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Cliff just knew it was going to be a great fucking night. Boston had won 5-2 and he had 2 assists on Roz’s goals. He even managed to stay out of the penalty box for an entire game. It wasn't like he was trying to end up in the box on a nightly basis, but when you were a tall d-man and your entire job was to try to get the puck loose it usually resulted in at least one or two hooking or slashing calls a night.
Roz approached Cliff as he was finishing getting dressed after his post-game shower. Roz had clearly brought one of his loud club shirts to swap out for his suit they had to wear on the way into the stadium.
“Marley you did good tonight, I'm very proud of you, so to celebrate, you're taking me to the club to find a beautiful woman to take home. If you're lucky I might even be willing to share.” His captain, Ilya Rozanov winked at him indicating he was joking. At least Cliff thought he was joking. Honestly he was never really sure with Roz.
He didn't know if it was the Russian of it all or if it was just who Roz was as a person, but sometimes he could swear he'd just say shit to see what kind of reaction it got out of people. Cliff liked to think of himself as a pretty “go with the flow" kind of guy, so if some of Roz's jokes were a little boundary pushing, he thought that at least it always made for interesting conversations.
“Come Marley, I'm getting older by the minute. Soon I will be so old that the women will consider choosing you instead of me.” Ilya stopped to look Cliff up and down as if evaluating him for something. “Eh, they could do worse. You're a very handsome man Marley” he said, slapping Cliff on the cheek.
Pulling himself together Cliff finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his wallet and keys from his locker stall. “Am I driving or you?”
Ilya waved his hand dismissively “Neither, I called a cab. Is easier this way.” Cliff trotted behind his captain like a puppy dog as they hopped into the cab waiting just outside the player’s lot.
As they entered the packed club Roz started to make his way to the bar to order them each a few drinks. “Ok Mr. Giraffe, find us someone to dance with, I have too much energy to just stand around all night.”
Cliff looked down at Ilya, “you know, according to the MLH I'm only 3 inches taller than you, you should be able to see just as well.”
Ilya dead panned back “Yes yes, we all lie about our heights, I'm 6’3” like Marchy is 5’9” or whatever lie he told them this year. Shut up and be useful.”
Cliff and Ilya found their way to a few different women that evening in the club, but nothing seemed to pan out. It was an odd night, they never usually had any trouble finding anyone to take home, either separately or together.
They'd done the threesome thing a few times at this point, usually after enough drinks convinced them that it was a great idea to do some “take a girl to Paris” bullshit. Cliff had always enjoyed it and not thought too much about the fact that he was fucking someone with his captain.
Cliff and Roz left the club having struck out, which was kind of unfathomable for them, but everyone has an off night sometimes. They were both pleasantly buzzing from the handful of drinks and the energy of the club.
“Why won't anybody fuck me Marley?” Roz pouted up at Cliff from where he was leaning on his shoulder on the sidewalk outside the club. “I am pretty, yes?”
“Yea Roz, you're pretty, you know you are, come on let's go back to my place, it's just a few blocks from here.”
The two walked back to Cliff's high-rise apartment, once in the elevator, Roz leaned heavily against Cliff for support. “Why do you smell good Marley? We have been in a filthy fucking club for hours. Why don't you stink? Do I stink?”
“You want me to sniff you Roz?” Cliff chuckled out.
“Oh what, I am not good enough to sniff? Wow, is like you don't even like me.” Roz mock pouted.
“You're fucking drunk Roz,” Cliff said, sliding the key into the door of his apartment.
“No, I'm Russian, would take much more than a few weak American cocktails to get me drunk. I am just mad that my only company in your spare bedroom tonight will be my own hand.” Roz looked longingly at his own right hand.
“Dude, don't jerk off on my fucking bed Roz, come on.” Cliff pleaded.
Roz crowded Cliff against the wall “Ah, are you going to take care of me then Marley? There is no woman here between us. What will you do?”
Cliff’s breath caught, his head was swimming caged in by Roz’s arms on either side of his waist. Roz was looking up at him. “Hey Roz, has anyone ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?”
