyler is on the prowl.
Chapter Text

No one noticed at practice. No one saw him wince after every stretch and drill. Even getting in and out of his padding was quite literally a pain in his ass. Tyler shook his head and decided he needed to man up. He was a hockey player, he could take the pain.

Chara hadn't particularly targeted him but the few times he did speak directly to him, over the heads of his team mates, Tyler had made sure to tack on 'Captain' at the end of every response. Chara's smirk was a very slight, knowing twist at the corner of his lips and it made Tyler blush hard and bite his tongue.

He got out of practice as soon as possible. He didn't want to get cornered by his captain before he could sneak off to see Alex Ovechkin. His team mates would never forgive him if they knew he was fooling around like that. The very thought of it though...the idea of the buff, confidant, more experienced, Russian ravishing his mouth and holding him down to fuck him raw was driving him insane.

His practice had been alright but for anyone who knew -Chara- they would have seen the signs of his frustration. He practically ran to his car and locked himself in. Letting his head fall back and closing his eyes, Tyler tried desperately to get control of his body. He texted Alex as soon as he thought his hands wouldn't shake too badly.

You busy?

He sat his phone on his knee and cranked his car, looking for something on the radio to distract him from his over active imagination. His mind kept wandering back to Chara, how serious he had been, how completely in control. He couldn't help but compare him to Alex who seemed to be more chaotic, like he wasn't sure what would happen next but was certain it would be precisely what he wanted. Then there was Sidney, who was such a stark opposite of Chara that it was like night and day. Sidney's smile, his energy, his everything was completely sunny and care free and yet still he pushed with just enough will to guide Tyler along.

His phone buzzed.

Hands full, need extra pair, you come?

It was a strange response but when Alex sent his hotel address and room number he didn't hesitate even a moment to input the information into his GPS and silently tell his dick to shut the fuck up so he could drive. He desperately tried not to speed but his foot felt like it was made of lead and the smile on his face was stuck on.

Alex chuckled and set his phone down, returning to Sidney with a new swagger about him. “You look frighteningly pleased with yourself, Ovechkin.” Sidney spoke with a little too much confidence considering he was currently tied to the hotel room bed. His hands were loosely attached to the headboard by silk ties that would certainly give him a private laugh every time he wore them in public from now on.

“You no worry about phone” Alex whispered down to him as he straddled Sidney's lap. “you in bad position to make comment anyway” He continued as Sidney bit his lip, bucking under Alex. He was incredibly hard and completely naked. His dick scratched uncomfortably against Alex's jeans and Sidney huffed in frustration. “Ovechkin...” Sidney warned, straining up to try and reach any part of Alex, neck, lips, anything.

Alex hummed to himself in satisfaction. “it not that easy for you Crosby.” He grinned down at Sid, smooshing his face in one hand so that those lips of his were ridiculously pouty. Sidney tried to shake loose of Alex's grip but received a slap in return. A red hand print appeared on his cheek, stark in comparison to Sidney's pale skin and dark hair. He glared up at Alex but it was apparent that he'd enjoyed the sting of the slap because Alex could feel Sid's cock twitch under him.

“You do as I say and you get everything you want, understand?” Ovechkin was looking at him very seriously. Sidney looked up at him defiantly for several moments before lowering his eyes and licking his lips. “Everything I want?” Sidney asked, emphasis on 'everything'. Alex chuckled and pressed his tongue into Sidney's mouth, licking at anything he could reach, sucking at his tongue lewdly. Sidney growled against his lips and gave himself in to Ovechkin's demanding mouth.

“What you want Sidney? You get...” Alex whispered against the soft pale skin of Sidney's neck. Sid let his head drop back and closed his eyes, breathing slowly for a moment, trying desperately not to lose himself in the taste of Alex. “I want....” he started, eyes still closed. “I want this to go on forever.” He panted as he bucked his hips under Alex. It was a pained response. If there was one thing other than talent that Sidney had in spades it was pride.

The Russian chuckled at him darkly. “You're gonna have to be specific” Alex brushed his knuckles across Sid's cheek gently just to make sure the brutality of clenching a hand in his hair and jerking his head to the side was not lost on him. Sidney's shout was more anger than pain and it was music to Ovechkin's ears. “Tell, Crosby....what you can't tell anyone...what you want more than anything...” He clenched his fingers a bit tighter and earned himself a moan from deep in Sid's chest. Most likely it was never supposed to make it to Alex's ears because Sid flushed red and clenched his teeth.

