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These days, Hayden feels like he is going to explode any time.
All these endless road games feel like a blur.
Bus. Airport. Hotel. Arena. Hotel. Airport. Bus.
Rinse and repeat.
It’s making him crazy.
Even Jackie, her girl best friend, says so.
And he thinks he needs to get laid.
Jerking off in the hotel room while Shane goes to see Boston Lily is not doing for him anymore.
He craves for something he can’t explain.
They are winning, though. It’s a good thing, right?
First in their division. Guaranteed playoff spot.
He still hates playing on the road.
Especially in Boston.
Hayden hates playing in Boston.
Then he heard a message notification from the stall next to him.
He saw Shane immediately going for his phone and opening his message.
“Boston Lily can’t have enough?” he teases.
Shane is so down for this girl. He shakes his head, smiling.
Ever since the All-Star Game, Shane has become so much happier. Like, there is some weight in his shoulders that has been lifted up.
“I told you it’s not like that,” Shane quips back, barely lifting his gaze from his phone as he types something back.
“I know, I know.” Hayden wishes Shane would introduce him to Lily, though. It’s been what? Like seven years? And he still has yet to see a single strand of Lily’s hair.
He continued changing into his gear as he dreads their next game. It’s going to be a blood bath. It always has been with the Boston Raiders.
Rozanov is playing again.
And Marlow. Fucking Cliff Marlow. And his luscious black hair. And his broad shoulders. And his strong hands that could pin Hayden down. And his thick beard that would burn between Hayden’s thighs–
A blush creeps on his neck all the way to his cheeks.
Hayden’s heart is beating so fast.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
What the fuck?!
Hayden shouldn't be thinking about that!
Hayden cannot be thinking about that!
“Are you okay?” Shane asks.
Hayden took a labored breath to calm himself before answering.
“Yeah, just nerves, man. I’m fine.”
Shane gave him a questioning look but left him alone.
He can’t wait for this game to be over.
–
Marly gave a sideway glance to Rozanov.
Ilya is smiling at his phone again. It is always like this whenever they play against Montreal.
“Montreal Girl, meeting with you again? He asks.
“Fuck off, Marly,” Rozanov bites back with no heat. Just continues to stupidly type on his phone.
Marly just rolls his eyes and puts on his gear.
He’s glad Rozanov is back in Boston now that the playoffs are approaching.
Marly can’t wait to slam into somebody.
He’s feeling it now, the weight of the regular season. He can’t wait for this to be over and start the playoffs.
And they are playing Metros again, so this should be fun.
He always finds delight to piss Hollander off while fighting for the puck.
And Pike.
Can’t forget about Pike.
His soft brown hair.
And his ocean blue eyes.
I wonder how they would look if they were filled with tears.
Fuck!
Clif hastily tied his skates.
Too many games they played against each other, and he is starting to notice things.
But Pike would look so good pinned down and on the verge of tears asking for Marly to–
Stop! Stop!
Do not go there!
He needs to channel these thoughts somewhere, or he’s gonna lose his mind.
Focus on the game, Marlow!
His internal battle with himself was cut off by Rozanov.
“All right, boys! Let’s take down Montreal tonight and tell them who is the real king of the East! Not Hollander! Not fucking Scott Hunter! But us!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Let’s roll out and melt their faces!”
Marly is never been so glad they have Rozanov back.
–
It happened so fast.
Shane won the face-off.
He’s skating towards the net so fast.
And then he gets boarded by Marlow.
Fucking Cliff Marlow.
Hayden saw red.
“MARLOW YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
He lunged at Marlow and shoved him with his stick.
He is seething.
His captain. His best friend is lying on the ice, and he can’t do anything about it.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”
Marlow just looks at him stupidly.
The referees tried to separate them, but Hayden is having none of it.
“Pike, go to your bench now! I am not gonna repeat myself.”
Hayden shrugs them off.
He gave Marlow one last look.
