Hot Enough: NC-17, PWP, hockey_fc challenge
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I could hear Jonathan shivering. The night was silent and still and I could hear him trembling, shaking beneath the blankets of his hotel bed; his teeth chattering violently and quiet little whimpers escaping him as the snow fell softly outside. I didn't feel the chill as deeply as he obviously did, but then I had more bodyfat than he; the kid was all lean and lithe and not at all built up yet, still a few more years before he filled out that gangly body.
Some time passed before a soft, wavering voice spoke in the dark.
"Rick?"
I sighed.
I was facing away from Jon's bed and I merely reached behind me and flipped the covers over, silently inviting, already knowing what he was going to ask. There was only a second of hesitation before I heard him get out of his bed and pad over to mine, veritably diving under the blankets. I was going to close my eyes again but then I felt slim arms wrap around my chest, a cool body pressing against my back and legs tangling with my own and I yelped, jerking away spasmodically.
"Fucking hell, Jon! Your feet are freezing!"
"I know," he shivered. He nuzzled his nose against the back of my neck and a little jolt went down my spine, and suddenly sleep wasn't as interesting as this subtly devious imp that I had invited into my bed.
I rolled over, eyeing him suspiciously. His eyes were completely guileless.
"You know," I said dryly, "If you wanted to fuck, you could have just said so."
The innocent look vanished instantly, replaced by a quirky grin and laughing eyes that were far too wicked compared to the ingenuous expression from just moments ago.
"I thought you might be against the idea," he admitted, his hands slipping beneath the old shirt I wore as a pajama top to smooth across my chest in a decidedly intent fashion. And his skin was cold; I twitched beneath his touch. He continued, "After all, you have that incredibly good-looking Czech that everyone pretends to not know that you're dating..."
I chuckled.
"Rusty? Yes, there is my Rusty. We're not allowed to talk during international competitions--neither are Dany and Kovalchuk, or any couples. Besides, we're...open. Last I heard he'd been in the process of being one of the many coerced into Sykora's bed..."
Jon grinned, and suddenly I knew just why he put on that eager little puppy act all the time with the team. He had that insatiable look in his eyes that Rusty got when he caught me right out of the shower in the morning--and he clearly took my words as tacit permission because abruptly hands were roaming across my skin, fingers curling in the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down and pushing me onto my back and I'd barely had time to suck in air before Jon was diving beneath the sheets, and as firm lips closed around the head of my cock I slammed my head againt the wall, biting down hard on my bottom lip to stifle the moan of pleasure threatening to escape my throat.
But silence was obviously not the goal of this game, and as Jon began bobbing up and down my shaft I let out a keening groan. I fisted one hand in the sheets and used the other to push back the blankets covering his head, wanted to see that devilish tongue at work. The sight was nearly my undoing--Jon's eyes half-lidded in pleasure, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, saliva slicking his lips; the head of my cock slipping in and out of his mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and panted for air and just when I thought I was going to explode he backed off, crawling up my chest instead, his lips bruised and wet from the thorough sucking they'd just been doing. He straddled my hips and pressed his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him; drawing the blankets over us to keep off the chill as he pushed his hips back and positioned himself over me, our eyes locking in a wild glaze of lust as he sank down onto my cock.
The pressure was nearly unbearable. It was obvious Jon was far from a virgin and far, far from inexperienced, but he was still so damn tight that I could have passed out as he slowly slid down my length, sheathing himself completely with a satisfied groan. I curled my fingers at his hips and thrust up gently and he gasped, deliciously, rocking back and forth as he adjusted, breath and pace quickening as he did. His weight was atop me and while I could move a little he was clearly taking his own pleasure as much as he was giving me mine, riding me with reckless abandon, his moans and whimpers and keening cries of ecstasy making me heady and hot and completely unintelligible, barely understanding what he was doing when he grabbed one of my hands, curling my fingers around his cock.
But even with my mind in a fog that was clear enough, and the sound Jon made when I started roughly stroking his cock brought a grin to my lips. It wasn't long before the pace had gone beyond erratic and desperate and I gripped Jon tightly as I came, thrusting up into that finely-rounded ass with a shout of blissful pleasure. Only a few strokes more and he was coming hard and with a shout, spilling over my fingers, spattering my abdomen with the evidence of his desire.
He collapsed against my chest panting and sweaty, barely bothering to move.
As we both tried to catch our breath I grinned into his hair, smoothing my hands down his spine beneath the blankets.
"Are you hot enough now?"
