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I caught a couple stray comments of the team being surprised I hadn’t gone back with Wren, and some comments about him not coming. In the end, the entire team went out to dinner at the restaurant, and part of me thought that was because I’d agreed to go. The staff had put several tables together already in anticipation for us, so it was a good job we’d won and decided this winning meal was needed.

Everyone ordered steaks, or burgers. It was red meat central. One of the better team building events we did, outside of the games and training sessions. Everyone was at easy during mealtimes, especially since Julia wasn’t here giving us macro information on everything for those of us with meal trackers.

I didn’t grab dessert for myself, but a slice of chocolate cake with a pot of caramel drizzle for Wren. It looked huge, big enough for four people to easily have a healthy helping of. Maybe the waitress thought I deserved it, but in my eyes, it was deserved by Wren. He was my rock, suddenly, he’d helped me figure out myself more than I’d managed to in the twenty-one and a half years I’d been on this earth.

He was still awake when I got back to the hotel room. Coach’s plan seemed a bit more intentional now, forcing us out for a team meal so we wouldn’t be too energetic in the hotel and begin partying in our rooms like we had done on pervious years.

In a brown bear onesie with ears on the hood and a pouch his orca teddy poked out from, Wren was sat on the pushed together beds, right in the middle, begging them to split. “How was it?” he asked. Slamming his notepad shut.

“It’s was good, everyone had fun, I think,” I told him, placing the white bag on the bed. “I brought dessert, as requested. Did you eat first?” I glanced to the plate on the bedside table, there were a couple of fries on it and ketchup smeared all around it, like he’d dragged the fries through it. “What did you have?”

“Chicken burger,” he said, smacking his lips. “What’s my dessert?”

“Chocolate cake. It looks hella good. I almost wanted to eat it in the restaurant, but I didn’t want to spoilt this moment.”

He pouted. “Oh, you should’ve had it if you wanted with the team.”

“God no, I think only two other guys got dessert, most of them could barely finish the steaks they ordered,” I told him. “And you know they take their steak seriously.”

Wren chuckled. “See, more glad I didn’t go. Was it mooing on the plate?”

“Almost walked right off the plate, in fact.”

He giggled harder, a full bully roar of chuckles. “That’s so silly. But I have saved myself for dessert. Although technically, I have a second stomach that’s only for desserts.”

I placed my hand on his stomach over the pouch in his onesie. “A little stomach for a little dessert, huh?” I tried tickling him, but his teddy was in the way of doing any real tickle damage. “There’s a caramel drizzle in the pot as well too. I did sneak a taste of that. Salted caramel. They were gonna supply cream too, but I didn’t know how well it would travel.”

Wren stuck his head in the white plastic bag. “It smells so good. It’s a big box.”

“That’s nothing. Wait until you see the cake.”

And he was surprised. Eyes almost as big as the slice of cake itself inside the box. He gasped and his mouth made that smacking that sent a tingle down my spine, a good tingle, I liked it.

We shared the cake and barely ate half of it. Wren’s mouth was covered in chocolate. I reached out with a thumb to wipe away the chocolate frosting from his lips. It tasted just as delicious coming from his mouth as it did coming from the supplied wooden spoons.

“That’s the best cake I’ve ever had,” he said in a groan, throwing his back down into the split of the middle of the bed, almost parting them and falling.

“You gonna watch yourself there, I don’t want you walking out of here in a cast.”

“Obviously not. Because you’ll protect me, right, Daddy?”

“Right, baby,” I said, boxing the leftover cake. “Go clean your face, well, look at it first, you’re adorable, but very messy.”

He giggled. “And then maybe you can give me another hint to what my present is?”

“Well, I don’t know if I can do that,” I told him. “But we’ll see if I can give you something else.”

Wren raced off into the ensuite to clean his face. And while he was there, I looked at his notepad. He was so protective over it. I knew I shouldn’t, but I did. I opened it up where there was a red bookmark placeholding it.

Skimming the text. It wasn’t the report write-up I thought it might’ve been.

‘ 12 slammed 9’s body to the bed. He pulled him in and then pushed him away again. There was pain in 12’s eyes, almost a deep regret. He shook his head. “We can’t do this,” he said to the protest of 9’s moans. “It’s too much for me, I’ve got to keep my head in the game.” A single tear formed in 12’s eyes, knowing he wasn’t telling 9 the whole truth. He wanted him as well. ’

My mouth opened wide as I read it. It was—smut.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Wren grabbed the notepad from me. “I didn’t want you to read any of that. It’s just some—”

“You’re writing a romance?” I asked. “But why numbers?”

“Well, they’re—”

It clicked. “Oh. Twelve is Liam, nine is Dom. Ah. Ok. Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Stuffing the notebook in his pouch, he stared at his feet and sighed. “You shouldn’t have read any of it. It’s just—it’s nothing, really. I started it before I knew any of them.”

“You think they’re a couple?” I asked. “I could see it. I mean, there’s no harm in writing it. You’re not outing anyone, I don’t even think they’re gay, or bisexual.”