“We’re not yet done, you fucker!” Hayden spits to the ice and skates back to the bench while he follows the stretcher to move Shane off the ice.
Fuck them all!
–
The game felt like a blur to Marly.
He didn’t know what took over him.
He just felt like he was gonna jump out of his skin.
He saw Hollander going at the net, and he just bulldozed his way against him.
Hollander was knocked down in an instant, and Pike immediately shoved his stick at him.
Marly’s ears are ringing.
Hollander is not moving.
Pike is saying something.
His cheeks are red with anger. Blue eyes filled with fury and near tears.
He’s so fucking pretty when he is angry.
Pike’s rage burns something in Marly never knew he had before.
It was dangerous.
Someone squeezed his shoulder hard. It was Rozanov.
“Pull yourself together, Marly,” He says in his ice-cold eyes. He shivered.
“I really am sorry Roz.”
“Part of the game. But I expect you to make cleaner hits next time, yes?”
“Yeah”
“Bus leaves in 15.”
And then Rozanov leaves him in his stall.
He is wearing his game day suit.
The ache to do something claws inside him.
So instead of going for the bus, he rounds the arena and walks to the opposite side towards the Montreal locker room.
He sends Rozanov a quick message.
Marly: Need to cool my head. Meet you at the hotel.
Roz: Don’t do anything stupid.
–
The arena was a maze, but somehow Marly found his way to the locker room.
It was late, and most of the staff had gone home already except–
“What the fuck are you doing here, Marlow?!”
Just about his luck. Pike is the only one left. He turned around and saw Pike had just gotten out of the shower. He also wears his game day suit, which gives away his slim waist.
Ocean blue eyes are drowning him.
Marly looked away. Afraid he might give himself away.
This is getting crazier and crazier.
“ I just came here to apolo–
“Apologize?! How dare you?! After what you did to Shane?! He’s got a broken collarbone for fucks sake?!”
Shame and regret poured over Marly like a bucket of ice-cold water.
“I know I can’t take back what happened, but…”
And because Marly can’t avoid looking at Pike while talking to him, he focused his eyes on Pike’s nose.
Pike’s cute, with a tinge of red nose.
Marly sighed.
“Look, I am sorry, okay.”
“You should be.”
“I should have landed a clean hit. I never meant to hurt or injure someone. I feel really bad for Hollander. And I know I can’t take it back, but I really, really am sorry.”
Pike just crossed his arms and looked at him. His lips pouted. Contemplating what to say. Clearly not giving a damn about what he had said.
You’ll be the death of me, darling.
And because he is stupid and decided to be an asshole, and he likes riling Pike up in the last minute, he adds
“Not my fault Hollander is not looking.”
Stupid! Stupid!
Sorry, Roz.
“You asshole!”
And for the second time that evening, Pike lunged at Marly, ready to unleash all his fury.
But Marly was ready for him this time, and he was stronger than Pike. So he catches his arms mid-air.
“Let me go, fucker!”
Pike struggled to get out of his grip. They are getting louder and attracting too much attention. He eyes a supply closet opened slightly ajar.
He grabs Pike’s arm and leads them towards the closet.
“What are you doing?! Let me go! Let me go or I’ll screa–
He slams Pike against the wall and pins both of his arms, his right leg between Pike’s thick thighs.
He heard Pike’s breath hitch.
He looks so good like this. Hair messy, eyes watery, and lips so tasty.
Marly felt his dick twitch.
This is a bad idea.
But he is in the deep already.
“I fucking hate you so much,” Pike snarls at him.
Marly rubs his thumbs on Pike’s wrist.
Pike’s pupils are starting to dilate.
“If you want to scream, then fucking scream my name, baby.”
Pike’s eyes widened.
“Are you crazy?! What the fuck are you on, Marlow?!”
Despite being a confirmed asshole, Marly is not that “asshole”.
