Watching Him
Characters: Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Fake.
I knew Antoine would always be the last one to leave the arena after a loss. I noticed that about him. He took up his own sweet time undressing his gears, then he'd just sit around on the locker room benches in deep thought, probably thinking over what should and should not have been done in the game, then he would pace around the room mindlessly while more and more of the guys left. He would wait out until everyone was gone before he finally hit the showers. I, on the other hand, also was always the last one to leave, but not because of the same reasons as Antoine had. I loved to watch him in the showers, when there were just the two of us left. Yes, I had been watching this pretty boy since day one, and he was the only guy who was able to make my knees wobble just by looking at him. And that French accent--holy fuck, I found it sexy as hell.
I showered around the same time as Antoine, smiling and nodding at him as he walked past me and used the shower beside me.
"That was a pretty bad game huh." I said, breaking the silence. He just sighed in reply while his hands turned on the shower knobs. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I saw him closed his eyes, letting the warm stream of water wash down his face, wetting his hair and his whole sexy, toned body.
His hands were on his face now, massaging it with some facial wash of some sort. Good to know he took care of his skin. I didn't. Screw it. Never really found a need to use any of those products on my face. He then ran his fingers through his hair before applying some shampoo on it. That hair that always drove the girls crazy. And drove ME crazy. Sometimes I got the chance to playfully ruffle my hands in it, only to be slapped away by him as that apparently annoyed the shit out of him, which, of course, only made me do it more often.
He washed off the shampoo, and began to work the shower foam on him now. I felt my cock twitch a little bit, and at that same moment Antoine turned around, and I immediately turned so that my back was facing him, trying to hide the fact that I was getting turned on by watching him. Fuck, did he catch me watching him? A wave of anxiety hit me, and I was beginning to feel a little nervous. If he saw my erection I might as well die of embarrassment right there and then. I grabbed my bottle of shower gel and lathered it up on myself, trying to act like nothing had happened. I stole a glance at him, and accidentally let out a sharp gasp as I was greeted by the sight of Antoine massaging his butt cheeks beside me. I regretted doing so as Antoine turned around again, so fast that I wasn't ready to cover up my apparent excitement down there. I felt my cheeks turned crimson red and nervously fumbled with my hands to cover it up.
"Am I turning you on or something?" Antoine asked, and I blushed even more that I felt like my face were gonna explode. I glanced at him, and was surprised to see that Antoine had the horny look lingering in his eyes. I recognized that look. He always had that look whenever he was flirting around with the girls. I braved myself to turn my head to face him, and gulped when I saw that he, too had a nice erection going on. My mouth opened and closed at the sight, not knowing what to say to respond to his question. But I guess my hard rock dick spoke for itself. My cock stirred as I saw the water from the shower running down his whole shaft, then Antoine began to touch himself. My eyes darted up to meet his, and he looked like he was ready for a good fuck.
"Come here." He took my arm and pulled me closer to him. We were inches from each other now, the steam from the shower covering us both, and I was enjoying the sight of a horny, wet Antoine right before me. His fingers touched my chest, and I jumped a little bit. Then I felt him touching my shoulders, and he ran his hands up and down my back, sending me shivering with pleasure. I embraced him and planted several kisses across his shoulders, on his chest, on his neck, and Antoine moaned in my ears, begging me for more. He pulled me in closer and I could feel our erections pressed against each other's tummy. I adjusted myself so that our cocks touch each other, and began grinding against him slowly, passionately, as Antoine let out a hurl of English and French curses which only succeeded in turning me on even more. I felt his hands clutching my hair, and I playfully traced my fingers along his butt crack, which resulted in him tightening his grip on me even more. I moved my hands to the front, now taking his entire length in my hand as I gently stroked him, feeling him warm against my palms, throbbing and hard. I inhaled deeply, enjoying what I was doing to this French boy. It had always been my fantasy to advance on him sexually like this, but I never knew that Antoine would actually let me do this to him. In my mind he had always been straight. I guessed I was wrong.
