Thiam (Theo Raeken & Liam Dunbar)

After Game Delights (Bottom Theo / Top Liam)

From the stands Theo watches amused and thoroughly entertained, a gleeful smirk spread across his lips, his green eyes eagerly following the movements of his boyfriend as Liam literally ploughs through the opposing team, barrelling through the players like dominoes and scores yet again.

"Yes! That's how you do it! Follow your captain's lead. Be like Dunbar!" Coach screeches from the sidelines like a raving lunatic as the team celebrate. "That's how you play lacrosse!"

Liam turns to look right at him triumphally, blue eyes wild and blazing with fire that makes Theo's gut spark with heat and shiver in trepidation. There's less than five minutes left in the game and Liam's team is winning by a landfill. He should of done this sooner, betting his ass is making Liam play like there's a fire lit up his ass. The wolf twisting and turning around players, scoring left right and centre, tripping players and shoulder charging. It's so fucking hot and Liam's aggression is making Theo incredibly hard in his tight jeans. Liam's anger excites him. It's not something to fear.

"Your ass is mine," Liam mouths before returning to the field and Theo snorts fondly, grin widening as his eyes track and drink in every movement his boyfriend makes. Every twist, every shot, every goal.

"I hope you know that your responsible for this blatant act of disregard and passive aggressive behaviour," Mason voices from beside him in the stands as they both watch their respective boyfriends.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Theo hums, eyes focused on his wolf. He loves Liam like this, playful and wild as he collides with another player.

"Yeah right dude," Mason scoffs, shaking his head. "But I really don't want to know what you promised him to make him play like that."

"What makes you think I promised him anything?" Theo asks innocently.

"Because everything you two do is a competition. Even in your relationship," Mason dryly replies. "You two hotheads are literally made for each other. It's sickening."

"Aww Mason. I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Theo muses, eyes returning back to the field, and to his mate.

***

Liam's buzzing, literally vibrating when the siren sounds, bypassing his celebrating teammates to make his way to Theo, their eyes locking through the crowd as Theo descends the stairs to wait by the entrance and Liam barrels into him, lips locking in a blistering, passionate kiss.

"Somebody's a little revved up," Theo teases when they part.

"And who's fault is that?" Liam murmurs, hands dipping into the waistband of Theo's jeans.

Theo grins, capturing the wolf's lips again as Liam's hands slip further, gripping, squeezing the chimera's tight buns.

"I love when you wear my jockstraps," Liam hums. "Makes me really horny."

"Yeah, I noticed," Theo whispers. "Looks like you won babe."

"Yeah I did," Liam grins, walking Theo backwards towards the parking lot. "So take me home Theodore so I can claim my prize."

"Jesus guys!" Mason interrupts. "We're in public."

"That's never stopped you and Corey before," Liam replies and Theo snickers.

Mason shakes his head. "Aren't you gonna shower first? You're all sweaty and gross after the game."

"Nah," Liam shrugs, "Theo likes it."

"Of course he does. Why am I not surprised," Mason calls, voice laced with fondness and dripping with sarcasm at the same time. "You two are literally disgusting and I like I said earlier, you two freaks are made for each other.