Chapter 7
It was a rough fifteen minutes, waiting for Jamie to pack an overnight bag. I stood in the family room above the chocolate shop—my fault, he told me I had to come and wait upstairs out of the cold.
His father, Richard Cooper, gave me a firm handshake and immediately started to tell me all the plays he wanted the team to make. He had a lot of ideas, and most of them involved benching the star players to see what the younger players could do, considering the veterans weren’t doing shit.
His mother, Rachel Cooper, on the other hand was sweet, offering to have me over for dinner.
I declined that swiftly, and wished I could’ve stayed because there was an incredible smell coming from the kitchen.
I just wanted to not deal with work right now.
It was kinda the whole reason for me being here—no work—and it was killing me, but not literally.
“So, how much fun is it being in that big stadium?” Rachel asked. “I heard it was owned by Russian billionaires. Do you have a lot of Russians on the team?”
I shrugged. “I don’t deal with the business or scouting,” I said. “I’m just there to coach on defense.”
“You tried going pro, right?” Richard asked, and perfectly timed, Jamie arrived with a large yellow duffle bag, stuffed and stretched out.
“Dad, stop it,” Jamie said. “He’s on vacation. Just search him online if you wanna know.”
I waited until after we left the house to ask him. “You searched me?”
Jamie had a dreamy giggle, one that could put me to sleep with its softness—or at the very least forget the question I’d just asked. “Obviously. You can never be too careful.”
“That’s true, actually,” I said, pulling the strap of the duffle from his shoulder. “I’m carrying this.”
“Oh, okay, well, I’m not gonna stop you.”
It was heavy but soft as it pressed against my ribcage. “You packed all your onesies in here?” I asked him.
There he went again with that giggle. I couldn’t ask him everything, but at least I knew he had a tell. I liked that he’d packed his things, and I was excited to get to play—more so because he had several spankings coming his way, alongside some other funishments.
It was my first vacation in . . . who knows.
There had been so many player evaluations, meetings, interviews, and training.
The off-season was just as busy, if not more-so.
Athletes were always encouraged to take vacations, especially the players who needed the rest for their bodies—I knew all about that , being a failed NHL pro.
I lasted one season on the ice playing for some conference out west I didn’t even want to think about.
But I had to get my head out of my past, because it was needed here, with Jamie, as he told me that he was really happy I wasn’t mad and had come in to see him.
It was refreshing. He was refreshing. There were gay guys on the team . . . and my mind was once more way back twenty years ago when coming out was practically a nail in the coffin of your career. Stop it, Logan. I knew a spiral would be coming on if I wasn’t careful.
“How long do you have left in town?” Jamie asked.
“Well, I arrived yesterday, and I leave in—not including today—five more days.”
Jamie came to a halt, almost making me yank him forward since he was so lightweight. “You’re here for Christmas?”
“Yeah,” I said, forcing a big smile.
“Not with family?”
“Well, I usually spend it alone, or with the team,” I told him.
He stared at me with a puzzled look. “And you’re not doing that this year?” he asked. “And why aren’t you doing that this year?” he continued to question at my silence.
“I’m—I’m having time to myself,” I said, and as soon as it came out, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to say.
But he giggled harder than before, snorting with laughter. “You’re doing a really bad job of it,” he said between laughs. “I mean, like, a really bad job at it. Because I’m quite literally with you, meaning you’re not alone.”
I pulled him into my arms, and as we stood under a streetlight, a breeze of chunky snowflakes came down and landed on our faces. I pressed my face against his, letting the cool of the snow melt between the heat of our attraction.
We didn’t waste a single second once we were in the hotel suite. Jamie had started unzipping the moment we were in the elevator, but I couldn’t. I was keeping all my secrets inside my coat, and I knew the moment I opened it up, they’d fall out.
“I love the view from this place,” Jamie said, bouncing out of his snow boots and hopping over to the large window. I had a pretty decent view since the resort was on a hill. It overlooked most of the town, including the large ornate Christmas tree in the center.
I unzipped my coat and made sure everything was still in the inside pockets.
I had the entire tray of chocolates left that he’d given me slotted into my left side—I didn’t know if they’d all melted by now, but there was no way I’d been able to eat them all.
And in the right-hand side, there were peppermint candy canes of varying thickness.
I pulled them out carefully, making sure they weren’t broken.
Jamie was still occupied with the view and the teddy he’d brought with him.
I noticed a trail of clothes from the duffle bag, as if he’d had a fight with it.
