The Arena lights glowed a vibrant blue and green across the fresh ice.
The crowd’s excitement roared through the stadium.
Six thousands fans packed the stands, all on their feet, arms up jersey’s waving.
“Good evening hockey fans!! And welcome back to another season of COLLEGE HOCKEY! I’m your favorite thick daddy Chuck Daniels——“
“And not so thick Mike Harris!” His partner’s much calmer voice chimed in. “I’ve got to say thick daddy Chuck, it sure is good to be back.”
“You’re telling me Mike. I feel like this every single year. It feels good.”
“Oh it sure does feel good!”
The crowd buzzed as they watched the home team, the Wolverines finish their warm ups.
Chuck sighed. “Well, to be honest, they didn’t exactly end last season on a spectacular—-it was trash Mike. They ended last season as a pile of garbage.”
Mike laughed. “Yeah started strong and then boom, mistake after mistake like they forgot how to skate.
“Oh yeah.” Chuck nodded. “And Brett Molier….damn he gotta step up this year as captain, because boy, it’s not looking good.”
“Oh for sure.” Mike sighed. “He has a lot to prove. And if i’m being completely honest Chuck….i didn’t expect him to be back on this ice.”
“Remember my last words were, take his skates.”
“Trying to lead a team that has no faith in you whatsoever. Come on now. Have some dignity. It’s rough. And these players aren’t too friendly. True the kid was a promise back in highschool——“
“But this ain’t no highschool!” Chuck laughed.
“It sure ain’t Chuck, and if he doesn’t get his game right this year, he can kiss the big leagues goodbye.”
“Speaking of highschool Mike.” Chuck’s voice grew louder over the roar of the crowd. “The real reason this stadium is packed to the rafters tonight…..Adam Larsson!”
His name appeared on the screen and the crowd went wild with howls and whistles once more.
I grimaced and adjusted my ear as I stared at the name flashing on the screen.
Adam Larsson.
Kelly nudged me. We turned and looked at each other.
Kelly knew me well. She knew my crush. While Kelly didn’t mind coming just to watch Jorge Hernandez, the big giant of a goalie who barely paid her the time of day, I on the other hand didn’t care for hockey like everybody else did in this town and school.
It was apparently a big deal.
I mean now it was a big deal to me too.
A big deal because of a certain guy, who seemed to have invaded my thoughts. I couldn’t stop thinking of him….and I couldn’t seem to get close to him either. Our practice schedules never aligned. I never saw him in the hallways. He didn’t take any of my classes. He was in all freshmen classes.
Yep.
22 years old in a freshmen classes.
Otto put his arm around my shoulder. I turned to him.
“Is it too loud in here for you?” He asked squinting.
I shook my head and pointed to my ear. I went to get my implant checked and fixed. I’d adjusted the volume perfectly. I wanted to hear.
“Adam Larsson Chuck. I don’t think there’s a single person in this building tonight, or watching at home who has not heard this miracle story.”
“Tell me about it Mike.” Chuck nodded. “And for those tuning in from home or out of state, let’s rewind the clock just a little bit and catch y’all up to what is a bonafide beautiful story. Adam Larsson, grandson of Mac Larsson Swedish NHL hall of fame legend from the 70’s, born and raised in Saskatchewan——-“
“Of course Saskatchewan.” Mike interrupted with a laugh. “I swear there’s something in the water there, or the ice. Every kid grows up skating before they can even walk.”
Chuck laughed. “Exactly, not just for his grandfather’s fame, but Larsson was a generational talent in highschool. A center with elite vision, speed and hands!”
“Yep!.” Mike continued the story. “Scouts were all over this kid. At eighteen years old he was selected first overall in the NHL Entry draft. I’m talking Franchise-level talent!”
“And.” Chuck pointed out. “Instead of jumping straight to the pros with his talent, Larsson committed to college hockey. Wanting to go to his grandfather’s alma mater. The future was unstoppable for the kid.”
