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Sawyer angrily stripped out of his jersey and threw it toward the laundry bin then started yanking at the straps of his chest protector, ignoring his teammates filtering in around him and heading to their own stalls. The Titans had been in control of the game through the first two periods, going into second intermission with a healthy three goal lead. It was a bit of an ironic joke that the three goal lead was the most dangerous one in hockey, and that had certainly come true tonight when the Wranglers had come storming back with a vengeance, scoring three unanswered in ten minutes to tie it up. Toronto put up a fight and got one back, but when given the opportunity to put the game away with an empty netter, Soupy had hit post and Dallas’s rookie center had managed to squeak the tying goal past Sawyer with less than 10 seconds to go. Then the little shit scored the game winner in overtime, just to really rub salt in the wound.
He slumped into his stall and started removing his leg pads, replays of the game bouncing around inside his head like a puck on third period ice. Sawyer knew, objectively, that the loss wasn’t entirely his fault, that defense was a whole team effort and the younger, quicker Dallas team had skated circles around the more experienced but aging Toronto blue line all game; by the third period, they were all dog tired while the kids seemed as fresh as daisies. Still, it shouldn’t have mattered because Sawyer had studied hours of tape on every single one of the Wranglers, had broken down all their quirks and tendencies and habits with the coaches. His job was to predict where they were going to shoot and be there to stop it, and he’d fucked that up.
He gritted his teeth and replayed the last two goals in his mind, seeing the kid—Doyle, 18, out of the Dub, left shot, awkward skater but great hands, still a little skittish of taking NHL hits, playmaker who can score when given the opportunity—accept a pass at the point, his defensemen down low to pinch and the much more experienced Gesner on his left wing. There was a wide open passing lane between them and Sawyer had shifted left, ready to stop Gesner’s one-timer when it came—only it hadn’t come. The kid took the shot himself, aiming unerringly through the mess at the front of the net and right above Sawyer’s shoulder to hit twine.
If it had been just that, Sawyer wouldn’t have been so upset with himself. The kid had a rocket of a shot, but he also had a bad habit of passing when he should shoot and deferring to his more experienced teammates, so getting caught looking when he actually did shoot was forgivable—once. But in OT, with Gesner and Doyle on the ice together again, Sawyer had been fooled by the exact same goddamn play, and the kid got his first NHL game winning goal.
As the cherry on the top of this shit sundae, the Titans were on the road in fucking Texas, which was about the last place he would go looking for the type of company that would make this night tolerable. He was sure a city as big as Dallas had a bunch of gay bars, but fuck if he was going to take an Uber to a random club the night before a 6am flight just to try to seduce a nameless twink when what he really wanted was to tie one particular twink to his bed and fuck him until he cried.
His phone vibrated loudly on the shelf above his stall, shaking him out of his angry mental tirade. Sawyer glanced to either side of him—Soupy wasn’t even at his stall, instead was halfway across the room, chatting with Bean, a veteran AHLer whose high-sticking minor had led to one of the goals against, while Army was talking with one of the trainers as he stripped out of his own gear, ignoring Sawyer entirely. Sure he had as much privacy as possible in the inherently communal locker room, Sawyer picked up his phone and swiped up to unlock, then navigated over to Snapchat.
- Dev
- saw the score :(
- sry bby
- i know what u need after a game like that 😘
- u wanna play 2nite?
Today
A heat of a different kind chased away the anger at the loss, and Sawyer swallowed. He couldn’t fuck Dev himself, not with the other man a half a continent away, but he could do the next best thing. Carefully angling the screen toward himself, he texted back.
- Sawyer
- Yes. Two hours. Wear the diamond earrings I bought you.
- And the red plug.
- Dev
- 😘 i’ll send u a snap when i find a friend
Sawyer put his phone face down and finished stripping down to his base layers just as the coaching staff came in and started the post-loss pep talk. He did his best to pay attention, pushing away the anticipation in order to focus on what Coach was saying about resilience and bouncing back. Sawyer had heard a thousand variations on this speech over his career but it helped lighten the weight of the loss, hearing the man say that they win as a team and they lose as a team, and that he still believed in them.
