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Zhenya growled as he slammed into the locker room after the game, loud enough one of the rookies yelped and dropped his skates on his own foot (thankfully with the guards firmly on). Most of the team immediately cheered, roasting the poor kid for his clumsiness, but Zhenya was too pissed. That game had been bullshit. He said as much.

"Yeah, yeah," Tanger scoffed, toweling at his face and hair. "Save it for the ice, Bully."

Zhenya glared at him, bearing his teeth. "Maybe you save for ice. Not turn over in neutral zone so much, then we not have to skate 200 feet every shift! 400! If want chance to maybe score. Get back into offensive zone!"

"Hey!" Tanger snapped, "Maybe if you back checked better, then you wouldn't have to go all the way to the goal line to retrieve the puck!"

"Oh– Kay! Cool it, boys," Sidney said, stepping up between the two of them, hands out, gently urging them both back to their stalls without actually touching either of them. Zhenya glanced down, prepared to start snarling at Sid instead, but came up short. Sid was only wearing one sock.

"He started it!" Tanger yelled, and Zhenya opened his mouth, re-incensed, but Sid's hand connected with his shoulder, grounding him as he stared Tanger down.

"I don't care. Can it, and hit the showers. I'll talk to you tomorrow after you've cooled off. G? With me."

Zhenya opened his mouth to protest, but the look of steadfast patience Sid shot him had his jaw snapping shut, and he just nodded, clomping after Sid as he led the way down the hall.

Once they were far enough away from the room that the din of two dozen professional athletes was… still audible, but muffled, Sid heaved a breath and asked, "Alright, talk to me. What was that about? You get angry, but I've never seen you try to take it out on a teammate like that."

Zhenya winced, looking out across the hallway. There was a chip in the paint on one of the far cinderblocks, or had been, it was painted over now, an irregular box with straight edges dug into the rubbery plastic. Zhenya wondered if it was PPG brand.

He shrugged.

"Not good enough," Sid said, firm but calm.

Zhenya grit his teeth, pulled his lips back, ready to pick a fight with Sid instead, but.. That wouldn't solve anything, any more than picking a fight with Tanger would have. He let out the breath, shoulders slumping. "It stupid. Shouldn't matter."

"Uh huh, that's exactly why it had you ready to rip your other A's throat out. Come on. I don't care if it's dumb, tell me." Sid watched Zhenya with those big, understanding eyes. "I can't fix it if you don't tell me."

Zhenya sighed. "Hawks goon say something," he grumbled.

"What did he say?" Sid asked.

Zhenya rolled his eyes. "He say Penguins buy last cup. Refs always suck our dick."

Sid's eyebrows flew up and his nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath. But as quickly as the anger welled up, he let it go. Zhenya was always baffled how Sid did that. He clearly had the same volatile emotions the rest of them did, he got angry on the bench, yelled at the refs just as much as any of the rest of them, but off the ice he was so focused. Although, if Zhenya was being honest, once the puck was dropped, he was focused on the ice too. "Well, how about you show him what it's like to really suck our dicks?" Sid bit out. So maybe Sid had a certain viciousness off the ice too.

Zhenya grinned. "Yes."

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The way the winner's room worked was simple: after every game, the losing team had thirty minutes to send a player into the winner's room to await a player from the winning team, and anything the winning player wanted to do or ask for, the losing player had to acquiesce. There were rules, no permanent marks, nothing that could prevent the player from appearing in their next practice, that sort of thing.

Most teams had a rotation or a raffle system to decide who had to go if the winning team didn't pick someone outright.

The only thing that could overrule a winning team's pick was if someone volunteered, but only a complete fool would volunteer to take winner's room when the winning player was geared up to take a pound of flesh from their chosen loser.

So it was with no small amount of shock that Zhenya charged into the Winner's room after his shower to find not the shitstain he'd requested, and instead.

"Flower?!"

"Hey Geno!" Flower said, grinning and waving happily.

Zhenya blinked, confused. "Why you here?"

Flower laughed, scruffing the back of his neck. "Well… I know I didn't play tonight, but.. While I was in Vegas, Sid would usually take winner's room whenever we played each other, and we'd hang out for an hour. In person, you know?"

