Hattrick (Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews/Sam Gagner)
Title: Hattrick
Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews/Sam Gagner
Rating: NC-17, for reals.
Summary: After the last game of the season for the Chicago Blackhawks.
Disclaimer: Yea, I wish.
Hattrick.
2694 words.
The last game of the season. Detroit Red Wings. 4-1 Loss. A fitting end to what so many saw as another failed season.
Patrick sighed as he stepped off the ice. It wasn’t so bad. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who would argue against the fact that the Blackhawks were on the upswing. They’d brought the fans back. They were the renaissance. Things looked good for him, too. He’d officially won the rookie scoring title, and finished with over 20 goals. The way he saw it, the fans had a lot to look forward to. There was plenty of time for playoffs and cup wins.
As he entered the dressing room, he felt a gloved hand run down his back to rest on his ass. A light squeeze. A whisper in his ear:
“I’ve got a surprise for you when we get back to the hotel.”
Ah, yes. And there was Jonny.
He turned his head to look over his shoulder to see Jonathan, his lips turned up in a mischievous grin. “Mr. Scoring Leader,” Jonny added, winking slyly and turning to his stall.
Patrick smiled widely and hurried to undress.
Yea, things were looking pretty good.
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Patrick scrambled to put his keycard in the slot of his hotel room door- a task that would have been much easier had his boyfriend not been nipping and teasing at his neck while his hand groped him through the front of his suit pants.
“Hurry up.”
“I’m- Christ- I’m trying,” Patrick stammered as Jonathan ground his hips into Patrick’s ass. Finally the light turned green and he swung the door open. Jonathan immediately slammed him against the wall, kicking the door shut, and attacked Patrick’s lips with his own. Patrick opened his mouth to Jonathan’s tongue without hesitation as he gripped at the taller boy’s shirt.
Jonny’s hands rose up, one to cup Patrick’s cheek as the other tangled in his curly hair, tugging lightly. Patrick moaned into his lover’s mouth, his hands moving down to unbuckle Jonathan’s belt. Once the belt was unfastened he moved to take off Jonathan’s suit jacket, attempting to slip it off his shoulders, but Jonathan had other ideas.
Patrick tugged at Jonny’s bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, leaving Patrick with a somewhat stunned look on his face.
“What-”
Jonathan raised a finger to Patrick’s lips. “Shh,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss Patrick gently, “wait here.”
And with that, Jonathan left Patrick panting against the wall and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Patrick composed himself and sighed, then went to sit on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and undid his tie, slipped off his jacket, and opened a couple buttons at the top of his shirt. As much as he loved surprises, that kind of teasing was just uncalled for.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait for long as the bathroom door soon reopened. Patrick was almost giddy at the thought of what Jonathan could possibly have planned.
His heart began to race as Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a full police uniform, complete with aviator sunglasses. His shirt was halfway undone, revealing his toned chest, and Patrick knew there was no way a cop could ever get away with pants that tight.
“My God, Jonny...” Patrick whispered, leaning back.
“You have the right to remain sexy.” Jonathan said, biting back laughter. Patrick’s smile was starting to hurt his cheeks.
Jonathan regained his composure and fell back into character. “Alright. Against the wall,” he said gruffly, grabbing Patrick roughly and jerking him towards the wall. “Spread ‘em.”
Patrick gleefully outstretched his arms to place his palms against the wall, and spread his legs open. Jonathan came up behind him and began to run his hands sensually along Patrick’s arms, tickling at his neck and massaging his tight shoulders. He reached around Patrick to unbutton his shirt from behind, slipping his hands through the opening, his fingers roaming across Patrick’s bare skin.
Patrick shuddered as Jonathan’s hands brushed across his nipples, one hand stopping to tweak at the sensitive skin as the other continued to move down his smooth stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants. He undid Patrick’s belt and slid it out of the loops, cracking it against the wall like a whip.