Antoine thrusted himself in my hands, then pushed me hard against the wall. He leaned in and kissed me hard on my lips, and I responded by circling my arms around him, kissing him back and poking my tongue inside him. Within seconds, we were engaged in a hot tongue wrestling, each trying to gain dominance over one another. Our bodies pressed hard against one another, slick and wet from the streams of warm shower pouring down on us. Then Antoine broke the kiss, and kissed his way down before engulfing my dick in his mouth. I sighed in deep pleasure as he began to work his magic on me, swirling his tongue around my tip, sucking the life out of me. I held his head by his hair, occasionally pushing him far down his throat to take my whole shaft inside him. I was amazed that he didn't gag, not even once. I began to wonder how many times had he done this but those thoughts were quick to leave my mind when he started to play around with my balls. Holy fuck he was amazing. His hand continued stroking my dick as he took in my balls one by one, sucking them, licking them, before he returned back to my throbbing erection. I could feel that I was coming close to the edge and urged him to go faster, which he gladly obeyed. The sensation was quickly building up inside me, and with a scream I exploded into his mouth. He took me out of him and sticked out his tongue while his hands massaged my dick as I spurted more of my cum on him. Then I went limp on the wall, my chest heaving up and down, watching Antoine licked some of the cum from my tip as the shower washed away my remains from his face. I smiled and giggled at him, still kneeling down, massaging my thighs.
"That was fun." He said while giving each of my thigh a kiss.
"Yeah." I replied, now sitting down to face him. I ran my hand through his wet hair and pulled him in for a little kiss. "You think we should do it more often?"
He nodded eagerly. "But you still owe me one." He said and winked. I smiled. We stood up and turned off the shower, dried ourselves up and headed out, a satisfied grin plastered on my face. Hell yeah I owed Antoine one. And next time, it's not gonna be just a blowjob in the shower. It's gonna be better. Way better.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Fake.
I knew Antoine would always be the last one to leave the arena after a loss. I noticed that about him. He took up his own sweet time undressing his gears, then he'd just sit around on the locker room benches in deep thought, probably thinking over what should and should not have been done in the game, then he would pace around the room mindlessly while more and more of the guys left. He would wait out until everyone was gone before he finally hit the showers. I, on the other hand, also was always the last one to leave, but not because of the same reasons as Antoine had. I loved to watch him in the showers, when there were just the two of us left. Yes, I had been watching this pretty boy since day one, and he was the only guy who was able to make my knees wobble just by looking at him. And that French accent--holy fuck, I found it sexy as hell.
I showered around the same time as Antoine, smiling and nodding at him as he walked past me and used the shower beside me.
"That was a pretty bad game huh." I said, breaking the silence. He just sighed in reply while his hands turned on the shower knobs. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I saw him closed his eyes, letting the warm stream of water wash down his face, wetting his hair and his whole sexy, toned body.
His hands were on his face now, massaging it with some facial wash of some sort. Good to know he took care of his skin. I didn't. Screw it. Never really found a need to use any of those products on my face. He then ran his fingers through his hair before applying some shampoo on it. That hair that always drove the girls crazy. And drove ME crazy. Sometimes I got the chance to playfully ruffle my hands in it, only to be slapped away by him as that apparently annoyed the shit out of him, which, of course, only made me do it more often.
He washed off the shampoo, and began to work the shower foam on him now. I felt my cock twitch a little bit, and at that same moment Antoine turned around, and I immediately turned so that my back was facing him, trying to hide the fact that I was getting turned on by watching him. Fuck, did he catch me watching him? A wave of anxiety hit me, and I was beginning to feel a little nervous. If he saw my erection I might as well die of embarrassment right there and then. I grabbed my bottle of shower gel and lathered it up on myself, trying to act like nothing had happened. I stole a glance at him, and accidentally let out a sharp gasp as I was greeted by the sight of Antoine massaging his butt cheeks beside me. I regretted doing so as Antoine turned around again, so fast that I wasn't ready to cover up my apparent excitement down there. I felt my cheeks turned crimson red and nervously fumbled with my hands to cover it up.