“That’s right Chuck. Key word was.” Mike’s tone shifted to a more somber timber. “And then there was the accident.”
I looked up at the screen with the announcers faces, along with almost everybody else in the stadium. We’d read about it. Of course i’d looked him up. For a hockey stadium, everybody was exceptionally quiet, even the a few players on the hockey bench. Some shooting glances at Adam who was adjusting his skates, either unaware or pretending not to notice.
Chuck continued. “Four years ago during a trip to Iceland, with a group of friends, Larsson fell through glacier ice. He suffered sever hypothermia and head trauma. He was placed in a medically induced coma.”
My eyes dropped down to the star of the show doing everything, but paying attention to the buzz around him. I wondered if he knew. Knew everybody was watching his every move. Of course he did. How could he not. Poor guy.
‘He basically like died.’ Kelly signed to me.
I nodded.
Mike shook his head. “Doctors believed he would never wake up again. And year after year, that seemed to be the case.”
“Yes Mike.” Chuck smiled as he pointed towards the ice. “But six months ago, against every expectations, Adam Larsson woke up!”
The class erupted into cheers.
I smiled.
“And after just 6 months of rehab.” Mike continued in shock, his voice shaking with excitement. “He’s back on the ice playing Division I hockey!”
The crowd roared in another round of applause.
“Beautiful I tell you.” Chuck grinned. “And there he goes now, number eighty-eight. A tribute to his grandfather no doubt.”
Yep. There he was.
I mean on the ice, you could barely tell the players with their helmets on, but even without his ridiculously high jersey number, I could tell who he was.
Like I could sense him.
I smiled, and pressed my legs together. I wanted to fuck him.
Adam Larsson glided across center as if he knew that he belonged.
He was smooth.
Effortless.
The crowd seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation.
I leaned forward, so did Otto and Kelly on either side of me. Otto’s hand slid down my back, and rested on my lower back.
The crowd watched as the referee skated towards the faceoff circle.
“Look at him move Chuck.”
Larsson circled once, tapping his stick against the ice.
“The kid hasn’t played competitive hockey in four years.” Mike continued, his words spoken softly, everybody listening to his words. “But that stride looks dangerous.”
The tip of my mouth lifted. His stride looked sexy. Promising. I unconsciously licked my bottom lip, unaware that Otto had turned to watch me.
“And we are seconds away from the opening faceoff!” Chuck exclaimed.
The players lined up.
Larsson crouched in the center circle.
Across from him, number sixteen, the opposing center cracked his neck confidently.
We couldn’t see a smirk, but we all knew number sixteen smirked.
I squinted. He’s got this. I don’t know how I knew. I just knew.
The referee dropped the puck
Larsson moved.
His stick snapped forward.
The crowd cheered.
He won the face off instantly. The puck slid back to his defenseman.
Mile laughed. “Well, looks like Troy Hilder number sixteen was a little too confident there.”
The puck came back to Larsson immediately.
The crowd watched as he accelerated.
The defender from the other team stepped forward.
Larsson pulled the puck through his skates, smooth toe drag, leaving the defenseman sliding his stick in confusion at empty air.
The crowd gasped and screamed.
“Look at that!” Chuck shouted.
Larsson slipped between the two defenders and lifted a perfect saucer pass across to his left winger.
The shot rang off the goalie’s pad.
I clapped and beamed at Kelly and Otto as the crowd roared.
“Boy of boy!” Mike whistled. “Chuck….Chuck my friend. I’m gonna have to say it.”
“Say it Mike!”
“We taking championship with this kid!”
“And somewhere out in the crowd Mike, scouts from the National Hockey League are watching very very closely.” Chuck beamed.
Larsson lifted his head to look at the crowd.
The cheers roared again for him.
But was I vain? Or did it look like he was looking in my direction. I mean it wasn’t possibly. We were smack in the middle of nowhere.
I smiled and leaned back in my seat. Otto moved his arm. I crossed mine over my chest.
We were gonna win. Today’s comeback game already belonged to him. I don’t know hockey. I don’t know anything really besides skating. But I knew that.