When Coach was done, their comms director Hannah appeared, clipboard in hand, to collect players for media availability. She arched a perfectly manicured brow at Sawyer, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head. She narrowed her eyes but kept walking, grabbing a still-shirtless Soupy and two other players to throw to the wolves that were the Toronto hockey media. He didn’t like to use his seniority to wriggle out of talking to reporters after a loss like this, which was probably why she let him get away with it, though he’d probably have to make it up to her with a goofy video for the team’s TikTok or something. Between the shitty game and the knowledge of what was happening at home in Toronto, he just didn’t think he could spout the necessary hockey clichés tonight, even though it wouldn’t be as much of a gauntlet as it was at home. Only about half their usual reporters had traveled with them on this road trip and despite the Wranglers being contenders nearly every year, Dallas still wasn’t really a hockey town. Soupy and the guys should probably thank him for letting them have an easy night.
An hour and forty five minutes later, Sawyer was finally alone in his hotel room. The exhaustion of the game and the travel was catching up to him, but he’d received a snap while on the bus, and arousal was already simmering in his gut. He hadn’t opened it, not with his nosy teammates just a few feet away, and with each minute it sat unread on his phone, his anticipation grew. He placed the phone face down on his bed and went about his nightly routine: hanging up his game day suit and changing into a pair of loose basketball shorts, brushing his teeth, then setting up his white noise machine, a box of tissues, and a bottle of lube on the bedside table. Finally, he arranged the pillows up against the headboard to prop himself up, put in his earbuds, and unlocked his phone.
His cock was already thickening up in anticipation as he navigated over to Snapchat and opened the photo. Two men stood pressed side-by-side in a dark dance club, arms around each other, their faces touching as they looked up at the camera, both slightly washed out by the flash. One was a good-looking white guy, tall and muscular, wearing a black tanktop and a wide silver chain around his thick neck. His hair was a medium-dark brown, cut short on the sides and spiked up on top, gelled within an inch of its life. He had a little bit of scruff that shone red-gold in the flash of the phone camera, and he was smiling, showing off perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. The other man was shorter, noticeably slimmer, and in Sawyer’s opinion, much more attractive. His black hair was wavy and long enough to brush his shoulders, and his skin was a gorgeous shade of brown that never failed to make Sawyer’s mouth water with the desire to kiss and lick and bite. Thick black lashes framed dark brown eyes that even in the photo sparkled with humor, and his plush lips were pursed in a way that made Sawyer’s dick throb. A huge diamond stud glinted in each of his earlobes and Sawyer groaned at the sight. Dev was always gorgeous but somehow, knowing he was wearing things Sawyer had bought for him always made him just that little bit sexier.
Finally, he forced himself to look away from Dev’s face and at the caption. In sparkly text, it read “his name is jayce with a Y and he’s a hot muscle top. not the hottest or muscliest top i know but he’ll do for 2nite, don’t u think?”
Sawyer screenshotted the photo before tapping the chatbox to reply.
- Sawyer
- You look beautiful, baby. How long before you’re home?
- Dev
- in the uber rn
- hard to sit still tho
- every bump we go over makes ur plug rub me just right
- 😉
Sawyer squeezed his half-hard cock through the silky mesh of his shorts. He’d forgotten he’d told Dev to wear a plug to the club, and the reminder was a kick to the gut.
- Sawyer
- You need something in your greedy little hole all the time, don’t you baby? My perfect little slut.
- Dev
- wish it was ur cock 🍆🍆🍆
- Sawyer
- So do I, sweetheart.
- Did Jayce with a Y show you his cock? Will it fill you up like I would?
- Dev
- mmmmmm yes it’s a nice cock 🍆
- Sawyer
- Will he let you take a picture? Show me the cock that’s gonna make you come tonight.
There was a bit of a delay and Sawyer took the time to reach inside his shorts and cup his balls, rolling them around a little bit in his palm while he waited. His phone vibrated again, and the text thread was pushed to the top to make way for a dick pic. It was a nice dick, Sawyer had to admit, thick and cut, with a nicely shaped head and a straight shaft. It didn’t look all the way hard, so it was hard to judge the length, but to Dev, girth was more important anyway. He squeezed his own balls a little meanly, using the pain to ground him in the present, and typed out a reply one-handed.
