First thing on Monday, Alex and Miller are running ten miles. They run along the lakeshore, with the lake on one side and thick, tall, green trees on the other. The route is crowded, so they have to cover their heads with hoodies to prevent people from recognizing them, but still Alex feels the stare of some people, hushing and pointing at them. The run is fast, long and quiet. They don't say a word, not even when they met, and that is fine by Alex. In fact, that probably would help with his raging erection. Alex is sure his cock has a mind of its own, because no matter how many times he tries thinking about busy beavers building their dens or his mom's huge 80's hair, he is still hard every damn time he is around Butterson.
When they finish their run, Darren picks them up and they all ride together to the rink, and despite the fact that Alex told him last night he would pick up both him and Butterson the next day, Darren still gives him a "what the fuck" look.
"What's up, Butterson?" Darren says after fist bump greeting Alex, "Hey, man. Are you guys ready for this week? First game of the season".
He keeps talking while driving through the morning traffic but Butterson only answers with a simple "yes" and "no" but never actually engages in the conversation. Since he's not driving, Alex can't see his face, it's another thing helping with the little problem hidden under his sweat pants.
Before they hit the rink, they go directly to the locker rooms, where they are greeted by the other teammates. Miller goes directly to Ballistic, they slap each other's backs and head to the showers. That pisses Alex off but he hides it very well, or at least he thinks he does but the coach's scolding look says otherwise.
"Waters. A word. Privately." The coach yells on his way to his office. Waters drops his bag in front of his locker and follows him.
"Yes, sir?" Alex asks after closing the office door.
"Waters, I thought we were making progress. You are the captain, you need to get along with your teammates, or at least hide your discomfort toward them. What happened now with Butterson?" The coach speaks rapidly while rearranging some papers on his desk. Alex remains standing behind a chair in front of the coach.
"We are fine, coach. I am fine. Butterson and I started running together as part of the training. And I think..." Alex clears his throat, "I mean, I know we are making progress."
"So, what was that look about when Butterson and Ballistic were walking to the showers?" The coach is now looking directly at Alex's blue eyes, scrutinizing, searching for real answers.
"Nothing, sir. Nothing to do with them, anyway. My shoulder is feeling funny. That's all." What Alex isn't saying to the coach or anyone, is that he started feeling the ache in his shoulder the day he started jerking off thinking about Butterson.
"Okay, Waters. Talk to the PT about it. You need to be on point for the first game of the season." And with that, the coach gets busy and dismisses Alex.
On his way to the gym, he grabs a bottle of water from the locker room fridge, a small square towel with his number in it and changes his t-shirt; putting on one white tank top, also with his number.
When he reaches the weights session, Miller is already setting 100 pounds in the biceps machine. They are doing core-training today, so Alex goes directly to the twin machine besides Miller's and starts setting 120 pounds. He feels like competing today. Besides, it'll help him burn off his fucking state of perpetual arousal thanks to Butterson.
"Let's do ten reps on each side," Alex starts and Miller follows. Then goes from machine to machine, working out harder every time. It feels like a competition, to see who has more endurance, and when they start the circuit-training, they workout even harder, and this time it feels like the competition is about flexibility.
This training session feels like the most intense sex Alex has ever had. Every time he looks at Miller, he is panting or breathing hard, and Alex wishes they were alone where he could act on his desire: ripping Miller's clothes off and fucking him hard against the mat.
When it's time to hit the rink, they fist-bump and for the first time to Alex, it feels like he's broke down one wall in Miller's hard exterior.
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After a long run, an even longer gym training session and a very intense but friendly match against the reserve of the team, Miller feels restless. He arrives home, gets a quick shower, puts on his favorite pajama pants and eats his weight in grilled salmon and green salad. When he's finished he makes himself comfortable on his huge leather couch and watches sports news while thinking about Waters.
"What the hell was that?" Miller asks himself out loud and nobody answers, obviously. He is all alone and he is happy about that because his restlessness is hidden under this shorts. This isn't the first time Miller feels attracted toward another man, and not the second time either, and he really has enjoyed acting on those desires in the past, fucking them senseless and leaving just right after. However, it is the first time he feels the ache to be fucked and fucked hard by his captain.
He searches on his saved games and plays one particular match with Alex' best moments. While Alex is fast skating, pushing the puck with his stick with high expertise and passing the defense to score, Miller is pushing his shorts down, stroking his hard cock, and fantasizing about Alex scoring his ass, with the big—huge dick he has seen in the showers this afternoon after the training.
Miller comes with a grunt in his hand, thinking about Alex, push-ups, and naked showers.
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FanfictionAlex Waters is the toughest captain The Hawks have had over a decade. He's determined, focused and a true leader for the team. He's been in the position for over three years and he felt so sure about it until the announcement of the three new player...
