by Scott, Myra
He pulled from the kiss and wandered down Jake’s body, groaning as he moved in and touched his tongue to Jake’s tip and again fondled his balls, slowly starting to caress them between his fingers.
“Holy fuck,” Jake moaned. He fisted the sheets. His body was on fire, and he needed Crash more than ever.
The veins of Jake’s erection were ready to pop as Crash circled his tongue around the engorged head, and Jake released a guttural groan that shook the bed.
“Hmmm…” Crash sighed. He ran his lips along the underside, as Jake twitched against his tongue, releasing a few sounds that were barely audible. Crash pulled back and suctioned his mouth around the head, eventually thrusting his lips down the entire length, so Jake’s cock touched the back of his throat, nearly choking him.
Crash withdrew his lips, then plunged back down again, as he started to suck and pant his way up and down the appendage. Jake released a growl and started to breathe heavily as his cock expanded between Crash’s lips.
With one swift motion, Jake let out a cry, and his load gushed into Crash’s mouth. Jake was exhausted, breathless and speechless, his mouth wide as he waited for Crash to slide back up the bed. Crash moaned, his lips popping from Jake’s manhood as he rained kisses up Jake’s stomach, enthusiastically showing his pleasure.
He reached Jake’s lips and wrapped his hand around Jake’s head as they kissed violently. Jake could taste his own release, sweet and salty, mixed with Crash’s sexy lips.
“You’re amazing,” Jake breathlessly gasped, running his hands down to Crash’s ass, cupping Crash’s cheeks in his palms. “I wanted you just like this,” Jake said between heated kisses.
“How else did you want me?” he asked, smiling with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Will you take me from behind? I want to feel your dick in my ass. I want to feel your breath on my skin.”
Crash grinned. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by Jake’s words, to get his fantasies fulfilled, even surpassed. Nothing could beat it. Crash pulled himself up and Jake met his gaze. Before he moved further, he dipped his lips to Jake’s. He needed one more mouth-watering kiss to hold him in place. He sucked on Jake’s lower lip, before pulling back and waiting for Jake to roll over.
Once Jake was on his side, Crash moved in behind him. He wrapped his arm around Jake’s stomach and held him close. Jake sighed and then reached back to latch onto Crash’s thigh, egging him on to continue. Crash moved his lips deeper into Jake’s neck and he planted a few soft kisses against his skin. He’d pulled a condom from his pocket earlier and sheathed himself shakily.
Crash’s cock was already throbbing and begging Crash to go at it. Jake wanted it. He wanted it.
“God, I want it,” Jake softly stated. He arched his back, inching closer to Crash. Crash would do anything for Jake, especially when Jake had been terrified moments earlier. He wanted to take away all his fears and more. Crash’s body was aching to have its release. “Fuck me, Crash…please…” Jake moaned.
Crash moved his lips to Jake’s shoulder and bit down as he slowly impaled Jake’s ass. Jake let out a yelp and Crash jerked, but then started to thrust in and out steadily. He sucked on his shoulder, then ran his tongue around the area as he continued to plow in and out of him. “God, baby!” Crash groaned as the heat built. He buried his cock deeply, Jake moaning pleasure-filled cries that had Crash’s dick grinding deeper.
Jake forced himself to relax, because while it felt damn good, there was pain that kept latching onto him. “Yes!” he cried. He grabbed onto the bed post and Crash did exactly what he’d promised to make the night amazing.
“Arggh!” Crash whimpered, closing his eyes and thrusting harder. His dick expanded inside of Jake, and he felt like he belonged there. After several plunges, Jake turned his head, so their lips could meet and it caught his breath. Crash’s tongue took control and went between Jake’s lips and only swooped once past before he couldn’t hold back the urgency to unload inside of Jake.
“Oh, God!” he cried. “I’m there!” Their lips broke off and with one final thrust, his cock exploded inside of Jake as he continued to shake.
Jake’s breathing was raspy and as Crash pulled out of him, Jake turned onto his back and pulled Crash down to him. They kissed, despite Crash’s inability to catch his breath. “I got you, baby!” Jake mumbled. Crash wrapped his arms around Jake and held him in that position.
They would spend a million nights like this, holding one another, protecting one another, eventually loving one another.
Chapter Twelve
It was the shrill song of a sparrow that made Crash jerk awake in the early hours of the morning, sun streaming in through his window as he sucked in a sharp breath and looked around himself in confusion.
To his surprise, Jake shifted at his side, sleepy green eyes just barely cracking open.
Golden rays illuminated the therapist’s svelte body as he lay draped with the sheet, Crash’s eyes following the dips and swells of his toned pecs and strong arms. The light made Jake’s hair glow like a halo atop his handsome face.
“I thought it was a dream,” Crash mumbled quietly, shaking his head as a slow smile tugged at his cheeks. “I thought it was all a dream.”
Jake reached up, cupping Crash’s stubbled cheek. Crash turned his face slightly, pressing his mouth to Jake’s warm palm. Jake gently pulled Crash back down against him, where the two naked men curled together, their legs and arms intertwined. Crash brushed Jake’s hair out of his eyes, pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead as Jake smiled with a hint of shyness.