- Sawyer
- That’s a good cock. But does he know how to use it?
- Dev
- lmao he says of course he does
- Sawyer
- Good. I’m trusting him with my most prized possession. He better take good care of it.
- Dev
- 🥰
- okay uber is here. will facetime u when we’re upstairs in ur condo
- Sawyer
- I can’t wait.
Sawyer set the phone down and let out a deep breath. He loved playing these games with Dev, needed it, really, but there was always a kernel of jealousy and worry whenever he watched Dev with one of his club friends, even when Sawyer was the one calling all the shots. Part of him was always wondering how long it would be until Dev would get tired of the secrecy and end up leaving Sawyer for someone who was willing to march with him during the Toronto Pride Parade, no matter how many expensive things Sawyer bought him. Hockey had made strides toward inclusivity, especially since the League’s golden boy Griffin Lewis had come out and married his long-time teammate, but while the fans and players might be willing to overlook a couple queers in a nice, respectable, monogamous relationship, it would be a different story if the queer in question was fucking a college student 14 years his junior, paying his tuition, and watching said college student have casual sex with any number of other men.
His phone rang, yanking him back into the present. The contact photo didn’t include Dev’s face, just the back of his head with his long, wavy hair. It wasn’t truly anonymous, but both the name and picture were ambiguous enough that even when his teammates saw it, it didn’t raise any eyebrows. It wasn’t as if he was the only player who had barely-disguised hookups hidden in his phone; at least Sawyer wasn’t hiding puck bunnies from a wife. He accepted the Facetime call and smiled as soon as he saw Dev’s face in the low lighting of his downtown condo. His cheeks were flushed from the cold of the Toronto night, but his hair was still wavy like it only got after hours spent dancing in a hot, humid club. “Hey baby,” Sawyer said, keeping his voice low. “You look gorgeous.”
Dev’s grin widened. “Thank you. You look good too. Not quite so pissed off as before,” he added, and Sawyer winced at the reminder of the end of the game. Dev’s smile faded. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You know—”
“I don’t want to talk about it tonight,” he said, interrupting Dev’s apology before he said something that would clue Jayce with a Y in to who Dev’s mysterious sugar daddy was. “Not tonight,” he repeated, softer, watching as Dev’s expression softened. “Tonight’s about you, baby. What am I gonna do to you tonight?” Dev licked his lips, and Sawyer grinned. “Yeah, I think he should fuck your face first. I know how much you love getting your face fucked.”
“I do,” Dev agreed, voice low and throaty, and the speakerphone picked up a deep groan from just across the room, presumably Jayce with a Y. “But what about my ass?”
“Your ass?” Sawyer asked, feigning ignorance and drawing a whine from Dev. He chuckled. “I won’t forget your pretty, greedy, needy ass, baby. You know I wouldn’t do that to you. He can fuck your face but he won’t come there. When I say, he’s going to put you on your knees and show me how he fucks your perfect slutty hole.” Dev bit his lip and even through the tiny phone screen, Sawyer could see his pupils dilate with arousal. “Okay baby, let me talk to your friend.”
“Yessir,” Dev groaned, and Sawyer’s cock throbbed. He wasn’t really the kind of dom who wanted his partners to call him “Master” in bed, but there was something thrilling and intense about Dev already being so into it that he let the “sir” slip out on his own. Sawyer was so distracted by it that he nearly forgot to turn his camera off, scrambling to press the button just as Jayce with a Y’s face appeared on his screen.
Jayce looked a little nervous, but Sawyer gave him credit for pushing through it. “Hey, uh. So what do I call you? Mysterious benefactor? Daddy?”
Sawyer grimaced. “Definitely not that. John works, if you need to call me something. Dev explained this to you?”
Jayce nodded. “Yeah, he said you were on a business trip, and you guys do this a lot?” His inflection rose at the end, making it a question, and Sawyer answered with a nod before he remembered the camera was off.
“Yeah, we do it a lot,” he said, then continued, “You do what I tell you, and only what I tell you. Always wear a condom, and if he says stop, you stop immediately. It's not that kind of game. Keep the phone in your hand and show me what you’re doing. I want to see it all. Your cock, his face, his ass, hands, whatever.”
