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Zee made a choked-off sound, breath trembling.
Ishir lifted himself slowly and dropped again, using Zee’s dick to get off, head tilting back as he revelled in the sensations.
Zee grabbed him firmly but didn’t control the pace. Ishir could feel Zee’s eyes burning into him, taking in his dishevelled, flushed appearance, how he was streaked with come and covered in Zee.
Ishir felt Zee begin to pop, pressing against that perfect spot. They trembled, clinging to each other, a whine building between them.
“Fuck, fuck,” Zee cursed. He mouthed at Ishir’s skin, leaving wet trails behind, making sounds like he was in pain.
“Zee,” Ishir pleaded, and Zee jerked him off at once until they were both coming, spilling over, taken by pleasure.
Ishir collapsed onto Zee, sweaty and panting. “Don’t let go,” he mumbled nonsensically.
“Never,” Zee growled and dug his fingers in so deep that they almost slipped into that hidden place only he got to see.
**********
Zee’s rut was, by far, one of the best experiences of Ishir’s life. The world had reduced to just the two of them, a place where they finally fit.
The aftermath was one of the worst.
Returning to the ice after All-Stars was a frantic push for a playoff spot for every team. It wasn’t like Ishir had expected Zee to forget his responsibilities. To suddenly be as enamoured with Ishir as Ishir was with him.
The problem was that something enormous and undeniable had morphed inside Ishir, and Zee was just…unchanged. They woke up the morning after Zee’s rut had finished, disoriented and still tired. They’d showered, eaten some breakfast, and then Zee left to run some errands, leaving Ishir alone, body and soul sore.
Gone was the Zee that monopolised his body and his space. They returned to hockey, and everything was normal again.
Maybe Ishir should have been happy that Zee wasn’t weird about it. That he wasn’t distant or aloof. But he felt the disparity between how they’d been during the rut and how they were now like a pain in his chest.
Orion entered the locker room on the first day back, stinking of Gabby, a fresh mating bite on his neck, and Ishir wanted to be happy for him. Was, to a certain extent.
Mostly, he felt lost.
It was even worse when they were all at a bar after a game, Ishir sitting at a booth, watching Zee talk to some Omega gushing all over him.
That will never be mine. The thought hit Ishir like a lightning strike, cracking him open.
Zee wanted children, and Ishir would never be able to give him that. He wouldn’t be able to stay home and keep house. To provide Zee with what he really wanted.
Zee made an exaggerated gesture, and the Omega laughed loudly, the tinkling sound cutting through the chatter that filled the air.
Ishir looked away, the rips in his heart bleeding.
“You okay?”
Ishir blinked at Orion’s concerned expression. “Yeah. Just…tired.”
Orion nodded slowly. “You know I’m here if you wanna talk, right?”
Ishir managed a smile. “Yeah. Thanks.”
The truth was, hedidneed to talk. To let this all out so it would stop eating away at him. It couldn’t be Orion, though, or Bergy. He didn’t want any of their teammates to regard Zee in a different light—couldn’t risk it affecting the team’s chemistry.
Olive would understand, though.
“Hey,” Olive greeted as Ishir stepped inside his apartment.
“Hey.” He’d texted Olive something vague, and Olive was intuitive enough to have booted Levy from their home.
