Phan fluff/smut

The Big Game

today marks the day of my big game, the game i need to win in order to move on to championships but of course it's against our schools arch nemesis, Silver high.
upon reaching the ice i notice a new goalie. I try to catch a glimpse of the name on his black and blue jersey, however, I can't see anything. that is until he turns around a few minutes later, and im able to read 'HOWELL' in big, bold, black lettering.
he's quite cute if I may add. I wouldn't mind seeing him hot and sweaty off the ice-..Phil, no. focus. Focus on the game now, worry about the cute boys later.
The whistle blows for the beginning of the first period and we all take our spots. i make quick eye contact with Mr hot pants and he winks at me. he fucking winked. no Phil, focus.

The period ends 0-0, no scores. i kept staring at Howell and losing focus. oops. The next period starts and I regain my center of interest. eventually the game ends 1-0, my team taking the victory.

As tradition, both of the teams go out for pizza and the losing team pays. Not many people come though. it ends up being me, Howell, and a few guys from each team.

He sits right next to me, casually leaning down and whispering, "I saw you looking at me. I mean, thanks, but you were even hotter out there on the ice." I instantly blush, scooting out of the booth and rushing to the bathroom. i splash some water on my face and the redness starts to fade.
Soon afterwards he walks in. of course he does. he just has to tease me.
he rushes over to me, not a word leaving his lips, picks me up and pushes me against the wall. this forced me to cling onto him, praying to god that he doesn't drop me.
he placed his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. "do you want me?" he asked sternly. i nodded my head yes and his lips were instantly pressed against mine. i'm still pinned to the wall, however he lets me drop my feet to the floor and regain balance.
I kiss back passionately, enjoying the softness of his lips on mine. His hands start to trail down my sides, slightly tickling me. I wrap one arm around his neck and start to play with his hair, the other one grasping firmly on his Amazing asS. God, this kid has a really nice ass. He smiles into the kiss and tugs at the hem of my shirt.
I respond by breaking apart from the kiss and taking it off, giving him opportunity to strip as well. The wall is a bit cold, but with his warm hands roaming bare on my body, I barely notice. his tongue brushes against my lips asking for entrace and i reciprocate by allowing him in. God his lips are so soft, he knows exactly what he's doing. fuck, he's so hot. Almost as if he's reading my mind, his lips trail up and down my collarbones and begin sucking on my neck, causing me to let out a helpless moan. I feel him smile on my neck in response, proud of making me squirm under his grasp.
Just then, our fun is ruined, followed by a "you boys have been in here a while. is everything okay?" coach walks right in. He stops dead in his tracks as he sees Howell kissing my chest, both him and i shirtless and our hard ons noticeable through our sweatpants. I think he's scarred for life because he just looks between us and walks slowly backwards out of the door. Great. Just fucking peachy. Howell looks up at me, "so uh.. do you want to stop now? or...." and I stare dead at him, speechless before he adds, "by the way, my name is Dan, and yours is?" I just stare at this kid. what the fuck? a few seconds pass and I respond, "uhh, it's Phil. I'm Phil." He smiles, leaning in to trail more kisses down my chest, stopping at the waist of my pants. He looks back up at me for permission to continue. I pull him back into a kiss, whispering, "maybe another time. I mean, my coach DID just see a certain scene. don't want him thinking anything else is happening." he understands, but says, "well, what else would we still be in here for?" only to kiss me one last time before we walk out together, putting back on our discarded shirts.