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Hayden isnt one to party as much but when Shane forces him to come to the award after party how could he decline? I mean how many times a year do they get a break and fully enjoy themselves. But I mean pike doesnt even know how to act around women and ones with pretty faces especially. Shane was so adamant about attending the after party even though his fashion taste is practically none.
“Well come on pike I don’t wanna be late.” Shane says as he clutches onto his phone on the edge of his bed in the hotel. He keeps checking it almost as someone’s waiting for him which he finds ridiculous.
“You got a date or something? Shaking that leg around like someone’s supposed to swoop in any second now” Pike grins and Shane seems a little taken aback.
“Just kidding dude”
Pike fixes his collar and signals to Shane to go and it almost seems as he’s sprinted out of there which Hayden responds with a loud sigh. Shane’s supposed to be a main figure or something but come on, he’s never been so serious with something like this especially a party, his worst enemy. But as captain I guess that’s what it’s like with serious responsibility.
Pike sits around watching all the hockey players dance around with drinks in their hands as they sway around with the women on the floor. He sees JJ with a gorgeous slim woman and joking around which he smirks at the scene. Maybe he should get up and find someone to dance with I mean it’s not like anyone would deny him with those gorgeous blue eyes. Yeah they would.
At least someone is enjoying themselves, he thought to himself.
Shane was supposed to be back 20 minutes ago with drinks but it seems whatever was concerning him in the hotel has made his way to him. Man fuck this.
“A whiskey please”, as he waves his hand to the bartender who seems as he’s been wiping the same cup for an hour. His whiskey is presented almost straight away and it certainly won’t be the last. Gosh he wish it was the last. The whiskey is gone with a blink and quickly requests another one.
Gosh it’s hot in here. Is anyone else hot.
He quickly finds himself loosening his top buttons and his tie. He becomes uncomfortable on the stool he’s been sat on for an hour and his cheeks flush a cute rosy colour. Wait. I’m in fucking public pull your self together Hayden Pike. But I mean everyone is practically grinding on each other so…
As he thinks in his pretty little head, he lifts his head up to assess his surroundings once again a familiar face was present. Wait no. Fuck that. What the actual fuck is Cliff Marleau doing here? Shane told me only Ilya would be here from Boston but I guess you can’t avoid what the cat drags in. Weird seeing him alone though. Thought he would be up against 3 women as he strokes each of their waists and lips.
Sometimes I wish those hands were on me. I mean those hands are fucking massive and that height? God I feel like I’m gonna choke.
Hayden mixed in his own delusions forgets that this isn’t his own little reality in his pretty head and stares at Marleau a little too long. A little too long that Marleau is staring right fucking back at him.
“Shit.” Pikes chokes up and feels as his sweaty palms clench on the whiskey glass between his hands.
“Am I okay? Chill the fuck out man.” He says to himself under his breath. His head quickly falls back down and bites his lip. Man what if he’s still looking. Nah he probably thought that pike was still angry about the last game between them. Yeah that’s right. I mean why else would fucking Hayden Pike be staring at him so lustfully. He didn’t even know Marleau was already holding back his erection.
Pike thinks for another minute before deciding it was perfect to check if Marleau was still there or even looking at him. But I mean he’s given it enough time.
What the fuck?
Right across was Cliff Marleau's face looking at him with such intensity. God what had he got himself into. Enough with this bullshit.
Pike gets up from his stool and leaves his drink and blazer. Who gives a shit about that when there were bigger issues. His face by now has gone to a bright shade of red instead of that usual cute pink tone. He opens the bathroom door. Yes, alone. He goes to the sink of the insanely posh bathroom and splashes water on his face then, reluctantly looks down.
“Oh my god.” He slips out between those pink lips.
He actually got hard from Marleau's face. Hayden could slap himself from humiliation and embarrassment but there was no time for that, he needed to take care of it. Before even thinking about the next move forward the door slowly opens and the figure of a man he did not need was standing there. Standing there with such look in his face.
“Surprised you would show up, Pike.” Marleau scoffs as he places his own blazer onto the other side of the bathroom sink that doesn’t feel as big as it was 5 minutes ago. Pike was bent over the bathroom sink from his headache that was interrupted. He lifted his head up a bit and grits between his teeth
“Didnt know they invited a clown alongside the captain” Pike was amused with himself then remembered the mess he was hiding. Gosh Marleau stop fucking grinning at me it’s just not helping the situation at all.
