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“You can’t tell your coach to shut the fuck up,” Sanguinet glared at Shoresy across the table.
“What the fuck are you gonna do about it, Sanger? I’m twice your fuckin’ size, and I’ve beat a fella twice my size so hard he pissed his pants,” Shoresy retorted. “You’re the one who oughta be watchin’ his mouth.”
“I’m running this ship now, and I can’t have you undermining my leadership,” Sanguinet argued.
“Great leadership comin’ to me askin’ for my help with doin’ your job,” Shoresy snorted.
“Do you have a problem with me?”
“Yeah, do your fuckin’ job. This is pathetic,” Shoresy slapped his hand on the table and stood abruptly. He marched out of the restaurant and into the frigid night air. He pulled his hoodie up a little higher to protect his ears from the harsh winds.
Sanguinet paid their tab begrudgingly. He was a little bitter with Shoresy for sticking him with the bill, and for refusing to help him. He knew that Shoresy cared about the team. It seemed to be the only thing he genuinely cared about, yet he was perfectly comfortable leaving it in Sanguinet’s inexperienced hands. Their first sudden death match as well, after a losing streak that would’ve folded even the most stoic of teams, everyone needed a win, and they were all looking to him to get it.
Sanguinet hadn’t even realized he had made it to his apartment complex until he was sitting in his parking space outside the building. He shut off his Jeep’s engine and sighed, putting his hands on top of the steering wheel. He had no idea what to do. He couldn’t fold the team now. Shoresy would hunt him down and break every bone in his body, and he wanted to win as much as everyone else. Most importantly though, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if they lost.
He managed to summon the strength to leave the comfort of the Jeep, and he headed up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold into the scant apartment.
It was a simple one bedroom that he had barely bothered to furnish. A few paintings hung on the walls along with a large flat screen television. His bedroom was an even sorrier affair. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cleaned it. The sheets and blankets were rumpled on the queen sized mattress. The ornate bed frame that his parents had gifted him stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of wreckage. It was a large four-poster frame with detailed carvings in the mahogany.
Sanguinet shucked off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor. He began undoing the buttons on his shirt and pacing back and forth in the room. He accidentally kicked a box at his feet, and his shin collided with the top. He groaned out in momentary agony before getting his shirt on the bed. He glanced down at the cardboard box and peaked inside at the new team sweaters. He grabbed Shoresy’s jersey out of the box and laid it out on the bed over his discarded shirt.
He longed for a few days ago, when their losing streak was Michaels’ problem, and he could focus on showing up for games and playing alongside his team. He couldn’t believe he was actually missing Michaels in that moment. Sanguinet ran his hands over the new sweater. The slick fabric felt like water beneath his fingertips, clear and refreshing. He lifted the shirt off the bed and pulled it on over his head. Shoresy was right about being nearly twice his size, and Sanguinet was swimming in his sweater. He went to the mirror and admired the way the light blue fabric looked against his skin.
Sanguinet tied his hair back into a messy bun. He turned his head to the side and ran his hand over his jaw slowly, the way that a lover might. He couldn’t take his eyes off of himself. The way that Shoresy’s sweater hung off his slender, toned frame was causing heat to blossom deep in his gut.
A loud knock at his door pulled Sanguinet out of his thoughts abruptly. He cursed under his breath and rushed to answer the door, a little more than irritated by the interruption. He wiped the sweat off his palms and onto his jeans before wrenching open the door.
“What do you want?” Sanguinet huffed. His cheeks flushed at the sight of Shoresy standing on his front stoop.
“Yeah, so…I came to tell you I’m sorry,” Shoresy said. “I’ll help you coach the first game, but that’s it. Then you’re on your own.”
“Really? You mean it?” Sanguinet grinned up at him.
“Sanger, I gotta ask you one thing, though. Why the fuck are you wearin’ that goddamn Sud-berry Cranberry Cream Pie Corgis sweater?”
“It’s stupid. I should just-“ Sanguinet reached for the hem of the jersey to pull it off, but Shoresy pushed through the door and into his apartment. And suddenly Sanguinet was weary of removing his shirt.
“Huh?”
“I should just take it off,” Sanguinet sighed.
“Whose is it?”
“Oh, it was-“
“Huh?”
Sanguinet squeezed his eyes shut tightly in annoyance before opening them once more. “It was just the first one I pulled out of the box.” That was only partially true. He had grabbed Shoresy’s sweater on purpose, but it did happen to be the first one in the box.