Zhenya blinked. Again.

"Guess the trade's still throwing us all for a loop, eh?" Flower said, shrugging, looking away at the far wall–, and. No, that was unacceptable. Zhenya tossed aside whatever half-baked, angry plans he'd been fermenting through his shower and charged across the room to wrap Flower up in his arms.

"That… Flower, is such bullshit. You best goalie. And I'm not just say that! Whole league know! You win Vezina," Geno said grinning into Flower's neck.

Flower laughed, and if it sounded a little bittersweet, Zhenya wasn't about to call him on it. "Yeah, I did, didn't I?" When he moved to pull back, Zhenya held on tighter. "Uh, gonna let me up, Bud?"

"No," Zhenya said, smile turning a little mischievous as he turned his face towards Flower. He bussed a sloppy kiss to the apple of his cheek, just to hear Flower squawk.

"Ack! Gross! G!! And they call me juvenile!"

Zhenya just laughed, grappling harder as Flower started to squirm away, the two of them stumbling around the room a little until Flower's heel caught on the edge of the bed and they started to topple towards the floor.

Only quick reflexes and years of honing their bodies prevented them from hitting the linoleum tile and instead sent them to land on the sterile bed and its white sheets instead.

While Zhenya whuffed at the impact, Flower rolled them with surprising grace.

Zhenya always managed to forget just how strong he was under all those pads. "Skinny bastard!" he yelled as Flower yanked his shirt over his head. Not off, just… over his face and arms. He flailed, trying to get free and rock Flower off of him in the same move, but Flower just rolled his hips, riding Zhenya's moves like he was just a bucking bronco. "Not know you– Cowboy!" Zhenya coughed, finally yanking his shirt the rest of the way off. His hair was going to be a disaster.

When he glared up at Flower, sitting on him, flushed and grinning. Happy in a way… Zhenya couldn't remember having seen him in… too long. Not the delirious joy of a cup win, not the forced cheer of overcoming bad odds, not the frantic happiness of enjoying something you know is temporary. But the uncomplicated, eager joy of a friend.

Zhenya stilled, swallowing as he stared up at Flower.

Flower blinked, sensing the change in Zhenya's mood. "G?"

Zhenya reached up, cupped Flower's face, rubbed his thumb over one of those improbably sharp cheekbones, brushed the corner of his thin lips.

Flower swallowed. "Yeah?" he asked.

Zhenya nodded. "Yeah. If you want."

Flower grinned, leaned down, and kissed him.

Zhenya sighed into it, eyes closing as he pressed up. It was practiced, impatient but not demanding, and took a moment for the two of them to align just right, but then Zhenya's tongue was between Flower's lips, and Flower was groaning, thighs tightening on Zhenya's waist.

Zhenya grunted, pushed up, rolling them over, only for Flower to roll with him, all the way over until he was on top again. "Flower!" he protested.

Flower laughed, pushing himself upright with a hand in the center of Zhenya's chest. "What? I thought you wanted it cowgirl style. Or maybe reverse cowgirl?" he asked, twisting at the waist until his shoulders were half-turned away, and glancing over his shoulder. It made his nose look extra pointed, and scrunched up his shoulder and neck in a thoroughly unflattering way.

Zhenya felt his eyes glaze over at the mental image just the same.

Flower's eyebrows shot up, then danced, waggling with excitement as he rocked his ass down onto Zhenya's hardening cock. "Oh, you like that idea, eh? We should definitely do that then!"

Zhenya groaned, rubbing a palm up his own face and flopping back against the bed. There was no way Flower would ever let him live this down. "You just want see my legs while I fuck you. Not know you have foot fetish, Flower. Gross!"

Flower snorted – which, fair. It wasn't his best comeback – and leaned across the bed to one of the nightstands where they kept condoms and lube. "So, you wanna get me ready? Or should I do it myself?" Flower asked, with another waggling dance of eyebrows.

Zhenya just huffed, grabbing Flower's hips to hold him in place so he could scoot them up the bed so he could at least plant his feet against the mattress for better leverage.

