I've been adding characters to this piece since February as I worked my way through the Game Changers series! I love how Ilya spent the books clocking every queer hockey player he came across and collecting them like PokĂŠmon! đ
I dressed each character in the colors of the team they were playing for during their respective books! Plus Montreal!Shane+Boston!Ilya and Ottawa!Shane+Ottawa!Ilya versions!
Yesterday was my birthday today, so I finished this as a little gift to myself! I was going to wait until Ilya's birthday to post it, but honestly? Fuck it. Let's take a moment to appreciate Queer Fairy Godmother Ilya Rozanov!
Thank you for all the birthday wishes, and I hope everyone has a wonderful Pride Month!
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I have a grudge against carrot juice. It´s got nothing to do about taste, ive never tried it. It's just that the existence of carrot juice feels inherently wrong.
TLDR: Troy sees Harris working and wants his attention. As always.
Word count: 1936
Rating: Mature
Summer used to be a season of two months of pure lust, secrecy and unrivaled need for Adrian Dela fucking Cruz. That was two years ago. Now, it was waking up too early for Troyâs liking due to Harris forgetting to close the curtains of the farm houseâs master bedroom - of his and Troyâs bedroom. It still felt slightly surreal, mostly because it was, for both Harris and for Troy. Harris couldnât believe heâd snagged Troy fucking Barrett and Troy couldnât believe Harris stayed with him after the stunts he pulled.Â
Like now. Like the mischief that Troyâs head was being awoken by.Â
Click.Â
Troyâs head was on one of the, like, seven fucking pillows on the bed. The fan was whirring. It was a lovely temperature - not Florida beach hot, but not cold enough for the duvet to be over Harris. Courtesy of the perfectly tepid temperature, and Troyâs mission over the past 2 years of being with Harris and aiding him through his body issues, Harris was sat on top of the comfy but thin bed throw in nothing more than some very loose shorts and an open, thin, zip up hoodie.
Troy could eat him up, and he planned too.Â
Click, click. A brief pause of thought, then resumption of clicking and clacking of Harrisâ fingers against the MacBook keyboard - a much deserved upgrade Troy had gifted Harris not long after the pair got together officially.Â
âWhyâre you workingâŚâ Troy grumbled out, attempting to shuffle to stand up but his body was limp from sleep.Â
Harris glanced down at him, snorting. âYour hair is all spiky.âÂ
âDonât change the subjectâŚâ Troy pokes Harrisâ thigh, smiling lazily up at him. Harrisâ heart sped up slightly at Troyâs loving and relaxed smile. It used to be like pulling teeth to get that boy to smile when he joined Ottawa, now his smile (although it was generally a lot more reserved than it was currently) was plastered on at least four billboards deeper in the city.
Harris looked back up at his MacBook. It felt like torture, but he knew he couldnât procrastinate this editting anymore. It was a team Q&A that the Centaurs had recorded before they got set loose for the summer two weeks ago. He really needed to get this video out. Heâd hoped for it to have been out at the beginning of the week. It was now Thursday, and he was mentally cursing the Ottawa managers for signing so many fucking players.Â
âI need to get this done, Troy. People will start to think you lower my performance if I delay this stupid Q&A any longer.â Harris replies, a smile blooming on his face as he feels Troy move his head from the pillow to his thigh.
âFine.â Troy attempts to sound agitated. It fails. That tone hadnât been used by Troy for a long time now, it was unpracticed. Harris had loved it out of him.Â
A few minutes pass, Troy begins to come down to Earth from his deep sleep. His brain wakes up, and his body follows suit. Troy came to the realisation that his head was quite close to Harrisâ crotch.Â
Clack. Click! ⌠Click, click, click.
Troy raised his face from Harrisâ thigh. His eyes fluttered up to Harrisâ own green eyes. Troy had always thought his own eyes were quite grim until the past few years. Funny how Harris had loved that out of him as well. Troy blew hot air towards Harrisâ crotch, âReally? Nothing?â He teases out to Harris.Â
Harris pauses what heâs doing, whatever he was doing, Troy wouldnât be able to understand even if his head was completely clear, and not directing all brain power down to his dick and still waking up. His hands leave his MacBookâs laptop, allowing it to rest back against his knees.Â
âWhatâre you up to?â He inquires. The smirk Troy caught on his lips was louder than words - Harris knew exactly what was going on.Â
Harrisâ hand goes to put the MacBook aside when Troy tuts. âDonât procrastinate.â His words are muffled as he presses a kiss to Harrisâ ample thigh, just below the seam of Harrisâ shorts. Harrisâs left arm falls to Troyâs back, his hand alternating between rubbing his back and his nape to his fingertips dancing in the bottom strands of his hair. Itâd grown out slightly after playoffs ended.
âTroyâŚâ Harris whispers out, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the headboard of their very fucking big bed. He was trying to calm both himself and Troy down. It seemingly wasnât working as Troy sucks the skin into his mouth and presses his teeth onto the skin in a loving variation of threat and a low groan leaves his own lips.
Troy lets the skin leave his mouth with a saliva wet pop! and his eyes lock on Harrisâ.Â
âLaptop.â He grumbles out. He didnât like his plans not going to fruition, and his plans were to completely and utterly distract Harris until he would feel like he was going insane without it.
By the look in Harrisâ eyes as Troy peppers kisses on his thigh, it wouldnât take long.
âOkay, okay.â Harris mumbles, trying to force his lidded eyes a little wider and fighting his body to focus on his work that was way overdue instead of the five foot and nine inches of muscle between his legs. Speaking of which, his mouth was kissing a path to the inside of Harrisâ thigh.
