“I'm sitting next to a teammate on a bench.”
The play comes down our end. Phoenix takes a hit from 44, digs the puck out, chips it off the glass. The crowd hums. I lean back. I let the heat come off Theo and radiate up into my shoulder for about thirty seconds.
Then I do it again.
“That sound you made at the end,” I say, very soft. “I've been thinking about it all day.”
“Stop.”
The play shifts on a turnover, bench-wide groan, and I use the noise to move an inch closer.
“I can hear it right now.”
“Maddox.”
“I can hear exactly what you sound like when you come.”
He drops his chin toward his chest. He's breathing too fast for a guy who's been sitting for a minute.
I check the bench. Paul is six bodies down, standing, locked on the ice, clipboard against his thigh. His assistant is calling lines behind him. The trainer is further down reading something on his tablet. Two guys to our left are watching their own hands. Everyone else is watching the ice.
I reach behind Theo's back like I'm bracing on the bench.
I drop my glove.
“Put your helmet in your lap,” I tell him.
“What.”
“Do it.”
He does it. Slowly. Hands shaking around the earholes.
He sets it on his thigh, visor forward, like any guy getting ready for the next shift.
I reach around his back with my ungloved hand and find the top of his pants under the jersey.
“Wait.”
My hand is already moving.
“You want me to stop? Nah, you don’t.”
“I don't know.”
“Wrong answer.”
I get my hand inside.
Hockey pants are armor over a jock over a cup over compression shorts over skin. You can't actually get to a man's cock through a pair of hockey pants during a game. What you can do, if you know what you're doing, if you have the angle right and you have fifteen years of locker room architecture in your hands, is palm the outside of the cup and rub your thumb along the seam where the cup meets his thigh.
I do it.
He chokes on nothing.
I grind the heel of my hand into the base of his cup where the plastic rides up against him through compression shorts. It's not pressure on his dick. It's pressure on the base of him, on theshaft above his balls, the part that's already responding to the fact that I told him I watched his video four times.
“Can you feel that?” I say.
