Page 2 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

DASAN UKIAH

I’ve always had a feeling about Shively Myers. From the moment I was traded to Winnipeg, a feeling in my gut spoke to me about him, though I’m not entirely sure what it’s been saying.

He’s a sexy man in his early forties with graying hair above his ears and striking blue eyes. He’s unfailingly neat and put together. The word “distinguished” comes to mind when I look at him.

The sides of his head are shaved short enough that it’s barely there but visible enough to see that it’s almost all silver. The top of his head is neatly styled in such a way that I imagine grabbing a fistful.

I almost always see him in a suit of some kind. Even when it’s practice or travel days, even if that suit is missing its jacket and without a tie.

Right now, as I stare at him standing outside my hotel room door, I see other things too.

For instance, the little spots of white in the hair around his mouth.

The way his hands are fisted together, as if he’s trying to keep himself from stepping inside.

His eyes don’t leave mine. His breaths are quicker than usual.

He looks down the hall to his right, then his left. Meeting my eyes again, he swallows and shuffles backward half a step. Just when I think he’s going to walk away, he steps inside.

A rush of excitement moves through my body as I shut the door behind him. I lock the bolt then flip the extra doorstop, though I keep his eyes locked with mine the entire time.

I’m standing almost toe to toe with him. I’ve never realized that he’s a few inches shorter than me. Even though I’ve been in his company all night, I’m just now noticing this since we’re so close. His face has to turn up to look at me when I’m in his space like this.

He’s inside my room, so that means we’re on the same page, right? I should ask. Instead, I frame his jaw and neck with my hands and bring his exquisite lips to mine. Shively groans almost immediately, his lips parting.

That’s all the invitation I need to taste him. The first note I get is champagne, which is maybe a little concerning. Sighing, I pull my mouth from him and ask, “How much have you drunk tonight, Shiv?”

His pupils are already beginning to dilate as he looks at me a little dazed. He’s entirely moldable. I can feel it in the way he’s completely amenable to my touch right now. Waiting for me.

“What?” he asks, blinking himself back from wherever his mind had been.

“How much have you had to drink tonight? A bottle of champagne? Two?”

Shively makes a face. “Eh, no. I couldn’t stomach even a quarter of a bottle. I took only a sip or two from most of the glasses in my hand before handing them off.”

“What else have you drunk?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not drunk, Dasan. I’m not even buzzed. Promise.”

“No?”

I receive an annoyed expression which makes me grin. “I’m here… because I want to be here. My judgment is in no way impaired.” I can see the irony in his face when he says that because I think we both know our judgment is definitely off right now.

“Get undressed, Shiv,” I murmur, licking the corner of his lips and enjoying the whole-body shiver in response.

He takes a deep breath and backs away from me, stepping deeper into the shadows. I don’t move from where I’m standing as I watch him slowly take his clothes off, one article at a time, until he’s standing in the dark with only the moonlight illuminating his naked body.

I’m not surprised he’s sexy, nor am I surprised that I appreciate what I see. His trim figure is hidden quite well beneath the suits he wears. As is that hungry cock standing at attention for me.

“Get a pillow from the bed,” I tell him.

Shively sways for just a second before doing as I say. He takes one from the head of the bed and turns to face me with it in his hands.

“Good. Go back to where you’d just been standing and put it on the floor.”

He does, then he’s standing behind it, facing me.

“Kneel for me.”

There’s no hesitation anymore. He does what I tell him to without question. As soon as the command is out of my mouth, he reacts. I’m not sure if this man is familiar with being submissive, but as soon as he’s on his knees, he brings his hands behind his back and looks up at me.

The sexiest damn man right here. All for me.

I step into the room and bypass him to round the opposite side of the bed. Mostly, I want to see if he twists to watch me. He doesn’t. He remains right where I told him to be. I flick the switch that turns on the soft light behind the headboard so we have a little light in the room.

The zipper from my bag sounds loud as I open it to pull out a condom and lube.

You never leave home unprepared. Even if you have no plans to hook up.

It’s far better to be safe than have a regret later, and the supplies take up almost no room and weigh next to nothing. There are zero excuses for accidents.

I toss them to the bed then stand in front of Shively again as I strip out of my tux.

His eyes remain transfixed on my hands, watching where they move as I take off each layer.

His eyes snag on the barbell in my navel.

They only move lower once I drop my pants, leaving my cock hidden behind my underwear.

Hidden might be too strong a word. I’m ready to break free.

I’m not feeling very patient right now. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined Shively like this once or twice, though I’ve never given it a lot of credence because he’s my coach. Obviously, there’s a lot of reasons that we shouldn’t do this.

Right now, those reasons don’t matter. I’m going to use the loophole that our season hasn’t begun. That’s a loophole, right?

Shively’s lips part once I push my underwear down to reveal the goods that will be enjoying his body tonight—beginning with that mouth. A mouth that adds to the fact that this man always looks refined.

That mouth is going to look mighty good around my dick.

I don’t think it’s my dick that he’s staring at though.

Not exactly. It’s probably the piercing.

It seems everyone stares when they first see it, as if they can’t help themselves.

I have an apadravya piercing, which is a fancy word that describes a barbell going up and down through my crown.

When you say you have a pierced dick, most people think of a Prince Albert.

That had been my intent when I went to get it pierced, but somehow, I ended up with the apadravya instead.

I’m not sorry about it. It’s proven a lot of fun during sex.

I give Shively time to admire. I know the moment he realizes he’s been staring because his eyes snap up to mine, his cheeks flushed, but I just grin.

“Like what you see?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my dick and giving myself a slow stroke.

He swallows and nods. “That’s…”

“Has my dick left you speechless, or is it the barbell going through it?”

His eyes lower again for a minute then meet mine. “Both.”

