Page 6 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

SHIVELY

If there was anything I couldn’t have prepared for, it was my team deciding to walk around naked as if they’re on a reality show where people are forced to brave the wilds of Canada without clothes.

Generally speaking, I don’t care in the least. They’re plenty comfortable without clothes, though some put underwear on once they dried off.

Most decided bare is the way to go—including Dasan.

Does he know he’s driving me absolutely insane?

Watching his dick between his legs with that intriguing barbell sticking through it is maddening.

I know what that thing can do. I know what it feels like.

It’s not just that though. Everything about Dasan is stunning.

He takes my breath away like no one else ever has.

It’s not easy to force my attention away from Dasan and onto my team as a whole. They’re enjoying themselves, even as they struggle to get their tents up. Besides Dasan, there are only two others who manage relatively quickly and without hassle.

Ren and Felton are one of the first finished, and they go around to their teammates to assist, beginning with their friends.

I smile and go back to unpacking the crates that I had delivered.

There’s a maintenance road not far from here, though how they brought these in is beyond my knowledge.

I expected a dozen or more smaller crates, the size that can be easily handled by two men, not two very large crates.

One has a cooler of meat that we’ll cook over the fire tonight so we have a hearty meal to sleep on.

There’s breakfast sausage and a farm’s worth of eggs and bread for breakfast. However, it seems Dasan took a note from my plans with his military tent.

For lunch tomorrow, I have MREs—meals ready to eat—the kind that the military eat in the field.

They’re high in calories and protein, so I figured, with as much as I’ll have them running around tomorrow and the heat forecasted for this weekend, it’ll help them replenish what they use.

I bought forty, so we have a bit of a variety.

I’ll be honest, I’ve never tried them before, but I was looking for food solutions that were going to be easy to keep in the woods without much concern for wildlife.

Tomorrow evening, I have another fresh food delivery for dinner and breakfast the following morning. Then we’re heading back down the mountain.

This evening, once their tents are set up, we’re heading back to the water to play Marco Polo in teams. Five on five. I want them to practice listening for their teammates, figuring out where the others are by voice while also trying to find their opponents.

It might not be the best game to play and relate back to hockey, but this weekend is largely about team building, trust, and strengthening their senses other than just sight.

All the extra noise from teammates who are waiting to play also serves its purpose as the background noise of an audience that they need to tune out.

I’ve been thinking about this trip for a while. After you’ve been at a career for a while, it’s easy to forget why you began in the first place. It’s easy to lose that passion, and then it all becomes about money or the Stanley Cup.

But few kids actually begin sports with the sole goal of becoming rich, famous champions. They begin playing because it’s fun. Preseason practice is about preparing for the season, but by the time their intensive training camp is finished and the season begins, they’re already exhausted.

They’ll definitely be exhausted at the end of the weekend, but I guarantee that they’ll also be smiling and have memories they’ll carry with them for at least a little while.

And they’ll be able to take some things away from this experience as players.

Already this morning, they’ve hiked a challenging trail while keeping a beach ball in play for the vast majority of their trip.

I know that they were ready for a much longer rest when we stopped at the halfway mark, but without complaint, we left again.

That’s endurance. Pushing past their fatigue to reach the end goal.

Then they set up tents, which came with its own set of challenges.

It was proven more effective when they did so as a team instead of everyone on their own.

When I glanced back, Dasan was laughing while he helped Nason with his tent.

True teammates, even though Dasan enjoyed a few minutes of watching them struggle with their “modern” convenience tents for the everyday family.

Watching them in the water, taking turns playing Marco Polo while being cheered on by those waiting for their turn, is the activity that’s had me laughing the most so far.

I’m not the least bit surprised that the two players who catch their opponents the quickest and most regularly are the goalies.

Their job has so much instant reflex built in that they’re used to reacting at the drop of a puck.

When we’re finished playing Marco Polo, I let them wash their clothes from the day while Mina, Seb, Reno, and I get started on dinner.