“Want me to make some coffee?” He asked as Jake stroked a long finger up and down Crash’s burly arm.
Jake shook his head. “I have a lot of patients today and I should get going soon. I’ll grab some coffee down the street. I want to make you dinner again tonight. I’ll bring Monsoon.”
Crash smiled and nodded, closing his eyes and enjoying the stillness of the morning for just a little longer, though he knew it couldn’t last forever. Clearing his throat, Crash wanted more than anything to not have to bring up the situation from yesterday, but he knew that it had to be discussed.
“The police… do you still want to go to them?”
“I don’t know, Crash,” Jake sighed. “I just don’t know. I’m so confused. Maybe it’s just an office prank, maybe I’m being dramatic.”
“You said you’ve been getting these letters for weeks, Jake. You said yesterday that you were scared, that it’s escalating. If you’d seen your face, I don’t think you would’ve believed that this was just a joke.”
“Give me today to think about it then.” Jake pressed a chaste kiss against Crash’s mouth, running his fingers through the goalie’s thick black mane before pulling slightly back. “Like I said, I have a lot of patients today. I’m going to be pretty busy.”
“Speaking of patients…” Crash said. “Are you really going to stick me with that gal that you’ve been sending over? Those glasses she wears make her eyes look like they’re a thousand times bigger than her face.”
“Well, I couldn’t give you anyone good-looking,” Jake shot back with a smirk. “I don’t want to get jealous.”
“Don’t you think I should have the best, Jake?” Crash continued with a wily smirk of his own. “Don’t you think that as a patient in recovery that I should have the best therapist at my disposal? This could affect my hockey game for life after all.” He gave a firm nod, resting his head on the pillow as Jake continued running his hands through the dark hair. “And I certainly think you’re the best.”
The gentle sensation of Jake’s fingers on his scalp made Crash want to purr.
Jake gave a light sigh, and when his eyes rolled slightly to the side, and a smile twitched on his lips, Crash knew that he’d won. He was going to get Jake back as his therapist, back into his life. Even when Jake had assured him ove
r and over last night that he was sure of his choice to sleep with Crash, the hockey player had been expecting Jake to change his mind, to disappear like a candle blown out, leaving only the faint scent of smoke behind.
But Jake was still here and he was in his arms and Crash was impossibly content.
“Alright,” Jake agreed. “I’ll take up your sessions again.”
“Good,” Crash responded warmly, tightening his arms around Jake just slightly.
“You know you were moving pretty well last night,” Jake teased softly. “I think you’ve come a long way with your ACL progress.”
“Yeah, I don’t even really use my crutches anymore. There’s still some pain, but it’s more of just a discomfort than really hurting.”
“You know when I first took on your case, I had a long chat with Coach Willis,” Jake said with mock innocence, tapping the faint dimple on his chin.
Crash cocked his head, head tilting.
Where was this going?
“He said that once you were off your crutches, and if you stuck with your program, and if I thought you could handle it, that you could return to the bench for practices.”
Crash instantly shot upwards, his heart thundering in his chest, his eyes so huge that Jake thought for a second he could see right down into the hockey player’s soul.
“The bench? I get to go back to practice?”
“As long as you’re not stupid. You’re allowed on the bench. No skates, you hear me? No fooling around. You’re on the mend but if you step on that ice and slip, you’re going to be right back at square one—and that’s if you’re lucky.”
“I get to go back to practice?” Crash repeated, like his brain had been turned off and he could barely comprehend the words.
Jake grabbed his face, dragging Crash’s lips to his own. “You know they’re starting in thirty minutes,” he said gently as Crash sucked in an excited breath but leaned into Jake’s kiss, savoring the taste of him for just a moment longer.
“Thank you, Jake. Thank you,” Crash said earnestly, kissing him between each word.
“Don’t thank me. Thank yourself. You deserve this for working as hard with your sessions as you have.”
“Wait, is this the reward you were teasing me with at the beginning?” Crash asked, smirking faintly. “I thought you were going to make me cookies or something.”
Crash had discovered he loved cookies. Or maybe his neighbor laced them with crack. It was always the innocent old ladies that you’d never expect.
“No cookies. Why, is this reward not good enough?”
“Hmm, this reward is…” Crash chuckled, tackling Jake down on the bed and greedily capturing one more kiss.
Chapter Thirteen
The hockey stadium rose high up into the air, the tinted windows glinting back the afternoon sun towards the sky.
Crash’s heart swelled in his chest, his hands curling into excited fists at his side. To be here, just standing in the shadow of this place, was so exciting that Crash had to fight back the urge to do an embarrassing little dance right on the paved lot spread out before him like a black sea. The rest of his team’s cars were already parked, and their engines already cold, having arrived at rink more than twenty minutes ago. Crash still hadn’t gotten the hang of driving with an injured knee, so he’d decided to take the bus, though it had made him a bit late. It’d been a long while since he chose that means of transport, but seeing Jake take it so often had given him hope that buses had become a bit more comfortable. That was certainly not the case.
