Puck Me, Sweet Captain

LIAM

I lay face down on my bed, watching my crush, my star player and ice king, Kai Anderson playing against the Oregon Wolves. My heart is throbbing. 

What a close game! 

Two powerful giants playing against each other but my eyes aren't focused on anyone other than Kai. He runs at the speed of flash, striking his puck with precision. 

“Woooohhhhhhhhhhh!” I leap up from the bed, shouting into the night, totally forgetting I'm at the hospital and expected to maintain peace and calm. 

My left palm suddenly swipes over my lips while my right shakes the phone in ecstatic fury. The kind that comes when your star player shuts the mouth of the rivals. 

My watch is interrupted by a knock. 

“Who's that?” I grunt. Then remember. What if it's a patient, a nurse or a superior? Calling in an emergency. Yes. It's my rest period but that doesn't hinder anyone calling for an emergency when the other doctors are busy. 

I clear my throat. 

“Come in!” Saying, I've already risen from my bed, walking over to my office. 

Elion walks in, scanning around like in search of someone or something. “What's it?” I growl, clearly pissed. 

He's been the lousy assistant I can't get rid of here at the pack hospital. On internship but wouldn't mind peering into my private and love life. One of the persons who have encouraged me to date Kai Anderson despite knowing how impossible that is. 

“Don't you have something to do? Or rest?” So far as I know, it's also his rest period. 

“You must have been soaked in your crush’s match, so I came to…….” 

“Yeaahhhhhh!” Another scream escapes my mouth before I know. 

“It's another goal, from Kai. It's the third period.”

“Three minutes to the end of the match……” Forgetting I have a companion. 

“And it's…….” My voice lingers into a raised pitch. “......A win for the Arctic Wolves.” It resonates across the room leaving me jubilating in the win until three slow taps send me looking across, recognizing Elion's presence after several minutes I haven't taken notice of. 

“Yeahhh……What's it?” I ask amidst widespread grins. 

An ache of the brow and some twisty movements, his hand on my shoulders. “When will you get to talk to him…..I mean chick him?”

I sigh, walking away to my seat. With a darkened glare, I look at Elion. “How's that possible? Since I began treating athletes at Ellington, he hasn't come to me, not even here.” I sway my hands in frustration. 

“His body is so agile, he barely gets injured.” 

Doctors pray for injuries, but here I'm praying for him, anything that would bring him to me. 

“Besides, do I even know if……he's gay?” 

A minute of silence lingers. Then Lion's eyes grow dull, he looks down. “What's it?” I snap. 

“Look.” He stretches out his phone. An image of Kai and a girl. Background is the Pack’s website. My heart grips. I lean, scanning it. 

“Alpha Anderson of Boston Pack arranges Cerise Leonard, daughter of his best friend for son. Marriage supposedly set for later this year.” 

I collapse to my seat. Phone drops on the table. My breath pulls through in short, heavy gasps. My eyes moistens. 

Oh how I love Kai. It wasn't just a crush but an obsession. I can't let Elion know this, he will joke over it every blessed day of his life, for someone I'll never meet. 

“Guess it's the end of a chapter?” I whisper. He walks over to me. 

“No, not at all. It's only if everything works out well.” 

“And why won't it work out well?” I shout, quickly suppressing my voice, recalling again where I am. 

“Just get out! Get out!!” I rush after him, pushing him out and closing the door behind him. 

I return to my seat, dropping on it like a log of wood. Heat crashes over me. Suddenly, I begin to rub my neck, caressing it. Guess, the sudden news spiked it. 

Frustrated, I pick up my phone, heading back to my bed. Tomorrow, work starts at 8 AM. Maybe I can jerk off for the first time to his hot pics, some wild imaginations. 

But best of it……

Have my first and last sex with him before he marries that girl. 

My only bucket list. 

Then I'll cherish this memory forever. 

I strip right away, laying on my bed, stark naked. I G****e his hottest picture. That of him in Maldives in nothing but gray panties, with his huge bulge curved in front.

I gulp. 

I'd saved this photo for the future, I'd been too disciplined on myself to look into it before I go crazy because I'd definitely. 

My palms curve over my cock, and begin to stroke it gently. Soft breaths begin to pour out. My eyes slightly close, my mind sails slowly up space. An eerie imagination crashes gently over me, of him slowly pulling off his panties, releasing his cock to my view. 

I squirm. 

“Come on, suck me!” I order him. 

The ecstasy that comes from him taking my order and slowly going low, taking my cock and swirling his tongue over it, lifting his eyes at me. 

Fuckkkk. 

My breath edges up. I stand on my toes. He dives in, sucking. Slow at first, gradually thrusting quickly, moaning. I watch his other hand go down, thrusting his cock. 

“Al–ph–aaa.” 

“Faster. Pleaseeee.”

I wanted submission for him but he's turning me madly into submission. 

My finger delves quickly through my hair, scattering it. My head jerks back in a hormonal twitch. 

“Yea–aa–ahhh.” 

“So sweet!” 

“Your first time?” He pauses, utters but I grab his head, jacking to my cock. “No one would come to me if they knew I'm gay…..as an urologist.” 

“Suck!” I bark, drifting him back to the business of the night. 

He fires on. 

This time, he rides like a furious beast, like a machine programmed to drill out all the energy in me. 

My chest tightens. “I'm about to come.” My voice pours in stutters. Kai surges on, three times faster. 

Short but heavy gasps begin. His hands swipes up from his cock to my chest, then to my nipple. He pins it hard. 

“Ahh–hhhh.” I curse. This is the end of me. 

A rush of warm juice splashes through, designing his face. I stutter back in fatigue, dropping on the bed, breathing deep while watching him. 

He flicks a finger over his face, making a sexy wink before taking it towards his lips, licking it. 

“Fuckkkk.” 

My eyes shut. Something slips off my hand crashing with a spiraling sound. I glare. My phone. 

Reality? I'm here alone. A lucid imagination. 

Anger seethes in. 

I refuse to pick it up but drop back to the bed, rushing into a frustrated sleep. How long or what happens after this, I can't tell. 

But I wake to a knock on the door, sleep still heavy on my eyes. Next I hear a familiar voice. Elion. 

“Go in and drag him out, lest he won't attend to you.” 

Whoever is talking with him responds but I can barely hear a word. I lie back, unbothered. Whoever it is would be sensible enough to wait at the office for me to come out. 

“He's already awake.” 

Low whispers follow. Footsteps approaching. I rise, wanting to go to the bathroom, shower and emerge to attend to whoever it is. 

“What kind of doctor would sleep until now?” I hear. A voice I try to recall where I last heard it. But the curtain swipes before I could jump off the bed. 

My wolf leaps up, faster before I can react. 

A pair of familiar eyes drops on me, flashing next on my cock. My jaw drops to the ground. My blood freezes.

“Whaaatttt?” Two voices erupt at once. 

HIM. 

“What are you doing here?”