This site is used often enough that there is a large stone circle where a fire has been many, many times in the past. Not something professionally made or even made by amateurs.

Stones were gathered from around the area and simply placed in a ring to encourage the fire to stay put.

I put my team to work preparing dinner and spend the hour or so it takes to get all the components prepared just listening to them.

Watching them interact. I have a team of really decent humans if I do say so.

Already, I’m seeing one of the things I hoped for going into this weekend—the veterans of Winnipeg embracing our newest members.

This is something that takes a while when your interactions are strictly on the ice or in the gym.

Taking them out of that environment definitely helps.

They’re having a great time. Say what you will, but when your team gets along, the job becomes easier.

It’s another point that serves as a reminder that this is supposed to be more than just a paycheck and a play for the championship.

Sports, even highly competitive ones, are supposed to be fun.

Their good-natured banter, laughter, and conversation carry on through dinner.

I don’t tell them a time they need to turn in but remind them to be mindful of those who don’t wish to stay up all night.

They’re also reminded that tomorrow is going to be just as demanding as today, so they ought to get some sleep anyway.

I leave my flap open so I can keep an eye on my guys. Not because they need to be babysat. They’re grown-ass men. But because they make me smile.

And maybe because I can watch Dasan like this as well.

My team lingers for a while. Their quiet chatter serves as a lulling noise, and I doze on and off as I listen.

My eyes open tiredly to the deserted fire dying down.

As my eyes close again, movement catches my attention.

They open more fully just in time to see Dasan get to his feet and head toward the water with his flashlight.

I stare then look around the camp. Everyone seems to be asleep. For a solid minute, I war with myself about whether this is a good idea. Follow him. Don’t follow him.

In the end, the promise of having a minute alone with Dasan is too much to pass up. It’s been more than a week, and I want him to touch me so fucking badly that I’m shaking.

My footsteps sound loud, so I keep looking behind me—like that’s not suspicious or anything. There’s no movement and no sounds but the quiet crackling of the dying fire. I can still see Dasan’s flashlight ahead, so I hurry to catch up.

I’m not surprised that he’s taking a leak. Making sure I’m out of view of the camp, I drop to my knees there on the forest floor, wincing as rocks and sticks dig into my knees, and wait for him to turn around.

My heart races wildly. Let me please you, I silently chant into the ether, hoping that the message reaches him. Dasan turns, his eyes meeting mine and a small, amused smile on his face.

“Shiv,” he murmurs, sending chills down my spine. Fuck, I’ve missed his voice sounding like that. The way he says my name.

He’s still naked, so I have an uninterrupted view of his body. Lean, toned, smooth. The moon shines off his dark hair, which falls loosely around his shoulders. It also glints off the two pieces of metal—one in his navel and one in his dick.

I can’t find words, though. I stare beseechingly into his eyes, begging him to know what I want.

Dasan closes the distance between us and pushes his fingers into my hair. Right in front of my eyes, his dick grows and hardens. Mine follows as need fills me. God, I want to ride that thing again. I want him to take me just like he did in the hotel room.

“What’re you doing here, Shiv?” he murmurs. “What do you want?”

My eyes flick up to his then back to his cock. How can I not watch as it gets hard? It’s a work of art in any state, but fuck, when it’s hard? Monuments should be built to it.

“You want to suck my dick, Shiv?”

I lick my lips, nodding. Yes. I definitely want to do that.

“Then open your mouth.”

I do, and his cock pushes inside. I’m immediately greeted with the slight taste of piss, which makes me wince, but it’s soon gone.

Now, all I taste is his skin and the hints of arousal that leak from him.

I’m not well adept at sucking a dick since he’s my only experience. All I know how to do is suck.

So I do. I suck with all the intensity I can, listening to the way he moans as he gently pulls his dick out and pushes it back in. He doesn’t hit the back of my throat because he’s mindful of me. Besides, the sound of someone gagging might cause someone from camp to investigate.