“Turn around,” Shoresy grabbed Sanguinet’s shoulder and spun him around so that he could read the name on the back of the sweater. He should have been less surprised to see his own name. “That is fruitier than our new fuckin’ team name.”
“I wasn’t- it has nothing to do with it being your sweater, my guy,” Sanguinet insisted. “I know it’s a little weird, but I was just feeling nostalgic for being on the team. This is a lot of pressure. Everyone’s expecting me to deliver tomorrow, and I have no idea what I’m doing.“
“Good thing you got me, then.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Sanguinet laughed awkwardly. He caught Shoresy’s eyes which were suddenly dark and traveling across his entire body.
“Sanger, you’re the one in my fuckin’ sweater.”
“And you’re the one staring at me like you could eat me for dinner.”
“Well, I haven’t ate yet, so, I am a bit hungry. What about you? Y’hungry?”
“I can’t tell if you’re asking me out or trying to change the subject,” Sanguinet chuckled. Shoresy took a step towards Sanguinet and placed a hand on his chest. He backed Sanguinet against the wall, and he felt Sanguinet’s heart pounding beneath his fingertips.
“I haven’t been this enamored with someone since Laura Mohr. You look so fuckin’ good in that sweater, it’s ridiculous. I wanna smell your goddamn sweat in it when I’m wearin’ it tomorrow for the game.”
“Shut the fuck up, Shoresy,” Sanguinet rolled his eyes. “You’re messing with me. I get it, and it’s super funny.” Shoresy cupped Sanguinet’s cheek and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. He brought his other hand around Sanguinet’s waist and lifted him up between the wall and his own body. Sanguinet wrapped his legs around Shoresy’s hips with a soft moan. Shoresy bit Sanguinet’s lower lip and pulled away to trail his lips along Sanguinet’s jaw down to his neck.
“Does it seem like I’m fuckin’ jokin’ now, bud?” Shoresy breathed. His breath was hot on Sanguinet’s neck.
“If you are, you’re way too committed to this joke,” Sanguinet replied. Shoresy brought his hands down to Sanguinet’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze which caused Sanguinet to buck his hips up towards Shoresy, rubbing both of their growing erections together.
“Fuck, you gonna show me to the bedroom or what?” Shoresy glanced to Sanguinet, already impatient.
“What’s wrong with right here?”
“So much, but for you, I’d do about anythin’ right now.” Shoresy set Sanguinet down long enough to ruck up his sweater and unbuckle Sanguinet’s belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped Sanguinet’s jeans before pulling them down with Sanguinet’s underwear just enough to free his cock. Shoresy wrapped his hand around Sanguinet’s length and gave it a tentative stroke.
“Oh, God,” Sanguinet leaned his head back against the wall, and Shoresy sank to his knees in front of him. “Am I dreaming?”
“You’re callin’ the shots, right?” Shoresy grinned cheekily. He held Sanguinet’s eyes as he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock. The moan that Sanguinet let out sent a bolt of electricity through Shoresy. He took the head in his mouth and sucked lightly before lowering his head to take the entire length. Sanguinet’s cock hit the back of his throat, and he pulled back slightly so he didn’t gag. He swirled his tongue around the head, and Sanguinet groaned.
“I-I you gotta stop.”
“For what?” Shoresy pulled off with a frown.
“I was-“
“Huh?”
“I was gonna cum,” Sanguinet explained.
“Isn’t that the whole fuckin’ point?”
“Well, I-“
“Huh?“
“Well, I was hoping that we could do more than just a blowie in my living room,” Sanguinet’s cheeks heated up again at the confession.
“So tell me what you want,” Shoresy replied. “Listen, Sanguinet, if you’re ever gonna be a half-decent coach, you’re gonna need to learn how to speak up for yourself.”
“Are you giving me a lesson, or a blowie?”
“Both. Now tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”
“I uh…want you to-“
“Sanger, I’m gonna walk out that fuckin’ door if you don’t speak up,” Shoresy stood and cupped Sanguinet’s jaw. “I want you, so don’t be so nervous. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
“Fuck me,” Sanguinet pleaded. “Take me to my room, and fuck me.”
“Oh, my God. I could just about cum right now,” Shoresy said breathlessly. “That was so fuckin’ hot.” He bent to lift Sanguinet bridal style and carried him into the bedroom. He threw Sanguinet down on the bed and removed Sanguinet’s jeans and boxers the rest of the way so that the only thing Sanguinet was wearing was Shoresy’s sweater. That thought alone was enough to make Shoresy’s head spin.
