Theo (PCSHL Championship)
No matter how many times I visited New York City, it still always felt like being in a movie. We didn’t exactly need a bus, considering how close we were to NYC, but we took it for the camaraderie. Thousands of people milled about the streets: tourists ogling the sights while the real New Yorkers hurried past them with annoyed expressions.
The bus rolled across town from the West Side Highway. The midtown streets between Twentieth and Forty-Second Streets were ugly as hell: big, ugly buildings flanked us as the bus slowly moved through traffic.
Suddenly, Madison Square Garden came into view, and my jaw dropped. I mean, MSG itself is also ugly as fuck, but it’s stillMadison Square Garden!Any twenty-year-old would be freaking out to know they were about to play a hockey championship in there. That’s the stuff of dreams.
Asher sat next to me, looking out the window. “It’s pretty cool, huh?”
He turned to me with a worried look on his face. “I’m so nervous.”
“It’s just a bunch of hockey games, babe. We play hockey all the time. Not to mention, we’ve freaking aced it the last couple of games.” It was true. Coach put us back on the ice the moment he could, and we picked up right where we left off, with me playing both sides. Asher and I formed a nearly unstoppable rhythm.
Asher’s eyes were downcast, and I noticed he was picking at his cuticles. I took his hands in mine to stop it and asked, “What is it? Talk to me.”
His eyes met mine. Just like NYC, I knew I’d never get used to those green eyes that just somehow pulled me in every single time. “It’s more than just hockey now. People are watching—queer kids like us who need hope. I don’t want to screw up, you know?”
I seriously couldn’t wait for the championship to be over, mainly because I wanted Asher and me to have some downtime. Our relationship had moved like a speeding locomotive on a half-finished track, and we had the bumps and scars to prove it. Now, with the whole social media thing blowing up, it was another firestorm to try to manage.
“Baby, you can’t think about that,” I whispered while rubbing his palms with my thumbs. “You just need to focus on the game. If you think aboutallof it while trying to play, you’ll sink. It’s too much. You gotta just clear your mind of this outside noise and remember why we love the game so much: it’s fun.”
Asher’s lips curled into his beautiful grin. “It is fun, isn’t it?”
“Hell yeah! Plus, we’re good at it. We just need to play. Not because we have something to prove or because we have so many eyes on us, but because we love it. Those queer kidsyou’re worried about just want to see you do your thing. The more joy you radiate, the more inspiring it will be. You don’t need todoanything. Just be you. You’re enough, Red.”
Okay, I had to admit I was batting a thousand on that bus. Asher looked ready to cry as he gasped out, “I love you so much, Theo.”
“I love you too, baby. So, so much.”
Asher paused for a moment, his arms still wrapped around me, then whispered, “I can’t wait for you to fuck my brains out in that hotel room.”
“Mmm… you’re perfect, Asher.”
Asher
It was so hard to be normal when I needed to have sex with Theo. The tension had been building for days, and his house was no place for loud lovemaking. I couldn’t wait for him to split me in half in that fucking hotel room.
Coach gave us our key cards, and we carried our stuff to the room while trying not to sprint to the door.
We exchanged some pleasantries with Quincy and the other guys, then made our way into the room. The moment the door clicked shut, I threw the shit on the ground and jumped into Theo’s arms.
“Mmm, fuck baby,” he moaned through desperate kisses.
“Fuck I need you inside me so bad.” My panting was almost embarrassing. I was feral, and I needed Theo’s cum inside me as soon as possible. I stopped kissing him and backed away. “Naked. Now.”
Theo gave me a wicked grin and hummed, “Damn, I love when you’re bossy, Red.”
I liked the sound of that, so I replied, “You do, huh?” Once his shirt hit the ground, I pushed him against the wall. “How’s this for bossy?” My knees hit the ground, and I yanked his sweats down. They were grey, which made me even hungrier for his dick.
“Oh, shit!” Theo laughed.
I didn’t stop. The moment I freed his thick meat from his underwear, I was shoving it to the back of my throat. I hummed on his cock, while deep-throating him. I’d gotten really good at sucking Theo’s enormous cock and was ready to put all of the skills I’d acquired to good use in that hotel room.
“Oh, my God, Asher. Jesus.”
His head breached the furthest back part of my mouth and then lodged into my throat. I choked on it, letting myself get used to his girth, then began sucking his cock in long, slow strokes. Theo’s knees bucked while he cursed and babbled about how good it felt. So, I leaned my hands against him, wedging him against the wall.
Theo tasted so good. His precum was like an aphrodisiac, and it lit a fire inside, making me suck him with even more fervor. I leaned back, and a long line of spit connected my mouth to his cock. I let it pull on my tongue as I closed the distance between us, then swallowed him to the base again.