You're so pretty....Alex thought to himself. But he couldn't say that. Never. He and Sid weren't even friends. But this was close enough for him. He ground down on Sid's hips and gave him a very Russian very intense lap dance. Sidney began to sweat and curse but he refused to beg for more after Alex slapped him a second time across the other cheek, hand still clenched in Sid's hair. “I think you like it when I hit you.” Alex smirked, stilling his hips and running his fingers lightly over the welt on his cheek. Sidney furrowed his brow and almost protested when Alex shoved his tongue back in Sid's mouth, dominating it to the very point of suffocation.

When he pulled away, Sidney was panting desperately. “You love it.” Alex went on. “I notice how you blush when I check you into the boards. Just like you turn red now.” Alex laughed. Sidney whined and bucked under Ovechkin, hard. “Fuck you” Sidney spat, earning himself a growl and another hard slap from Ovechkin.

There was a knock at the door and Alex grinned wolfishly as Sid's eyes widened. He made a few pleading noises when Alex got up to answer it but the Russian was having none of it. He disappeared just around the corner. Sid could still see a bit of him in the hall mirror. He couldn't quite hear who it was so he craned his neck a bit and immediately wished he hadn't. He caught the eye of Tyler Seguin. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath.

Tyler gaped at the flash of naked flesh he'd caught in the mirror before Alex had moved in front of it. “So you had your hands full huh?” Tyler grinned and winked. “Who have you got in there anyway?” He leaned in to Alex and tried to rub against him in what he thought was a suggestive manner. “I brought vodka” He whispered to Alex as he closed the door behind him.

Alex took the bottle from Tyler and set it on a nearby end table before he pushed the young man into the wall and ravaged his mouth. Strong hands came up to grasp Tyler's hips. Rough stubble scratched against Tyler's sensitive young flesh. Tyler's hands couldn't stay still. He was running his hands over every bit of bare flesh he could find. Over Ovechkin's back and shoulders, up to cradle the base of Alex's skull as he put more tongue into the kiss.

Alex cupped Tyler's growing hard on and grinned. Tyler gasped and bucked his hips. “God damn I love this shit” Tyler moaned. “Fucking own me Ovechkin, I came here to get fucked and you know it.” He grinned at Ovechkin and threw caution to the wind. Alex laughed. “My my little cub so aggressive now...” He chuckled. “Seguin want to learn to be whore for Russian cock eh?” He smirked at Tyler and turned to grab the bottle of vodka and wander back into the bedroom, knowing that Tyler would follow.

There wasn't much Sidney could do except avert his eyes when Tyler came into view. He watched Ovechkin drink straight from a half gallon of vodka, watched him palm his cock through his jeans, watched him slowly grin at Tyler....When he could no longer stand it, Sid glanced up at Tyler through half lidded eyes, what he saw was not out of line with what he'd expected.

Tyler was giving him a lop sided grin and there was an obvious bulge in his jeans. “Hey Crosby, you're looking good” Tyler grinned, watching the blush spread from Sidney's face all the way down his chest and further so that his cock twitched and his hips jerked off the bed slightly. Ovechkin laughed heartily and slung his arm around Tyler's shoulders to whisper in his ear. “We treat him like slut he is tonight da?” Ovie let his tongue flick out against Tyler's ear and he was rewarded with a shiver. Tyler turned his face to Ovechkin and looked a bit nervous. “I've never done this sort of thing before....” He whispered pleadingly.

Ovechkin gave him an incredulous look before smirking and beginning to remove Tyler's shirt. “Right, I forget you still virgin in lot of ways...” He started, pressing a hand against Tyler's warm chest and leaning up to silence him with a mouth full of vodka as the protests started to surface in Tyler's face. Tyler let the liquor slide smoothly down his throat and reveled in the slight burn it left on his tongue. “Russian shot, make easier” Alex glanced over at Crosby and leaned into Tyler. “You make easier for Crosby....” He whispered, pressing the bottle into Tyler's hand.