Jayce nodded again, then frowned. “You don’t want me to hurt him or anything, right? Cause that’s not really my thing.”
Sawyer smiled, feeling a bit of warmth toward this guy that he didn’t expect. “No, we’re gonna make him feel good. Really good.” Jayce grinned. “Okay, turn the camera around. I want to see him.”
The video wobbled as Jayce did as instructed, and then Sawyer’s phone screen was focused on Dev, who had taken the opportunity to strip down to a pair of tight black briefs, tossing his club clothes on the chair next to the king-sized bed. His slender, nearly hairless body gleamed golden in the lamplight, the shadows casting his trim muscles into relief. His dark brown nipples, both sporting a gold ring, were already tight and hard despite the fact that Dev kept the temperature in Sawyer’s condo at near sauna levels. He smirked at the camera and tilted his head back, one hand sliding down his flat stomach to cup his cock through the fabric, the other reaching across to play with one of his nipple rings, tugging at the metal. He let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he rubbed himself showily.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jayce said, voice deep and throaty. “Fuck, I wanna touch you so bad.”
“Not yet,” Sawyer said, watching as a shiver went through Dev’s body at the sound of his voice. He slipped the hand not holding his phone back into his shorts and wrapped it around his hard cock, not rubbing, just holding it. “Dev, baby, get on your knees and show our friend how good you are at sucking cock.”
Dev smiled and beckoned Jayce forward with a crooked finger. The video shook a little as he complied, then wobbled even more as Jayce turned to sit on the edge of the bed while Dev knelt between his spread thighs. Jayce held the camera close enough that Sawyer felt he could almost smell the warm, spicy scent of Dev’s cologne as he unbuttoned the fly of Jayce’s jeans and yanked them down, pulling his cock out and licking the bare tip. It was a good cock, Sawyer had to admit, better now that it was almost fully hard, the head fully exposed and the tip slightly wet.
Sawyer gave his own cock a quick squeeze, then said, “Condom,” causing Dev to roll his eyes in annoyance. Still, he obediently pulled a foil packet from under the bed, and Sawyer grinned. “Good boy,” he said, enjoying the way the praise cause Dev to shiver a little. Ever the show-off, Dev ripped open the packet and placed it just at the tip of Jayce’s cock, then used his mouth to roll it on in one smooth motion, swallowing noisily as he did so. Jayce moaned and let the phone dip until all Sawyer could see was the shell of Dev’s ear. “Show me,” he snapped.
Jayce was quick to comply, and Sawyer was able to see Dev’s nose brush up against the wiry hair at the base of Jayce’s cock. “God, that feels so good,” Jayce muttered. “Can I touch him now?”
The question sent a bolt of lust through Sawyer and he finally relented and gave his cock a stroke. “Yes. Hold his head with your other hand, but keep the camera up and on him.” Jayce did as he was told, threading his fingers through Dev’s thick black hair and cupping the back of his head almost gently. Sawyer watched for another minute, rolling his balls with his hand as Dev did the same to Jayce. “You can be rougher with him now,” he said.
Jayce startled a little, the video going a bit shaky, but to his credit, he followed instructions almost as well as Dev. His fingers tightened into Dev’s hair to hold him in place and he thrust forward, tentative at first but harder when Dev only moaned and tipped his head back to give him better access. Sawyer shifted on the hotel bedspread, using his free hand to pull his shorts down and off, eventually kicking them to the floor. When he was naked, he spread his legs further to give himself better access and cupped his own balls as Jayce continued to forcefully fuck Dev’s face, which was wet with tears and spit.
“God, baby,” he groaned, “you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you, taking that cock like you were born for it. Perfect little cockslut.” Dev whined around the cock in his mouth, but Jayce kept him where he was and Sawyer licked his lips, enjoying watching him struggle. Just before Sawyer was about to tell him to let Dev breathe, Jayce used his grip on Dev’s hair to pull him off, and Dev sucked in air like he’d just skated a two minute shift. Sawyer cursed under his breath when Jayce guided Dev’s mouth back around his cock. “Fucking hell. Tell me what he feels like, what his mouth feels like,” Sawyer said, his voice rough.