Larsson gave a head nod to me——to the crowd?, either way, he turned and focused back on the game.
**
I guess I was now considered popular enough to join the exclusive afterparty. Not bad for somebody who was only in their second year with these group of elites.
Too bad I couldn’t remember much of last year, my junior year more like a blur, or a dream you could say.
“Didn’t I tell you, you would love coming to this school?” Kelly grinned, her arms around my waist.
I smiled.
“Fuck, is she going to be him all over him all night?”
I know. And by she, it was our captain Zoe.
Zoe Medecii.
I mean I didn’t hate her.
She was nice to me.
I mean she kind of had to be right?
We had a weird relationship.
Oh do you remember the part where I told you I was a goddess? No? Yeah? Well I am.
Don’t get too excited now.
It was just in name alone.
I had no real skills.
My mom and dad were like the god and goddess of nature and goodwill.
I know.
It’s embarrassing, but they’re good people. I love my parents. They don’t really like anything to do with the “big” gods as one would call them. Preferring to remain a humble life on earth and traveling and reincarnating as time passed.
Well all that’s to say, there’s another god here.
Which is why we’re so close.
Otto Lightwing.
He’s the nephew of Magnus.
Magnus is the old G of gods. You know the big dog.
And well there family being so bing and powerful have insane human connections. That’s where Zoe comes in. Her family were, I guess you could say loyal servants of the gods. It meant nothing more than they were rich, powerful, influential humans that if need be can create and fabricate whatever world a god needed to blend into perfectly to society. The go back hundreds if years.
So she’s Otto’s ‘cousin.’
One of his plethora of uncles was in actually ‘married’ to Zoe’s aunt. I say all this loosely because forget what they told you, there were no halfbreeds. God’s could not procreate with humans. They could just live as them if they wanted.
If I had cool powers I would do my own thing. But hey, that was me. And I didn’t have cool powers.
And apparently Otto liked experiencing the life of a college figure skater, so there’s that.
We didn’t know, how we ‘died’ or how we reincarnated.
If we lived on Earth as humans and not in the celestial realm, we were basically human.
Oh and by celestial realm, I mean the portal off the coast of Iceland.
Yeah don’t think too hard about it.
There’s gods walking alongside you everyday.
All this to say as a fucking human, it made perfect sense for Zoe to be all up on Adam.
Who wouldn’t be.
But…..i took a sip of the drink in my cup.
A girl had needs and desires.
If anything my goddess hood was good for was making me a lot more of a free-liver seeing as….well…the world was my oyster.
I turned to Kelly, my best friend.
I’ve known her all my life and she’s the inly one I begged to always have by myself.
Nobody opposed it.
Not my parents, not even big ole Magnus.
Somehow Kelly just fit.
‘Want me to cause a scene?’
‘Too obvious.’
‘Use your status.’
‘Not much of a status.’ I pouted adorably.
‘Oh, he’s moving.’ She looked over my shoulder. She turned back to me. ‘Finished his drink. Go. Upstairs——fuck, stopped.’
I laughed at her signing frantically.
‘Go, go.’ She hit my shoulder, flailing her hand. ‘I’ll distract.’
I winked at her and turned, maneuvering my way through the excited crowd. We’d lost Otto, but that was okay. I went to the kitchen and around the backstairs. This house was huge.
Whose house was it again?
I rushed upstairs.
Turn, walk down the hallway, move past lingering body. He was moving. So was i. The distance between us closing. I smiled.
It took a little extra effort but I grabbed the doorknob the same time as him. Our fingers intertwining. I held back a smile. As I slowly lifted my head, the same time he is. I stared into the most gorgeous of green eyes. Calling it green did not do it justice. The iris was an outer teal blue, like an exotic beach and the closer you got to the pupil you got specks of green mixed with gold layered in the lightest of brown.
Paradise.
I wanted to get lost in them.
“I was first.”
