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Tyler Seguin had a problem with responsibility. He loved hockey, he was a magnificent player but as far as responsibility goes - Chara was left wanting. He sighed and frammed on Tyler’s door. He was a heavy sleeper but Chara would be damned if he had to raise his voice. He had never had to do it before and he wasn't starting now. He pounded on the door again and heard a shout from inside.
Only a moment passed before the door was yanked open and the young Bruin was stumbling to button himself into his clothes. "I'm late for practice aren't I? Z I'm so sorry I just overslept I was up late and..." Chara let the young man ramble on for a bit. He didn't really care what the reasons were. You simply didn't miss events. You just didn't. You're part of a team, you eat, sleep and play together. Its why you're here as far as Chara was concerned.
"I don't expect to have to do this again." Chara said calmly. His voice was icy and it sent chills down Tyler's spine. He blushed in shame and lowered his head. "Yeah...alright Z"
Chara left quietly, not pushing a subject he knew would become tender. He knew his boys well enough to know that Tyler had more feelings than he liked to let on. For now, Chara thought that Tyler could stand to miss the next game if he needed that much rest.
Tyler wasn't surprised when he learned that he'd been scratched from the roster for the next game. He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow regardless. It hurt to see his team mates out there and not be able to help them. He lived for this game. It was all he ever thought about. Well that, and the usual hormonal influx of teenage lust. He was still young after all. Its what got him in trouble in this case.
He sighed and got into his car to find breakfast. He had nothing better to do today after all. It gave him time to think about the girl he'd brought home the night before. He knew he shouldn't have fucked her that second time. She would have been gone at a decent hour had he restrained himself. No use worrying about it now though because the memories were only serving to make his pants that much tighter.
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In an expensive hotel room Alexander Ovechkin was treating his guests to an extravagant morning meal. It was a wild life he led. There was wine, women and song every night. There were drunken orgies. There were nights that were half remembered and woman whose names were unknown coming and going and coming again. Just the way Alex liked it. He thought getting his sexual frustrations out was good for his game. And he had a LOT of sexual cravings.
Alex was an ox of a Russian. He was hairy and rude and generally didn't care what anyone thought. He had no manners, no rules, and no cares to give about who he pissed off with his off color humor. Despite this, he still managed to be a fun individual that people wanted and begged to be seen with. His team, once over the initial shock, came to love him for these traits. As a captain they first thought perhaps Ovechkin bent and outright broke too many rules. Eventually however, they were worn down by his good nature and ability to drag them into not unpleasant parties and bars.
He splashed water in his face, staring back in the mirror at piercing blue eyes and unshaven face. He scratched at his stubble and then shifted his glance to the naked bodies in his bed. He had no idea who the woman was, he smirked. It didn't really matter. Ovechkin never regretted anything that made him smile. The man in his bed he knew very well.
Sidney Crosby, his first trophy fuck. They were about the same age but Sidney had never thought the kind of freedom Ovechkin had existed. And whats more, this rude heathen was a captain!At first he fought Ovechkin every step of the way. He didn't like how unpredictable he was on the ice. He didn't like the way he captained. He didn't like the way he got drunk every night. But he did like the way he fucked.
Ovechkin turned and let his gaze linger on the warm bodies before him. He went to lean over the female, sliding his hand up her belly and resting it on her chest. "Is time for you to go pretty lady" Alex cooed at her as she rustled in her sleep. "Have good time telling lady friends what great lay I am!" He couldn't help but cackle after her as she darted out of the room half dressed.
Sidney stirred and spread himself over the entire bed, stretching his nude body shamelessly. Ovechkin lept on to the bed and straddled the bleary eyed gamer. "you wake up now friend, we have plans today" He smirked. Sidney raised an eyebrow, eyes still closed. "fuck off, we're not friends" he grumbled and tried to buck the large Russian off. Ovechkin's eyes narrowed, the amusement slipping from his features. He reached out and slapped Sidney across the face before clenching his neck almost too tightly. "You want to be here, you do what I say when I say." Ovie grunted out. Sidney was definitely awake now, teeth clenching and muscles tense.
Alex released his throat and let his hand trail down the bare chest to tweak at a tender nipple. "You want to stay...." He went on slowly as he bent down to lick at Sidney's neck. "don't you?" Sidney had to choke back a moan. Of course he was going to stay, Alex smirked to himself. There was rarely a hockey player he didn't eventually figure out how to get to.
Sidney liked to be teased. He liked to be pushed until there wasn't an inch left and then he liked to be pushed more. It was a good dynamic because the more Sydney hated Alex the more Alex pushed him. And the more Alex pushed him the harder Sidney's cock became.
Alex liked having him wrapped around his finger. He was a good athlete and never failed to be a riot late at night when all was quiet. Ovie wondered offhandedly how long he could keep Crosby under control. Sid was right, they weren't friends. They had a give and take going on. And sometimes it was fun and sometimes one of them left bloody from the room, but in all cases they each got what they wanted.
"You get dressed now, we find new toy eh?" He grinned at Sidney and of course Sidney acquiesced.