“He feels, fuck,” Jayce said, breathing almost as heavily as Dev. “So good. So hot. So wet. He’s so good at this. Feels like he’s sucking my fucking brains out through my dick.”
Sawyer huffed out a startled laugh. “Yeah, it does feel like that,” he agreed. “How close are you?”
Jayce yanked Dev back until he could only suckle on the head. “I’m … fuck. Pretty close. Pretty fuckin’ close.”
“Well we can’t have that, not with his ass still hungry,” Sawyer said, and Dev smirked up at them both, a feat with a cock in his mouth. “Such a little brat,” he said.
Dev pulled off Jayce’s cock and licked his lips while he stared right into the camera. “How do you want me?”
Jayce was smart enough to realize this question wasn’t directed at him, and Sawyer took a moment to consider as he pulled on his foreskin and smeared precome all over the head. “I want to see your face and your cock, but it might be hard for our friend here to keep you in frame with the camera that way.” He jacked himself a couple of times. “No, I think I want you up by the headboard, on your hands and knees. That’ll give me the best view of your perfect ass.”
“It’s such a good ass,” Jayce chimed in.
Sawyer barked out a laugh. “You have no idea,” he said. Dev winked up at him and rose to his feet, more graceful than he had any right to be after so long on his knees; Sawyer’s own surgically-repaired knees ached just watching him.
Jayce turned around and they both watched as Dev bent forward and slowly drew his briefs down, the round globes of his ass jiggling slightly as he stepped out of them, still bent nearly in half. Sawyer stroked himself as Dev rolled back upright, then crawled forward onto the bed. He didn’t look back until he was nearly at the headboard; then, he glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “Like this?” he asked, squeezing his cheeks around the bright red plug still in his ass.
Jayce groaned. “Fuck, Dev, you’ve been wearing that all night? That’s so fucking hot.”
Even knowing it was coming, Sawyer was almost as awed as Jayce. It wasn’t just the view, though that was admittedly incredible—the contrast of the ruby colored silicone with Dev’s smooth brown skin made Sawyer’s cock throb. No, it was the knowledge that Dev had worn it because Sawyer told him to, that Sawyer had bought the toy for him and even when he was out dancing with other men, flirting with them, even taking one home, he still had a little bit of Sawyer deep inside him.
Sawyer swore under his breath and jerked his cock faster for just a moment, then squeezed the base to draw himself back from the edge. “Yeah, baby, like that. Fuck you’re perfect. God.” He took a deep breath and reached for that same focus he looked for before shootouts, where he was calm and centered but still ready for anything. “Jayce, there’s lube on the nightstand—get him nice and wet but don’t use your fingers much. The toy’s enough prep and he likes a little bit of stretch.”
The video shook as Jayce climbed onto the bed. “God, yeah, I can’t wait to feel your pretty ass on my cock,” he said, setting the phone down on the bedspread. Sawyer took the opportunity to prop his own phone up against his thigh, freeing his other hand to play with his balls while he stroked his cock. He closed his eyes and listened to Dev’s soft sighs and the wet sounds of lube being opened and poured, wishing he was within arm’s reach and not a half a continent away. He was nearing the end of his career—he knew it, the team knew it, even the fans knew it—and maybe by this time next year he’d be able to direct these little rendezvous from the chair in their bedroom. Maybe Jayce would be up for a repeat performance—he wasn’t really Sawyer’s type but he was exactly Dev’s, and seemed pretty comfortable taking direction. Sawyer wondered if he bottomed too, or if he was strictly a top; there were all sorts of things they hadn’t tried yet, too careful about bringing someone into their bedroom who’d mouth off on social media about getting fucked by a Toronto Titan.
Sawyer opened his eyes as the sound changed, becoming less muffled. The image on his phone was now one he was intimately familiar with: Dev’s upturned ass, cheeks spread wide, the darker furl of his hole shiny with lube and fluttering around nothing. He squeezed his balls roughly and said, “Time to prove you know what to do with that pretty cock, Jayce. Start slow; I’ll tell you when to go harder.”