“Jonny, I-” Patrick started, but Jonathan quickly cut him off.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” Jonathan whispered into Patrick’s ear, his tongue flicking out to touch his ear lobe. He kissed down Patrick’s neck as he slid his open shirt off his shoulders, throwing it into a corner of the room. He kissed a trail down Patrick’s back as he sunk to his knees. A chill ran down Patrick’s spine with every touch of Jonathan’s lips.
Jonathan ran his hands down the sides of Patrick’s legs to his ankles. He rubbed at each one, as if checking for weapons hidden in his socks, and continued to stroke up Patrick’s calves, then up to his thigh. His hands worked skilfully as he trailed his hands up and down Patrick’s ass and thighs, making sure not to touch Patrick’s growing erection.
After what seemed to Patrick like an eternity of teasing, one of Jonathan’s hands moved to cup him through his pants.
“Uh oh,” Jonathan said grimly. Patrick turned his head to look behind him at Jonny, who stood up and took a step back. He pressed a button on a two-way radio near his shoulder that
Patrick hadn’t noticed before and spoke into it.
“This is 019 calling for immediate back up, 089 do you copy? I’ve found a package. Over.”
A crackling voice came over the radio. Patrick hadn’t even thought it was real.
“019, this is 089. Copy that, I’m on my way. Over.”
Almost instantly, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Patrick stood still against the wall, not sure exactly what was going on, but more excited than he’d ever been in his entire life.
Jonathan smirked and walked over to the door and opened it.
Patrick’s mouth dropped open.
“Sam?”
“Officer Gagner, glad you could make it,” Jonathan said, pulling Sam in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Patrick watched as their eyes met and Sam smiled with that grin that was so familiar to him before leaning in to kiss Jonathan more fully on the lips. Patrick watched as Jonny’s mouth opened, their tongues becoming visible between their lips. Patrick moaned, one hand reaching down to unzip his pants. This had to be the best thing he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.
“It’s been too long, Officer Toews,” Sam said quietly as he pulled away. “What’s the situation?” He said, clad in the same outfit that Jonathan wore, as he peered at Patrick over his own dark aviators. He sent him a wink, and Patrick had to stop his knees from buckling. The power that Sam still had over him was incredible.
“Well, he definitely wasn’t resisting arrest,” Jonathan said as he walked over to Patrick, “but he’s been shooting all season long and has become quite a threat,” he jerked Patrick’s pants down and reached around to grab at his crotch, “and he’s got a potentially dangerous package that needs to be taken care of.”
Sam smirked and removed his sunglasses, tossing them across the room. “Well, let me have a look.” He walked over and grabbed Patrick by the shoulders and spun him around, then slammed him against the wall. He took Patrick by the back of the head and crashed their lips together, kissing him hungrily. Patrick moaned loudly, throwing his head back from the kiss as Sam’s nimble fingers reached down to stroke Patrick through his boxers. Sam bent his head to suck at Patrick’s exposed throat as he slid down Patrick’s body to kneel before him.
“Ok. I’m going in.” Sam said, looking back at Jonathan and nodding his head before glancing back up to Patrick.
Patrick’s head was still thrown back in arousal and his knees were shaking, his hands and arms braced tightly against the wall. Sam grinned to himself and pulled down Patrick’s boxers, exposing his now painfully hard cock. Sam wasted no time in going to work.
Patrick remembered from their days in Junior that Sam’s skill with his tongue had matched the skill of his hands with the puck- and he realized now that as Sam’s skill on the ice had grown, so had his other skillset. He could only wonder who he’d been practicing with now. Sam started by licking a trail from the base of Patrick’s cock to the tip, where he swirled his tongue before taking the head into his mouth. Patrick cried out in pleasure as he sucked gently, his cheeks hollowing.
“Tell me how it feels,” Patrick heard Jonathan say, causing his eyes to shoot open in realization that he’d almost forgotten Jonny was in the room with him. It was like every time Sam entered a room, he was all Patrick could focus on- and he was pretty sure Jonathan was aware of this fact. He saw Jonathan leaning back on the bed, his shirt now unbuttoned all the way- Patrick couldn’t tell where his pants had gone.