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Tyler wasn't ready for what he saw in town that evening. There was some kind of ruckus at the usual bar he went to in town, much louder than necessary at this hour. It wasn't a holiday as far as he remembered. It didn't sound like a fight, it sounded like perhaps a bachelor party?
He went in for a closer look. The dimly lit main room was packed with beautiful women and several guys he knew from the game. He smirked. Chara had forced him out of the game tonight. He couldn't satisfy his craving for the ice. But he could satisfy other cravings....
Tyler didn't know how he'd gotten into this mess but he wasn't sure he wanted altogether out of it. The man he'd been conditioned to be wary of was very insistent that he buy the young man a drink. Being new to the Boston area he wanted to know exactly what New England did for fun, he'd said. He should have known that one drink would lead to another. Pressed into a dark alcove, the celebration raging beyond the hall, Ovechkin had his hands under the young bruins shirt hot and rough on his bare skin. He writhed against the wall, this wasn't right. This wasn't why he was here, they were supposed to talk shop like regular guys. But with Ovechkin's mouth dominating his there was only one thing Tyler was thinking about right now.
He ground his hips into Alex's and gasped licking his lips in anticipation, at the shear size of the man hovering over him. "Thirsty little cub, you want more eh?" Ovie managed to bring a bottle of liquor with him from the bar and lifting it up high made Tyler open his mouth and beg for it. Of course the young man was immediately obedient. It wasn't often he got to drink like this. Mouth open and eyes half lidded he let Alex pour the booze down his throat. Ovechkin was achingly hard watching the young gamer give himself up. This one would be easy, he thought.
Tyler let his head drop back against the wall and reveled in the feel of Alex's thick muscular leg nudging between his. With a wicked grin Ovechkin teased his hardon with his knee, holding him up against the wall. He lifted the bottle and filled his own mouth, leaning in to force the liquor down Tyler’s throat with his tongue. Tyler moaned and clutched at Alex's hair. "oh no, little angel" he grinned and pinned Tyler’s hands behind him. Tyler was now pressed between the large Russian and the wall, unable to claw at Alex as his hardon was massaged through his jeans. "you not go feral first time...is easier this way." His other hand clenched hard in Ty's short hair and wrenched his head to the side, causing Tyler to gasp and let out a sharp shout.
"You too easy to scare little rabbit." He mumbled in his ear, biting at it. "I scare you?" He continued, reaching under Ty's clothes and grasping his aching cock. Tyler didn't answer and Alex intentionally tugged a little too hard at his erection as he mouthed and nipped at his neck. "what you say? Does captain of capitals frighten you?" He went on, loving the uncertain tone of Tyler’s lusty response. "of course not...M' not scared of anything" He continued but his denials were lost to moans as Alex jerked him off expertly.
It didn't take long for Tyler to come and Ovechkin made sure he'd splattered all over himself, rubbing the sticky mess into his belly and leering down at him. "If all Bruins as fun as you then maybe we have much in common?" he said. Backing off from Tyler, he straightened his clothes and left him. Tyler was still coming down when he realized Ovechkin was gone. He barely registered that his dick was hanging out rudely and had only just enough energy to clean himself up and lean against the wall to catch his breath.
He wasn't sure what to think of it. It had felt so good...but it was the captain of the opposing team. A very strong willful captain. Rehashing how it had happened in his alcohol laden mind only made his cock twitch in his pants once more. He'd have to try and not let this happen again. He would most certainly be hung over in the morning and he hoped to god he didn't miss another practice because of it. Sex was no replacement for the ice.
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Chara was not happy. His youngest player had stumbled into the locker room late half in the bag from being out all night. He wanted to rage and yell and basically tear Tyler's head right off, helmet and all. But the young man was legitimately wasted. There was no talking sense into a drunk man. He felt sad for Tyler. The taller man watched half bemused half frustrated as Seguin sprawled out on the bench and sighed. "The rooms spinning z, did i get a concussion?" He slurred. "You're just shitfaced, you're not going to have a very fun morning" Chara reprimanded, stepping closer to the bench and looking upside down into the young man's eyes. "I will make sure of it" He finished. Tyler smiled and nuzzled into Chara's hand as it was placed on his temple to hold him steady.
Chara grunted in surprise. Tyler opened his eyes and practically purred under Chara's gaze. Slowly Tyler got up on his elbows and let his head hang back, trying desperately to nuzzle at the face hanging over his. Chara could smell the booze rolling off him. "Don't make promises like that, old man." Ty countered, hazy memories of being restrained by Ovechkin ebbing in and out of the fog. He bit down on a whimper, reaching up to wrap an arm around Chara's neck.
"You never follow through on those threats big z." Tyler had the nerve to give him a lop sided grin. Chara was shocked at first. He let the words sink in with furrowed brow. "I don't like to be tested, seguin" Chara replied, amusement completely gone at this point. Seguin let his tongue flick out to lick at Chara's lips, lightening quick. "This isn't a test, captain." Tyler whispered.
He turned to leave as quickly as he could. It was pointless talking sense into a drunk man. Tyler was scratched from the roster again.