“That’s it, Shiv,” he grunts. “Fuck. So good at that.” His hands tighten in my hair, and I relax for him, letting him move me however he wants.

I’m startled when he pulls his dick out and yanks me to my feet. My inhale is sharp from the sting of my hair being pulled. My gasp is swallowed by his mouth on mine as he takes me into his arms.

Yes. Take my breath. My soul.

I wiggle in his hold as his hands drop to my ass. Unlike my team, I’m dressed in shorts and a tank. That doesn’t stop him from pushing his hands inside my shorts and squeezing my bare ass cheeks.

My cock throbs when Dasan bites my lip. “You hard for me, Shiv?” he asks, and his free hand comes around to grip my hard dick. Whimpering, I nod.

He takes a breath. “What I wouldn’t give to be inside your body,” he murmurs, kissing along my neck as he toys with both my back and front.

“Yes,” I gasp, my hands balling into a fist. “Please.”

“I don’t have anything with me. If I thought for a second you’d follow me, I’d have grabbed a condom and lube, but I thought you were sleeping.”

I whine like a damn dog. “Please,” I whisper.

“You want to be on my dick, Shiv? Is that what you want?”

“I want what you want,” I respond automatically.

Dasan sighs, and I remember he doesn’t like that answer. While it’s the truth, I know at this moment, he needs to hear something else, though I hate this answer. “Yes. I want that, Dasan.”

His hand tightens around my cock, and I thrust forward into his hand on reflex.

“You sure?” he asks.

I nod aggressively.

“Come on,” he says. I almost complain when he steps away, but Dasan grabs my hand and leads me to the shore then further and further away from camp. We’re so far that I can’t see the break in the trees anymore nor the hint of the fire.

“Undress,” he says when we stop, so I quickly shed my clothing.

He brings me into the water, moving deeper and deeper until it reaches my chest and we’re against some rocks. Dasan turns me around and begins his mastery of prepping my hole. I’m far less patient this time because I know what’s coming. This might feel good, but his dick feels much better.

The entire time he stretches my hole using nothing but the water to relieve some friction, his lips press to the back of my shoulder, my neck, and my hair. His other hand strokes my cock and tugs on my balls.

Finally, he’s pushing his dick inside me, and I grunt as I grip the rock tightly. Wow, much less smooth without lube. He’s only about halfway in when he pulls his dick back, and I loudly protest.

Laughing, Dasan turns me so my back is against the rock. He hikes me up and swings my legs over his shoulders, then he’s pushing his cock back inside me. “Before I forget,” he grunts, “I’ll pull out before I come. Promise.”

I nod as I let my head drop backward with a painful thunk. The water isn’t enough to take the friction away as lube does, but I think I somehow feel more this way. Especially when he starts fucking into me for real.

“I’m going to come,” I warn. God, I didn’t know there could be so many positions that were so instantaneous.

I’m not surprised when he tells me not to come yet. Not until he’s ready for me to come. Which only makes me whine and whimper while he sends shooting pleasure shuddering through me with every strong thrust.

“Feel okay, Shiv?” he asks.

I nod. It feels like fiery pleasure with every damn invasion of his cock. How can it not feel okay?

“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” he asks, and I’m mesmerized by the smile on his face. “You like my dick, don’t you? Like the way I feel?”

“I like the way you feel,” I answer.

I need to remember that he wants to know about me. Not just that I want whatever he wants from me. My desire to make him feel good is much louder than anything I want.

He leans in, folding me in half, and kisses me deeply. Dasan fucks me against the rock well into the night. I’m almost disappointed when he pulls out to come. Feeling reckless, I beg for his dick back inside me after, so I can come with him filling me.

It’s wrong and stupid and something I might regret someday, but I need the feel of him inside me as he jerks my dick. I’m not quiet when I come, so it’s fucking fortunate that we’re so far from camp.

“Good job, Shiv,” Dasan murmurs, stroking my face with his wet hand. “You come so good for me.”

I shiver and let my eyes close. Fuck my life.