Trevor And Cole My Cuties

↳ NICO HISCHIER INTERVIEW WITH HOCKEY INSIDE | 5.3.24

Surefire | Rated E | Published: 2024-09-02 | Words: 6,313

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | Tye Kartye is bad at sex | But that's OK because he has some experienced vets to teach him | Light Dom/sub | Mentorship | Size Kink | Praise Kink | Humiliation | Kink Discovery | Blindfolds | Restraints | Alcohol

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first moosespurge dms had some inspo from the selfie they took on the plane to sweden so to celebrate :))))

Jared brought his hand down to Marcus’s knee, his fingers making a slow circle as he looked up at the sleeping man again. Sighing, he tried closing his eyes again, hoping that the grounding physical touch he usually slept with would help him finally pass out.

After what felt like another eternity, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the plane. Being able to nap on their regular short haul flights was somehow no issue, but god forbid a man try to sleep on an overnight, long haul one. Keeping his grip on Marcus’s hand closest to him, Jared rubbed his other slowly up his leg. He didn’t want to wake the other man necessarily, but his body just happened to be Jared’s favorite fidget toy. Marcus was usually hyper reactive, body usually giving a twitch, and, well, he always had something to say about it too. The guy was solidly passed out behind his sleeping mask though, not a single acknowledgment given to his touch. Lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

Jared started to lightly trail his fingers along Marcus’s thigh, the repetitive motion of smoothing his fingers along the blanket covering his legs soothing to him at least. Only as his fingers swept higher to where he was most sensitive did he finally get the slight response of Marcus shifting in his sleep, his neck twitching and his head lowering to Jared’s shoulder. Jared rested his head on top of the other man’s and continued his ministrations, tugging a bit on the fingers in his other hand.

Well, at least one of us is getting sleep, Jared thought as he tried closing his eyes again. Resting your eyes is better than nothing is what his mom had always told him, and this was as close to cuddling as he’d be able to get in a plane seat. He continued his motion slowly up and down Marcus’s leg when the back of his hand hit a bulge in the blanket. Opening his eyes, he looked around the top of the Marcus’s head, smirking as he took in the lump rising from the blanket.

A past conversation filtered through his head, “Look, I know I sleep like an angel. If you ever wanted to……. touch something so heavenly…. I wouldn’t say no.” Marcus had accompanied it with an obnoxious wink that Jared had originally responded to with an eye roll, but had him considering his options now.

Sliding his hand under Marcus’s blanket he thought, No time like the present, resting his hand on the half hard cock. He took in the familiar weight, running his thumb along the head through his sweatpants. They had fooled around on a few team flights before, but those were always fast and hot, trying to finish before anyone would notice what they were up to. Now… now Jared had the luxury of time. Only half way through their flight across the Atlantic, he could work Marcus up for however long he wanted. See how long he could go before the other man twitched awake.

He cupped his hand around the base and slowly jerked up, the material of the sweatpants providing some glide. He continued to alternate his attention, before slipping his hand under the waistband to fondle a bit at Marcus’s balls. Scrapping his fingers through the hair at the base of his dick, Jared firmly gripped him before bringing his thumb up to swipe at the bit of moisture that had started to collect there. It was then that he felt Marcus’s hand twitch in his other one. His neck stiffened up as his head shot off of Jared’s shoulder.

“Jared?” dragged out of his mouth, half asleep and low. Jared started to quietly shush him, rubbing soothingly at the crease of his hip.

“Good morning, took you long enough to join the party,” Jared whispered back to him, biting back a smile at how Marcus’s breathing had sped up.

“What. What’re you doing?” Marcus slurred, raising his hand to remove his eye mask.

Jared swung his hand out of his sweatpants, catching Marcus’s with a hushed tut, “I think it might be better if you keep that on actually. We wouldn’t want people to figure out what we’re doing now would we?” Marcus released a slow whine, both of his hands twitching in Jared’s hold. “If you’d like to continue this, you’ll have to keep it quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Audibly gulping, Marcus drew in a few breaths before releasing a quiet, “Yes, babe.”

the h in nhl stands for homoerotic

bonus intricate rituals:

Are they - holding hands?

No. Don't answer that question. Just let me have this. Why can't you let me have this?

always strung out, always vacant

quinn/garly, 6k, t, coffee shop au, entire canucks ensemble

"Huggy is smiling ," Kiefer says, leaning against the wall behind the cash desk. "Smiling?" Jake says, turning from his task of chopping tomatoes for sandwiches to peer down the store at the coffee counter. "At a customer?"

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oh my god TYY

i have a vision here alright just let me cook

Thighs. Thigh tattoo. Thighs. Thighs. Tattoo. Thighs.

rating: explicit

relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

word count: 7,688

additional tags: 2014-2015 NHL Season, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Gender Roles, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Spanking, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Alpha Sidney Crosby, Omega Evgeni Malkin

summary: While on a road trip with the Penguins, Sidney keeps his omega on a short leash. That's nothing new. (aka an alpha dirtbag sid au)