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The goal horn sounds and Sebastian's done it - he's passed Rod's franchise points record. He catches Rod's gaze as he skates the fist bump line and narrowly avoids wiping out at the heated look in his coach's eyes.
The only sign of his approval Rod'll give him in public is a squeeze of his shoulder when he gets back to the bench. Sebastian knows he shouldn't be thinking about Rod's private reaction in the middle of a game but he can't stop thinking about it. He feels like he's burning up.
The rest of the period passes in a blur. Sebastian hardly knows up from down and he's fortunate Rod doesn't bench him as his head isn't in the game at all.
He barely listens to anything Rod tells them at intermission, hyper aware of the way his jock is now uncomfortably tight but Rod catches him as they head back onto the ice. "Focus, Sebastian," he tells him and Sebastian swallows hard at Rod's heavy grip on his bicep. Even when Rod lets go he can still feel his touch like a brand.
Sebastian knows Rod's liable to give him a punishment rather than a reward if they throw away a lead and lose, or if he takes careless penalties because he's distracted, and he forces himself to pay attention.
The third period seems to drag but eventually they make it through with two points in hand. Rod wraps an arm around Sebastian's shoulder as they pose together with the goal puck and Sebastian shudders. He knows he's going to be in for a good night. After he'd overtaken Rod's goals record, Rod had arranged a threesome with Willy and Sebastian's hopeful of a similar reward for his new achievement.
As he heads to the showers, Sebastian finds a key card, which Rod must've slipped into his hoodie pocket. He's thorough in the shower, since Rod's liable to be as impatient as he is and, now he knows the play, Sebastian doesn't want to waste any time when he gets back to the hotel.
There's always a thrill in making sure no-one sees him as he heads to Rod's room, on a different floor to the rest of the team.
He finds Rod waiting for him, pressing him against the wall to give him a scorching once over. Sebastian preens, knowing he looks good.
"I suppose you want a reward for that," Rod asks, raking fingers through Sebastian's hair and tipping his head back.
Sebastian licks his lips. "I can think of a few things I'd like."
"I call the shots here," Rod reminds him before drawing Sebastian into a demanding kiss.
Sebastian responds eagerly, still amped up from the game. It's exhilarating knowing they have two full days until their next game so Rod isn't going to need to be restrained about handling him.
Rod backs Sebastian towards the bed, helping pull off his clothes and letting them fall to the floor as they go. "Let me see you," he tells him and Sebastian's quick to bend over the bed, wiggling his ass encouragingly at Rod.
Rod's running his warm hands over Sebastian's ass when there's a knock on the door. Sebastian freezes, not sure if he remembers Rod locking it behind him. Rod doesn't seem surprised though. He pats Sebastian on the ass saying, "Stay here," as he gets up to answer it, leaving Sebastian cold and vulnerable.
He listens to the low murmur of voices, hoping Rod sends whoever it is away quickly. Sebastian isn't sure if he wants to brazen it out, like there's nothing wrong with being naked in their coach's room, or try to hide, or just stay still in the hope he isn't noticed.
"Fuck," says the new voice. "What a great view." Whoever it is they definitely sound familiar and Sebastian finds, rather than embarrassment, his feelings are turning to intrigue.
"Won't you say hello, Sebastian?" Rod asks, in a satisfied tone.
Sebastian slowly rolls over. He feels unusually shy, not knowing who he's going to find there: they've brought in a third before, but Rod's always warned him if it was a stranger, so it might be someone he knows, and Willy's been retired for two years.
When he sees who it is, Sebastian is stunned. He definitely hadn't told Rod how he felt about Burns but he guesses he has a type.
He's not sure what his expression looks like.
"I thought you said you wanted a reward," Rod says.
He did and, though this isn't what Sebastian had expected, he's rapidly coming round to the idea.
Rod settles into the hotel armchair and waves magnanimously for Burns to approach Sebastian.
"You're sure you want this?" Burns asks.
Sebastian's composure is slowly coming back and he manages to arrange himself appealingly on the bed. He gives Burns a deliberate once-over: thick thighs, the bulge of his cock through thin shorts, t-shirt tight over his broad chest, strong biceps, then meets his eyes lasciviously. He licks his lips, before drawling, "For sure," as casually as he can manage.
Burns smiles, showing off his missing teeth. Sebastian shudders a little - he wants Burns to leave marks that their teammates will be able to identify by the pattern of his teeth.
He wonders what the beard will feel like, Rod has always been clean-shaven.
Burns pulls his t-shirt off, pushes his shorts down. Sebastian lets his gaze trace over Burns' impressive collection of tattoos. It's not like he hasn't seen him undressed in the locker room but he hadn't had the opportunity to really look.