Adam’s perfectly shaped full dusty rose lips tipped up. “Your hand is on mine.” He remarked.
I smiled back and arched an eyebrow at him, twisting his hand on the doorknob to open it. “Squatters before shooters.” I whispered. Opening the bathroom door.
His smile widened.
Ohhh hockey player with perfectly straight white teeth? Hadn’t gotten them knocked out yet huh? Or implants? Whatever it was, it worked for him.
I gave him a suggestive one over and stepped inside as he stared back at me and straightened up. I looked over my shoulder. “You can come in.” Without waiting for his response, i walked further into the bathroom.
I knew he would.
He stepped in a closed the door behind him.
I turned and pulled down my lacey brown underwear down my thighs. I watched him, watch the journey it took. I lifted my skirt, enough to tempt, not enough to reveal as I sat on the toilet.
He leaned against the door and smirked as the sound of me pee hit the toilet bowl.
“You like that?” I teased. “You’re a pervert.”
He chuckled. ‘What’s your name?”
“Blaise.”
“Blake?”
“Blll—-aaaa—-issseee.” I repeated slowly. Reaching for the toilet paper.
His eyes stared at me in amusement. “You like peeing in front of strangers Blaise?” He asked.
I grinned and carefully folded the toilet paper in my hand. “Maybe I’m the pervert.” I reached between my legs. His eyes followed. Wipe. Fold. Wipe. Drop.
There was a knock at the door. It was pushed slightly open. “Oh so—-“
Adam closed it. He turned the lock. I got up bent over, pulled up my underwear, scooted down my skirt, flushed and walked to the sink. He walked over, his hands on his jeans as he unbuckled and zipped down.
I watched him through the mirror his back to me as I washed my hands. His slight movements, the stream of his pee hitting the toilet bowl. He moved his head to the side. A slight smile on his lips. He knew I was watching him.
He turned back, moving slightly and shook.
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Wipe.”
He chuckled and reached for the toilet paper. Grabbing about two strands, dabbing and dropping it in the bowl before flushing.
I moved to the side shaking my hand. Watching him zip his pants and walk over to the sink where I had let the water run.
“Washing your hands cause I’m here?” I teased with a smirk.
“Absolutely.” He replied with a big smile.
I leaned my shoulder against the wall. “If you rinse your dick, i’ll suck it.”
I got his attention.
He lifted his eyes to look at me through the mirror.
“You chase all hockey players or am I just lucky?”
I walked up to him by the sink and talked to him through the mirror. “Aren’t you just full of luck though?”
We stared at each other through the mirror. I held my gaze. His eyes peered into mine.
Was he a good boy?
Would he turn me down.
Honestly much respect if he did.
He kept his gaze on me as he unbuttoned his pants and zipped it down. He adjusted slightly as he reached in and pulled out his dick. Between peeing and my preposition, he was already semi-hard.
My eyes stared at his dick as he cupped water and rinsed it slowly, carefully. I chuckled and at least had the decency to look away.
“Naw, don’t tease me, you gotta suck it now.” He responded, voice deeper, slower.
I turned back to him. “I’m a woman of my word.”
“I bet you are.” He whispered, stroking himself.
I licked my lip. He didn’t have to prepare himself. I could get him there.
I went tonthe toilet, put the seat down and sat patiently. He came over. His jeans on, his dick in his hand, looking thicker than I remembered.
He stood in front of me. Holding himself, head tilted slightly.
“You always let random girls suck your dick in the bathroom?” I asked.
“Only the lucky ones.” He responded reaching out and gently cupping the back of my neck. His thumb rubbing my pulse. “I’m excited for this.” He whispered.
There was something in his gaze, the tip of his lips, the softness in his voice. He was, wasn’t he.
