Chapter Eight
Gem
Rolling over in bed, Gem was well aware of who the big body beside him belonged to. Whether he went by Luka or Ty, it didn’t matter. His boy. Gem had finally spent an entire night with his boy. And this was their first morning together.
There was a game later that night that Luka would be playing in.
Since Gem had two games that he would sitting out, he would not be in front of the net that night. It wouldn’t be easy watching his team play without him. And Gem had no one else to blame but himself.
Both the coaches and trainers had warned Gem about hiding injuries. Old habits were hard to break.
At least he did have something else to think about when he should be on the ice. Gem needed to see to his boy’s needs.
Fuck!
Every time that he thought of Luka as his, Gem’s heart sped up and peace filled him. Running a hand down Luka’s back, Gem palmed his ass and gave a little squeeze. Such a gorgeous fucking ass.
“Don’t stop touching me now.”
Gem chuckled. “I wasn’t planning on it.” He squeezed again before bending over. With his other hand, Gem spread Luka’s cheeks apart.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Checking to make sure I wasn’t too hard on you last night.” Gem had tried his best to open Luka properly before taking him hard and fast. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt his sub.
Luka moaned while stuffing his face into the pillow. “You went just the right amount of hard.”
“Of course you would say that,” Gem teased. “You’re probably hoping for a repeat this morning.”
“I am so hoping for a repeat this morning.” Turning his head, Luka smiled at him as Gem lay back down beside him.
While Luka’s hole was slightly red and puffy, it wasn’t worse than expected. “You have a game tonight,” Gem reminded him. Leaning forward, Gem kissed Luka gently. They should have been kissing the entire time.
The masks might have had their place, yet Gem couldn’t complain about not having to hide any longer.
“I do,” Luka said. He lifted his head and winked. “I play better after I get fucked. Remember the game in Seattle?”
“Where you scored on me?” Gem had to press his lips together to stop from smiling.
“I don’t even score that often,” Luka said. “It was a great shot.”
“Oh! You little shit!” Gem smacked Luka’s ass lightly.
Luka groaned as he lifted his ass up.
“I’m not spanking you this morning,” Gem said sternly.
“But I really want you to.” Lowering his hips, Luka humped the bed. “I really want you to.”
“Absolutely not.” Even with the cream that Gem had covered Luka’s ass, lower back, and upper thighs in, he was still going to feel their activities from the night before. If he wasn’t a shifter, Luka would have light marks.
Running his finger down Luka’s crease, Gem circled his hole.
“That…I’ll take that,” Luka said.
“I’m sure you will, greedy boy,” Gem teased. He pressed the tip of his finger against Luka’s hole. Not entering, just playing a little.
“Don’t be mean,” Luka said.
“I’m not being mean. I’m just checking on my boy,” Gem replied.
“You like saying that.”
“I like claiming you as mine. Yes,” Gem agreed. Reaching behind him to the bedside table, Gem yanked open the drawer and fished around for the bottle of lube that he used to jack himself off with.
“I like it too,” Luka said.
Gem snatched the lube before rolling back toward Luka. Kissing Luka gently, Gem encouraged Luka closer as he opened the lid of the lube in his free hand.
Luka sucked on his tongue while throwing his leg over Gem’s hips.
Gem’s ribs pinged with pain, yet he ignored it.
“Did I hurt you?” Luka attempted to pull his leg back, but Gem caught him behind the knee.
“Stay,” Gem ordered.
“Your ribs!” Luka protested.
“Are fine. Keep your leg right there.” Gem poured Lube onto his fingers. “So I can do this.”
Luka kissed him again. “Okay.”
Sliding a finger across Luka’s hole, Gem pressed again.
Luka pushed back, forcing Gem’s finger deeper.
Gem returned to kissing as he plunged his finger in and out. He needed to be careful after last night.
“I’m good,” Luka said against his lips.
“Take another finger,” Gem responded. He added more lube and a second finger.
Luka rubbed his cock against Gem’s as he took Gem’s fingers like a good little bottom.
Making sure Luka was taking two fingers easily, Gem added more lube again and finally a third.
“Please.” Luka peppered kisses along Gem’s jaw, then returned to his mouth.
Gem didn’t rush things. He made certain all three fingers were being taken as smoothly as Luka took his tongue in his mouth.
Ripping his mouth away, Luka whined. “Gem!”
Gem. Had Luka said his name like that, with need and desperation before? It was the best sound that Gem had ever heard.
“I’ve got you, boy.” Gem rolled Luka onto his back while moving between his legs.
Luka’s eyes, half hooded, widened as Gem gave a strong thrust and penetrated Luka with one smooth move.
He drew back, then plunged deep again.
Luka grunted as his back bowed off the bed.