Burns looks to Rod as though for instruction but he only gets a smile and a raised glass, poured from a bottle Sebastian hadn't even noticed on the dresser. "Do what you want with him. Forget I'm even here." Sebastian shudders. He feels like he's being pimped out in the best way. Like Rod's looking out for him but in a 'don't damage my investment' way.
Burns isn't as ripped as Rod, but then who is, though he's still a lot bigger than Sebastian. Sebastian spreads his legs invitingly; he might not be as flexible as a goalie but he's still had enough practice at this.
Burns puts a knee on the edge of the bed, between Sebastian's spread thighs, and Sebastian feels the mattress shift under his weight. Though they're not yet touching, he can feel the heat radiating off Burns, which seems apt.
"You're sure you want this?" Burns asks.
Sebastian nods eagerly. He hasn't really let himself consider Burns as an option but that doesn't mean he isn't exactly Sebastian's type. Rod knows his taste too well to make a mistake in this.
Burns cracks a gap-toothed smile and Sebastian wants to put his tongue there.
It's Burns who asks, "Can I kiss you?" and they both glance over at Rod, who looks unconcerned.
Sebastian bites his lip. Burns leans in, gentle at first but deepening as Sebastian parts his lips welcomingly. His beard is softer than Sebastian had expected, not scratchy like stubble.
Sebastian tries to wrap his arms around Burns' shoulder and legs around his hips to pull him closer but Burns is strong enough to resist, pushing his wrists up above his head. "Eager, aren't you?" he rumbles.
Burns lets go of Sebastian's wrists and Sebastian blinks up at him as innocently as he can manage.
"You're not going to keep them there are you?"
"Probably not," Sebastian agrees.
Burns runs his hands down Sebastian's arms; Sebastian isn't ticklish so he doesn't bat an eyelid as fingers trailing across his armpits but one hand resting over his collarbones gets a reaction. "Hmm…" Burns gives him an assessing look.
Sebastian swallows hard but doesn't say anything. He's a little disappointed when Burns moves on, but it's no problem, he can push for that later.
Burns' hard cock presses into Sebastian's thigh as his hands span Sebastian's chest. He squirms a little as Burns pinches his nipples into peaks, then brings his own hands down to play with them as Burns moves lower.
Burns dips his head and Sebastian can't help jerking his hips up. Burns gives a low laugh as he grabs the underside of Sebastian's knees and pulls them up and apart, forcing Sebastian to curl in on himself.
Sebastian feels exposed. Burns spits over his hole, a finger spreading it around to provide at least minimal lubrication before he pushes it inside. Sebastian gasps.
Burns lowers his head, beard brushing over Sebastian's knee, working up the inside of his thigh until he reaches the crease of Sebastian's hip which is more ticklish. Sebastian's hips jerk, pushing Burns' finger in deeper.
He can feel Burns' hot breath ghosting over his cock but, though he whines, Burns ignores it in favour of sucking a mark over Sebastian's hip.
"Yes, bite me," Sebastian manages.
Burns laughs and the rumble of it vibrates through him. "Is that what you what? Proof it was me? Are you going to press your fingers into it once I'm gone and jerk off thinking of me?"
Sebastian's cock jerks at the idea but, though it's too late to play hard to get, he isn't going to go along that easily. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Kid, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to forget me for days," Burns says. "But if you want to get marked up I can do that too."
Sebastian shudders at the thought. With their off-day tomorrow, he doesn't need to be able to skate at all and the thought of Burns not holding back thrills him.
"Where's the lube?"
"Here," Rod speaks up for the first time, passing him the bottle.
Burns slaps his side and encourages him to roll over. Sebastian rests his face in his crossed arms and pushes his ass up into the air, wriggling it appealingly.
"Such a tease."
"Not a tease if I'm going to let you fuck me," Sebastian says.
Burns laughs.
He pushes two of his thick fingers in. The lube is cold but he's used plenty so it's an easy enough slide.
"Mmm, you're tighter than I thought," Burns tells him.
Sebastian flushes a little at being thought that easy. Maybe he hooks up a lot, and whatever Rod told Burns to get him to agree to this, but he doesn't get fucked a lot in season.
So maybe he's impatient to get on with it now but Burns isn't in a hurry.
Finally Burns pulls his fingers away and Sebastian's patience is rewarded by the feeling on his thick cock at his entrance. Sebastian wiggles, trying to push back onto it but Burns tightens his fingers around Sebastian's hip. "You can wait a little longer," he whispers in Sebastian's ear, his beard tickling the back of Sebastian's neck.