The way Marleau is smirking at Pike, it’s written all over his face he knows the situation he’s in right now and knows how to deal with it right now. Marleau steps closer, Pike gulps and shouts a quick remark.
“We'll beat you next match…just watch” he manages to spit out as his bulge grows bigger in his pants as his eye contact with Marleau is so much he can cum with eye contact alone. Marleau stops in his tracks and lets out a light chuckle before sternly reminding him.
“Darling I’m not the one who gets erections from their own fucking rival team. Let alone disregard the situation.” With that statement he steps even closer. With each step the echo of his shoes make the silent room sound louder. Pike bites his lips as he attempts to straighten himself but the alcohol running through him is making it hard to focus properly and show that taller man that he can defend himself. Pike steps back and feels the cold from the tiles. Shit really? Can this bathroom expand again god I can’t. One more step and I might explode. What was in those whiskeys for the love of-
Marleau was a moan away from him. He can really see those gorgeous features now. Marleau’s 6 foot something and he’s 5'8 making his eyes hurt from the way he’s looking up. His limp body up against the wall almost as if he’s asking it to swallow him whole. Marleau’s cologne is so strong and is piercing through the air between them, if there even was any. His top 3 buttons were loose and his tie was already gone. Must of had his fun before deciding to have fun with his best friends rival. Pike never took in how big Marleau is and those shoulders that could go on forever. It’s clear he’s sweating as well as the button up seems to seem more tighter.
“God Pike you really need to learn some self control” Marleau whispers down Pikes neck, his breath leaving a last mark on Pikes head. The goose bumps just won’t seem to go.
“Marleau don’t fucking do this. It’s just…I’ll take care of this”
“Having the fun without me? You’re such a sweet thing.”
Marleau plants a kiss on Pikes inviting neck. Pike freezes up, then grabs onto the shoulders that are taunting him.
“Fuck Marleau. We can’t. Not here.”
The kisses won’t stop and they’re soft on his neck. Marleau hesitates to place his hands on Pikes waist but does it anyways. That waist that he’s almost familiar with as he’s rammed into the board many times. Pike isn’t thin but surely isn’t buff. His toned body thats perfect in every way possible. Marleau isn’t new to this.
Marleau slips his hands around and gets familiar with the smaller man’s body. He looks up at Pikes face and his mouth is holding back any sort of moan that could risk them getting caught. Shit they’re still out in the open.
Just as he realises he hears someone about to open the door and before Pike realises they’re in the cubicle. The 2 men closer than ever. The sudden interruption doesn’t interrupt Marleau’s endless love bites and rough kisses on his neck. When is he gonna fucking kiss my lips. I need it.
Pike snaps back and holds his mouth to avoid that moan he’s been holding back for too long now.
The men come in full of energy and have had one too many drinks.
I pull Marleau up and give him a look to stop as men are in the bathroom ruining Pikes only chance of feeling Marleau’s hand all over him as much as he fucking wanted to destroy him on the ice.
I guess on the bed as well.
The men laugh some more than leave quickly. How Pike managed his anger is surprising as Marleau feasts on the man’s neck. Pike forgets everything and every decency inside him. Marleau lifts his head up and his hands rest on Pikes waist.
“Shit, I should have done this a while ago. I wish I knew how good Hollanders side kick tasted.”
“Oh fuck off” Pike pushed him off and unbuttoned another button on his already messed up shirt. The tie is basically hanging on a thread. Wait was this cubicle always this small? Pike sits on the toilet seat and lays back. Marleau leans against the door also looking up. Fuck Marleau, always looking so delicious. Marleau looks back down at Pike again, seeing the bulge still big as ever on him. Without even warning the other man, he picks up Pike and places him on his lap and sits on the top of the toilet. What the fuck?
“We forgot your main issue princess.” He breathes down pikes neck once more and plants a few more rough kisses.
“I thought this would of gone by now ugh…”
“I’m glad it isn’t. Another excuse to touch the metros 13th best player.”