“Turn over,” Shoresy ordered.
“I thought I was calling the shots.”
“How do you want it then, princess?”
“I want-“
“Huh?”
“Christ,” Sanguinet huffed. “I want to see your face.” He spread his legs, and Shoresy pushed the fabric of his sweater up, revealing tan thighs and Sanguinet’s reddened cock. He pulled Sanguinet to the edge of the bed. “Lube’s in the top drawer. Condoms too.” Shoresy rooted through the drawer and pulled out the half-full bottle of lube and a condom. He squeezed out a decent amount of lube onto his fingers and grabbed Sanguinet’s ankle in his other hand, holding his legs open. He circled Sanguinet’s entrance slowly before carefully pushing his finger inside. Sanguinet squirmed uncomfortably as he tried to adjust to the stretch.
“You ever done this before?” Shoresy asked.
“No, I-“
“Huh?”
“No, I’ve fingered myself before, but your hands are a lot bigger,” Sanguinet replied.
“Well, it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable at first, but then I swear to God I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Shoresy said. He curled his finger upwards, and Sanguinet moaned loudly. “You sound so fuckin’ sexy. I could listen to you moan all night if I didn’t want to be inside you so bad.”
“Shoresy,” Sanguinet screwed his eyes shut as another breathy moan passed his lips. Shoresy added a second finger and scissored them apart. He let Sanguinet get used to the sensation before he curled both of his fingers and thrust in harder to hit Sanguinet’s prostate. “Fuck me!”
“I’m gettin’ to it,” Shoresy chuckled. He slipped a third finger in once Sanguinet began rolling his hips and silently begging for more.
“Please,” Sanguinet cried out through a litany of moans and gasps while Shoresy fucked him with his fingers. Shoresy slid his fingers out, and Sanguinet whined. “Please, I want your cock.”
“You’re a fuckin’ animal, Sanger. Like if I’d known you were such a good fuck, I’d have been givin’ it to you this whole time,” Shoresy undid his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. He ripped open the condom and slid it onto his dick before lining himself up with Sanguinet’s entrance. “You look incredible in that goddamn sweater. It oughta be illegal.”
“You’ve seen me in a sweater before,” Sanguinet gasped at the feeling of Shoresy slowly pressing into him.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t mine,” Shoresy explained. “It’s super hot.”
“I never knew you had a thing for puck bunnies.”
“Don’t you ever fuckin’ say that to me again. There is nothin’ more irritatin’ to me in the entire world. I wheeled a broad one time who-“
“Time and place, my guy,” Sanguinet hissed. Shoresy bottomed out inside of him, and his length was just brushing Sanguinet’s prostate.
“My point is it’s so hot because it’s you. You’re a straight up dime piece, and you wearin’ that sweater…it’s like you’re mine.” Shoresy wrapped his hands around Sanguinet’s hips and slipped out just a touch before slamming back into him.
“Damn,” Sanguinet groaned. He rolled his hips to meet Shoresy’s thrusts, and he cried out every time Shoresy nailed his sweet spot. Sweat dripped off his forehead, and Shoresy leaned down on top of him to connect their lips as he continued pounding him into the mattress. It was oddly endearing. Sanguinet never would have guessed that Shoresy was such an attentive lover.
Shoresy wrapped his hand around Sanguinet’s cock, and his thrusts sped up. He was embarrassed to be so close already, but Sanguinet in that sweater, his flawless skin coated in a sheen of sweat, his tight hole grasping his dick in all the right places was making it hard to stave off his orgasm. Shoresy pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Sanguinet’s neck, and he sucked lightly at the skin there. Sanguinet moaned even louder and threw his head back to expose more of his neck. Shoresy licked and sucked a line down to Sanguinet’s pecs.
“I’m close,” Sanguinet announced breathily. “Faster, please.” Shoresy tightened his grip on Sanguinet’s hips and gave him everything he wanted. Sanguinet shouted as Shoresy fucked him through his orgasm. Shoresy continued railing into him, brushing against his over-sensitive prostate, and Sanguinet whined. He spilled inside the condom and pulled out almost immediately. He yanked off the condom and threw it in the trash before collapsing on the bed beside Sanguinet.
“Never take that sweater off,” Shoresy smiled at him lazily.