Tyler smirked down at Crosby as he approached the bed. Sid was breathing hard and fast, lifting his knee to hide his shame. Tyler giggled a little and sat on the bed next to him. Very calmly he took a mouthful of vodka and sealed their lips together to force the liquid down his throat.

Sidney wasn't used to vodka and he choked on it as Alex cackled in the background. Tyler set the bottle down and lifted his hand to Sidney's face. Sid flinched and Tyler's brow furrowed. He glanced back at Alex with disapproval. “Has Alex been mean to you Sid.” Tyler murmured. Sidney pressed his cheek into Tyler's hand and closed his eyes. “Ovechkin....gives me everything I want...” He gasped, sucking at one of Tyler's fingers.

Tyler let his thumb cut into Sid's plumb bottom lip and then slip inside the hot wetness of his mouth. Sidney groaned and slowly, as his tongue flicked at Tyler's thumb, his leg fell flat and exposed his very obvious desires. “Everything you want huh?” Tyler repeated a little perplexed.

Alex ambled up next to Tyler and threaded his fingers through Ty's hair. “I know what he need...” Ovechkin tried to reassure Tyler by scratching the short hair behind his ear. Tyler didn't want to admit it but it felt really nice and he leaned into it slightly, panting a bit unintentionally. “Ty's just a puppy in the wolf's den Ovechkin.” Sidney spoke up, voice trembling slightly as he eyed Tyler's flushed face. “hm...hope he not have fleas.” Alex smirked as he lent down over Sid.

He stared him square in the eye for several seconds. There was an uncertain look on Sid's face as Tyler looked on. Alex slapped him rather sharply. “Tell him you love it, da?” Sid didn't answer, Tyler looked slightly mortified. Alex growled and put a hand around Sid's neck. “You want to keep going don't you Crosby? You scare Tyler if you don't tell what you want...” He said in a low steady voice. “I love it.....” Sidney grit out through clenched teeth, gasping desperately for air. “I need it....” He gasped as Ovie let his grip relax around Sid's windpipe.

Tyler was about to protest when he noticed Sidney's cock twitching and thick beads of pre come dribble from his tip. “Ohh...” Tyler breathed. “Oh, you DO like this.” He said with a sudden dawn of realization. He grinned up at Alex with a new understanding of the situation. Looking like a puppy who'd been given a new chew toy.

Alex ruffled his hair and leaned against the wall with his vodka, swilling it hungrily as he watched Tyler slide down Sidney's body to hover over his cock. Tyler lifted and spread his thighs, watching Sid's cock bounce angrily against his stomach. Alex eyed him closely as Tyler licked at Sidney's balls.

He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, palming his own cock as he watched his pets playing with each other. And they were HIS pets, he decided. And fuck anyone who tried to say otherwise. Alex grinned down at Sidney's flushed face. Sid was panting uncontrollably, his eyes fell shut, head lolling to one side and tongue threatening to slip out as he licked his lips repeatedly. Tyler was now rimming him senseless, shoving his tongue into Sidney desperately. Ty was staring at Alex through half lidded eyes as he licked into Sidney.

Alex went to lie on the bed next to Sidney and let his hands wander over the bare hairless chest and abdomen. “What do Pittsburgh sluts like the most, Ovie? I want to make Sidney VERY happy tonight.” Tyler grinned a little maliciously. Alex laughed darkly. “Sidney wants you to slap his cock and balls until he no can take it anymore” Ovechkin muttered. Tyler looked a little apprehensive but gave Sid's cock a swat anyway. Not too hard but hard enough to make Sidney's back arch and his lips part in a lusty gasp. “Did that hurt?” Tyler asked. “Yes.....” Sid whispered.

Tyler slapped his sensitive balls a little harder this time. “Yes, what?” Tyler asked with a bite of anger in his voice, his hand coming for a quick smack just so he could hear Sid's voice crack. “Yes Tyler! “ He shouted.

Alex laughed and kissed up the side of Sidney's face until he was nipping at his ear. “Sidney is good whore, always know to say thank you right?” He was leading Sidney to say what he wanted to hear and it had definitely worked. “Thank you Tyler....Tyler...I need more....” Sidney babbled on as Tyler thrust 2 fingers into his willing ass. “Always such a good slut, Sid. You make good whore in Russia...” Alex grinned in Sid's hair. Sidney bucked next to him as Tyler added a third finger.