"Am I turning you on or something?" Antoine asked, and I blushed even more that I felt like my face were gonna explode. I glanced at him, and was surprised to see that Antoine had the horny look lingering in his eyes. I recognized that look. He always had that look whenever he was flirting around with the girls. I braved myself to turn my head to face him, and gulped when I saw that he, too had a nice erection going on. My mouth opened and closed at the sight, not knowing what to say to respond to his question. But I guess my hard rock dick spoke for itself. My cock stirred as I saw the water from the shower running down his whole shaft, then Antoine began to touch himself. My eyes darted up to meet his, and he looked like he was ready for a good fuck.
"Come here." He took my arm and pulled me closer to him. We were inches from each other now, the steam from the shower covering us both, and I was enjoying the sight of a horny, wet Antoine right before me. His fingers touched my chest, and I jumped a little bit. Then I felt him touching my shoulders, and he ran his hands up and down my back, sending me shivering with pleasure. I embraced him and planted several kisses across his shoulders, on his chest, on his neck, and Antoine moaned in my ears, begging me for more. He pulled me in closer and I could feel our erections pressed against each other's tummy. I adjusted myself so that our cocks touch each other, and began grinding against him slowly, passionately, as Antoine let out a hurl of English and French curses which only succeeded in turning me on even more. I felt his hands clutching my hair, and I playfully traced my fingers along his butt crack, which resulted in him tightening his grip on me even more. I moved my hands to the front, now taking his entire length in my hand as I gently stroked him, feeling him warm against my palms, throbbing and hard. I inhaled deeply, enjoying what I was doing to this French boy. It had always been my fantasy to advance on him sexually like this, but I never knew that Antoine would actually let me do this to him. In my mind he had always been straight. I guessed I was wrong.
Antoine thrusted himself in my hands, then pushed me hard against the wall. He leaned in and kissed me hard on my lips, and I responded by circling my arms around him, kissing him back and poking my tongue inside him. Within seconds, we were engaged in a hot tongue wrestling, each trying to gain dominance over one another. Our bodies pressed hard against one another, slick and wet from the streams of warm shower pouring down on us. Then Antoine broke the kiss, and kissed his way down before engulfing my dick in his mouth. I sighed in deep pleasure as he began to work his magic on me, swirling his tongue around my tip, sucking the life out of me. I held his head by his hair, occasionally pushing him far down his throat to take my whole shaft inside him. I was amazed that he didn't gag, not even once. I began to wonder how many times had he done this but those thoughts were quick to leave my mind when he started to play around with my balls. Holy fuck he was amazing. His hand continued stroking my dick as he took in my balls one by one, sucking them, licking them, before he returned back to my throbbing erection. I could feel that I was coming close to the edge and urged him to go faster, which he gladly obeyed. The sensation was quickly building up inside me, and with a scream I exploded into his mouth. He took me out of him and sticked out his tongue while his hands massaged my dick as I spurted more of my cum on him. Then I went limp on the wall, my chest heaving up and down, watching Antoine licked some of the cum from my tip as the shower washed away my remains from his face. I smiled and giggled at him, still kneeling down, massaging my thighs.
"That was fun." He said while giving each of my thigh a kiss.
"Yeah." I replied, now sitting down to face him. I ran my hand through his wet hair and pulled him in for a little kiss. "You think we should do it more often?"
He nodded eagerly. "But you still owe me one." He said and winked. I smiled. We stood up and turned off the shower, dried ourselves up and headed out, a satisfied grin plastered on my face. Hell yeah I owed Antoine one. And next time, it's not gonna be just a blowjob in the shower. It's gonna be better. Way better.