He shied his eyes away, glancing at his feet, and far from looking at me in the eye. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”

“Baby.” I took his hand and stoked the back of his with my thumb. “If this is what you like to write, I want to support you.”

“Yeah, but it’s—it’s dirty stuff, sometimes.” He briefly glanced at me and then looked away. “I don’t want you to see that because I don’t want to think I’m pressuring you into that type of stuff. I know you’re not into sex so much.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, pulling at his other hand and hoping he’d try not to pull away. “I enjoyed having sex with you. I enjoyed the way you feel pleasure and I got pleasure from that. Is that why you were anxious the other night?”

He shrugged. That was a yes, in no words at all.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I want to be physical with you, intimate with you, it’s a connection with you that makes those feelings new for me, but I like them,” I tried explaining. “It’s not that I hate sex, it’s more that I’ve never had that type of drive before. But I have it with you, for you, specifically. I just want to deepen that connection, just to see how much further that drive can go.”

That twinkle was back in his eye. “You mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

From the gentle tugging on his hands, I pulled him into an embrace. There was no escaping my hug now. We stayed like that for a moment squeezed to each other.

“If you want to share more of your writing with me, I’m right here, ready and waiting,” I told him. “Even if you are writing about one of my best friends. And for what it’s worth, I think him and Dom would make a cute couple.”

Wren’s signature giggle was reassuring. “I thought so as well. Plus, they’re a great team on the ice. Dom is offense, Liam is defense, it’s a love story for the ages. Well, in my mind it is. Now, knowing them a little better, it’s a bit weird, but—but you can read some more.”

“I want to read one of those spicy scenes,” I told him. “I want to know what your brain subconsciously wants. Unless that’s overstepping. And I—I get that looking at your notebook was overstepping, but I thought it was notes from today’s game.”

“That’s in my blue notebook, blue for the Orcas,” he said. “This one is cream.”

“Cream for?”

“Cream for—” he giggled. “Well, it’s funny now I’m thinking about it.”

“Go on,” I encouraged. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“For cum.” He giggles even harder now, as if I’d tickled him. “Or cummies.”

Catching me off-guard, I laughed with him. “That’s a new one.”

“I read it somewhere.” He pulled the notepad out. “You can read some of my fan fiction, but you’ve gotta promise never to tell anyone. I don’t want them looking at me weird. Ok. Promise.” He pressed the notepad to my chest. “Pinky promise.”

We promised with our pinkies wrapped around each other, and our thumbs sealing the deal. That was a new move for me, but a fun one.

Sat on the edge of the bed, Wren guided me through the book to the spicy scenes, and they were spicy. Some of the stuff I hadn’t even thought about before. Specifically, there was a scene where 12 had put a spreader bar between 9’s legs and a hockey stick behind his arms, keeping him still, right before he shoved the end of a hockey stick inside of his ass.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” he said.

“No, no, it’s—” I couldn’t find the right words of encouragement. “Is this something you want me to do to you?”

He shook his head. “Oh no, I like the soft stuff, but imagining this stuff is hot, but only in my imagination. I don’t want to get splinters in my bum.”

My ass clenched at the sudden thought. “And you wrote that into this as well?”

“No, oh my god, no,” he laughed. “It’s a romance. It’s fantasy. And in fantasy, nobody gets hurt like that, well, sometimes, but not in my fantasy they don’t.”

Cupping a hand under his chin, I directed in toward my face. “Well, I like your fantasy, and anything you want to try, or do, just ask. What’s a Daddy for if not for making his boy’s dreams come true?”

“That is true, but I’ve also got to make your dreams come true as well,” he said.

“You make them come true every single day,” I told him. I hadn’t realized there was a facet of my life that hadn’t been active until finding Wren, and all it took was a slip of the tongue that had my team thinking I was homophobic. “And since we have this hotel room, I figured we could have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?”

I loved it when he played coy and innocent, it was thrilling. “I’ll show you,” I told him. “Guide you, almost. First, what you’ve got to do is lay on this bed, and then close your eyes. And don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

As Wren got on the bed, I cleaned up the mess around him. I hadn’t thought too much about what I was going to do with him, other than pleasure his body. The smile on his face from pleasure was divine, like something I shouldn’t have seen, but since I had been witness to it, I was blessed by it.

“I’m gonna turn the light off as well,” I told him.

I’d brought the tingle lube and the regular one with me, alongside condoms. I’d figured we would, and I wanted to, having our bodies become part of each other’s body for such a temporary amount of time was an incredible feeling he had me craving. It had overtaken the feeling of scoring and hearing the crowd cheer my name.

“Eyes closed,” I reminded him. Across his body, I unzipped the onesie slowly. The crunch of the zipper getting him all giggly and wiggling. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body.”

“Every inch?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

“As much as my lips can travel.”