Troy takes a more open mouthed kiss to Harrisâ inner thigh, almost as a reward to Harris for attempting to refocus on his work. If he hadnât been open mouth kissing Harrisâ body, a proud smile wouldâve danced across his face as Troy sees his cock twitch, through the unforgiving and stretchy fabric of Harrisâ shorts, as it plumps with blood.Â
ClackâŚâŚclackâŚclickâŚ
Harris was trying to focus on his work, he really was, knowing he wanted to satisfy Troy and whatever plan he had with him that involved him working and the fact that he really did have to get this stupid video edited.
Harrisâ half hard cock lays heavy against the inside of his left thigh. Whenever Troy took a second to breath, pulling his face away from Harrisâ body, Harris could feel his quickened breath against his dick - thatâs how close his face was to it.
Harrisâ cursor presses on a snippet of the Q&A, inserting a text bubble and beginning to type out the question on the card that Wyatt Hayes was currently reading from when he felt Troyâs hot mouth wrap itself around the head of his somewhat firm cock, that was now quickly stiffening in his mouth, through the fabric of his shorts.Â
âTroy, you canât expect me to be able to focus like thisâŚâ
Troyâs blue eyes lock with Harrisâ own green eyes, and god, did Troy look fantastic. His mouth licking and suckling at the tip of Harrisâ cock through the fabric, smiling softly; his hair was unkempt - his crown had hair sticking up from sleep and the front of his hair was all rustled.Â
Troy rarely looked this relaxed, this beautiful. He often looked sexy, and attractive, but rarely beautiful.
Harrisâ hand falls from the touchpad of his laptop to Troyâs hair. If it was already messed up, why not ruin it further?Â
His fingers card through the dark brown of his moderately thick hair. âShit, TroyâŚâÂ
With that encouragement, Troyâs lips unpuckered from Harrisâ tip through the shorts, âTortureâŚâ, to Harrisâ disappointment. Troyâs nose brushes Harrisâ thigh as his teeth pull down at the hem of the stretchy shorts. âAh.â Harris mutters in understanding. He pushes the shorts down, helping Troy.Â
âHappy?â He inquires, getting met with a happy nod and quick inhale.
âCommando?â Troy blows out the air in his nose.Â
âItâs warm, for fucking once.âÂ
âAh.â One of the many things Troy had picked up from Harris over the past year and a halfâŚ
Troyâs eyes lock with Harrisâ as his mouth lowers onto the tip of his cock yet again. It was already slightly wet from his suckling at it through his shorts a moment earlier.Â
âBetter..â Harris says to the quiet room, his laptop forgotten on his knees.Â
Troy had never been bad at sucking dick, at all, but heâd gotten a lot better over the past year and a half and heâd learnt exactly how Harris liked it. Slightly sloppy and deep. Troy spat a bit of saliva onto the tip of Harrisâ dick and then carried it down his length with his tongue until he fit all of him into his mouth, Harrisâ cock just nudging at the back of his mouth.Â
The nice thing with Harris was that he didnât have too much so that it was overwhelming but he had enough (and an amazing understanding of what to do with it) that he still made Troy feel full and satiated.Â
âTroyyy, shit, budâŚâÂ
And he was more than vocal enough to make Troyâs ego inflate like fuck.Â
Harrisâ hand grabs at the ends of Troyâs hair slightly, probably accidentally, probably out of habit and satisfaction. There goes Troyâs ego. Again.
âFuck, bud, yeahâŚâ Harris groans as Troyâs cheeks hollow out around him. Harrisâ head hits the backboard of the bed, yet again, but his eyes never leave Troy. He loved to admire Troy in this state, beautiful and affectionate. âMhm, like thatâŚâ If his words would encourage him to continue, Harris would sing his praises until the sun burnt up.
Troy looks up at Harris through his dark eyelashes and winks slightly at him. He knew Harris was infatuated with his eyes. He didnât personally understand the hype, but he was more than happy to let Harris dote on him. That was half the point of why he was sucking him off currently. Also for the fact that he found a weird satisfaction from being able to bring Harris âI love my jobâ Drover away from his work that made his ego soar through the roof.
Harrisâ hips jolted up. Troy paid the bucking no mind and snaked his hand under Harrisâ leg and his middle finger traces up his perineum until it finds his sac by pure muscle memory as his eyes stay stuck on Harrisâ and the beauty of his fucked out face.Â
Harris groans out again, loudly, of course. It was a blessing that the farm house was quite isolated from their neighbours.
Troyâs nose hits Harrisâ pubis repeatedly as his mouth moves on him, his tongue becoming painted with Harrisâ pre-come. Harris was never particularly slow to come, especially not with Troyâs mouth around him. That boy and his mouth infatuated Harris.Â
Harris grabs Troyâs hair particularly harshly. âShit, fuck, bud, gonna come in a second, shhâshit!âÂ
Harris warned him, but he knew Troy was unlikely to pull himself off by his own accord and that would go against Harrisâ plans. He wanted to ruin that fucking beautiful hair. He pushes Troyâs head off him, much to his upset.
âHey!â He complains before his mouth falls open with surprise as Harrisâ come stripes into his hair and on his forehead.Â
âIâ..â Troy grumbles at Harris. âI wanted thatâŚâ He mutters.
Harris grabs his chin with his left hand and uses his right hand to pat his now half hard dick against Troyâs sculpted cheek, âWhy? Does that taste of apples too?â he teases.Â
âI wouldnât be surprised.âÂ
Harris smiles down at him. âThatâŚwas a pretty good distraction.â
âReturn the favour?â
âMhm.â
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