#sorta not really

You've been pulling away from him and he knows why. He knows why you've picked him. He knows they look alike, he knows you've picked someone he can't just pressure. It'd ruin his image and damage his team's respect if he caused problems from nothing.

He's forced to watch it progress, forced to watch you get closer by the day. Forced to watch him getting handsy with you, resting his hand on the small of your back when you walk with him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you're close. Sliding his fucking hand up your shirt, rubbing clear circles against your skin. Where Quinn should be. Where he should be touching. Instead of watching his borderline clone get you instead.

He watches as you start arriving and leaving together - he knows you see him watching from his own car. He knows you're smart enough to also have his routine down, knowing when you can strike and hurt him.

Watches the first time you strip in the car, the way he undresses you, the pathetic way he paws at you like he deserves you, deserves to see you naked. Watches as you strip him, how desperate you are for his subpar cock. His own hand wrapped around himself when he watches your head bow down, knowing exactly what you're doing. The way Victor's head flies back into the headrest painting the full picture for him.

He knows he should be ashamed of himself for watching, ashamed of himself for not acting, but he's stuck. He doesn't want to give you what he knows you want from this, he doesn't want to seem weak.

Not even when your behaviour escalates, not even when he watches you sink down on his cock, riding him exactly like you used to ride him. He can't stop himself from leaving his own car, walking over to watch you through Victor's car window. Hard at the way your eyes widen in shock when you spot him standing there, almost face to face with the window. The panicked look in your eyes when you check that Victor can't see, alarmed at how brazen he's being.

He knows you've grown attached. He knows you've started to actually care about the man outside of your plan. He'd laugh if he could when he pulls his phone out, making a big deal of recording you. His phone steady as Victor grips your hips, forcing you down on him further. He wants you to cum when you look at him. He wants to strip the satisfaction away from you.

The realisation of the trouble you could get him in hitting hard as he plays back the video through the window, smirking manically at you as he finally has a leg up on you, an advantage, a way of bringing you back to him. Holding eye contact while he walks backwards away from the car, heading into practice.

The guilt eating you alive when you climb off his lap, having to look into his eyes, the innocent puppy dog look on his face now summoning a sharp sting of pain and regret, making your excuses for leaving, needing to escape from both of them.

You'd be on edge constantly, pulling back from both of them. Too afraid of the consequences, too afraid of what Quinn could do. He pulls him aside more in practice, getting closer than he ever was. He takes him out for 'welcoming' dinners, he stays behind to give him longer personal lessons, abusing how much he wants to learn from him.

The wait is exhausting. You'd rather have him do something. Do anything. If he wants to cause the damage, then he should. Anything's better than dragging this out, involving him even more in his personal life. You know he's trying to build up the hurt, punishing you for using him of all people. He wants you hurt for starting all of this. He wants Victor so hurt that he leaves the team, he wants the threat gone.

You wouldn't know that he's been threatened for a while, wouldn't realise that his play doing downhill was crafted, getting in his head every single time he's on the ice with Quinn. Knowing that any mistake could make him pull the trigger. His frustration excused by being the captain - he's just doing his job after all. It's nothing personal to anyone else on the team or management.

Wouldn't know how Quinn texts Victor the video every single morning before practice and games, a constant reminder. It's not like he can block his captain's number.

Wouldn't notice how he pulls away from your touches when you're forced together, the way Quinn watches him now when he even breathes near you.

Leaving you alone and wanting. You pulled away from Quinn. Now Victor's pulling away from you. He wants to know that you have nothing and need him exclusively. He wants to hear you cry in frustration from how horny you'd be after a while. He wants his name to be the one that leaves you lips while you try and get off, picturing you squirming around on your bed begging for his cock.

But he has no intentions of giving you anything quick. You don't deserve it for being a whore. A whore for someone who wasn't him. He'll wait out the whole fucking season.