Alex peered down Sid's abdomen and grinned wolfishly. “I bet Sid can take whole fist.....” He suggested. Sid's eyes widened and he gasped as Tyler's fingers twitched inside him. “Ovechkin...” Sid warned, but the warning went unheeded as Alex shoved his fingers into Sid's mouth. “Quiet whore” Alex said shortly as he fucked Sid's mouth with his fingers. He grinned maliciously as Sid took his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

Tyler in the mean time had gotten four fingers into Sid and began to feel guilty as the tight unlubricated hole refused to give. “Alex....I'm not sure if...” Ty started. Alex turned a fierce gaze back at him and he snapped his mouth shut, slipping his fingers out of Sidney.

“You come here. You want this, but you not follow through.” Ovechkin crept closer to him sounding ever more sinister. “Not have time for pussy Boston teenager” He grabbed Tyler and pushed him forward over Sidney, forcing him face to face with Sid's desperately swollen cock. “Now you suck like slut, Seguin.” He demanded. Tyler was thrown off by the shift of gears and did nothing for several moments.

“I say suck, you suck.” Alex shouted and looked back at Sidney, snapping a slap across his cheek. “Every time you make angry, Sid feel it. Understand?” Tyler looked at Alex very seriously and shook his head. He quickly let his tongue hang out and lathe over Sid's cock.

Ovechkin wrenched Sid's head back by the hair and stared down at him. “Think Seguin not know what suck means.....” He said, conspiratorially to Sidney. Sidney whimpered in pain and shook uncontrollably as Alex pulled his stiff dick out next to him. “We show him da?” Sidney didn't say anything in return, just swallowed hard as Ovie continued to tug his hair so that his neck was stretched back.

Tyler was watching apprehensively as Ovechkin dipped his dick down Sidney's throat with little consideration. Tyler let his mouth drop down over Sid's cock as he watched Ovie's dick slide down Sid's stretched throat. He moaned as Ovechkin gave Sidney no chance to breath as he brutally fucked his throat. Really, Tyler was very surprised that he didn't have to hold Sidney's hips down very hard at all. He seemed to merely whimper and take it, all of it.

Sid's thick lips were swollen, red, and abused over and over as Ovie ground hard into the wet heat. He'd never seen Crosby like this before and he couldn't help but grab at his own stiff cock and jerk himself roughly. His eyes were glued to Sidney as he tried hard to remember to tongue Sid's dick just how he's learned he liked it. Sidney's cheeks were flushed, he was moaning and whimpering with every thrust of Ovechkin's cock and Tyler had never been more pleased with himself for outright disobeying his captain.

Chara's face flashed behind his eyelids momentarily. The way he'd been thrown down and fucked by his captain made him haul himself up and gasp. In reality angering Chara apparently worked in his favor to some degree. He knew he was trading ice time for time on his back but at the moment he couldn't be convinced to care. Not with Sidney moaning the way he was, not with Ovechkin grunting and sweating the way he was.

Ovechkin had been watching him darkly and Seguin blushed hard and bit his lip as he jerked himself over Sidney. He knew he was close and he'd be damned if he was going to come on anything less than Sidney Crosby's gorgeously pale chest. Ovechkin wrenched himself away from Sidney and before Tyler knew what was happening Ovechkin was behind him, pressing him forward. He was confused only momentarily as Ovie's hand pressed his dick to Sidney's and began jerking them.

“I'm going to make you come Tyler...and in return you going to get up there with Sidney and kiss him until I say when...” Seguin half moaned and half whimpered at the idea. He wanted Ovechkin to fuck him. He'd been dying for it ever since that first night in the bar where he'd gotten a drunken hand job and an itch for more. He could feel Ovie's dick hard against his ass and ground back against him. Ovechkin huffed and growled in his ear. “M'not going to fuck you...Chara kill me....” He half gasped, half laughed as Tyler whined and ground his hips back once more.

Sidney was moaning beautifully under Tyler and when he strained against his bonds to lick at his lips, Tyler thought maybe it wasn't EXACTLY what he wanted but it was pretty fucking good. Ovechkin grabbed his short hair and pulled him back and away from Sidney. “Not until I say” He ground out, holding Tyler tightly against him while his large rough hand made short work of both he and Sidney's erections.