“It’s- you wouldn’t- Christ- you wouldn’t believe how good-” Patrick said, struggling to find his words.
“Oh, believe me,” Jonathan laughed, “I know.”
Patrick looked at Jonathan, confused. Jonathan laughed again.
“Let’s just say that in Canada, we pay our dues when we make it to World Juniors teams at 17,” he said, reaching forward to ruffle Sam’s hair. Sam laughed around Patrick’s cock, the vibrations causing Patrick to groan loudly once more. “I’m sure Cogs knows what I’m talking about, eh Sam?”
Sam just rolled his eyes and started to deep throat, gripping Patrick’s hip with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Patrick began to gasp audibly, his arms almost flailing against the wall for something to hold on to.
“Oh my god, Sam,” Patrick cried out as one of his hands finally settled in Sam’s hair, “I’m going to- oh, fuck.” With a few more thrusts into Sam’s mouth, he came hard, crying out his former lover’s name. Sam swallowed everything Patrick gave him with ease, licking his lips as he rose to his feet. He kissed Patrick’s panting mouth tenderly.
Patrick took a deep breath and sighed contentedly, his head resting back on the wall as he regained his composure. “I should win the rookie scoring race more often,” he said, looking at Jonny under half-lidded eyes.
Jonathan just laughed and shook his head. “You’re crazy if you think we’ve finished with you.”
Patrick grinned excitedly and mentally prepared himself for round two. Sam smirked as he started to undress.
Jonny stood up, his now fully-erect cock bobbing up against his stomach. He started to walk towards Patrick, slowing slightly to drag a hand across Sam’s exposed shoulder blades, kissing him softly on the back of the neck. He leaned in to whisper something into Sam’s ear. Patrick watched as Sam’s smile grew as he turned his head to Jonny and nodded vehemently. Sam then went to lie down on the other bed, propping himself up with one elbow as he stroked himself lazily with the other.
Jonny stepped towards Patrick and placed his hands on his boyfriend’s slender hips. He leaned in to kiss Patrick deeply, his tongue granted immediate access to the familiar mouth. He broke away and growled into Patrick’s ear.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he said as his hand slipped down between Patrick’s legs, coaxing his dick back into hardness.
Patrick gasped at the touch, “...M-more than anything.”
“More than the Calder trophy?” Jonny said, starting to nip at Patrick’s jaw.
Patrick moaned softly, “yes, anything.”
Jonny smirked. “On the bed. All fours.”
Patrick scrambled to get onto the bed like Jonny had demanded, glancing quickly at Sam, who gave him another wink. He grinned from ear to ear and waited as Jonathan prepared himself, grabbing a condom and lube from the top of the dresser.
Finally, he felt Jonny kneel behind him, his fingers teasing at Patrick’s entrance. He gasped as Jonathan pushed the first finger in, then a second in immediate succession. He scissored inside of Patrick before adding a third finger, and Patrick had had enough.
“F-fuck Jonny, please!”
“I wouldn’t make you beg,” Jonathan said with a chuckle, removing his fingers before positioning himself at Patrick’s ass, and pushed in, slowly at first, until he was buried to the hilt. Patrick groaned loudly, urging Jonathan to continue.
Jonny pulled his hips back slowly before slamming back into Patrick, then started to build up a steady pace. He thrusted into Patrick, testing out different angles, before finally nailing Patrick’s spot, drawing a scream of a moan from the young forward.
“Fucking Christ, right there,” Patrick exclaimed breathily, throwing his head back. Jonathan continued to pound into Patrick’s prostate, their grunts and moans filling the dimly lit room. Patrick caught sight of Sam out of the corner of his eye, his head dipped low as one hand pumped around his cock in time with Jonathan’s thrusts, the other buried three fingers deep in his ass.
Just as Patrick’s hand flew to his throbbing dick, Jonathan pulled out and got off the bed. “Mother of fuck, Jonny-” Patrick began to protest, turning his head towards where Jonathan now stood. But his eyes lit up when he understood what was going on.