He grazes his lips above Pike’s brow. Pike closed his eyes. A sigh escaped his soft lips.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll let you go,” he whispered.
Please say stop so we can end this madness.
Pike opened his glassy eyes full of need and wanting.
“Fucking kiss me already, idiot.”
Marly dives into Hayden’s mouth like a man looking for water in the middle of a desert.
Hayden? Since when?
He’s Hayden now to me.
He started the kiss slowly and steadily. Like he’s afraid the magic will fade away fast if he is not careful.
And then he started to get bold and deepen the kiss. He lets go of one of Hayden’s wrists. Marly placed his free hand on Hayden’s nape while the other landed on his hips.
And to his surprise, Hayden kisses back with the same intensity. He also needs this. Like this, also making him crazy as it did to Marly.
But it’s not enough. Like a madman, Marly needs more, so he swipes his tongue over the slit of Hayden’s lips.
“Open up for me, baby”.
Hayden looks blissed out, pupils fully dilated now. He loops his free arms around Marly’s neck and opens his mouth.
Marly swallowed his moan and kissed the living daylights out of him.
–
Hayden had kissed a lot of women, but he had never been so thoroughly kissed like this. He doesn't want it to end. Marly is gentle and gives everything to kiss. His rough hands tingles his nape while the other holds him steady on his hips.
His anger slowly melted away and was substituted by a desire he had never known before. His body felt like an inferno.
He wants to stay like this inside the bubble Marly has made for them.
But Hayden felt like his lungs were burning, so he reluctantly broke their kiss.
Marly immediately attacks his neck. Kissing it softly and feather-light.
Hayden feels like his legs are jelly as he stumps his forehead on Marly’s shoulder.
Marly steadies them. Smoothly running a hand over Hayden’s spine.
The magic bubble that enveloped them slowly pops as Hayden reluctantly removes himself from Marly.
But Marly doesn't let go fully. He holds Hayden on his hip and wipes the side of Hayden’s mouth. He looks so pleased with his work.
Hayden lightly punched Marly’s shoulder.
“I still hate you.”
“I know.”
Hayden gave Marly a pointed look, but Marly touched their foreheads instead.
“Marly.” He whispered, testing his name on his lips.
“Hayden,” he whispered back.
“This doesn't mean a thing.”
“Doesn’t need to be.”
“I’m serious. No one can know.”
“And no will ever.”
Hayden felt Marly’s rough hand touch his cheek.
“But this doesn't have to be a one-time thing.”
“Marly, we can’t.”
Marly gives him a quick kiss and looks at him intently, like memorizing every detail of his face.
“You're so fucking beautiful.” He blurts out.
Hayden felt his cheeks heat up.
“Can you please take this seriously?”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
Marly thinks for a bit.
“Give me your phone.” Marly finally said.
“What?”
“Just give me your phone.”
Hayden opens up his phone and gives it to Marly.
Marly registers his number on Hayden’s phone and texts his own number, and gives the phone back.
Hayden rolls his eyes when he sees the name Mary.
“Mary? Really? What’s my name gonna be then?”
“Haylee”
Marly waves his phone with his contact number named Haylee, on the screen.
“I know this doesn't have to mean anything, and the league will want to off our heads when this blows out.”
Marly holds Hayden’s hand and squeezes.
“Just please text me. I’m going crazy here, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Me too.”
Marly gives him a quick kiss on the forehead that seems to last forever.
“I should go," he finally says.
“Text me whenever.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Marly let go of Hayden’s hand and opened the door of the supply closet. When he is sure the coast is clear, he looks back at Hayden.
“Bye.”
Hayden stupidly waved at him.
“Bye.”
When Marly was gone.
Hayden leaned on the door and tasted the ghost of their kiss on his lips.
“This is a bad idea.”
–
Back at the hotel, he received a text from “Mary”.
Mary: Good night, Haylee! See you in two weeks! 😉😘
Hayden can’t help but smile.