"Yahooo!" Flower said, waving the condom overhead and rocking with the motions. "Ride 'em cowboy!"

"Always know you bigger dork than Sid," Zhenya scoffed, reaching for the elastic waistband of the disgusting, red sweatpants with that ugly logo on the hip. "Why you not naked? Can't get you ready if you have clothes on."

"Sid's a bigger dork than both of us put together," Flower chirped, yanking his shirt obediently – semi-obediently – over his head and tossing it to the side before reaching for Zhenya's own elastic waistband. He whistled as Zhenya lifted his hips and his cock was exposed. "Shit, G. I knew you were packing heat, but I didn't realize you were a grower too."

Zhenya blinked, taking a moment to parse that and translate it from 'Flower' to plain English then to a language he actually understood. Then he smirked, puffing out his chest a little, reaching down to hold himself up for Flower's perusal. "Yeah? You like?" he asked, squeezing himself a little, base to tip to milk out a first drop of precum, rubbed his thumb over the wet head. "Can suck if you want."

Flower laughed outright at that, and Zhenya rolled his eyes, glaring. "Sorry, sorry. No, I'm not against that at all. You've got a great dick, G. I'm totally down to suck you off if you want, just… you sounded just like this one porno my wife likes. Same accent, same… cadence? Don't know the English word."

Zhenya just snorted. "You think I do?"

Flower shrugged "Okay, fair. But anyways, you didn't answer my question, you want me to suck you off? Or we still on for a pony-ride? You are hung like a horse."

"Jesus, Flower!" Zhenya said, laughing. "You terrible. Turn around. Then not have to look at awful face. Awful jokes bad enough."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you! I like my face too!" Flower said, cooing.

Zhenya spluttered. "I just say it stupid!"

"Yeah, which you wouldn't say unless you really thought it was great! I'm onto you."

Zhenya groaned, thumping his head back against the pillows. Once, twice. Then he grabbed at them, stacking two together so he could prop himself up at least a little and better admire the view that was plopping itself down in his lap, because it was a view.

Flower's long, muscular back, broad shoulders, cheeky grin thrown over one of them. Zhenya ran his hands down that back and over Flower's sides to cup his hips, push him forward just enough that Zhenya's cockhead could rest right against his puckered entrance, could press himself to that dry heat, rub the precum around a little. He couldn't fit, didn't want to try without lube and patience and a condom, but the sight of his bare dick pressed gently to that tight furl. Zhenya swallowed.

Flower let out a groan, almost more sigh than anything else, and his hole fluttered against the head of Zhenya's cock, practically mouthing at the tip of it. "You wanna get this party started?" he asked, low and throaty, and there was no way that voice wasn't straight out of porn too, but Zhenya just pushed his cock down, rubbing over Flower's taint, so he could press his thumb to Flower's entrance instead, pull him open, just enough to see where he was body red and sensitive.

"Yeah, Flower," Zhenya growled, "Gonna fuck you, good. Want me make you beg?" Flower's wife wasn't the only one watching that porno, after all. Zhenya didn't know exactly what kind of flick it was, but he could make a pretty good guess.

From the way Flower hissed out a breathy laugh, he was at least close enough. "Shit… I'm not very good at that."

"Is okay. I show you how," Zhenya said, grinning smugly up at Flower's pink cheeks as he finally reached for the lube.

"Fuck me. Come on, G. Get me ready already."

Zhenya laughed, feeling more than a little smugly proud of himself, and out of nowhere it occurred to him. He wasn't angry anymore. Hadn't been since he'd walked into this room and seen Flower sitting on the bed with that puckish grin of his. Zhenya had to blink the blurriness out of his eyes quickly to see where his first two fingers were sliding into Flower's ass.

"Okay?" Flower asked, quiet enough Zhenya could pretend he hadn't heard.

"Yeah. Something in contact," He lied.

Flower's face where he was still looking over his shoulder went soft, but only for a moment before that usual witful glint returned. "I thought you were gonna make me beg."

Zhenya snorted, shoved his fingers in deeper, maybe a little too quickly. Flower yelped, but before he could voice any further protests, Zhenya crooked his fingers, twisted them. "We just getting started."