Burns grinds his hips against Sebastian, letting his slicked cock rub between Sebastian's thighs, nudging at the back of his balls. It's so close to what Sebastian wants but not enough.
After a couple of minutes teasing, Burns lines himself up again and, before Sebastian can even think to beg for it, pushes in. Sebastian feels split open in the best way, forced to take it as Burns thrusts in relentlessly, not stopping until he's balls deep.
Sebastian wants more, wants to feel it in his entire body. "Is that all you've got?"
"I'm just getting started."
He wishes he could see Rod's face, tries to turn his head to catch a glimpse but Burns wraps a hand into his hair, holds him steady. "Am I not enough for you?"
"Maybe not," Sebastian says.
Burns takes it as a challenge. He holds Sebastian down with a casual hand at the nape of his neck, the other steadying his hip as he uses him roughly. It's exactly what Sebastian wanted.
Well, almost, he wishes he could see Burns' face, watch his bulging biceps, tattoos glistening with the sweat he can feel building between their bodies.
At least this way he can push back into his thrusts, work his hand down between his legs and stroke his cock. He knows he can come just from being fucked but he's impatient and he loves the extra spice of over-sensitivity. The sooner he comes, the better the chance he has of coming twice.
Burns gives it to him steadily until Sebastian feels almost ready to scream. Sebastian loves older guys for their stamina but he needs more.
So he whines when Burns stops abruptly, cock slipping out to slap wetly against his thigh. "I think I've done enough of the work," Burns tells him, turning to prop himself up against the pile of pillows and guiding Sebastian to sit in his lap facing outwards. Now Sebastian regrets a little that he'd wanted to see Rod's expression as now he can't look anywhere else.
"Come on then," Burns tells him.
Sebastian pushes up and lets gravity pull him back down. He can feel the burn in his leg muscles. Maybe he should've waited a day to recover after the game before claiming his reward but then again Rod and Burns would've been disappointed as they'd clearly anticipated his lack of patience.
Sebastian leans forward, rests his hands on Burns' thighs and arching his back. It has the advantage of tipping his head forward so he's only looking at Rod in glimpses through his hair where it's slipped down over his eyes.
Burns strokes his big hands over the tight globes of Sebastian's ass and he clenches. Burns groans then slaps his flank again, "Move."
Sebastian starts to work his hips back and forth, only allowing Burns to make shallow thrusts so the head of his cock rubs against his prostate.
Burns wraps a hand around Sebastian's throat, no pressure, just resting it there, and Sebastian can't help the sound he makes. He doesn't know if he wants to lean forward to increase the pressure or back to rest against Burns' broad chest.
Something about the ease at which Burns could manhandle him - not just stronger than him in the way Rod is, with solid muscle, but bigger all over, and Sebastian isn't small, not really - makes him shudder and he reaches down to stroke his cock.
Burns grunts as he takes control of the pace, thrusting up faster and deeper as he approaches orgasm.
Burns wraps his hand over and around Sebastian's, squeezing harder than he usually would - Sebastian finds cut guys tend to hold tighter - as between them they bring him to completion.
Sebastian closes his eyes, letting Burns bear his weight. He can feel him softening inside him, come dripping out of him between their bodies.
**
Rod shakes Sebastian back to alertness, wiping the come off his belly and encouraging him to move off Burns. Sebastian always looks so sweet, even as he winces as Burns' cock slips out. He lets Rod wipe over his hole and between his thighs, cleaning off come and traces of lube, and giving him the chance to check him over.
Burns declines the offer for Rod to clean him off, taking the cloth from him to wipe himself down.
"Stay for a drink," Rod offers. "Sebastian's going to need a little time to recover."
Sebastian pouts but Rod's knows he's definitely going to be feeling it in the morning, even if they didn't do anything else and Rod still has plans for more.
Burns shakes his head, getting up to find his clothes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says. Rod isn't disappointed - he always wants Sebastian to himself - but he's almost surprised when Sebastian doesn't object since he usually wants more attention.
Sitting back in his chair, Rod watches Sebastian watching Burns as he dresses and heads out. Sebastian looks relaxed and satisfied and Rod mentally pats himself on the back for making a good choice.
When the door closes behind Burns, Sebastian turns his attention back to Rod, "Why are you all the way over there?"
Rod takes another sip of his drink. "Was that the reward you wanted?"
Sebastian, lounging on the bed, pouts. "It was a good start," he says. "Are you going to finish the job?"
Rod laughs, as he always does at Sebastian's presumption, but he knows he shouldn't be surprised. He drains his glass and leans in. "It's a good job you're not going to need to skate tomorrow."
