Glancing around the rink, the guys were laughing and joking, but still going through practice and giving it, if not their all, at least ninety percent. It was a holiday weekend. They couldn’t go home. We were fifteen games in with two losses. Everyone needed a break. Not much of one, though.
The shrill peel of my whistle cut through the sound of skates carving up the ice, sticks smacking pucks into the boards and net, and the heavy breathing and shouts of a team working like a well-oiled machine.
“Alright, everyone. That’s it. Bring it in.”
The world in the rink stopped spinning.
“Coach, is everything okay?” Malachek asked, looking between me, the other coaches, and his teammates.
“Yep. I thought I’d be nice and give you guys the rest of the day to yourselves. Coaches included. As long as everyone is here bright and early Friday.”
No one moved.
“Or we can always keep practicing.”
“See you Friday, Coach!” rang out from several players along with the coaching staff as everyone scrambled off the ice.
Hawk got plenty of love from the guys passing by him. Gone was the dog who’d stoically been watching a bunch of guys skate around a hockey rink. It was his turn, and he knew it.
Julie told me Hawk would be fine when I called her about taking the job. I was happy when Hawk proved her right. He loved it here, and the team took to him. A relaxed and playful Hawk made my day.
With all the team gone, I stepped through the gate myself. “Let’s get your booties.”
Aiden came back out of the tunnel. He’d been one of the first off the ice.
“I got them, D… ummm… Coach,” Aiden said, his eyes widened at the near slip before turning slightly glassy.
He swallowed, then knelt in front of Hawk, who stood right in front of me.
“There you go, Hawk,” Aiden said as he fastened the last booty on Hawk’s feet.
I’d been holding it together, barely. Fuck me… the boy… my boy was on his knees looking up at me. He had chewed his lips while playing, leaving them wet and puffy. Just like they were after I fucked his gorgeous face until tears rained down his face.
Clearing my throat, I croaked, “Thank you, Mercer.”
His head swiveled before saying, “You’re welcome.” He paused, then mouthed, “Daddy.”
Lust rolled through my body, leaving me a shaken mess as I trembled in my hockey skates. I watched him stand, my mouth both watering and dry at the same time. His tongue traced his lips sending blood rushing to my already throbbing cock.
“Fucking hell.”
Aiden stood, his eyes laser-focused on mine. The steel gray gaze burned red hot. “Meet me…”
“The team…”
“I don’t care. I need you.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you. In me. Over me. Whatever. I’m not picky as long as the two of us are naked, getting our jollies off.”
“I like the way you think.”
“You like more than that, Daddy.”
“Yo! Mercer! Get your ass in gear. We’ve got thirty-six hours to get drunk and laid before we have to…” Isaiah, or maybe it was Isaac, Huston yelled. You couldn’t tell them apart unless they were shirtless. One had a chest full of ink and the other didn’t. But I could never remember which was which. Luckily, on the ice, they wore numbers.
“Oh! Sorry, Coach, I didn’t realize…”