Tyler shouted and leaned back against Ovechkin's solid body as his come splattered over Sidney's abs and dribbled between their cocks. The extra lubrication, or quite possibly the simple fact that Tyler had just come on him, forced Sidney over the edge and he came hard against his stomach. Tyler could feel Ovechkin's grin pressing into his neck as he released their dicks so he could smear their come together on Sidney's abs.

Tyler lurched forward and rolled sideways so he was next to Sidney. He stared up at him, admiring the way he'd taken the abuse and wondering just how long Ovechkin and he'd been going at this between seasons...or even during seasons....But he didn't have long to wonder as Ovechkin crawled up Sidney's body and sat on his chest.

“Now....” He stated as he pressed his come slick fingers against Sidney's lips, making sure he smeared as much as he could across his chin and even his cheek. “I want to see it now...” Ovechkin demanded. Tyler looked up at Sidney again and without hesitating he licked at his chin and cheek. Sidney could do little more than let Tyler tongue him, open his mouth and invite Tyler to make out with him, which Tyler gladly accepted.

He'd craned his neck up and licked into Sidney's mouth desperately. He was only a little startled when he felt the tip of Ovechkin's cock pressing between their mouths. Sidney let his tongue lathe over it and try to meet Tyler's. They kissed around Ovechkin's cock, licking and nibbling at each other, letting each gasping breath rush over Ovie's pre come slicked head.

Ovechkin made no attempt to hide his pleasure, moaning loudly and clenching his pet's hair, making certain neither pulled away until eventually he couldn't help but force them to hold still so he could thrust between their open mouths. It was becoming too much for him and when he looked down to see the face's of these two very pretty boys slack with lust he couldn't hold back any longer. He made sure to continue thrusting to make certain his cum splashed into both their mouths and on their faces. When he sat back he was very happy that they had continued to lick at each other.

“Good boy, Tyler.” Alex breathed. “Finally learn to listen. Can stop now, if want.” He finished, grinning as he saw the blush spread across Seguin's face. Alex reached up to untie Sidney and grinned lazily as Sid half rolled on top of Tyler and let his hands wander over the young winger, taking control of the kiss and deepening it until Tyler was shaking under him.

Sidney pulled back and smiled down at him. “You both filthy, shower before go.” Alex interrupted, the hint of jealousy did not go unnoticed in his voice. Tyler chose to avoid his gaze until he'd gotten cleaned and dressed.

“I can't believe you're afraid of Chara...” Tyler muttered as he was leaving, shuffling his feet at the door. “Can't believe he not give you what you need.” Ovechkin smirked. Tyler frowned and felt he had to defend his captain. “Hey, just because we're fucking doesn't mean Big Z and the rest of the Bruins aren't going to blow you away this season.” Tyler wasn't sure why he'd said it, it hadn't made much sense but trash talk was almost a natural reflex to him. “We not fucking, Seguin.” Alex said with a tone that made it clear they wouldn't be discussing the situation any further.

“Yeah well....tell Sidney to make sure he washes the whore off him before we play the pens” Tyler chirped and ran off before he could see Ovie's reaction.

Chapter 5: Vodka Balls

Summary:

Ovie recalls how his 'relationship' with Sid first started.
Notes:

Short and bittersweet, needed a break after that last chapter. It really took it out of me.
Chapter Text

Sidney Crosby and Alex Ovechkin were not friends. There was nothing holding them together except for the extreme urge to fuck each others brains out. It was actually a fairly common excuse to date in straight 'relationships' but for some reason Ovechkin couldn't handle watching Tyler and Sidney making plans on their own. He didn't like the thought of the two of them meeting secretly and spiriting themselves far out of Ovechkin's reach to do their fucking.

He shouldn't care what Sidney does with his own time. Its not like he ever cared before. He knew Sidney and Geno were fucking, somewhere in the back of his mind, but Geno had never stuck his tongue down Crosby's throat in front of him. Ovechkin toweled himself off from a very soothing shower, trying to shut his jangled nerves down. With Tyler vying for his attention and Crosby more than happy to oblige in his stead he really should just leave it. Sidney was giving him an out.