Sebastian shudders in response as Rod closes the difference between them. He kisses Sebastian, holding his head still with a fistful of his hair, tongue pushing into Sebastian's mouth. Rod presses him down into the bed, making sure Sebastian can feel the hard line of his cock through his pants.
Sebastian reaches down to pull it free but Rod pushes his hands away. "Patience," he chides.
"Come on! Even if you don't fuck me, at least let me suck you?" Sebastian pleads.
It's a tempting offer but Rod isn't going to deviate from his plan. "Who said I wasn't going to fuck you?" Rod returns. "I'm just taking my time."
"It's supposed to be my reward," Sebastian pouts, only mostly joking.
"You think I'm going to reward you for breaking my record without getting something out of it?"
"You get my ass out of it," Sebastian says.
Rod slaps the side of his ass, making Sebastian jump. "And I appreciate it but I can have your ass any day."
Sebastian shudders again. "What do you have in mind?" he asks, eyes dark with interest. Rod's pretty sure Sebastian's never been disappointed by any of his ideas yet.
Rod laughs. "Maybe I just want to make you wait," he teases.
Sebastian squirms as Rod strokes his cock. "Four hundred and seventy three points, eh? How many orgasms do you think that deserves?" Sebastian's cock twitches though he's probably still oversensitive.
He doesn't care what answer Sebastian gives but Sebastian doesn't know that. His brow wrinkles and Rod can guess what he's thinking. How many days of multiple orgasms would Rod need to wring out of him to get close to that number? Even if he agreed they could discount all the times Sebastian has come to him after a game for reward or punishment, it's still a lot.
Rod waits patiently for Sebastian to come up with some response. Will he rise to the challenge, try come up with a number that he can take whilst not letting Rod claim he's making it too easy, or will he take the easy route out and let Rod decide.
"Four point seven three?" Sebastian suggests.
That's more than Rod thought he'd go for but he's willing to work with it. "Let's make it a round five, shall we?" Rod smirks.
Sebastian looks as though he's regretting it already. "If that one I've already had counts," he bargains.
"That seems fair," Rod agrees with a smile and he can tell Sebastian's wondering what he's let himself in for.
He's already hard though and, even if he's a little sensitive still, it's easy enough for Rod to work Sebastian through another orgasm. Sebastian's come twice in a night plenty of times before, though maybe not in such quick succession, but he's not ready for a third immediately and hisses as Rod continues to stroke him.
"Too much," Rod asks, teasingly sympathetic. He pulls away when Sebastian nods but only long enough to grab the lube. Sebastian can't be too sensitive as he spreads his legs without prompting.
Rod fingers him then, making him sloppy with lube, pressing on his prostrate, practically milking it out of him and, by the time Sebastian finally does come, his third time overall, he's worn out.
He whimpers as Rod pushes in, already well fucked and probably a little sore, but Rod knows he enjoys the feeling, even as he digs his fingernails into Rod's biceps to share the discomfort around. Rod only flexes his muscles, wrapping his hands around Sebastian's thighs and folding him in half.
He knows exactly what angle to use and Sebastian whines as Rod's cock rubs against his sweet spot. Rod pauses to give him time to adjust but Sebastian kicks at him. "Don't stop."
"Don't worry, I won't," Rod tells him. "You still owe me two orgasms."
Sebastian bites his lip, and Rod enjoys the conflicted look on his face. He might not want to lose the challenge but Rod doesn't think he's going to make it either.
It's tempting to tell him he can owe it and pay it back another day - with interest - but Rod isn't that patient.
"I tell you what, I'll be generous," Rod tells him. "I'll let you count my orgasm towards your five but you need to manage one more."
Rod picks up the pace, not that he's in a hurry but he isn't taking his time now. He can see the tears building in Sebastian's eyes as he pushes towards his own completion, running his fingers over Sebastian's tender cock, trying to tip him over the edge. Rod can't hold back any longer, his thrusts becoming erratic until finally he comes and Sebastian manages a couple of spurts of come before passing out.
By the time Rod gets back from the bathroom with a damp cloth, Sebastian has curled up and looks too cute to move. He turns off the ceiling light, leaving just the light from the nightstand. Sebastian comes round briefly as Rod wipes him down, before climbing into bed beside him.
"I can go back to my room," Sebastian offers, words slurring with tiredness. His eyes are still closed and, though Rod knows he shouldn't encourage it, since if they get caught with Sebastian in his rooms, it would be awkward.
"Go back to sleep," Rod tells him fondly. He wraps an arm around Sebastian's waist, pulling him close. He'll deal with any consequences in the morning.