“That’s a good answer.” I step toward him, still stroking my dick, while his eyes move between mine and my dick. I’ll let him touch and explore all he wants, but not right now. Right now, I want to feel his hot mouth.

I tap the head of my dick on his lips, and again, he swallows. He’s nervous. I press my dick to his lips a little more insistently, and he obediently opens, but then he pulls back and looks up at me. “I’ve never done this,” he says quietly. “Just… just so you know.”

“I’m not going to punch through your throat, Shiv. Just suck my dick like a good boy, okay?”

He shivers as his eyes drop, then he nods and opens his mouth for me.

Smirking, I say, “You’re going to have to open wider than that. There you go.” I press the head of my dick inside his mouth and against his tongue. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on mine. I’m not going to deep throat you, but you’re less likely to gag if you keep your eyes up here. Okay?”

He nods again, though it’s smaller, controlled bobs of his head. I keep my hand around the base of my dick, so I’m not tempted to shove inside him. Instead, I try to stand still.

“Suck me. Show me how much you want to please me, Shiv.”

His mouth tightens around my cock as he swallows. I’m surprised when he actually sucks me like this is his dying wish. My eyes roll as I groan. He’s not exactly moving on my cock at all. He’s sitting almost perfectly still and using all his energy simply to suck . Jesus.

With my free hand, I give in and grab a fistful of his hair. I’m rewarded with a moan. Pushing my cock in a little deeper, I drop my head back and groan at the way he sucks. Maybe he’s never done this before, but a mouth that can suck like that should be rewarded.

He’s about to be rewarded with my orgasm if I let him suck me too long. This isn’t about talent right now. It’s all about sensation. Imagine if he moved his mouth on my cock while he did this. Too good. It’d be over quickly.

“Okay,” I say breathlessly, then I pull my dick from his mouth. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and rising climax. Fucking pucks. “Bed. Hands and knees. Let me get that ass ready to receive.”

This time, he hesitates, but it’s only for a second. He gets up and climbs onto the bed, ending in the position I told him to be in. I follow but move to the side of him, so I can bring his eyes to mine. “If you don’t want to have penetrative sex tonight, we don’t have to.”

He chews his lip for a minute, eyes dropping to my cock before meeting mine. “You want to.”

“This isn’t just about me. What do you want?”

“I… uh… I want what you want.”

“Get up here and look at me.”

Shively gets on his knees so he’s facing me, his hands resting flat on his thighs. Excitement rushes through me as I look at his position. His entire demeanor tonight has screamed submissive.

“Have you had sex with a man?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Are you acquainted with ass play?”

He shakes his head and shrugs at the same time. “Not a lot. I feel… weird doing that to myself.”

“I’m going to ask you again, and I want you to answer the question, not reinterpret it. Understand, Shiv?”

He nods.

“Do you want to have sex tonight? There is no wrong answer here. What do you want?”

“That’s not really a fair question.”

“Asking what you want isn’t a fair question?”

He huffs. “I want to make you feel good,” he says in a rush.

“There are plenty of ways to make me feel good.”

“You want to have sex.”

“There are other ways.”

“Dasan,” he says, voice almost pleading. “Please, just have sex with me. If you’re looking for verbal consent, I’m giving it.”

Yet I notice that he still hasn’t said he wants to. I study his face for a long minute before nodding. “Hands and knees.”

He retakes his position, and I move behind him. I’m going to take my time on his virgin hole, which I think is necessary for both of us. I’m not exactly well-practiced in fucking men, either. Like him, I’ve also never taken it.

I’ve been with three guys in my lifetime. Once apiece. Two of them were in college. The last one was almost seven years ago. Give or take a year.

It’s not that I’m primarily into women. It’s that I have more access to women as someone who isn’t openly… anything. I’ve never said I was straight, bisexual, or otherwise. Quite frankly, it’s never come up, and I’ve not given it much thought. My sexuality simply doesn’t matter.

I take my time and use plenty of lube to spread his hole for me. I may take far more time than I need to, but I’m not going to hurt him. That means he needs to be extra stretched.

He doesn’t hate it. Either I’m doing a damn good job of easing him open or he greatly enjoys what I’m doing.

His moans are quiet, and he only winces once.

Otherwise, he’s been entirely into it. There’s no sign of impatience.

No complaints. He remains on his hands and knees for me as I prep his tight body.

When I’m relatively sure he’s good to go, I put the condom on and urge him onto his side. Lubing myself up and getting in position behind him, I wrap my arms around his torso to keep him snug. “You’re allowed to tell me to stop at any time. Understand?”

He nods.

“I don’t care what the reason is. If it hurts or if you don’t like this position or if you simply changed your mind, I’ll stop. I won’t be angry.”

Shively sighs. “I know.”

I hope that’s the truth. With him tightly in my arms, I begin placing pressure against his hole.

My dick slides in almost immediately—probably from my expert stretching.

I loosened his pretty hole up good! However, I make sure I’m extra slow after that and ease in gently, giving Shively plenty of time to adjust to me.

I might be exaggerating what he needs, but I’m not convinced he’s going to tell me what he needs since he wouldn’t tell me what he wants. So I take my time getting inside him then take my time again working up to full thrusts.

I’m so caught up in making sure I don’t hurt him that how good he feels is lost somewhere in the back of my mind. Right up until he says, “Holy fuck,” and grabs his cock.

A rush of pleasure surges through me, and I grunt, snapping my hips inside him harder than I meant to. Before I can apologize, his gasp turns into a moan and he repeats, “Holy fuck.”

“That feels good, Shiv?”

He nods. “I’m going to come.”

Ah. This man was meant to be a bottom. “Not yet. Don’t come yet, Shiv.”

He whines, and yep, that does it. I lose a little of my self-control and begin fucking him with far more purpose.