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When Kip had said he’d ‘always wanted to take a Stanley Cup champion to bed’, he hadn’t been expecting it to unfold this way.
Scott Hunter had just done the unthinkable, publicly coming out in front of the world at the absolute height of his career. The same man who had recently panicked over photos of the two of them just standing together at the museum just over a month ago was now accepting videos of them kissing online.
And it was no simple kiss. Scott had put everything into that kiss; a profound apology for every public date missed, each soft public display of affection or admittance of their love hidden was felt in each glide of Scott’s tongue over his own.
Kip knew Scott was serious about going public, but he’d expected it to be slow. A pace Scott would be comfortable with once the season was over, and even then, he assumed he would be private about his boyfriend with the media.
Today changed that.
Now, Kip was lying on his back in Scott Hunter’s – no, their – bed, like the many times they had before, and yet it was so different. Now, when Scott came home, Kip knew this affection didn’t live inside these walls alone.
Kip had been reading through the reactions on social media and replying to some of the many hundreds of texts he had been inundated with while Scott had been out celebrating his victory with his team. He had been surprisingly cognisant considering the early hour he had returned, admitting he had stopped drinking a while ago before making his way over to Kip, kissing him deeply as he guided him to the bedroom and ultimately pushing him back onto the bed.
“I love you.” Was mouthed repeatedly along his body; with each kiss Scott left down from his neck to his hip, drunk in affection as he worshipped Kip’s body.
He couldn’t lie; Kip had been expecting it would be him that was worshipping the other, commending him on not only his win but also his bravery. However, Scott was deliberate in his actions, so much so that Kip was almost certain he’d been planning this very moment all night in the hopes Kip would be awake upon his return.
Each admission of Scott’s love was matched with his own, albeit through moans which seemed to spur Scott on. His brow was knitted in focus, his hips grinding into the sheets below him, undoubtedly smearing precum on them in his eagerness.
Kip’s own cock was straining in the air, desperate for contact, tip leaking in frustration as Scott’s beard touched his skin. He wasn’t lying when he’d said that he loved how the team looked at the end of the season, and now he had his very own lumberjack all to himself.
He hissed a breath as Scott moved inwards, hot breath against Kip’s length as he mouthed at the base of his cock before taking him into his mouth.
He was eager and sloppy in his actions, but God, it felt amazing. Kip couldn’t believe the captain of the New York Admirals was between his legs, high on his victory and declaration of love, with his cock in his mouth.
“Fuck.” Scott’s big hands were all over his body, reaching out to grab whatever he could of the other. Their time apart had only strengthened their urge for the other, evident in each bob of his head, each lingering touch and swirl of his tongue.
They continued like this for what felt both like an eternity but also still somehow not long enough.
“I just wanna thank you.” Although Scott had stopped drinking hours ago, it didn’t mean he was completely sober; his voice was still slightly slurred around his words. “You deserve the world, Kip. Thank you for being so patient with me.”
God, his face looked pained, so earnest in his emotions in this moment in a way that just killed him.
Kip couldn’t help but lean forward to reach out his hand, smoothing along that handsome face. That had been all it had taken to push Scott over the edge prematurely, a simple kindness resulting in a receptive groan into Kip’s skin as he came on the sheets.
Scott rested his face against Kip’s spread thigh, hair sweat-wet against his brow as he gazed lovingly up at Kip with that gorgeously stupid adoring look he often wore.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was shy, words panted out due to the strength of his own orgasm. It had been a while since they had been together, and it had all been too much in that moment.
“It’s ok.” He couldn’t help the smirk on his lips as he ruffled the sweaty hair of the man nuzzling into his inner thigh, soft sweet kisses lazily kissed against his skin.
Scott laughed at himself, still slightly embarrassed at just how easy it had been for him to cum. “I really wanted this to last longer; I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
“Well, I’m still hard if the champ wants to ride?” It wasn’t an out-of-the-ordinary request; both Scott and he had been easy in their flipping status when it came to their sexual encounters. It was one of the things that surprised Kip the most, and he even reminded himself to not place judgement based on appearance.
The look he got in response was one of pure lust, a new lease of energy overtaking Scott as he moved up, grinding their bodies as their mouths reconnected once more in a passionate kiss.
It really was this simple: making out high in the moment and confessing their love for the other repeatedly through both words and touch. Kip reached out to grab the lube and a condom without even having to look, coating his fingers generously as he left the condom to the side.
Scott hissed at the cold feel of the lube-coated fingers, sending a chill up his spine even through the warmth of their bodies together. They continued to kiss, Kip catching each of Scott’s deep moans as he worked his fingers inside him. Scott’s own hands were holding Kip’s face as he lay on top of the other man, deepening the kiss and feeling the hard length between them grinding against his own starting-to-harden cock.
The two men only separated once Scott decided he was open enough, straddling Kip’s waist and reaching behind to grip his now condom-covered length, coating it too with lube. Even Kip was now starting to feel impatient. The slick glide in the other man’s hand was like agony until he finally began to sink into that tight warm heat.
Scott’s eyes were locked onto his own hands down on Kip’s gorgeously toned body, using it as an anchor while he rocked his hips back onto Kip’s length. His own cock was rock solid again, lying against the body below him and wetting it with his precum each time he lifted his hips and smacked down against it.
Kip knew he wouldn’t last long, but it was ok.
They were both stronger than ever; moments like this would become one of many. Never had he been so sure in what they had; sure, Kip’s life had changed, but so had Scott’s; they had reached the once unthinkable and were now able to give the other what they needed. Kip undoubtedly knew now that he wasn’t just a steppingstone in Scott’s journey to being an out gay man; what they had together was realer than anything either man had ever had.
They were deeply and publicly in love.
That thought, along with the sight and feel of the ridiculously handsome muscular man riding his cock, finished him off, gripping Scott’s hips as he spilt into the condom while inside him.
Scott looked at him again, sat back on his hips with that same stupid loving expression while his hand worked his own length.
“I love you, Kip.”
“I love you too, Scott.”
His eyes darted between Scott’s dazzling proud smile and his hand working his length until he saw Scott shoot his load all over his stomach, and the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the two men panting along with the buzz of the city outside.
It wouldn’t be long until the sun rose and a new day began, but neither of them had anything more important to do than be with the other. If Scott was worried about the public reaction, Kip was none the wiser; he had never seen the other man so content.
Scott cleaned them both up before wrapping Kip up in his arms, pulling his back against his chest as he peppered soft little kisses against his neck. Each touch was deliberate and slow; there was no longer an urgency in what they had. Scott had made the plunge so that their relationship could live outside of the confines of this apartment, and the time spent here wasn’t the only time they could now express their love for one another.
Kip angled his head back to steal one quick kiss before they both settled and succumbed to sleep. This truly was just the beginning of their lives together.