“You really want spanks, don’t you?” I asked.
He turned and giggled, and then turned fully seeing the candy canes in my hand. “Ooh what are they?” In his tight white briefs, I could practically see his skin beneath, and the exact spot I wanted to give him that spank.
“Those are your surprise.”
“I love candy canes,” he said. “Peppermint?”
“Of course.”
He reached out and I pulled my hand away. “Oh no, not for you right now. They’re for you, on the bed.”
“What do you—”
Giving a single nod, Jamie marched himself over to the bed.
“And clean up your mess. Or else.” I didn’t think that would work, but it did.
He stuffed all his things back inside the bag and then jumped onto the bed, his ass in the air, wiggling it around for me.
“Don’t you dare get any more undressed than you are,” I told him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said in a soft voice that sent a trill of shivers through me.
I undressed slowly, teasing him. It was one of the funishments, I suppose.
It reminded me of how we’d punish the guys on the ice, not physically, but there was definitely a certain level of hazing and pucks flying.
I wished I had one of the practice sticks with me so I could use it as a makeshift paddle.
I didn’t want to ruin my hands, even if I enjoyed seeing the print revealed on his cheeks.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked in a whine.
“I need a shower before I do anything,” I told him.
He perked up, sliding around on the bed to sit. “With me?”
“If you’re done splaying yourself out on the bed like a peacock, yes.”
He giggled. “I wanna shower with you.”
The hotel shower was spacious enough for at least four men, and my mind might’ve gone to a place where I’d liked to have seen that.
It was nice to be this intimate with Jamie, washing him and him washing me, although we both knew things were about to get very sticky and sweaty in the bedroom, and we’d be back in here cleaning ourselves off again.
Drying him with the fluffy towels, I got to comb his curly red hair, and he shook it like he was a dog getting the water out. It was endearing. We dried off and I carried him to the bed where he’d left his teddy—and the false bottom was already unlatched.
“What’s in there?” I asked, laying him on the bed, but he didn’t want to unlatch himself, thrusting his hips and chubbed cock at my waistline. “Lie down, or no reward.”
He whined, letting go of me. “Only for the reward.”
“See, you can be a good boy. I knew it.” I winked at him and grabbed the teddy. Sticking my fingers inside, there was a softness—somewhat silicone, and slick, with dots and textures. “A fleshlight.”
“It’s my teddy,” he said, pouting. “I love him.”
“I didn’t realize there was going to be a third joining us.”
Jamie reached out for the teddy. “I promise he’ll be quiet.”
I knew that was right. I handed him the teddy and rolled him over. “Let me get a grip of this meat,” I said, and placed my hand on his ass with a big squeeze. “Mhm, that’s nice and thick.”
“You think?” he asked, doing a butt squeeze of his own. “I’ve been doing squats, but not sure if they’re working.”
Trialing my hand down, I tickled his inner thigh enough for him to wince and pull them together, trapping the tip of his cock between them.
I licked the tip of my finger and placed it on top of his tip, gently rubbing it with a swirl of my finger down his head.
He whimpered, pulling his feet up like they were a line of defense trying to stop me from filling his body with just a tip of pleasure.
“That feels so good,” he let out.
“Consider that a reward, then, but you still need punishing.”
His face went from relaxed to excited with a flash of expression, and he bit his lip and nodded.
One spank came for the snowball, another for the surprise introduction to his mom, and then two more.
I liked to make sure they were the right shade of red—not quite the same as his hair, but nice enough.
And they had to be even, of course. With the way I’d spanked him, palm close to his hole with my fingers out, on both cheeks, it made his asshole look like I’d made one of those turkey hand paintings—on both cheeks.
Jamie wiggled his ass as I admired my work like it was a painting. “What do I get now?”
“Mhm, where are your manners?” I asked. “You want another spank—or two?”
Pouting, his voice turned into a rasp. “What do I get now, Daddy?”
“A reward,” I said. I grabbed the candy canes and set them beside him on the bed. “Suck it.” My dick chubbed as it seemed to hypnotize Jamie like it was a grandfather clock.
“Which one?”
I handed him the thinnest candy cane. “This one, unless you think your mouth can go bigger?” I asked. “And no biting it. Understood?”
Although that wasn’t the hole I was concerned about. I was just letting him get a taste, and lubricating it up for me. As he sucked on the candy cane, I was between his legs, parting his ass to reveal the soon to be sweet peppermint-candy-cane hole.