Jayce didn’t answer with words, instead shifting the camera so Sawyer could see his condom-clad cock held in his other hand as he fed it slowly into Dev’s hole. He pushed in slow and steady while under him, Dev arched his back and tried to push back, greedy like always. “Dev,” Sawyer snapped, “take what you’re given and don’t be a brat.” Dev whined but did as he was told, relaxing and letting Jayce set the pace. He started with nice, steady thrusts, keeping the camera trained on his cock sliding in and out of Dev’s hole, and Sawyer jerked his own cock in time, staring intently at his phone screen. His earbuds made it so the soft grunts and slaps of skin on skin almost felt like they were coming from right next to him, not in another country. He needed more. “Harder,” he said, his voice a little rough already. “Not much faster, just harder, really give it to him.”
With a grunt of acknowledgment, Jayce did as instructed, thrusting hard enough that Dev slid up the bedspread before he managed to brace his forearms against the headboard. Hard slaps echoed through his earbuds and Sawyer licked his lips. “You’re doing so good, baby, you take cock so well. Your hungry little hole is all full now—is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Dev whimpered, the word sounding like it was punched out of him. “’s so good. Needed it.”
Sawyer groaned and jerked his cock faster. “You’re such a slut, aren’t you? You can probably come just from his cock. Do you think you can?” Dev said something, but it was muffled by the pillow. “I didn’t hear that, baby. Do you think you can come with just his cock in your ass, or does your pretty cock need attention too?” Dev turned his head, and Sawyer watched him try to focus. He could usually tell by feel if Dev would be able to come hands free, but over Facetime, he was forced to rely on verbal feedback, which wasn’t ideal. Dev tended to go nonverbal when he dropped, and making him talk sometimes upset him. Still, he needed to know. “Baby,” he prompted, “tell me if you want a hand on your cock.”
Dev’s face crumpled and Sawyer’s stomach twisted; he was further under than Sawyer thought. He took a deep, calming breath and dug his fingernails into the meat of his own thigh, letting the little pain sharpen his focus. “It’s okay baby, I know what you need. Jayce,” he said, using the same voice he used to get rookies’ attention at practice. It had the same effect here, snapping Jayce’s attention away from Dev and toward the phone. “Put the phone down under him, camera up so I can still see, and then get a hand on his cock. Keep fucking him nice and hard. Dev, baby, sweetheart, I want you to hold on just a little bit. We’re gonna give you what you need.”
The video on the phone shifted again, until all Sawyer could see was their silhouettes, backlit by the soft lamplight. After a moment his eyes adjusted enough and he was able to pick Jayce’s hand and Dev’s cock. He couldn’t quite see whether the head of Dev’s cock had flushed that beautifully deep, almost purple color it did when he really, really needed to come, but the sound of skin slapping against skin and the high whine coming from Dev told him he was close. “You’re doing so good baby,” Sawyer said, a little breathless himself, “I want you to come whenever you can, okay? Don’t hold back, I wanna see you come all over your friend’s hand. Give us your come, sweetheart, give it to me.”
Dev moaned at the instruction, and after just another few moments, he stiffened and cried out. Even with the bad angle and terrible lighting, Sawyer could see his abs clenching up, his spine arching and his body contorting in pleasure as he came.
Jayce was babbling something about how good Dev felt, probably coming too, but Sawyer couldn’t care less—he focused on the smudge of white on the edge of the image where some of Dev’s semen had splashed up on the camera and the pathetic, whimpering sounds Dev made as Jayce kept pounding into him. “Keep fucking him. Don’t stop until you come,” he ground out as his own orgasm started barreling toward him and he jerked himself without any finesse. When he finally came, it was with Dev’s name on his lips, cupping his free hand around the head to catch his own release.
Sawyer collapsed back against the pillows, gasping like he’d just faced a 5-on-3 power play for a full two minutes. He gave himself ten seconds to stare up at the pain white hotel ceiling, enjoying the endorphins careening through his exhausted body before sitting up and wiping his hands with a tissues. He fished around in the bedspread for his phone, picking it up from where it had fallen face-down. “Dev,” he said, keeping his tone soft but projecting his voice a little louder than he normally would since he couldn’t really tell where Dev’s phone had ended up.