“I think we all know how bad Sam wants your cock right now,” Jonathan said as he kissed Sam on the throat, tossing a condom packet in Patrick’s direction, “and who are we to deny the player fifth in rookie scoring?”
“Mmm...” Sam hummed, “it’s still not as good as third,” he said as he pulled Jonny in for a hard kiss. He pulled away and got onto the bed with Patrick. “And I consider it an honour to be fucked by the first.”
Patrick grinned as Sam lay down on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and turning his head back to look at Patrick the best he could. “Fuck me good and hard, Patrick, I’ve been waiting all damn season for this.”
Patrick wasted no time in obeying Sam’s command, pushing in roughly. They both moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of pleasure.
“God, I’ve missed your ass,” Patrick commented as he started to build up a rhythm.
“I missed your- your... oh God.” Sam said through gasping breaths, his eyes wired shut. “Jesus mother-fucking shit-fuck...”
“That’s quite the mouth you’ve got there, Gagner,” Jonny laughed as he joined them on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position in front of Sam’s face, “now let’s see you put it to good use.”
Sam eagerly took Jonny’s waiting cock into his mouth and began to bob up and down. Jonathan moaned and tangled his fingers into Sam’s unruly hair. Patrick dipped his head low, panting, and wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist to fist his fingers around Sam’s dick.
It did not take long for the three of them to be brought to the edge, starting with Jonny who removed his hand from Sam’s hair and began to claw at the bed sheets.
“God, Sam, you’re- I’m gonna-” he managed before coming hard down Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed it all with ease as Jonny collapsed against the headboard.
It seemed like a chain reaction as the sight caused Patrick’s rhythm to become sloppy and uneven, and with a few final thrusts and a few mumbled expletives, he emptied into the condom, riding out his orgasm in Sam’s ass. Completely spent, he focused his efforts on Sam, jerking him off hard until Sam came with a loud groan, spilling over the hotel bed sheets.
As they all collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed, curling in to one another, Patrick laughed airily and sighed.
“And here was me thinking none of us scored a hattrick this year.”
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Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews/Sam Gagner
Rating: NC-17, for reals.
Summary: After the last game of the season for the Chicago Blackhawks.
Disclaimer: Yea, I wish.
Hattrick.
2694 words.
The last game of the season. Detroit Red Wings. 4-1 Loss. A fitting end to what so many saw as another failed season.
Patrick sighed as he stepped off the ice. It wasn’t so bad. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who would argue against the fact that the Blackhawks were on the upswing. They’d brought the fans back. They were the renaissance. Things looked good for him, too. He’d officially won the rookie scoring title, and finished with over 20 goals. The way he saw it, the fans had a lot to look forward to. There was plenty of time for playoffs and cup wins.
As he entered the dressing room, he felt a gloved hand run down his back to rest on his ass. A light squeeze. A whisper in his ear:
“I’ve got a surprise for you when we get back to the hotel.”
Ah, yes. And there was Jonny.
He turned his head to look over his shoulder to see Jonathan, his lips turned up in a mischievous grin. “Mr. Scoring Leader,” Jonny added, winking slyly and turning to his stall.
Patrick smiled widely and hurried to undress.
Yea, things were looking pretty good.
--
Patrick scrambled to put his keycard in the slot of his hotel room door- a task that would have been much easier had his boyfriend not been nipping and teasing at his neck while his hand groped him through the front of his suit pants.
“Hurry up.”
“I’m- Christ- I’m trying,” Patrick stammered as Jonathan ground his hips into Patrick’s ass. Finally the light turned green and he swung the door open. Jonathan immediately slammed him against the wall, kicking the door shut, and attacked Patrick’s lips with his own. Patrick opened his mouth to Jonathan’s tongue without hesitation as he gripped at the taller boy’s shirt.
Jonny’s hands rose up, one to cup Patrick’s cheek as the other tangled in his curly hair, tugging lightly. Patrick moaned into his lover’s mouth, his hands moving down to unbuckle Jonathan’s belt. Once the belt was unfastened he moved to take off Jonathan’s suit jacket, attempting to slip it off his shoulders, but Jonathan had other ideas.
