#ebcatt

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The collar was thin and blue and completely incongruent sitting on the shelf in his locker. It had a small little silver bell on it. When he picked it up and turned it over, he found a name tag that said Kitty Cat on one side, and Kraken Hockey Team on the other.

Berkly couldn’t help his little bark of laughter after reading it, and the snickers around the locker room told him some of the others had been watching for his reaction. “You guys are ridiculous,” he said loudly and at nobody in particular. Based on the kitty milk incident, it was probably Matty and Joey who had orchestrated it, though.

He reached up to fasten the collar around his throat, since it was clearly big enough for him to do so. It was surprisingly soft on the inside, and he turned around with a shit eating grin to face the rest of the room, giving a little shoulder shimmy as he did so to make the bell jingle.

More laughter bounced between the guys, followed by a few—pun intended—cat calls. “Looking good, kitten!” “Make it jingle for us!” “Where’s your kitty milk?”

Berkly rolled his eyes and ribbed a few of them back, even as he sat down to start pulling on his under gear. Or at least, he reached for his compression socks, but paused when a shadow fell over him. When he looked up he found Ebs standing over him, his mouth twisted slightly in amusement. Jordan wasn’t a particularly expressive man, but not in the slightly intimidating way that Adam was. Just quiet, calm, intent. A real role model, or so Berkly had always thought. Other than that faint quirk to his mouth, Jordan’s face gave nothing else away.

Tongue drying up the way it always did when he was too close to his captain, Berkly opened his mouth to stay something.

Jordan beat him to it. “Cute,” he said, quiet enough only the closest guys probably would have heard. Judging by the increase in noise around them though, they’d gone back to their conversations.

“Uh,” Berkly managed.

And then Jordan lifted his hand and slid it under Berkly’s jaw. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to figure out what was happening, his brain was short circuiting so badly.

But Jordan. His captain. His childhood hero. The hockey god Berkly had spent so long emulating. Was scratching him under his jaw like he was a cat. His fingers moved rhythmically, softly, his nails short and blunt, his skin so warm and calloused and good and-

Berkly didn’t realize his eyes had closed until Jordan was laughing at him and he had to snap them open again. Jordan’s smile was bigger now, eyes creased gently with it. “You really are a cat,” he said, moving to scratch up behind Berkly’s right ear. “You look blissed out, kitten.”

The name wasn’t so funny and ridiculous coming from Jordan’s mouth. From the guys it was eye-rolling. From his captain? Berkly’s tongue felt glued to the bottom of his mouth and his breath was coming in short pants. Worse, his cheeks felt so incredibly hot, and he knew how badly his blushes showed. He probably looked like a tomato.

He wanted to thank Jordan for some weird reason, but his slack lips refused to even attempt to form words. Instead he just leaned into his captain’s touch, eyes falling into slits.

Jordan laughed again and ruffled Berkly’s hair. “Be cuter if you could purr. C’mon, change out or you’ll be last out on the ice, kitten.” And with that he turned and went back to his own locker.

Without his touch Berkly felt adrift and he swayed where he sat, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. Was he…a quick glance down showed him he was in fact half hard. Fuck. Had that awoken something in him? He hoped not. That was humiliating.

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Shifting his position, Jordan reached for the remote to turn the TV off. This task was made considerably more difficult by the utter deadweight in his lap that he had to hold close to his chest to keep from jostling.

Not that he’d ever complain about having Berkly in his lap, of course.

“Hey, kitten,” he murmured once the room has fallen into silence. Honestly he’d barely been watching the last hour of the show, mind drifting softly and body relaxed.

Berkly made a small noise somewhere around Jordan’s throat, tiny and questioning.

Huffing a laugh, Jordan carded his fingers through Berk’s hair. “Time to get up and go to bed.”

The next sound was a soft, plaintive mewl, clearly displeased.

“Mm, don’t argue with me, kitten,” Jordan warned him lightly, and jostled Berkly’s weight. It made the younger man gasp and Jordan’s own eyes flutter slightly.

There was nothing either of them loved more than cock warming after a long day. It was intimate in a way Jordan wasn’t really sure how to quantify, the way Berkly would go soft and boneless against him, his weight steady, breath coming low and slow as he settled. And of course the low buzz of pleasure that came from being inside his partner. Nothing pressing or urgent about it, no frantic drive towards that familiar peak. As fucking phenomenal as the sex between them was—and holy shit was it ever, so good in fact that Jordan nearly felt like he was sixteen again with how horny he was all the time—the warming wasn’t about pleasure at all.

It was about the connection, the way their bodies slotted together and held. And it never failed to make Berkly all soft eyed and sleepy, his mind drifting as his body sank into the sensations of it. He fell into that yielding place so easily, so quickly any time Jordan took charge of him, like he wanted nothing more than to place himself in Jordan’s hands and go pliant there.

He nuzzled into Jordan’s throat with a slightly more awake noise. But his voice was still soft and dreamy when he asked, “Fuck me?”

“We have practice in the morning,” Jordan reminded him. Then hissed slightly when Berk clenched down on him. He wasn’t fully hard without any movement to get him there, but he could feel his cock twitching from the sudden increase in pressure. “Don’t be a brat.”

Berkly made another noise of complaint. His fingers found Jordan’s shoulders, tangling in his t-shirt and tugging gently.

“Berk.”

“Mmmnn.”

“Kitten.”

Nose trailing up Jordan’s throat, Berkly meowed quietly, something he only did when in this soft and hazy mindset.

“I said no.”

“Mrow?” Berkly asked. Plaintive.

Sighing, Jordan pulled back so that he could take Berkly’s face in his hands. Immediately his partner was pushing into the touch, rubbing his cheek into Jordan’s palms. His eyes were hooded, the blue of them glassy and distant, pink mouth parted so sweetly. If Jordan wanted to he knew he could push Berkly to his knees and slide right in there, rock against Berkly’s tongue until he came, and his partner wouldn’t utter a noise of complaint. He’d welcome it, in fact.

Instead, Jordan slipped his thumb between those plush lips. Immediatley Berkly sealed his mouth around it, tongue flicking gently against the tip.

“We’re going to bed,” Jordan told him. “And I need you to get up now.”

Berkly’s eyes fluttered and he sighed through his nose. “Mmmf,” he said around Jordan’s thumb.

Rolling his eyes, Jordan sighed. “Fine.” He pulled his thumb free and grabbed Berkly around the waist, braced, then carefully stood up from the couch with him. Predictably it made his half-soft cock slip out of Berkly, who gave an unhappy mewl about it. Jordan slapped him gently on the ass. “After practice tomorrow.”

Dull teeth worried at the fabric of Jordan’s shirt as he carried his partner back into the bedroom and attempted to lay him down on the bed. Attempted, because Berkly absolutely refused to unwind himself from around Jordan.

“Some of us are still wearing clothes,” he grunted, slapping Berkly’s thigh this time since he couldn’t get to his ass now. “Let go, I need to get ready for bed.”

Berkly did, but only with some faint grumbling. Clearly Jordan wasn’t devoting enough attention to keeping him entertained if he was feeling this clingy. And bratty, for that matter. He was never bratty. Berkly was probably the sweetest person Jordan had ever been with. Maybe they needed a date night? Or a night for Berkly to spend a few hours being a kitten, no interruptions. They hadn’t done either of those in a while.

When he’d finished stripping and brushed his teeth, Jordan crawled in next to his partner, and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when Berkly immediately grabbed onto him. He had to be mostly asleep by this point, but even unconscious he wanted Jordan close.