He supposed being late to the rink probably wouldn’t matter too much since he wasn’t actively participating anyway, though he’d never been late to a practice before. Maybe he could sneak in and survey his team for a little while to see how they were doing. It’d been a long couple of weeks since he last got to see them play. He hadn’t been able to watch any televised hockey matches; it was too painful.
Exhaling happily, Crash stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked through the automatic sliding glass doors.
The air inside the building was cold, making a comforting little shiver roll up the long length of his spine. He could smell the chilled ice before he saw it, and though his body instantly began to prickle, releasing small traces of desperate adrenaline to pump excitedly through his veins, Crash knew that he would have to stay away from the ice.
Jake was right, he couldn’t risk an injury, not when his recovery was coming along so well. Resisting the rink would be one of the hardest things Crash had done, but he would manage.
Any hope that Crash had been entertaining of entering the rink unnoticed was dashed the second that he crept around the side of the rink towards the bleachers.
“Crash!” Peter’s loud voice rang out, echoing so loud over the ice and bleachers that Steven, standing beside the temporary goalie, had to slap his hands over his ears. “You’re back! Guys, look who it is!”
Coach Willis set down the clipboard in his hand from where he stood in the little box beside the rink, lifting a hand in cautious greeting.
“Nice to see you, Crash. I assume your physical therapist explained the rules of your visit here?” he asked, wondering just how long Crash would last before he had to be thrown out for trying to play.
Coach didn’t blame Crash for that urge, but it was Willis’s duty to keep his players as healthy as he could. Unfortunately, Willis had butted heads with Crash multiple times over his long career as a Miner and not once had the coach won. That was part of the reason why Crash had been banished for the better part of his recovery.
“He did,” Crash responded with a calmness that made Willis’s eyebrow twitch uncertainly.
He’d never seen Crash like this, so put together and calm and content. It was odd but pleasant.
Nodding, the coach settled comfortably back onto the bench. “Come on, boys. Let’s show Crash what we’ve been working on. Crash, you come sit with me. Let’s talk strategy.”
A rare smile crossed the goalie’s chiseled face as he gave a bob of his head and limped as quickly as he could over to his coach’s side.
In front of him, his teammates skidded quickly across the ice, slamming the puck back and forth with an intensity that astounded Crash. It’d been some time since he last saw Steven skate as fast as he was now, dark eyes narrowed on the puck, the ice and the stick in his hand.
Willis gave a faint chuckle. “That’s what I thought.” He sighed, shaking his head.
Crash glanced at him curiously as Steven shot the puck straight at Peter’s face. Peter gave a slight whine and grimaced before slapping the puck away with his own stick.
“Peter hasn’t blocked a single puck in the last month,” Willis groaned. “Then you show up, and suddenly he’s a hockey superstar.”
Giving a slight laugh, Crash shook his head as well. “Maybe he just needed to warm up?”
“No. It’s you, Crash. These men all look up to you. They cherish you. Without you in the rink with them, there’s no life here, there’s just obligation to the sport and themselves and me. They don’t have an obligation to you; they want to make you proud.”
Crash gazed out at his friends as they raced in quick, skilled circles over the ice, the puck flying back and forth like a tennis ball across the floor.
“That’s why… Crash, I’m retiring at the end of our next season.”
“What?” Crash gasped, turning his full attention to the man beside him now. “Retiring?”
“We’re having that baby… my wife needs me around more. Crash, I want you to train to be the next coach here. These men look up to you. You could lead them to glory, I know it.”
Crash went silent, looking down at his hands.
He wasn’t a coach. He wasn’t the type to sit patiently on the sidelines. He needed to be in the midst of it all, he needed to be in skates.
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�Is that a no?” Coach asked softly, heaving a little sigh.
“I think you knew I couldn’t take it,” Crash responded, watching as the coach gave a small nod.
“I figured. But I’d just hoped… I want to give this team to someone who cares about them, who wants them to achieve all that they can.”
The pair fell quiet. Though Coach Willis was feeling deflated, Crash was more optimistic, a strange switch in roles. Their time would be put in good hands, he knew it.
“Where’s Timmy?” Crash abruptly asked, his eyes flickering over the players in their practice jerseys. Even with the helmets and padding, Crash would’ve recognized the youngest member of their team.
“Didn’t show up. He does that,” Willis grumbled. “But we haven’t had a great season. We don’t exactly have players lining up to join us.”
Crash’s phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket as his fingers brushed over the glowing device. He tugged it out, glancing down at the number. Jake’s office, he realized, but he barely even managed to hold a bar of signal in this place. He tried to answer but all he heard was static in response.
“We’re almost done here. We’re going out for drinks after. Meet us?” Coach clapped Crash’s shoulder as he scribbled a few notes on his clipboard.
“Sure...” Crash said distractedly, giving a slight wave goodbye to the rest of the team and then climbing to his feet, heading outside.
He couldn’t help the tiny flutters of uneasiness that began to swirl around him as the sight of the office number lit up his phone. Was Jake alright? He’d wanted to beg Jake to stay home today, to stay safe. He wished now he’d been successful in that.
As Crash stepped out, he lifted the phone back to his ear again just as a branch cracked beside him.