Patrick tugged at Jonny’s bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, leaving Patrick with a somewhat stunned look on his face.
“What-”
Jonathan raised a finger to Patrick’s lips. “Shh,” he whispered as he leaned forward to kiss Patrick gently, “wait here.”
And with that, Jonathan left Patrick panting against the wall and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Patrick composed himself and sighed, then went to sit on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and undid his tie, slipped off his jacket, and opened a couple buttons at the top of his shirt. As much as he loved surprises, that kind of teasing was just uncalled for.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait for long as the bathroom door soon reopened. Patrick was almost giddy at the thought of what Jonathan could possibly have planned.
His heart began to race as Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a full police uniform, complete with aviator sunglasses. His shirt was halfway undone, revealing his toned chest, and Patrick knew there was no way a cop could ever get away with pants that tight.
“My God, Jonny...” Patrick whispered, leaning back.
“You have the right to remain sexy.” Jonathan said, biting back laughter. Patrick’s smile was starting to hurt his cheeks.
Jonathan regained his composure and fell back into character. “Alright. Against the wall,” he said gruffly, grabbing Patrick roughly and jerking him towards the wall. “Spread ‘em.”
Patrick gleefully outstretched his arms to place his palms against the wall, and spread his legs open. Jonathan came up behind him and began to run his hands sensually along Patrick’s arms, tickling at his neck and massaging his tight shoulders. He reached around Patrick to unbutton his shirt from behind, slipping his hands through the opening, his fingers roaming across Patrick’s bare skin.
Patrick shuddered as Jonathan’s hands brushed across his nipples, one hand stopping to tweak at the sensitive skin as the other continued to move down his smooth stomach, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants. He undid Patrick’s belt and slid it out of the loops, cracking it against the wall like a whip.
“Jonny, I-” Patrick started, but Jonathan quickly cut him off.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” Jonathan whispered into Patrick’s ear, his tongue flicking out to touch his ear lobe. He kissed down Patrick’s neck as he slid his open shirt off his shoulders, throwing it into a corner of the room. He kissed a trail down Patrick’s back as he sunk to his knees. A chill ran down Patrick’s spine with every touch of Jonathan’s lips.
Jonathan ran his hands down the sides of Patrick’s legs to his ankles. He rubbed at each one, as if checking for weapons hidden in his socks, and continued to stroke up Patrick’s calves, then up to his thigh. His hands worked skilfully as he trailed his hands up and down Patrick’s ass and thighs, making sure not to touch Patrick’s growing erection.
After what seemed to Patrick like an eternity of teasing, one of Jonathan’s hands moved to cup him through his pants.
“Uh oh,” Jonathan said grimly. Patrick turned his head to look behind him at Jonny, who stood up and took a step back. He pressed a button on a two-way radio near his shoulder that
Patrick hadn’t noticed before and spoke into it.
“This is 019 calling for immediate back up, 089 do you copy? I’ve found a package. Over.”
A crackling voice came over the radio. Patrick hadn’t even thought it was real.
“019, this is 089. Copy that, I’m on my way. Over.”
Almost instantly, there was a knock at the hotel room door. Patrick stood still against the wall, not sure exactly what was going on, but more excited than he’d ever been in his entire life.
Jonathan smirked and walked over to the door and opened it.
Patrick’s mouth dropped open.
“Sam?”
“Officer Gagner, glad you could make it,” Jonathan said, pulling Sam in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Patrick watched as their eyes met and Sam smiled with that grin that was so familiar to him before leaning in to kiss Jonathan more fully on the lips. Patrick watched as Jonny’s mouth opened, their tongues becoming visible between their lips. Patrick moaned, one hand reaching down to unzip his pants. This had to be the best thing he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.
“It’s been too long, Officer Toews,” Sam said quietly as he pulled away. “What’s the situation?” He said, clad in the same outfit that Jonathan wore, as he peered at Patrick over his own dark aviators. He sent him a wink, and Patrick had to stop his knees from buckling. The power that Sam still had over him was incredible.