“Usually only if they are trying to get into my pants. Would you like to get into my pants Marley?” Roz said tilting his head at Cliff like he was studying him.
Cliff knew Roz was bisexual. Cliff had never really acknowledged a label. He figured he also fell somewhere on the bisexual spectrum leaning more towards women but occasionally a man found his way into Cliff's bed either with or without a woman involved. He didn't mind it, he had fucked men and he had been fucked a few times. It was all pleasurable.
“I don't know Roz, would you let me?” Cliff surprised himself with how steady his tone was. Fuck, he was just as pent up as Roz was; the elation of a good win, all the endorphins from dancing in the club, getting wound up and let down by the people grinding on him all night.
Roz pulled him down into a kiss. Roz's lips were surprisingly soft as he slid his tongue into Cliff's mouth. Cliff was surprised at first, taking a moment for his brain to catch up with what was happening.
Roz pulled away “Well, if you fuck as well as you kiss just now, I'm going to pass Marley, you kiss women like that? No wonder you haven't found a good woman yet. My cock deserves better.”
Laughing, like actually doubled over laughing, Cliff responded “Wait Roz, you caught me off guard there for a second, let me try again.”
“You think you deserve second chance? Because that was not good Marley. Was like, put you in the box and make you think about what you've done bad.” Roz joked.
Roz was joking but something about that little joke fired something in Cliff's brain. He flipped their positions and pressed Roz into the wall. Cliff slipped his hands into Roz's hair where it curled at the base of his neck. His large hand palmed the back of Roz's head. He leaned down and pressed his lips back to Roz’s. He pushed his tongue into the other man's willing mouth, he tasted like smoke from the cigarettes they'd shared on the walk home and the drinks from the club. It was completely undeniable that he was kissing a man as his hand came around to caress Roz's jaw, the stubble prickling under his fingertips.
They went on like that for a few minutes, pressed against each other, experimental rolls of their bodies to alleviate the growing pressure in their cocks.
Eventually Roz pressed a palm into Cliff's chest “Now THAT is how you kiss a man Marley!” Roz slipped out from where he was pushed against the wall. “Now show me whichever room in this place you don't give a shit about.”
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Ilya was poking his head into what looked like an office he supposed. “Marley, what the fuck do you do with an office, and why do you have such a hideous desk taking up all this space?”
“I don't know Roz, the floorplan said “office” and I just went with it.” Marley supplied.
“You're a fucking idiot, now unless you're going to let me fuck you over your very stupid fancy desk where the fuck am I going? This place is a maze.”
Marley directed Ilya to a spare bedroom that was sparsely decorated. That worked for him. Ilya stripped off his shirt “Go get lube and get the fuck back in here before I start jerking off with out you.” Marley scampered out of the room and was back before Ilya could even turn around.
“Jesus, someone's eager.” Ilya snarked.
“I'm fucking horny Roz, same as you, don't make fun of me.”
Ilya chuckled “I'll make fun of you if I want, I think you like it. Take off your clothes.” He watched a shiver run through Cliff as he stripped off his clothes and tossed them in the corner.
Ilya ran a critical eye over Marley’s body, letting him feel the weight of his inspection. He noticed that his cock was getting harder the longer Ilya stared. “Do you even know what to do with that thing Marley? Is ridiculous, why does one man need so much cock?”
Marley's lips tipped up in a lopsided grin “oh I know what to do with it.”
“Shut the fuck up, you're not going to do shit with it unless I tell you. Understand?”
Marley's eyes were wide at Ilya's tone “I understand” was his only response.
Ilya stepped up to Marley and looked up to make eye contact he leveled his tone “If you want this to stop. If you don't like what I say, what I do, any of it, you tell me and we stop, yes? If you can't talk you pinch me and we stop, okay?”
“Understood Captain.”
“Good boy Marley. Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Marley nodded. Ilya grabbed Marley’s square jaw in his hand. “Answer me out loud when I speak to you Marley.”
“Yes, I've sucked a cock before.” He gritted out against the pressure of Ilya's hand on his jaw.
Ilya popped open the button of his pants “good, get on your knees.” Ilya watched as Marley practically melted to the floor.