He flopped down on his rented bed, towel loosely draped over his hips. He randomly wondered what his pets got up to when he wasn't around. Was Sidney giving Tyler what he'd refused him? It wasn't that Ovechkin didn't want to stick his dick in that tight young ass, he thought to himself idly as he ran his hand down his abdomen lazily. The problem was that he could smell Chara all over him. He could guess that most of Tyler's acting out was more due to youthful rebellion than anything else.

And what of it? Half of him pondered as he reached further down and stroked himself hard. When he took Sidney it hadn't been an issue. They were both captains of their teams and didn't owe anything to anyone. They'd paid their dues. But Tyler was ridiculously young and deliciously stupid. He chuckled to himself as he remembered how entirely he'd had Seguin wrapped around his finger. Or rather Tyler's lips wrapped around his cock.

He thrust into his hand faster as images of Sidney and Tyler licking at each other surfaced. It was bittersweet for him. They'd looked at each other in a way that said it wouldn't have mattered if Ovie had been there or not. He grimaced and thumbed the head of his cock. Sidney had a slight upturn to his lips as he nuzzled into Tyler's cheek at one point. Sidney had never smiled at him that way. Not that it had ever mattered before...Sidney came to him for one reason and one reason only. Until they met Tyler.

He flipped onto his stomach and lifted his hips as he fisted his cock. He recalled when he'd first started meeting with Sidney. Ovechkin had played particularly physically on the ice when it began and he was utterly surprised when Crosby had shown up at his hotel room door, eyes downcast, crestfallen. He'd felt ashamed of the way he'd led his team to the loss and demanded, drunkenly, to make him pay for it since his team mates had refused to point the blame where it 'obviously belonged'.

Ovechkin had grinned at the time. Had laughed at his rival and wondered, at the time, if he was just spoiling for a fight. He'd merely verbally abused him at first, having had more than a few drinks after his victory, before he'd pushed Crosby around a little. He'd backed him into a wall going on about how shitty a captain he was and continuously manhandled him every time Crosby had jerked away from him.

He grunted and thrust hard into his hand as he recalled the blush that had confused him in the early days. Crosby's pale skin flushed hard the more demeaning his comments became and when he'd managed the vodka balls to re enact the check that had caused Crosby to freak his shit and toss his gloves he couldn't help but notice his reaction off the ice was a little different. Instead of instantly lashing out, Sidney had gasped and turned his face away. Ovechkin was close enough to him that there was no way he could have missed Sidney's erection.

He bit at the arm supporting his weight as he felt himself come that much closer to orgasm. Images and half faded memories of drunkenly pushing Sidney to his knees and forcing him to look up at him were swimming behind his tightly shut eyelids. That was all it took to do it for him back then, Sidney need do nothing but look up at him with that pretty pout on his face and sooner than later it would be covered in Alex's come.

He let out a very frustrated growl as the images in his head switched between these degrading images and that sweet smile he'd given Seguin and without much control he shot his load all over himself and the bed spread. He rolled to his side and tried desperately to catch his breath, his brow still knit together in frustration. He'd never felt anything like jealousy concerning Crosby and it bothered him to no end.

Knowing that Sidney had come to him by choice and certainly didn't have to take the abuse had left him so completely in awe that he would continuously push his limits with Crosby every time he showed up at his door. Working up from blow jobs to outright fucking and each time Ovechkin swore he felt nothing but lust. After awhile it became more about the general principle of the thing and less about the wins and losses of their teams. He had no way of knowing when things had changed but when he saw someone else giving Sidney some degree of satisfaction he became furious. Tyler Seguin had started something that Ovechkin was one hundred percent certain he wouldn't be able to finish.

He'd only seen Tyler a few times but he swore the next time Tyler wanted something from him he would make sure there was no ulterior motive. No Sidney lazing about naked to draw the attention away from him. Yeah, Alex was a greedy fuck, he knew that immediately. But he didn't like sharing his toys.

He sat up and wiped the come off his abdomen with his damp towel and sat for a moment on the edge of his bed. He wasn't quite sure what to do about his situation, wasn't even sure there was a situation to be handled at all. As Sidney frequently reminded him, they were not friends, there was no reason to feel this jealousy. Regardless, he texted Tyler Seguin and decided that something had to be done for his own peace of mind.