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HAYDEN

Theo follows me into the locker room because of course he does.

He clearly wants to make my life miserable.

There’s no shortage of locker rooms in this massive facility, and yet Theo has to trudge in here along with me and continue to be a thorn in my side.

I run the shower in the background as I get out of my clothes, hoping the sound of the water will help soothe my rage.

“Can’t you go change in another room?” I ask in the most reserved tone I can muster.

“In case it’s not clear, I kind of don’t want to be around you right now.

” My temper is still boiling, the rage pulsing through my body and making me feel warm.

I take my shirt off, hoping the chilly locker room air will help cool me off.

“My stuff is here, dipshit. Plus, what makes you think I’ll obey you ?” Theo dismisses me, taking off his jersey as well as he runs a towel through his wet hair. He hasn’t learned his lesson, and apparently I haven’t either, as I’m not ready to let this go.

“Oh, I can tell from how you play that you obey no one. All you ever think about is yourself, and everyone else is shit compared to you, isn’t that right?

” I’m nearly foaming at the mouth at how fucking furious he makes me.

“Praise Theo! Hail Theo! He can’t do anything wrong because he’s Theo!

” I parade around the locker room, flailing my arms around with frustration.

Theo’s indifferent face scrunches. “At least I’m not dragging my feet just because I hate who I’m teamed with,” he counters, finally showing emotion as he stands up and walks towards me.

He effectively stops me from walking around the room as he blocks the way and continues his seething takedown.

“Oh, poor me. I don’t like what I’m doing, so I’ll make it everyone else’s problem.

Poor me , pity me . Fuck you, Hayden. I’m so sick of this in-distress act you put up so everyone adjusts to you! ”

“I’m not the one who’s spouting useless shit to his own teammate out there on the ice!” I ball my fists at my side and fight the lightheadedness that’s suddenly threatening to strike.

“News flash, idiot, the world doesn’t revolve around you!” Theo pokes at my shoulder as he comes closer to my face.

I let out the deepest breath I’ve ever exhaled in an effort to control my trembling fists. “Don’t touch me,” I warn Theo, my voice low and almost inaudible.

Theo walks one final step, his forehead almost touching mine.

Ever a dickhead, he slowly raises his hands in front of my chest. “I won’t obey you, Parker,” he says, his voice just as hushed and dangerous.

Fearlessly, he shoves me roughly, his bare hands making contact with my exposed chest and making me take a few steps back from his strength.

This is it. The moment I completely and irreversibly lose my mind.

No matter how hard I try to rein myself back in, I can’t bring myself to do it.

It’s like my body has disconnected from my brain and it’s moving on its own as all my senses feel heightened and the heat of this stupid locker room turns me into a different version of myself. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Nothing .

Because I can’t even begin to explain to anyone why I’m doing what I’m doing while in the fit of my rage.

All I know is that I press my lips against Theo’s aggressively, and he groans into the kiss as his hands travel up my back.

I pull his hips against mine roughly. Our mouths feel like they’re fighting rather than kissing, and it happens in an instant, but something shifts and suddenly every single cell in my body feels alive.

This is a first. I have never kissed a guy in my life, but when Theo pushed me, it lit a fire that I hadn’t known was extinguished.

My impulses took over and I wanted to do nothing else but dominate him—but not in the way I’d been wanting to dominate him moments before.

Somehow my focus went from fighting to fucking, and I don’t know where this will leave me when all is said and one.

Mindlessly, my teeth lightly graze his bottom lip, which earns another moan—this one more lustful than the last. He’s not speaking so much as grunting, but the guttural tone gets me going all the more as my cock twitches delightfully, begging to be attended to.

Everything is so heat-of-the-moment that I don’t even realize that I’ve pushed him right next to the showers as the sound of running water intensifies in my ear, and Theo and I seem to share the same idea as we begin to remove each other’s gear, all the while our mouths are still clashing against each other in a heated rage.

“You’re fucked in the head, Parker,” Theo says the moment we split for a breath, his blue eyes dark and his pink lips swollen. Being dominated by me is a good look for Theo, but the vexed expression in his face still manages to piss me off.

“Yeah?” I challenge, letting go of him and putting my hands up in the air as my hockey pants start to fall from my hips.

“Then we can stop this. We can pretend nothing happened,” I tell Theo, creating a small distance between our bodies.

I don’t know where my self-control is coming from, especially as I’m seeing his beautiful physique slowly being exposed to me.

Theo looks down at my crotch, and I can see the outline of my raging boner peeking through the top of my gear. He looks back up again and swallows hard. “You’re sick,” he says, which earns an eye roll from me.

I push him against the wall again, pinning him by placing my hands on either side of his head.

I lean in for a kiss, but stop at the very last moment and quickly pull away.

Without a doubt, I see Theo trying to chase my lips with his, and it’s that motion that almost makes me snap.

“I saw that,” I say, looking directly into his conflicted eyes.

“Fuck you, Hayden,” he swears under his breath, and I must be fucked in the head to find it as sexy as I do.

“Choice is up to you, Wolverine.” I place a soft kiss against his clavicle and get a whiff of his sweat.

It’s mouthwatering, the scent of him. Mouthwatering and enticing as fuck.

“We can forget all about this and hate each other forever or… I can fuck you until you remember nothing but the shape of my cock.”

I watch something flash in Theo’s eyes for just a moment, and then he pulls me by my neck and gives me a hungry kiss, his anger now dissipating into pure, carnal lust. Desperately, Theo begins to strip me down to my underwear.

I do the same to him, except I leave his jockstrap on.

When I get full access to his ass, I grope it as roughly as I can, still letting out some of the leftover rage that’s pent up inside.

Theo’s ass is fat in the best way; I lift him up by his rear end and carry him as he wraps his legs around me.