"Oh yeah? Fuck, Geno. Little too- oh, shit yeah, perfect," Flower groaned, rocking back onto Zhenya's fingers.

Zhenya kept his touch a little slower, a grinding stretch more than a thrust. That would feel so good on his cock. He licked his lips, teasing a third finger. "You want more?" he asked, more breathless than he would've liked, but from the way Flower dropped his head between his shoulders, it was working for him anyways.

"Yeah, G. You're– really good at that. Shit. Come on. Sooner you get me ready, sooner I can ride you, right?" Flower said, those long, corded thighs of his holding perfectly steady as he fucked himself on Zhenya's hand.

"That not begging~" Zhenya said, as sing-song as he could manage with his neglected dick bobbing between Flower's wet thighs. He squeezed a handful of Flower's ass with his freehand, considered reaching for it, but apparently, Flower had the same thought, because he was reaching between his legs, cupping Zhenya's dick and stroking it, just a little too tight, which was exactly how Zhenya liked it. "Fuck."

"Should I say 'please'? I could. Please? Geno? Want you to get me open. Fuck me out. Let me ride you until we both come." Flower said, and even if the words should have been begging, the tone wasn't anything like a plea. It was mocking, not quite arrogant, playful and enticing, and it made Zhenya moan.

"Fuck! Flower!" He huffed, bucking up into the grip Flower had on him as he clumsily pushed a third finger home, had to stretch Flower. "You so– bad!"

Flower laughed, half yelping, entirely breathless. "Sorry. I told you begging wasn't my forte."

Zhenya groaned. "Keep do anyway," he said, rolling his wrist enough to work the lube on his fingers deeper.

"Yeah? That work for you, Cowboy?" Flower chuckled, stroking Zhenya faster as he kept talking. "Can't wait to get this fat cock in me, you know. It's so pretty. Didn't know a dick could be this pretty."

Zhenya swore, reached out and slapped around the bed until he found the condom with his fingers and thrust it at Flower who fumbled it with shaking hands, but picked it up and got it open easily enough. Zhenya had to close his eyes as Flower rolled the condom down, couldn't watch those clever, dexterous fingers on his dick while his own were buried in the tight, clutching heat of Flower's hole.

"Hey, G." Flower gasped, and Zhenya grunted, picked his head up enough to see Flower looking back over his shoulder again. "Gonna need you to take those fingers out if I'm gonna get this in me."

With a glare that didn't mean anything but 'yes please', Zhenya slid his fingers free, gripping Flower's cheeks with both hands as the other man eased himself down over Zhenya's lap, muscles of his glutes flexing as he moved, slow and easy, steady. Flower may not have an ass like Sid, or even Zhenya himself, but it was still tight and powerful and besides that, it was taking Zhenya's cock. Down, down, all the way to the root in one smooth, inexorable slide.

Zhenya flopped back on the bed panted up at the ceiling as Flower waited, bounced a little, backs of his thighs pressed to Zhenya's hips.

"Shit," Flower breathed, and Zhenya cracked up.

"Shit," he said back, and then Flower was laughing too.

"You're fuckin' huge, man. How does Sid take this thing on the regular?"

Zhenya laughed harder, a little hysterically. "How you know I'm not one taking him?"

Flower paused at that, tilting his head consideringly. He pressed both his hands to Zhenya's knees for leverage as he rocked up, then back down, building a pensive sort of rhythm. It was distracting as fuck. "Are you the one taking him?" he asked.

"No," Zhenya hissed, planting his feet and rocking up to meet Flower's thrusts. "He too greedy. Want my dick so much. You greedy too," he added.

Flower just laughed, breathless and smug, throwing his head back and squeezing Zhenya so. Fucking. Tight.

Zhenya groaned.

"I guess I can see where he's coming from," Flower allowed. "I'd probably ask to get fucked more often too if I had this on tap." he said, patting Zhenya's leg like– like one might pat the neck of the horse they were riding.

"Fucking asshole!" Zhenya snarled, though he couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice as Flower cackled right back, picking up speed.

"Yes, you are fucking my asshole," he said, because Flower really was that kind of dick.

