A Game
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Category:
1 through F › Four Brothers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,383
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Four Brothers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Game
*
Bobby watched the puck slide past him, his eyebrows raised in disbelief as it slid neatly into the net. He turned and observed the smug look of victory on Jack’s face.
“Doesn’t count,” he called, as he skated in small circles, avoiding Jack’s eyes.
“Bullshit, it doesn’t!” Jack yelled. He took after Bobby, skating faster than normal.
Bobby dodged the stick that was nearing his feet, nimbly side-stepping away from Jack.
“You’re a dead man!” Jack hollered as he grasped the edge of Bobby’s jersey and yanked him backwards, bringing him down on his ass with a heavy thud.
“You cheated,” Bobby snarled breathlessly. Jack rested his hands on his knees and laughed.
“Just can’t admit I won huh?” he asked, extending one hand to help Bobby up.
Bobby growled softly. “I let you win,” he said, standing up and glaring at the other guys who were snickering at him.
Jack leaned in close and brought his mouth close to Bobby’s ear, the warm puffs of his breath heating his neck. “Did not, ‘sides, a deal’s a deal,” he murmured.
Bobby shivered as the tip of Jack’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “Yeah, yeah it is,” he said, his voice deep and heavy.
*
Jack pushed Bobby, gently moving him back to the bed. Bobby groaned and pulled him down onto the bed. Jack tugged on Bobby’s jersey, exposing his neck and collarbone.
Bobby bit his lip, his skin tingling as Jack kissed, and sucked and nipped a trail of hot, possessive kisses across his skin. He closed his eyes and tried to remember why he had agreed to the impromptu game of hockey, why it had been a good idea to challenge Jack.
He hissed as Jack’s lips closed around the tip of his cock, his thoughts scrambling, and just when had he taken his pants off?
“Fuck,” he muttered, biting his lip harder when Jack’s tongue twirled around the tip, the scrape of his tongue ring sending bolts of pleasure down to his toes.
“You lost, so accept it already,” Jack whispered, and then opening his mouth wider and pulling more of his length in.
Bobby sighed. “Thought I would beat you though,” he said.
“Does it really matter?” Jack asked in all seriousness, his lips tantalizingly close to the tip of his cock.
Bobby fought to keep his hips from jerking. “No,” he admitted. “I just hate to lose y’know.”
“Big shocker there,” Jack snorted. He brought one of Bobby’s legs up and patted his knee.
“Next time, you can top,” he said. Bobby began to speak only to end in a gasp as Jack’s tongue danced over his opening.
“Ah, god,” he groaned. “You fuckin’ tease.”
ack laughed softly. He fumbled for the table drawer and grabbed the well used bottle without taking his eyes off of Bobby’s chest, his mouth falling open. He trailed his tongue over and over, painting strips across his cock, across his balls, drawing one ragged breath after another from Bobby.
He spread the gel and worked it in, his mouth slowly moving up and down on his cock. After an agonizingly long minute, Jack pushed forward, allowing Bobby time to relax.
He bit his lip as the tight heat gripped him and pulled him further. “I…I…god,” he moaned.
Bobby trembled, his body loosening and relaxing as Jack caressed the side of his face, pressing small kisses to his chest. He dragged one hand teasingly slow, up and down Bobby’s cock, enjoying the muted whimpers that trickled from him.
“Just fuckin’ do it Jackie,” he growled. Jack moaned again and pushed further, his toes curling in pleasure.
He let his hips move faster, his legs shaking as he moved. Bobby shuddered, his stomach fluttering as he felt the tip of Jack’s cock brush over his prostate.
“Do that again,” he demanded. Jack did so, drawing another ragged moan from Bobby.
“For a bottom, you sure are pushy,” Jack said breathlessly. Bobby laughed, his hips moving freely now.
“A bottom, I’m not,” he gasped. Jack panted. “I can’t wait, oh god,” he cried as he came, his shoulders trembling.
Bobby felt the rush of liquid and closed his eyes. Jack’s fist tightened on his cock and he tugged and pulled, bringing him right to the edge. He opened his eyes again and caught the blissed-out look on Jack’s face. He sighed as his orgasm slammed into him, the pleasure rolling through his body, the hot liquid spilling over his fingers.
Jack collapsed onto Bobby’s, his heart racing, his breathing erratic. Bobby ran his fingers through Jack’s hair and smiled. He decided that losing wasn’t such a bad thing.
