The following days, Miller keeps his mind busy with intense training, successful matches, and the unexpected visit of his sister, Violet. She's been living in Toronto for over a year now and having her in his new apartment is the best kind of distraction he needs right now.
Thursday night, Miller and Violet go out with his teammates, Randy Ballistic and Lance Romero. They both bring dates, two blonde bunnies with huge tits, long legs, and big brown eyes. And they are twins. Miller is sure how their night will end, after all, Balls and him have dated and banged twins before. According to them, it's a freaking awesome experience. If it wasn't for Violet, he would have asked to join them. And that only thought made his night, for the very first time in weeks he's thinking about getting laid with anyone different than his captain.
After having dinner, Thai food, Violet's favorite, at the Opart Thai House Restaurant, they go clubbing. Studio Paris Nightclub is packed and the loud music keeps the people dancing and grinding their bodies seductively. Balls and Romero are practically fucking the twins on the dance floor while Violet is dragged by the ocean of people lost in the beats of DJ Alie Layus.
Miller lets his body move against everyone around him, men and women, he loves his current state of mind, relaxed and aroused at the same time. He has one sexy brunette by the waist, pressing his large fingers against her hot sweaty skin. She has white skimpy shirt and skirt that gives access to Miller to touch whatever he wants. She is not complaining, on the contrary she is pressing her ass to his hard cock, swaying her hips and dancing with the sexy rhythm.
The minute she turns around to face MIller, a tall guy, with dark hair, strong arms and muscular body joins their erotic dance. The guy tells something to the girl on the ear and she shivers. He grabs her hips and starts lifting her skirt and moves his hand to the front of her body, slightly touching Miller's groin. The moment the guy introduces his hand inside the brunette's panties, Miller presses his erection harder to their interaction. The friction has Miller in pain, but a good kind of pain. He wants to fuck badly, and he wants to fuck the guy and the girl at the same time. And fuck them hard and senseless.
Suddenly there's a change of rhythm, the bass is reverberating stronger and the known sound of the voice of The Weeknd fills Miller's senses. Starboy is the fucking song Miller listen when he is jogging with Alex, and even if he's mastered not to have an erection every time he listens to that song while running with Waters, right now it feels so good to surrender to his desires, even if it's with another person. Two people would do just fine to Miller in that moment.
While the guy finger fucks the girl on the dance floor, MIller slides one hand under her shirt and pinches her nipple and with the other one he reaches as if he is going to grab her ass but instead he grips the guy's hard on. Miller touches them roughly, making them gasp harder. The guy starts thrusting harder through his pants into Miller's hand while the girl comes undone to the guy's hand, clawing Miller's chest. They three are panting, hard, when Miller sees straight ahead, his gaze locks with a pissed Alex Fucking Waters'. Miller walks around the couple of strangers and heads toward Alex, not losing contact with his blue fierceful eyes.
Miller is taller than Alex, so he has to look down and says. "You know, I listen to this fucking song everyday we run together."
Alex lifts his eyebrow but doesn't say a word. He just starts swaying to the music, moving slowly and MIller understands the invitation. They start dancing, but don't touch each other. Not for a moment, but they keep looking at one another, intently, fiercely. Miller has felt lust before with those two strangers, but never like this one he is feeling just by dancing in front of Alex.
With a new change of song, some girls recognize them and start gravitating around them, breaking any kind of sexual connection that has been happening between Miller and Alex.
Right after midnight, MIller, Alex, Violet, Randy, Lance and the twins meet in the front door of the night club and decide to continue the night at Miller's apartment. Violet brings one average height guy with the looks of Clark Kent with them.
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Alex is standing out in the balcony with a glass of sparkling water in hand and thinking about what he has almost done a few hours ago in the club. He would have jumped Miller right then and there, but those girls have stopped him from doing anything. Anything at all.
Alex listens the sliding door opens and the sound of that song catches his attention, then he feels a warmth behind him. He knows it's Miller, he can smell his woodsy scent. Two big hairy and muscular arms traps Alex between the glass railing and the blonde who's been driving him crazy with desire.
"Do you like that song, Waters?," Miller says to his ear with a rough voice that causes shivers along Alex's spine.
"Who is the Starboy here, you or me?," Alex turns around and asks right when the lyrics sings "...No competition I don't really listen. I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition..."
"I thought it was clear that I don't want your position, man. You are the captain and I like that," Miller smirks and his eyes shines in a devilish way. "I mean, you are a good captain, let's keep it that way, alright?"
Alex smirks back and adds while pressing his hard erection to MIller's body, "That means you like me being in charge, Butterson?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Miller answers and presses back with his hips, adding a little sway following the music rhythm.
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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...