Just before Marley's lips made it to the tip of Ilya's cock, Ilya placed a finger in the middle of Marley's forehead to push him back, Ilya leaned down to look in his deep brown eyes “If you even think about touching yourself, I will walk out that fucking door and leave you naked here on the floor. Now be a good boy and show me how you suck cock.” Ilya palmed the back of his head and pulled Marley's mouth onto his cock.
Ilya groaned as his dick was enveloped in the wet heat of Marley's mouth. It was clear he was a bit clumsy and out of practice maybe, but he was trying his best. Ilya knew his cock wasn't exactly beginner material so he had to trust that Marley would stop him if it was too much.
Marley was on his knees, legs spread far apart to accommodate his much taller frame so he could suck Ilya's cock. Ilya peeked around his broad shoulders and could see his cock resting hard against the wood floor. Ilya pressed Marley's head deep against his groin and rearranged his own leg so he could press the ball of his foot against Marley's cock. The deep groan Marley let out reverberated through Ilya's entire body causing his eyes to roll back.
“What a waste, all this cock and it won't do you any good tonight Marley. Is just going to hang there, pathetic and untouched while I fuck you so hard you spray the fucking sheets.” Ilya pressed down harder, feeling the give of Marley's hard cock under his foot. Marley practically whimpered around Ilya's cock.
Saliva was slipping down Marley's chin onto his chest as Ilya used his mouth like a cock sleeve chasing his own pleasure while Marley squirmed underneath him trying to use the pressure from Ilya's foot to get any friction for himself.
Ilya harshly gripped Marley by his hair and pulled him off his cock. Marley already looked wrecked, head tilted up at Ilya, eyes hazy with lust. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Marley immediately obeyed and Ilya spit into the man's open mouth, Marley's eyelids drooped as it hit his tongue. “Swallow,” again the man immediately obeyed.
“You did so well tonight Marley, not at the club, no you failed miserably at finding us people to go home with. On the ice though, you did very well, made me look good for everyone. Just know I'm proud, yes?”
A whimper left Marley's mouth as he said “Yes Captain.”
“Get off the fucking floor and get on the bed” Ilya said roughly letting go of Marley's hair so that his head flopped down without the support. Ilya lifted his foot to free Marley to move.
Marley threw the comforter back on the bed revealing the crisp white sheets beneath and got on the bed. “On all fours.” Ilya barked.
Marley complied and pressed himself to his hands and knees. Ilya stood back for a moment just to observe. He watched Marley squirm under his observation. Marley was tall and rangy, defined muscle stretched over a thin frame. His arms, legs, and chest were covered in thick black body hair. Ilya stepped up to the bed, shucking off his pants. “You're not going to disappoint me, are you?” Ilya asked coldly.
“No Roz, I'm not going to disappoint you.” Marley said breathlessly. Ilya got onto the bed behind Marley's body. He pressed down hard on his shoulders and Marley's upper body sank down leaving him exposed to Ilya.
Ilya spit directly on Marley's exposed hole and pressed a finger against it listening to the man groan into the mattress. He watched Marley’s cock twitch helplessly as he pressed a finger inside. Ilya reached over to where he'd tossed the lube onto the bed to add a little lubrication when he slipped the next finger in. Marley let out a louder moan.
“You moan like a whore Marley, I barely have 2 fingers in you and you act like I've shoved a whole cock in there, pull yourself together.” Ilya responded by flicking Marley's cock with his free hand. In response, Marley's cock dribbled out precome onto the sheets.
Muffled into the sheets Marley said “get on with it Roz, I'm dying here.”
Ilya removed his fingers from Marley's ass and smacked his ass cheek leaving a bright red handprint “Ah, so you tell me what to do now?”
Sounding deeply apologetic “No, I'm sorry Roz. Please don't stop.”
Intending to sound as condescending as possible Ilya said “No, is clearly what you want, you want me to fuck you now? Do you like it when it hurts Marley? Because if I shove my cock in this sad little hole right now it's going to hurt. You want this?”
“Yes, please Roz, please.” He mumbled.
“Okay, just remember you wanted it.” Not wanting to actually hurt his friend, Ilya lubed up his cock and took a beat to slip 3 lube covered fingers into Marley's ass just for a second.