A drunken-sounding laugh reached his ears, followed by the indistinct rustling of fabric. After what felt like an hour, Dev picked up the phone, and Sawyer was finally able to see his beautiful, post-orgasm face. A deep flush darkened his cheeks and his skin glistened with sweat. A few stray locks of hair were plastered to his damp forehead and his eyes were still dark and hazy with pleasure. He smiled crookedly, gaze flicking from the front facing camera to the screen, even though Sawyer’s camera was still off. “Hey,” he murmured.
“Baby,” Sawyer said, his chest tightening with emotion. He swallowed past a lump in his throat that he couldn’t pretend was because of the bad loss. “You were so good, so fucking good for me. And for Jayce,” he added, catching sight of the other man slumped back against the headboard, his naked chest heaving. At some point he’d managed to get his shirt off, but his jeans were still tangled around his thighs, his now-soft cock exposed to the room, condom still clinging to it. He had a surprising amount of chest hair and a little bit of belly rather than the flat six-pack abs Dev’s usual hookups sported and looked like he might be an actual athlete rather than an ego-lifting gym bunny.
Jayce barked out a single, too-loud laugh. “Jesus christ, that was the hottest fucking thing. Fuck, Dev, you’re incredible. And you, John, whoever,” he lifted his head up off the pillow and waved his hand vaguely toward the phone, “I didn’t think it’d be so hot having someone tell me how to fuck, but like. Yeah. It was pretty sick.”
Dev smiled dopily over his shoulder at him. “I knew you’d like it. I can always tell.” His voice was almost back to normal when he turned back to the phone. “Good for you, too?”
“So good,” Sawyer said, wishing he could reach through the phone and wrap himself around Dev’s sweaty body. “You know it was good for me.”
Dev’s smile turned into something a little softer, a little more private, and Sawyer’s breath caught in his throat. “I’m glad. I love taking care of you.”
Sawyer swallowed. “Baby, I don’t need you to take care of me,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “That’s not our deal.”
Dev arched an eyebrow. “Don’t be a stubborn asshole, Sa—babe.” Before Sawyer could object, Dev continued. “Now. I’m gonna cuddle with Jayce here for a bit, maybe we’ll fuck again if he can get it up—”
Jayce raised his head and frowned. “Hey! I’m good for it, I told you!”
“—and you’re gonna get your beauty sleep for the flight tomorrow,” Dev continued, blatantly ignoring him. “And when I talk to you tomorrow, I’ll tell you all about it.” He leaned forward, shifting around and putting his body between Jayce and the phone. “Okay?”
Sawyer took a deep breath, heart hammering in his chest, then turned the camera back on. Dev’s eyes went wide, but he smiled so happily that Sawyer knew it was worth the risk. “Thank you, baby. I miss you,” he said, hoping Dev could hear the sincerity over the thousands of miles between them.
“I miss you too,” Dev said, matching his quiet tone. Then his lips twitched up into a cheeky smirk. “Buy me something pretty on your way home,” he teased, breaking the tension of the moment. “I’ll send you a wishlist.”
Sawyer snorted. “I have several of your wishlists, you greedy little brat.”
Dev preened a little at that. “I’ll send you a new one anyway.” He smiled and kissed his own fingers, then pressed them up against the screen of the phone. “Goodnight.”
Sawyer swallowed around the lump in his throat, suddenly missing Dev more than he ever had before. He kissed his own fingers and copied the motion. “Goodnight, baby. Sleep tight.”
“I will.” Dev winked. “After.”
The screen went black and Sawyer flopped back against the pillows and groaned long and loud. He was tacky with dried sweat, smelled like generic arena soap, and could feel every single one of the 63 minutes of hockey he’d played tonight battering his body. Tomorrow morning’s 6am flight was already going to be brutal, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep at all if he didn’t shower. With the self-control that he’d perfected over a lifetime making his body do things it should not be able to do, he forced himself out of bed and into the bathroom, quickly rinsing off the sweat and the last bit of come he hadn’t managed to catch in his hand.
The hotel sheets were cool and smooth when he slid back into them. Before he switched off the bedside lamp, he picked up his phone to plug it in and noticed one final Snapchat notification.
- Dev
- miss u bb. dream of me!
- Sawyer
- I always do. 💙