“Well, he definitely wasn’t resisting arrest,” Jonathan said as he walked over to Patrick, “but he’s been shooting all season long and has become quite a threat,” he jerked Patrick’s pants down and reached around to grab at his crotch, “and he’s got a potentially dangerous package that needs to be taken care of.”
Sam smirked and removed his sunglasses, tossing them across the room. “Well, let me have a look.” He walked over and grabbed Patrick by the shoulders and spun him around, then slammed him against the wall. He took Patrick by the back of the head and crashed their lips together, kissing him hungrily. Patrick moaned loudly, throwing his head back from the kiss as Sam’s nimble fingers reached down to stroke Patrick through his boxers. Sam bent his head to suck at Patrick’s exposed throat as he slid down Patrick’s body to kneel before him.
“Ok. I’m going in.” Sam said, looking back at Jonathan and nodding his head before glancing back up to Patrick.
Patrick’s head was still thrown back in arousal and his knees were shaking, his hands and arms braced tightly against the wall. Sam grinned to himself and pulled down Patrick’s boxers, exposing his now painfully hard cock. Sam wasted no time in going to work.
Patrick remembered from their days in Junior that Sam’s skill with his tongue had matched the skill of his hands with the puck- and he realized now that as Sam’s skill on the ice had grown, so had his other skillset. He could only wonder who he’d been practicing with now. Sam started by licking a trail from the base of Patrick’s cock to the tip, where he swirled his tongue before taking the head into his mouth. Patrick cried out in pleasure as he sucked gently, his cheeks hollowing.
“Tell me how it feels,” Patrick heard Jonathan say, causing his eyes to shoot open in realization that he’d almost forgotten Jonny was in the room with him. It was like every time Sam entered a room, he was all Patrick could focus on- and he was pretty sure Jonathan was aware of this fact. He saw Jonathan leaning back on the bed, his shirt now unbuttoned all the way- Patrick couldn’t tell where his pants had gone.
“It’s- you wouldn’t- Christ- you wouldn’t believe how good-” Patrick said, struggling to find his words.
“Oh, believe me,” Jonathan laughed, “I know.”
Patrick looked at Jonathan, confused. Jonathan laughed again.
“Let’s just say that in Canada, we pay our dues when we make it to World Juniors teams at 17,” he said, reaching forward to ruffle Sam’s hair. Sam laughed around Patrick’s cock, the vibrations causing Patrick to groan loudly once more. “I’m sure Cogs knows what I’m talking about, eh Sam?”
Sam just rolled his eyes and started to deep throat, gripping Patrick’s hip with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. Patrick began to gasp audibly, his arms almost flailing against the wall for something to hold on to.
“Oh my god, Sam,” Patrick cried out as one of his hands finally settled in Sam’s hair, “I’m going to- oh, fuck.” With a few more thrusts into Sam’s mouth, he came hard, crying out his former lover’s name. Sam swallowed everything Patrick gave him with ease, licking his lips as he rose to his feet. He kissed Patrick’s panting mouth tenderly.
Patrick took a deep breath and sighed contentedly, his head resting back on the wall as he regained his composure. “I should win the rookie scoring race more often,” he said, looking at Jonny under half-lidded eyes.
Jonathan just laughed and shook his head. “You’re crazy if you think we’ve finished with you.”
Patrick grinned excitedly and mentally prepared himself for round two. Sam smirked as he started to undress.
Jonny stood up, his now fully-erect cock bobbing up against his stomach. He started to walk towards Patrick, slowing slightly to drag a hand across Sam’s exposed shoulder blades, kissing him softly on the back of the neck. He leaned in to whisper something into Sam’s ear. Patrick watched as Sam’s smile grew as he turned his head to Jonny and nodded vehemently. Sam then went to lie down on the other bed, propping himself up with one elbow as he stroked himself lazily with the other.