He moved into position between Marley's legs where he could see the long expanse of his back. Ilya placed one hand on the middle of Marley's back to brace himself and held his cock with the other and began to push in.
It was so fucking tight, so hot. It was a heady rush that washed over Ilya's entire body. Marley groaned through each inch of Ilya's cock pressing into his body until Ilya's hips rested against his ass.
“Shit Marley, you were made to take a cock.” Ilya said while he harshly gripped both of Marley's ass cheeks pulling himself back out and slowly back in forcing Marley's body to rock back and forth on his cock. Marley’s own cock swinging helplessly hard between his thighs.
Ilya watched his cock disappear into Marley's hole painfully slowly for another few moments until he could tell Marley was dying to move more.
He began to thrust hard into Marley's ass, listening to the choked off gasps of the man below him. He could tell Marley was trying to press back to meet Ilya's thrusts.
Ilya leaned forward to pump harder into him, he grabbed onto the meat of Marley's shoulder, digging his blunt nails into the skin as he gripped him tight for leverage. Marley moaned out wantonly and the new grip.
“Moaning like a slut on your captain’s cock, what a fucking night for you Marley.” Ilya said through panting breaths.
“Fuck Roz, I can't, it's so good. Please let me touch it, please.” Ilya could see Marley's hand twisted in the sheets trying to stop from touching himself.
“No, you're going to come on my cock or you're not going to come at all, you think I can't get you there?”
“No, I know you can, I'll come when you want me to.”
“Good boy” Ilya said with a cruel slap to the side of Marley's face.
Ilya continued to revel in the pleasure of Marley's body, knowing he wasn't giving him what he needed yet. He paid attention how Marley tensed when he was clearly brushing against his prostate. When he knew it was building towards something he'd stop and make shallow thrusts for a moment to cruelly pull him back from the edge.
There was practically a puddle of precome underneath Marley's untouched dick. His balls hung large and heavy, only touched when Ilya thrust deeply into Marley's ass.
Ilya kicked out Marley's knees wider and pulled his torso up with a hand around his neck. Ilya looked over at his face. Marley was so fucking gone he was surprised he was still holding on.
“Do you want to come?” He whispered against Marley's neck.
“Please Roz, I need to, it hurts, I'm so hard it hurts.”
“You're such a fucking slut, you can't even wait a few minutes to get yourself off, can you?”
“No, I can't, I need it. Please make me come Captain, please.”
Ilya instructed Marley to put his hands behind his back. “You're going to come now, I'm going to make you come, no touching.” He clasped Marley's forearms against his back and used them to allow himself to lean back and fuck up into Marley almost violently. He knew he was going to press directly on Marley's prostate, so he just kept hammering against it as Marley’s pleas turned into a garbled mess.
His head dropped back between his shoulders as he slurred “I'm gonna come Roz, I can't stop it.” Suddenly, Marley's ass clinched so hard on Ilya's cock that his vision darkened for a moment. He looked down and saw Marley's huge cock coming all over the bed. Rope after rope forced out as Ilya continued thrusting violently. The sight of Marley lost in his own pleasure pushed Ilya over the edge. He let out a loud shout as he came, filling Marley's ass with all he had.
Ilya pulled out and tipped the two of them over to the side so they wouldn't fall into Marley's mess. “You good Marley?”
Marley mumbled something into the mattress. “Speak up, I can't hear you.”
“I'm good Roz, so good, I think you turned my brain into soup.”
“Oh shit you have a brain up there? I thought it was all just hot air, thoughts of blocking shots, and misplaced dreams of winning the Norris trophy.”
The two men fell into easy laughter until Ilya was recovered enough to get up. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth for Marley that he tossed at him as he left the bedroom. He grabbed them each a bottle of water, their cigarettes and an ashtray from the living room.
He re-entered the spare bedroom, “It fucking stinks in here, like cum and sweat. I'm not staying in here tonight, you better have another bedroom in this place that isn't covered in your cum.”
“I probably should have turned that office into another bedroom shouldn't I?” Marley replied.
“No shit Marley.”