I opened my mouth and and leaned into his hip. He directed himself into my parted lips. I took him in slowly, and pulled back, letting him plop up. I lifted my eyes to meet his. With a soft smile, I brought up my hand and held him gently, before sliding him back into my mouth again. My tongue gliding over the underside of his dick as I pulled back the foreskin. I could feel the ridge of the muscle membered. I bent my head, pulled and held it. My tongue slowly going circling the head. I tilted my head again and looked up at him as I took him into my mouth. Taking him further until his head hit the back of my throat, I swallowed so he could feelit. He twitched and I pulled back. Mouth open wider a line of saliva, trailed on his head as he slipped out. I slowly rubbed my thumb on the underside and the tips of my fingers on the top. Using a teasing pressure I rubbed him lightly.
I looked up. “Good?”
He nodded, his hand going into my curl hair. “Real good.” He whispered.
I noticed how rigid he held himself. I smiled and dove on his dick. Receiving a groan of approval. I sucked him harder and he jerked into my mouth. I continued the back and forth motion. My mouth shaped in an o. Accumulating the split, caressing with my tongue.
Oh he hips were moving now.
Not as rigid anymore.
I smiled and let him slip out of my mouth. This time closing my hand over his wet erection. Jerking him with a purpose.
“You really like it huh?” I whispered.
“Blaise.” His hand gripped my hair.
“Yeah?” I asked innocently my eyes wide as I stared up at him. I bent down and took him in my mouth again.
Adam moaned and jerked his hips. Following the movement of my head. His other hand came up. Be rubbed the tip of my ear, gently outlining my implant.
My pussy twitched. He was so careful. He rubbed my ear again before cupping the side of my face with one hand. The other he held a firm grip on my hair as he panted softly buting down on his bottom lip as he fucked my mouth.
I coughed, he stopped and pulled back. I gasped and swallowed hard. He watched me carefully. I looked back up and smiled. He slipped himself into my mouth again. This time, pressing my head up and down as he groaned.
“Aaahh….fuck….” He whispered.
I gasped and lifted my head, breathing hard as he slipped out of me.
He reached down and jerked himself as he watched me. His own breathing elevated.
I bent down again, removing his hand as I sucked him hard and deep. Taking him further as he groaned and leaned his hip into me. He gasped and pulled back his hips. Jerking himself.
I moved his hand and took him again in my mouth, gripping his hips as I bobbed on his dick.
“Fuck….fuck…fuck.” He whispered pulling back. His moans erratic. He slipped between my lips again and pulled back, taking a step back and jerked himself. “I’m gonna cum.” He whispered
I opened mouth.
“Inside?” He whispered, almost desperately.
I nodded.
He moved even before I finished my nod. His dick slipping back inside my mouth. I sucked hard and he groaned, fucking my face for a couple seconds before jerking. Holding my head. My mouth filled with his mildly bitter, slightly salty viscous texture. Not total unpleasant, but not an everyday delicacy. I held it in my mouth as he groaned and pulled out.
With a smile on my face, I opened my mouth, showing him his own release on my tongue. He gripped himself and moaned, jerking into his hand. I quickly got up and turned, lifted the toilet seat and spit in the toilet.
I’ll only swallow when he deserved it.
Adam stumbled back slightly, gasping as he held himself. I grabbed some toilet paper, turned and covered his dick with it as I stood next to him. Our eyes meeting as I wiped him from the rest of his essence.
“Blaise…I’m Adam.”
I laughed. “I know who you are.”
He chuckled. “Are you a groupie?”
“You wish.”
“Have a boyfriend?”
I blinked. “It was that good huh?” I released his dick.
“I’m open for discussions.” He replied.
My mouth dropped open. I laughed and took a step back, dropping the toilet paper in the trash. Adam tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up and buttoned.
“I didn’t take you for a nice sentimental boy.”
He cocked his hide to the side. “What…you think i’ll just let you go and suck somebody else off like that?”
I stopped and stared at him surprised by his reaction.
He laughed his eyes twinkling. To mu surprise he reached over and smoothed my head. “Blaise sweetheart, you basically just proposed to me.” He cupped my face and leaned in real close. His hands and eyes held me with the same confidence i’d seen earlier on the ice. “I do.” He grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He blew me a kiss.