A Pucked Fanfic

Chapter 2: Running partner

It's been two weeks since Miller moved back to Chicago and he is ready to live in his new apartment. His brand-new $2.1 million penthouse. This last trade has been the best deal he's made in his career. He not only has got in the best hockey team in North America, he also has got new toys, new apartment, new car, and invested a huge amount of money. He's living his dream, except for the team captain, who has been a pain in the ass. Since the first day of training, Waters has treated him like the enemy, not a team mate and makes Miller angry, Waters is ruining his life. But today he has something to look forward to: his new apartment is ready and he is going to celebrate with Ballistic, Romero and some bunnies they have invited. It's going to be a good night.

When the guys arrive, there are five girls with them, two of them are floating around Romero like he is their sun, lucky son of a bitch, Miller can tell what he is planning for them with just looking at his expression. Randy introduces the other three girls and they go for a tour-starting in the master bedroom, it has a black king bed with black silk sheets that the interior designer chose, that match with the floor to ceiling window, hardwood floors, the modern decoration and the joined bathroom and closet.

The girls whisper to each other, looked at Randy and Miller and then giggle. They sure know why they are here for and Miller is fine with that. He needs to get laid and one or two girls will be just fine for him. He leads the way around the penthouse, from room to room and when they returned to the living room, Romero had one girl seated on his lap and the other one was pouring some cocktails Miller had ordered for the night.

"Your new flat is bloody fantastic, mate. Congratulations." Romero says while he lifts his drink the tall blonde just handed to him.

"Thanks, man, it is really great. Living in this building was my dream when I was a kid. Let's celebrate," Miller replies.

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The next morning, Miller wakes up alone in his bed, with a huge hangover and a very disappointed, deflated, and unused appendage. His dick didn't work last night, not with the blonde bunny with huge tits, not with the petite brunette and not even after the show three of the bunnies put up to seduce Ballistic, not that Randy needed any seduction. He had his way with the three of them. Miller just watched. His mind wasn't in the game, apparently.

In the way to the kitchen, Miller sees the tangle of sheets in both bedrooms, but he ignores them. He's not in the mood for what they have to say about last night, so he drinks his protein shake, puts in his airpods and goes for a run.

After running without any particular destination, Miller fills his head with Starboy by The Weeknd on repeat trying to ignore what kept his mind preoccupied last night-Alex Waters.

"...Every day a nigga try to test me, ah

Every day a nigga try to end me, ah..."

Miller won't let Waters to ruin his game, or his position in the team, but that doesn't make it any easier to understand why the fucking captain is trying to attack one of his own teammates. Okay, it isn't like it was a direct attack toward Miller, but his behavior during the first week of training wasn't friendly at all.

Miller is distracted by the music and he doesn't see the faces of the other runners that are crossing the lakeshore. He only cares about sweating out his frustration with Waters and nothing else. After running five miles, he feels someone running close to him, too close, and he assumes it's a fan so he speeds up, but that someone also increases their pace. When Miller turns to see who is it, he's shocked to find the source of his stress-Alex Waters. He just nods a greeting and keeps up with his run, with Alex as a shadow behind him.

After another hour of running, Miller is surprised to see Alex trailing his path, so he decides to make a stop and talk to his captain; he knows he only tried being friendly for only the first day of training, but after that, they barely talked the minimum.

"Waters," Miller says out of breath, "You run fast, man," Miller is trying, so hard. He takes a deep breath and says the first stupid idea he has since the moment he saw Alex running behind him, "I run ten miles every morning before training, but I hadn't found a good trail until today, is this your usual path?" Miller asks.

Alex was recovering from the fast run breathing hard, but he nods anyway.

"It looks great man, we could run together if you want to?" Miller continues, getting nervous by the minute, "We are training together, anyway."

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Alex is wondering why the hell he is following Butterson, or why he stopped when Miller stopped, or why in the ever loving fuck he was considering to run with him, as he was suggesting.

"Sure, Butterson. I start every morning at five sharp." Alex hesitates for a moment, and then adds, "I think it'll be a good idea for us to start our daily training by running together."

Without any other word, Alex turns and leaves, but he knows accepting to run with Butterson could end very, very badly. Especially because of every erection he gets when he's around Miller, like the one he's sporting right now.