He moaned and my kisses hadn’t even begun. But they did, at his exposed skin. Through the limited amount of light coming in through the thin-curtain coverage, I made out the delicate contours of his body, and his nipples. My lips latched to a nipple, pressing my tongue to it and playing with him. Under my body, he couldn’t quite squirm. I made sure both nipples were taken care of before traveling south of them to feel him sucking in his stomach. I made it all the way down to his hands, pressing his teddy at his crotch.

“You like that?”

A higher pitched moan came from his throat. “You’re really good at it.”

“I’m a pleaser,” I said. “It’s my job to please you.” It was one of my jobs. The other job was to be a support and tender Daddy hand.

From there, I encouraged him out of his onesie while I undressed at the side of the bed. Wren’s eyes caught the gloss and glow of moonlight in them, and he watched intently as I got naked.

“My turn now,” he said. “Please.”

“Mhm, but I haven’t finished.”

“What else do you want to do?”

“If you lay your sweet head back down, I’ll show you.”

The lube came out to play, little dots of it in the areas of his body I knew were the most sensitive, all the way until I reached his cock which he continued to try and hide with his teddy. I plied his hands away easily, and his cock thwacked at his skin as it repelled back up in its curve. A touch of lube to his tip, and gently, I rubbed his down, tracing it with my finger. I felt more attuned to him in the darkness than when the light was on. I wasn’t being confronted with all his skin, just the feeling of it, warm against me.

“That feels good,” he whispered.

“You can be louder,” I reminded him. “If you want.”

His hips thrust and his cock inserted inside my tightening fist, easy sliding inside with the lube. He moaned louder, much louder.

“Ohh, there you go, that’s a good boy.”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“You wanna keep going.” I stroked his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with my other.

“I want you.”

“I want you more.”

He tried to pull out of my hand and sit upright. “I want to kiss you now. I need to—smell you.”

I couldn’t say no to him, he was so sweet asking for it.

Wren showed no restraint this time. As soon as I was on my back, he straddled my stomach and began kissing my neck, his kisses lingered, leaving wet traces as he licked and sucked, hoping he left his little marks across me. He scaled the length of my body, purposefully not touching my cock it seemed as he even went to my thighs and laid his teeth gently into me before giggling. “You’re so hairy there.”

“You’ve only missed one spot.”

“Oh. It’s dark, I don’t know.”

He quickly found it, alongside the lube, and the tingle effect across my tingle had an intense toe-curling effect to it. “I like that.”

“What about this?” And his mouth took my cock inside it, so warm. He took it all the way to the back of his throat, only clearly felt from the hard stop it hit.

A rush of heat washed over me. So many new feelings, so many sweet intensities. I loved every single bit of it. Every single tickle and crackle of sweat breaking out on my skin from his actions, they had my sweating more than a work out. I was nervous. I didn’t want to cum.

“Ok,” I said in a gasp. “You wanna see what else you can do?”

“I know what else I can do,” he said. “I wanna ride it.”

The box condoms were already on the bed. “You wanna be a cowboy now, huh?”

“A little cowboy,” he giggled. “And you’re my horses.”

“What makes me the horse?”

Wren tapped the tip of his mouth to his mouth. “I don’t think I have to say anything else.”

He put the condom on me and without giving me the opportunity to eat his ass like I would’ve liked to try again, he went straight to sitting on it. He really was playing cowboy, his heels clipping at my thighs like controls, telling me to thrust and pump myself harder in him. I kept hands on his hips, forcing him down, scared he might buck off if I thrust too hard. But he liked it, grinding his own hips in circular motions, as if he was writing the alphabet out on me. My boy knew his ABC’s, and that was talent.

But even more talented from him, was the way I didn’t last if I thought I would. I came fast, the sensation more intense and new than it had been. I pumped my load so deep into the condom, and he just kept on riding me.

“It feels so good,” Wren moaned as he jerked his cock like a champagne bottle, his thumb over his tip, as if stopping himself from cumming. It didn’t help much because the moment he stopped, he sprayed cum up my chest, hitting my chin and lip.

Reflex had me licking my lip, it was sweet, and the second reflex of his hole tightening around m throbbing cock had almost a second-wind of cum continue to keep pumping out. I was in ecstasy.

He laid across my body while my cock was still in him, only popping out once it was began to soften.

“You were a good horse,” he said, licking his cum from my chin.

“And you were a good boy,” I said.

He shivered on me. “Thank you, Daddy.” He nuzzled into my neck, as if searching for more cum to lick clean from me. “Do I get another clue to my present?” he asked.

“One more,” I told him as I fought back a yawn. “You can ride it.” I think I might’ve already given him that one, but he’d find out soon enough, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face. “Love you,” I whispered.

He whispered it back to me and gave me a kiss. “I’m inspired now. I think I’m gonna write some more. Is that ok?”

The condom on my cock was growing uncomfortable. “As long as you let me get cleaned,” I said. “You can do whatever you want. And, also, as long as you’re not up too late. We must be on the bus early tomorrow.”

He nodded, rolling off me. “Oh no, Bloo got some on him.” He grabbed his teddy and immediately began dabbing his tongue at him. It was adorable, he was just precious.