*
Bobby watched the puck slide past him, his eyebrows raised in disbelief as it slid neatly into the net. He turned and observed the smug look of victory on Jack’s face.
“Doesn’t count,” he called, as he skated in small circles, avoiding Jack’s eyes.
“Bullshit, it doesn’t!” Jack yelled. He took after Bobby, skating faster than normal.
Bobby dodged the stick that was nearing his feet, nimbly side-stepping away from Jack.
“You’re a dead man!” Jack hollered as he grasped the edge of Bobby’s jersey and yanked him backwards, bringing him down on his ass with a heavy thud.
“You cheated,” Bobby snarled breathlessly. Jack rested his hands on his knees and laughed.
“Just can’t admit I won huh?” he asked, extending one hand to help Bobby up.
Bobby growled softly. “I let you win,” he said, standing up and glaring at the other guys who were snickering at him.
Jack leaned in close and brought his mouth close to Bobby’s ear, the warm puffs of his breath heating his neck. “Did not, ‘sides, a deal’s a deal,” he murmured.
Bobby shivered as the tip of Jack’s tongue traced the shell of his ear. “Yeah, yeah it is,” he said, his voice deep and heavy.
*
Jack pushed Bobby, gently moving him back to the bed. Bobby groaned and pulled him down onto the bed. Jack tugged on Bobby’s jersey, exposing his neck and collarbone.
Bobby bit his lip, his skin tingling as Jack kissed, and sucked and nipped a trail of hot, possessive kisses across his skin. He closed his eyes and tried to remember why he had agreed to the impromptu game of hockey, why it had been a good idea to challenge Jack.
He hissed as Jack’s lips closed around the tip of his cock, his thoughts scrambling, and just when had he taken his pants off?
“Fuck,” he muttered, biting his lip harder when Jack’s tongue twirled around the tip, the scrape of his tongue ring sending bolts of pleasure down to his toes.
“You lost, so accept it already,” Jack whispered, and then opening his mouth wider and pulling more of his length in.
Bobby sighed. “Thought I would beat you though,” he said.
“Does it really matter?” Jack asked in all seriousness, his lips tantalizingly close to the tip of his cock.
Bobby fought to keep his hips from jerking. “No,” he admitted. “I just hate to lose y’know.”
“Big shocker there,” Jack snorted. He brought one of Bobby’s legs up and patted his knee.
“Next time, you can top,” he said. Bobby began to speak only to end in a gasp as Jack’s tongue danced over his opening.
“Ah, god,” he groaned. “You fuckin’ tease.”
ack laughed softly. He fumbled for the table drawer and grabbed the well used bottle without taking his eyes off of Bobby’s chest, his mouth falling open. He trailed his tongue over and over, painting strips across his cock, across his balls, drawing one ragged breath after another from Bobby.
He spread the gel and worked it in, his mouth slowly moving up and down on his cock. After an agonizingly long minute, Jack pushed forward, allowing Bobby time to relax.
He bit his lip as the tight heat gripped him and pulled him further. “I…I…god,” he moaned.
Bobby trembled, his body loosening and relaxing as Jack caressed the side of his face, pressing small kisses to his chest. He dragged one hand teasingly slow, up and down Bobby’s cock, enjoying the muted whimpers that trickled from him.
“Just fuckin’ do it Jackie,” he growled. Jack moaned again and pushed further, his toes curling in pleasure.
He let his hips move faster, his legs shaking as he moved. Bobby shuddered, his stomach fluttering as he felt the tip of Jack’s cock brush over his prostate.
“Do that again,” he demanded. Jack did so, drawing another ragged moan from Bobby.
“For a bottom, you sure are pushy,” Jack said breathlessly. Bobby laughed, his hips moving freely now.
“A bottom, I’m not,” he gasped. Jack panted. “I can’t wait, oh god,” he cried as he came, his shoulders trembling.
Bobby felt the rush of liquid and closed his eyes. Jack’s fist tightened on his cock and he tugged and pulled, bringing him right to the edge. He opened his eyes again and caught the blissed-out look on Jack’s face. He sighed as his orgasm slammed into him, the pleasure rolling through his body, the hot liquid spilling over his fingers.
Jack collapsed onto Bobby’s, his heart racing, his breathing erratic. Bobby ran his fingers through Jack’s hair and smiled. He decided that losing wasn’t such a bad thing.
*