Jonny stepped towards Patrick and placed his hands on his boyfriend’s slender hips. He leaned in to kiss Patrick deeply, his tongue granted immediate access to the familiar mouth. He broke away and growled into Patrick’s ear.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he said as his hand slipped down between Patrick’s legs, coaxing his dick back into hardness.
Patrick gasped at the touch, “...M-more than anything.”
“More than the Calder trophy?” Jonny said, starting to nip at Patrick’s jaw.
Patrick moaned softly, “yes, anything.”
Jonny smirked. “On the bed. All fours.”
Patrick scrambled to get onto the bed like Jonny had demanded, glancing quickly at Sam, who gave him another wink. He grinned from ear to ear and waited as Jonathan prepared himself, grabbing a condom and lube from the top of the dresser.
Finally, he felt Jonny kneel behind him, his fingers teasing at Patrick’s entrance. He gasped as Jonathan pushed the first finger in, then a second in immediate succession. He scissored inside of Patrick before adding a third finger, and Patrick had had enough.
“F-fuck Jonny, please!”
“I wouldn’t make you beg,” Jonathan said with a chuckle, removing his fingers before positioning himself at Patrick’s ass, and pushed in, slowly at first, until he was buried to the hilt. Patrick groaned loudly, urging Jonathan to continue.
Jonny pulled his hips back slowly before slamming back into Patrick, then started to build up a steady pace. He thrusted into Patrick, testing out different angles, before finally nailing Patrick’s spot, drawing a scream of a moan from the young forward.
“Fucking Christ, right there,” Patrick exclaimed breathily, throwing his head back. Jonathan continued to pound into Patrick’s prostate, their grunts and moans filling the dimly lit room. Patrick caught sight of Sam out of the corner of his eye, his head dipped low as one hand pumped around his cock in time with Jonathan’s thrusts, the other buried three fingers deep in his ass.
Just as Patrick’s hand flew to his throbbing dick, Jonathan pulled out and got off the bed. “Mother of fuck, Jonny-” Patrick began to protest, turning his head towards where Jonathan now stood. But his eyes lit up when he understood what was going on.
“I think we all know how bad Sam wants your cock right now,” Jonathan said as he kissed Sam on the throat, tossing a condom packet in Patrick’s direction, “and who are we to deny the player fifth in rookie scoring?”
“Mmm...” Sam hummed, “it’s still not as good as third,” he said as he pulled Jonny in for a hard kiss. He pulled away and got onto the bed with Patrick. “And I consider it an honour to be fucked by the first.”
Patrick grinned as Sam lay down on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and turning his head back to look at Patrick the best he could. “Fuck me good and hard, Patrick, I’ve been waiting all damn season for this.”
Patrick wasted no time in obeying Sam’s command, pushing in roughly. They both moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of pleasure.
“God, I’ve missed your ass,” Patrick commented as he started to build up a rhythm.
“I missed your- your... oh God.” Sam said through gasping breaths, his eyes wired shut. “Jesus mother-fucking shit-fuck...”
“That’s quite the mouth you’ve got there, Gagner,” Jonny laughed as he joined them on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position in front of Sam’s face, “now let’s see you put it to good use.”
Sam eagerly took Jonny’s waiting cock into his mouth and began to bob up and down. Jonathan moaned and tangled his fingers into Sam’s unruly hair. Patrick dipped his head low, panting, and wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist to fist his fingers around Sam’s dick.
It did not take long for the three of them to be brought to the edge, starting with Jonny who removed his hand from Sam’s hair and began to claw at the bed sheets.
“God, Sam, you’re- I’m gonna-” he managed before coming hard down Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed it all with ease as Jonny collapsed against the headboard.
It seemed like a chain reaction as the sight caused Patrick’s rhythm to become sloppy and uneven, and with a few final thrusts and a few mumbled expletives, he emptied into the condom, riding out his orgasm in Sam’s ass. Completely spent, he focused his efforts on Sam, jerking him off hard until Sam came with a loud groan, spilling over the hotel bed sheets.
As they all collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed, curling in to one another, Patrick laughed airily and sighed.
“And here was me thinking none of us scored a hattrick this year.”
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