“My boy. My good boy.” Gem rocked his hips.
“More, please more.” Luka clawed at his back, probably leaving marks of his own behind.
Gem gritted his teeth while hammering at Luka’s prostate while Luka’s voice rose. Good. So fucking good. Luka’s hole squeezed Gem’s cock.
“Fuck!” Luka shouted. His cock erupted and he covered them both with his come.
Giving a dozen more thrusts, Gem groaned deep as he filled the condom.
“We’re getting rid of the condoms,” Luka muttered.
Gem collapsed down. “Okay.” Then he started to laugh.
* * * * *
Luka
“I’m going to run these fuckers into the glass all night long,” Luka promised as he glared across the bench to the opposing players from New York.
Tomas snapped his head over. “What? Why?”
“Assholes keep running their mouth,” Luka complained. He was used to the guys from New York being heavy hitters but chirps and cheap shots were adding up quick in Luka’s mind.
Tomas bumped his shoulder. “Keep your head in the game.”
“Yeah.” Luka slammed his stick again. He glanced over to his net where Jamie Lex was skating from side to side. Lexie had been prone to injuries over the last couple of seasons and it appeared that New York was trying to add to the list. Fuckers!
“I mean it. We need a win,” Tomas said.
“If they touch Lexie again, I’m going to take their fucking heads off,” Luka threatened. And could they get this damn faceoff going? What was the holdup?
The ref blew the whistle and they all moved into position.
New York had scored again. With only a minute left in the second period, the teams were tied up. They needed to keep it tied going into the third. Give them time to catch their breaths.
The first period had been all Boston and Luka had felt good about the game. They did need to win if they had any chance of making the playoffs. Not an easy feat when the best goalie wasn’t in front of the ice.
The puck was dropped on ice and it was pure chaos.
Sixty seconds of mayhem.
It was both exhilarating and exhausting.
Luka slammed into the big New York defensemen, who pushed him back. Luka dropped his stick. “Come at me, fucker!”
“Fuck you and your weak-ass goalies!”
“Let’s go!” Luka shook off his gloves. The period horn sounded as Luka lifted his chin to his opponent. He lunged forward, but a ref caught his jersey, holding him back.
The New York defenseman laughed and skated backwards. “Why don’t you bring out your cute little goalie? I’d love to show him how a real man plays hockey.”
Luka roared and lunged again, taking the ref and at least two other people forward with him.
“Calm the fuck down!” Tomas shouted in his ear.
“Come back here!” Luka yelled. “I’ll show you a real fucking man!”
Tomas yanked Luka back hard until they were both on the ice. They rolled until Tomas was holding him face down. “Kotov! Calm the fuck down!”
Luka blew out his breath. His teammate was right. He couldn’t let New York get to him. He knew better. Usually, Luka didn’t even think twice about what New York said. But it was getting to him tonight. Plus, they were always hell on a goalie. What if Gem was on the ice?
And that fucker saying that about Gem! That just pissed him off!
“Better?” Tomas questioned, pounding on his helmet.
“Fine.” Luka didn’t lose his cool like this. And this was only his third game with the team. “Fuck!”
“Let’s get into the locker room,” Tomas said. “I’m sure the Grim Reaper has a few things to say to us.”
Luka groaned. Their head coach was not going to be happy. Luka might find himself sitting out of the game along with Gem.
Tomas helped him up.
There were a few of their teammates skating close but New York had gone to the visitors’ locker room, leaving the ice to their guys.
He received stick slaps and hoots as he passed his guys.
Looking toward the tunnel, Luka nearly slipped on the ice like a damn peewee player when he saw Gem standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Oh shit. Someone pissed Gem off,” Tomas groaned.
Yeah, that would probably have been Luka. Before they separated at the start of the game, Gem had told Luka not to do anything dumb. He wasn’t sure that Gem would think his near fight was justified.
Gem stepped aside as they all made their way off the ice. Luka was sure that he was the last.
“Hey,” Luka said.
Grabbing the front of his jersey, Gem slammed Luka into the wall of the tunnel. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Woah!” Tomas swung around. “Gem!”
“Keep walking, Tomas,” Gem said between clenched teeth.
Tomas’s wide eyes met Luka’s.
Luka gave a small nod. This wasn’t a team thing. This was his Dom losing his fucking mind.
“Okay. I’ll just…go,” Tomas said. “Coach is going to want to talk to Kotov.”
“Got it,” Gem replied. His violet eyes were practically glowing.
“Gem,” Luka said softly.
Gem pulled Luka forward until their faces were inches apart. “Don’t you Gem me. I told you not to do anything stupid. You know New York is wanting you to start fights.”
Luka growled. This was his fucking job. What Luka got paid to do. “I’m protecting my goalie.”