English was getting harder and harder for Zhenya to string together though, so he just muttered darkly in Russian, gripped Flower's hips with both hands and yanked him back onto his cock.

Flower yelped and winced, but not hard. Zhenya slowed down anyways, rolled his hips in a mimickry of the way he'd moved his wrist earlier, trying to match what made Flower gasp and shudder and clench around him before.

It worked. Flower made a noise like whalesong and threw his head back again.

Zhenya licked his lips and admired the view. Flower was covered in sweat now, as much as Zhenya had been at the end of the game. He was flushed over the backs of his shoulders now too. Zhenya wondered how far down his chest that went, how blotchy or red it was. Zhenya scratched his fingernails over Flower's hips, leaving faint lines in their wake. "Touch yourself," Zhenya gasped, once he'd scraped together the english.

Flower nodded, and his arm moved, shoulder started to pump rhythmically, and then his hole fluttered on Zhenya's cock and Zhenya had to bite his lip or he would've shut his eyes and he didn't want to miss a second of this. Miss the way that flush was creeping down the center of Flower's back, the way Flower's chest was inflating and collapsing with every shuddering breath. The way Flower's bracing arm was starting to tremble where it was pressed against Zhenya's good knee.

"You close?" Flower grit out, and Zhenya almost didn't understand, but did. Managed, "Da," and then a choked off groan because Flower had let go of his knee, had reached between Zhenya's legs and started playing with his balls, high and tight and swollen and pulling up, up, oh fuck.

Zhenya's feet slipped a little on the high-thread cotton sheets as he pushed deep into Flower's ass and began to come, filling the condom as his cock pulsed and his heart pounded. He groaned, long and loud and then there was a splash of wetness hitting his leg and Flower was tight, tight, so fucking tight. And the sound Zhenya made was maybe a little bit of a keen, but he arched his back and came even harder riding that cresting wave over another peak before it carried him away into blissful freefall.

They both panted into the quiet, too warm room for several minutes before Flower said, "Okay, I think I get why Sid's so greedy."

A sputtering snort of a laugh burst from Zhenya's chest, and he winced from the way it jostled his softening cock, still half-buried inside Flower.

Flower let out a pained, but satisfied-sounding groan as he lifted up and crawled forward just enough for Zhenya to slip out, then turned around and flopped half on-top of Zhenya.

"Oof," Zhenya protested, mostly for form's sake as he wrapped one arm then the other around Flower's shoulder's tugging him close.

"Should've known you'd be a cuddler. Those long arms."

"You have long arms too," Zhenya pointed out, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, and I'm definitely a cuddle-slut too. This is very much a 'takes-one-to-know-one' situation on our hands here."

Zhenya grunted. That was far too much English for when he was feeling this satisfied.

"Hmm… Y'know, I wouldn't mind another ride if you're up for it," Flower said, and Zhenya's eyes widened.

"Now?" he asked, slightly alarmed.

Flower snorted. "Not now, though… if you could, I'd probably let you just because. Gotta respect that kind of turn around. But… just. Sometime, you know?"

Zhenya hesitated. "Vero?" he asked.

Flower shrugged. "She doesn't care as long as I'm not sleeping with other women. Sid?" he shot back.

Zhenya shrugged, then paused. "He might ask to watch," he admitted.

Flower laughed, bright and loud. "Oh yeah? He'd be into that? What about you?"

Zhenya felt his cheeks heat. "Could do. Maybe," he said, as if it wasn't blatantly obvious.

Flower grinned, that long, narrow, stupid nose of his scrunching up. "Well, next time we're all in the same town, eh? How about it?"

"I ask Sid," Zhenya said, grinning. Then, he reached up and yanked Flower back down. "Now, shh. Still cuddle time."

Flower pressed a beaming kiss to Zhenya's pec. "Yeah, alright. I've gotta be back in time for curfew though."

Zhenya raised an eyebrow at that. "You stay until curfew, I maybe can go again."

"Deal," Flower said, snuggling in. "Then maybe I'll have a little taste of what Sid's missing out on."

Zhenya groaned, planting a hand into Flower's face, just to hear him cackle with delight.