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I could hear Jonathan shivering. The night was silent and still and I could hear him trembling, shaking beneath the blankets of his hotel bed; his teeth chattering violently and quiet little whimpers escaping him as the snow fell softly outside. I didn't feel the chill as deeply as he obviously did, but then I had more bodyfat than he; the kid was all lean and lithe and not at all built up yet, still a few more years before he filled out that gangly body.
Some time passed before a soft, wavering voice spoke in the dark.
"Rick?"
I sighed.
I was facing away from Jon's bed and I merely reached behind me and flipped the covers over, silently inviting, already knowing what he was going to ask. There was only a second of hesitation before I heard him get out of his bed and pad over to mine, veritably diving under the blankets. I was going to close my eyes again but then I felt slim arms wrap around my chest, a cool body pressing against my back and legs tangling with my own and I yelped, jerking away spasmodically.
"Fucking hell, Jon! Your feet are freezing!"
"I know," he shivered. He nuzzled his nose against the back of my neck and a little jolt went down my spine, and suddenly sleep wasn't as interesting as this subtly devious imp that I had invited into my bed.
I rolled over, eyeing him suspiciously. His eyes were completely guileless.
"You know," I said dryly, "If you wanted to fuck, you could have just said so."
The innocent look vanished instantly, replaced by a quirky grin and laughing eyes that were far too wicked compared to the ingenuous expression from just moments ago.
"I thought you might be against the idea," he admitted, his hands slipping beneath the old shirt I wore as a pajama top to smooth across my chest in a decidedly intent fashion. And his skin was cold; I twitched beneath his touch. He continued, "After all, you have that incredibly good-looking Czech that everyone pretends to not know that you're dating..."
I chuckled.
"Rusty? Yes, there is my Rusty. We're not allowed to talk during international competitions--neither are Dany and Kovalchuk, or any couples. Besides, we're...open. Last I heard he'd been in the process of being one of the many coerced into Sykora's bed..."
Jon grinned, and suddenly I knew just why he put on that eager little puppy act all the time with the team. He had that insatiable look in his eyes that Rusty got when he caught me right out of the shower in the morning--and he clearly took my words as tacit permission because abruptly hands were roaming across my skin, fingers curling in the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down and pushing me onto my back and I'd barely had time to suck in air before Jon was diving beneath the sheets, and as firm lips closed around the head of my cock I slammed my head againt the wall, biting down hard on my bottom lip to stifle the moan of pleasure threatening to escape my throat.
But silence was obviously not the goal of this game, and as Jon began bobbing up and down my shaft I let out a keening groan. I fisted one hand in the sheets and used the other to push back the blankets covering his head, wanted to see that devilish tongue at work. The sight was nearly my undoing--Jon's eyes half-lidded in pleasure, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, saliva slicking his lips; the head of my cock slipping in and out of his mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut and panted for air and just when I thought I was going to explode he backed off, crawling up my chest instead, his lips bruised and wet from the thorough sucking they'd just been doing. He straddled my hips and pressed his lips to mine, letting me taste myself on him; drawing the blankets over us to keep off the chill as he pushed his hips back and positioned himself over me, our eyes locking in a wild glaze of lust as he sank down onto my cock.
The pressure was nearly unbearable. It was obvious Jon was far from a virgin and far, far from inexperienced, but he was still so damn tight that I could have passed out as he slowly slid down my length, sheathing himself completely with a satisfied groan. I curled my fingers at his hips and thrust up gently and he gasped, deliciously, rocking back and forth as he adjusted, breath and pace quickening as he did. His weight was atop me and while I could move a little he was clearly taking his own pleasure as much as he was giving me mine, riding me with reckless abandon, his moans and whimpers and keening cries of ecstasy making me heady and hot and completely unintelligible, barely understanding what he was doing when he grabbed one of my hands, curling my fingers around his cock.
But even with my mind in a fog that was clear enough, and the sound Jon made when I started roughly stroking his cock brought a grin to my lips. It wasn't long before the pace had gone beyond erratic and desperate and I gripped Jon tightly as I came, thrusting up into that finely-rounded ass with a shout of blissful pleasure. Only a few strokes more and he was coming hard and with a shout, spilling over my fingers, spattering my abdomen with the evidence of his desire.
He collapsed against my chest panting and sweaty, barely bothering to move.
As we both tried to catch our breath I grinned into his hair, smoothing my hands down his spine beneath the blankets.
"Are you hot enough now?"
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