“Oh shut up Marleau. Weirdo”
Before he can process Marleau grinds up against his erection and Pike lets out a sweet little whine leaving Marleau almost going feral by the noise. Pike feels the bulge and groans mixed with moans slip out his mouth. Marleau’s hands that he once admired afar are now on his thighs guiding his body as he grinds against him. Pike gains his own pace and the moans come quicker. Marleau's groans also gradually starting slipping and Pike feels really close now.
“Fuck Marleau I’m gonna-“
Before he could even finish he felt the warmth in his pants and Pike is now panting heavily. Fuck he looks so hot. Marleau has never seen Pike this close and catches a glimpse of his face. His face was well portioned and not a single flaw. He wasn’t exactly feminine but had those pink lips and rosy cheeks anyone can go mad for. His dirty blonde hair once all proper now messed up almost covering his face a bit. And he can’t forget those blue eyes. Through out his neck biting mess he caught glimpses of them eyes that just couldn’t get enough. It hard to think he saw him on the ice, ramming into him and sending each other the causal insult, now on his lap panting as he came in his own pants because of him.
Pike sobered up a bit before getting up and leaving the cubicle. Marleau followed him and stood watching him as Pike aggressively said,
“Shit how am I going to go home like this. Man you fucked my neck up.”
Pike pulled down his collar and there was a fat hickey almost as he got attacked by a dog before returning to the hotel. There were multiple bite marks surrounding it and obviously the mess in his pants.
“It’s not that bad” Marleau says as he stands behind him “not like Hollanders your mum”
“Fuck this”
“You love it”
“You wish”
“Oh don’t be so harsh cutie”
Pike scoffed and stormed out leaving Marleau in there smirking and washing his hands.
I’m never seeing that mother fucker again. He quickly ran to the stool he left his blazer and drank the remaining whiskey at the bottom of the glass and dashed out of there. No one can see the mess on his neck and especially not his pants. He fixed him self up a bit before standing out side trying to avoid anyone seeing his bruised up neck and there he comes, Cliff Marleau. Can he not come in a worser time as I’m trying to find out what the actual fuck is happening right now. But I just can’t find it inside myself to deny him. He come out puffing on cigarette before putting it out and stepping on it. He sighs out before saying,
“Let’s not end things abruptly.”
“I wish we could. Marleau.”
“Next match is next month. You win and I won’t speak to you, and if-“
“What if that’s not what I want.” Hayden slips out. What? That is what I want I don’t want to speak to the asshole anymore what are you talking about Hayden. This alcohol is really making me as some greedy fuck shittttt.
Oh.
Marleau steps forward in the cold that seems to be coming in bigger gusts of wind.
“What do you want darling.”
“Next match. I win, you meet me after in the locker room.” What the fuck are you doing to yourself Hayden. He thinks to himself. It’s almost like some horny bastard has fully token over him. Engulfing him completely now speaking for him. But Hayden can’t deny. This is what he wanted. Shit this is what he wanted for ages.
Hayden couldn’t believe what just slipped past and before taking it back the taller man grabbed his waist and almost hesitated but their lips came crashing onto each others almost as they were fucking eating each other. The way Marleau’s tongue slipped into Hayden’s almost made him melt. Hayden had never made out with a man let alone Cliff fucking Marleau. Hayden almost out of breath as Marleau just seems to get even more hungry feasting on the man’s lips. Fuck why did Marleau have to taste so good against his own lips. Hayden couldn’t get enough and so couldn’t Marleau. Marleau couldn’t seem to get enough of those pink lips that he’s been eyeing for weeks now. Just how he expected, they were soft but can tell that this was his first man. Popping his man cherry ay? Marleau couldn’t wait to see what else he can pop off Pikes. For now devouring the other man was enough. Only for now.
He eventually does separate from the other man seeing the mess on Pikes face. He seems as he was about to die if he didn’t get any air.
“Shit man…you almost suffocated me asshole!”
Marleau licks his lips before giving him one more gentle kiss then winking at him.
“Consider this my goodbye for now Pike, and if Boston wins. I get to fuck you so hard, you can’t do practise for a week.”
“FUCK YOU WEIRDO!”
Marleau laughs as he walks away leaving Pike mixed in his own thoughts. Shit shit shit. What has he gotten himself mixed into. Maybe he can back out? Fuck that’s not possible is it now. Not when Marleau is now in a taxi probably going to whatever hotel the Boston Team are staying at. He didn’t even get his number. Yeah this is not good.