Together we enter the hot shower and I pin him against the wall.

Theo relaxes into the steady stream of water and I feel my body do the same, easing into the pleasure of it all. I take this as an opportunity to suck on his neck, with the selfish intention of being the one who marks him. Claims him. Fucks him.

“You idiot,” Theo says breathlessly, picking up on my intention. “That’s going to leave a mark.” But somehow I get the feeling that Theo doesn’t really care whether it does or not, because he can’t help but grunt in pleasure as I continue.

“Shut up,” I say, putting my fingers on his mouth as I hold him up with my other hand. I move my hand once it’s clear that Theo gets the point. “Suck,” I command, staring him down to tell him that I’m serious.

Slowly, Theo’s soft tongue comes out of his mouth as he licks the ridges of my fingers.

He makes a quiet moan as he takes my pointer finger entirely in his mouth, and the wet heat is driving me crazy.

He continues sucking each finger, coating them in spit as he takes his time.

I’m beginning to feel impatient, and so is my cock.

“You make too many demands,” Theo says when I pull my fingers away.

“Quiet,” I tell him, reminding him who’s boss.

My lubed-up fingers find their way to his hole; the hungry expression on Theo’s face tells me he wants me to touch it.

Indeed, Theo screams out multiple swear words as I gently prod my finger inside, trying to get him to loosen up.

Theo might be my enemy, but I don’t want to hurt him.

So when he mutters that I’m a brute and should be more gentle, I take note.

“Shh,” I coo, trying to calm him down as I feel his extreme tightness cling around my finger. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I assure him. He nods and I insert another finger. The way his muscles are constricting against my digits only serves to make my dick twitch with anticipation.

Theo’s lips are an aroused scarlet invitation, calling to me as I lean in and kiss him again. I feel his hole relaxing as he pulls away and moans my name.

I pull out my fingers, fully aware of what Theo wants right now. I know he’s too proud to say it out loud, so I shut him up with my lips again, biting on his bottom lip so I can hear that moan I love so much.

“You’re right. I do think you look pretty,” I confess as I graze my finger against his entrance again. “I mean… look at you, “ I say as I finally unveil my cock.

Theo scoffs, although a satisfied smirk hides behind his faux-disdain.

“Fuck you,” he says, pretending to still have seething anger.

And yet he turns around and places his hands against the shower walls, confirming that he wants this.

Needs this. “Fuck you so much, Hayden,” he says as he feels the tip of my dick press against his cheeks.

I press inside Theo slowly and I swear I might bust at the sensation of my tip sliding into his constricting entrance. My dick has never felt a hole this tight. This satisfying. “I fucking hate you too, Theo,” I say, my breath catching as I sheathe my manhood fully inside him.

Theo lets out the most enticing moan as he gets used to my shape. On my end, I’ve discovered my new favorite sensation as the heat of his asshole is already rotting my brain

Theo gives me the go signal. “Move, you idiot.”

I place tender kisses on his back. “Relax,” I remind him as I slowly pull out my member just to the point where his hole is tight around my tip.

I fully push myself back into him, and this time, his moans are a lot softer as he settles into the sensation of getting fucked by me.

I’m already at my limit, I don’t think I can hold back for that much longer as my hips immediately start picking up the pace.

“Hayden, Hayden, wait—” Theo screams out in ecstasy, and that’s when I know I’ve hit the right spot. “Again, again , ” He pleads, his nails clawing in ecstasy.

Complying, I continue to thrust my dick into that same spot, and each time I do, I can feel his legs go limp.

“You like that?” I say, my voice low and hungry.

“Your mouth’s not running so much now that I’m fucking you.

” I continue to press into his tight heat.

“Come on, Sanders, tell me what you fucking feel. Tell me how much you hate me. I fucking dare you.”

Theo can’t even come up with a coherent response anymore. All he can manage to get out are his sounds of pure intense pleasure as I relentlessly fuck into his favorite spot.

“Tell me,” I repeat, biting on his shoulder as I continue pumping my dick inside him at an animalistic pace.

When Theo fails to speak, I pull out and turn Theo around.

He gasps as I do so, pleasant surprise in his eyes when I pick him up and pin him against the shower wall before entering him again.

Within a few strokes I manage to find his magic spot again, and something about watching his hard member between us takes my arousal to a new level.

I close my eyes, wanting to remember this feeling.

These sounds. Theo’s touch. The feeling of his hard cock pressed between our toned bodies.

“Tell me how I’m making you feel, Sanders. Fucking tell me,” I growl into his ear.

But Theo doesn’t need to speak. His cock twitches and he begins shooting out hot ropes, the spray landing on his chest and rubbing onto mine as I continue fucking him.

“Good,” Theo says after a moment. “I feel fucking good.”

“I know you do,” I grunt. Theo’s hole tightens up in response to his orgasm, and the pressure around my cock feels so good that there’s no escaping my own climax.

Instinctively, my mouth reaches for his, our lips locking again as I finally ejaculate inside him, my legs almost giving out with his weight and the intense wave of pleasure running through my sore body along with the hot water.

Theo places a soft hand against my jaw as he kisses me back.

It’s the first kiss that feels like adoration instead of tension—like two old flames reconciling and telling each other that they’ve missed one another.

This moment with Theo feels like my becoming whole.

Like I’ve been waiting for this moment with Theo.

My person. I don’t know how to explain it, but I can feel it. There’s a knowing deep in my chest.

I won’t lie: I’m new to this. I’ve never had these kinds of feelings for a guy, and I don’t know what’s up ahead for us after this.

But then again, training camp has just begun.

There’s plenty of time for Theo and I to figure things out.

Plenty of time for us to master this little game we’ve started.

TO BE CONTINUED