Coach nods. “It is. Reno and I are looking into it. Put it out of your head for now. Go home and get a good night’s sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
No one feels better. We’re still largely irritated as we move through our after-game routines. I head to the shower and stand under the water for a long time before washing. I try to imagine that I’m letting all the negativity surrounding this game fall away with the water and run down the drain.
It’s just one game. It’s fine. This doesn’t make or break our season. The stupid ref just means we need to work harder and smarter.
And maybe look into how we can report a ref to the league for bullshit calls and targeting our team. That’s a thing, right? When the game stops being between the teams and is dictated by shit plays from a ref instead, there should be a penalty. Like being fired.
I head over to Shively’s after the game, but I’m not surprised that I beat him there. He’s usually a little later than me when we’re at home games. There’s more things to do at home. More people to talk to. More fires to put out. More press to supervise within our space.
The house is dark. Besides taking off my shoes at the door, my presence is almost nonexistent as I make my way into the living room and take a seat to wait for him. I enjoy the silence and the dark. It provides me with the environment to find peace. Sitting in the silence, I absently roll the small key to Shively’s dick cage between my fingers while I wait for him.
The neighborhood is so quiet at this time of night that I hear Shively’s car as it pulls into the driveway. It’s faint, but I hear itall the same. I don’t hear the doors open and shut. I don’t hear anything else until the front door opens.
It’s minutes later that Shively steps into view. He’s entirely cast in shadow since I didn’t turn any lights on. There’s the moonlight from the window behind me and a dim light from the kitchen. Otherwise, it’s dark.
He pauses, maybe looking for me, then steps forward. He stops just inside the living room and begins stripping down until he’s naked save for the chastity cage around his dick. While I’m not feeling particularly horny tonight, a thrill runs through my body at seeing him like this.
On his way over to me, Shively picks up a pillow from the chair he passes then drops to the floor on his knees, the pillow under him. I wait until his hands are behind his back before meeting his eyes. He’s watching me. Silent. Waiting.
I don’t speak as I admire him. He’s simply the most stunning man. I’ll never get tired of looking at him. His hair is rumpled right now, as if he’s run his hands through it several times. Otherwise, he looks… breathtaking.
“Come here,” I say.
He gets to his feet and stops in front of me. Almost always, the first thing I do is take his cage off him. I’ve modified the chastity rule a few times because while I love that he wears it out of my presence, I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to cause him stress or discomfort. So I’ve modified it to being worn at hockey-related events.
It’s the only time when this is “off.” When we’re living outside of this relationship. This is a way that I’m still a part of that life, so we feel like there’s a connection between us even though we’re nottogetherwhenever hockey is concerned.
Shively sighs when he’s free of it. I take a minute to gently rub around the base of his cock where it’s the tightest and try tofight a smile as his dick hardens at my touch. I get to my feet and pull him into my arms.
He immediately wraps around me, and I just breathe him in. “Are you okay, Alpha?” he asks quietly.
I nod. “Yeah.”
He doesn’t respond for a long time while I continue to hold him. I’m surprised when the next thing he says is, “Can I talk freely, please? With no… punishment?”
Taking a step back, I meet his eyes. It’s too dark to truly see them, but I study him as best I can. “Yes, Shiv.”
“I think it’s only fair that if I can’t lie to you, then you can’t lie to me. This isn’t meant to be disrespectful, but it’s really hypocritical to expect complete honesty from me but not offer me the same respect.”
I sigh and rest my forehead on his. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“So… what’s wrong?”
“I’m just frustrated, Shiv. That game was bullshit.”
“It was,” he agrees. “Is that really all that’s wrong?”
I think about the last few days since bringing up the trip to Kala and meeting with the kink group.
“Are you angry with me?” Shiv asks, his voice low.
“No, sweetheart,” I answer. I press my lips to his and feel him sigh. “I’m not angry at you at all. Tonight, I’m seriously just furious at the game. It’s frustrating that there won’t be anything done about it.”
“Reno is looking at the clips to see if any of his calls were founded at all. We’ll go from there.”
“Refs shouldn’t be interfering with the game, but that’s what he was doing. He was interfering with the outcome by constantly trying to award Washington power plays. More than half his calls were absolute fucking shit.”
“I agree. That’s why Reno is reviewing the plays. It doesn’t help that Lincoln, Saul, and Troy were making calls to counter his, most of which were also shit.”
