Locker Room Lovers

I can’t believe I’m here again. Waiting outside a locker room for a crumb of sweaty attention isn’t how I thought I’d ever choose to be spending my Friday nights again… Yet, here we are.

I definitely didn’t miss this part of dating a hockey player. I mean, not that Jack and I are dating.

I don’t really know what we are. Either way, it’s nothing like things were with Alex… the four years we spent together were definitely a relationship - but there was always still a bit of a distance there I could never really explain. Things with Jack are more casual. Just a bit of fun… and fun competition when I come down to watch his games, since he’s Alex’s teammate.

“Watch it- I told you I’d—”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Even just hearing Alex on the other side of the door spikes my adrenaline a little… he’s always had that effect on me, even now, all these years later.

And Alex took it pretty well, I guess, when he first saw Jack and me together… but since their coach changed the lines and they’re playing together more closely, things have been more… heated.

But the way they played tonight was electric and the chemistry between them led to a winning goal with just a few seconds left on the clock. (brief pause) It was exactly what the whole team needed, and it was good to see everyone in such high spirits as they came off the ice.

Even though that’s probably why post game is taking so long. I know the whole locker room really gets into it after a game like tonight's.

But it’s got to be almost empty in there now. Most of the guys have gone, some eager to get home to their wives, and others ready to go out and celebrate their win. Maybe I even got lucky, and Alex snuck out in the last two minutes while I was scrolling on my phone…

Not likely, but a girl can dream. Hopefully Jack won’t be too much longer… I hate waiting, and this has felt longer than usual.

I wonder what’s going on in there.

Primary Narrator changes to Jack.

“But coach did say I could learn a thing or two.”

I shouldn’t respond. I know I shouldn’t, but the hairs on the back of my neck rise with my adrenaline. We’ve only just finished a game and all that pent up tension is still right there. But I’ll be the bigger man tonight. Whatever’s gotten into him is not my problem.

“It’s just, if I’d insisted on special order gloves and custom moulded skates before I’d ice with the team who paid a fortune for me, I think I’d be a little gentler with it, that’s all”

The fragile leash of my self control snaps. Even though I know I’ll regret this, I can’t stop myself.

“And if the captain badge on my chest was still as shiny and new as yours, I think I’d be a little more of a fucking man.”

“Unless I didn’t want to keep it. Especially now there’s someone more suited to it in the locker room now.”

It’s childish and I’m above it, but I can’t stop myself tonight. I puff up my bare chest, lightly tapping the space where a captain’s C would sit on my jersey as I bare my teeth at him.

“You wouldn’t know how to lead a team if I gave you a leash.”

“I don’t need handouts to make a name for myself.”

“You might not need handouts on the ice, but you sure seem fond of my leftovers in bed.”

Hot fury rises, my hands curling into fists so tight, I can feel my nails cutting into my palms. But I’m too proud, and too new, to start a locker room fight tonight. Instead, I let my words deal out the damage.

“Much like the coach Hayden, it seems like Monica needed to call in reinforcements to finish the job you couldn’t get done”

“You fucking prick.”

“Fuck you”

“Nah, I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Ooof”

“Don’t you ever say some shit like that again, I-”

He’s breathing hard, and when I regain my balance and step into his space, he steps away, moving back again until he can’t go any further. It doesn’t stop me, I move closer until I’m in his face.

I notice the heavy rise and fall of his breath is joined by a panicked look.. And flushed cheeks, and blown out pupils. I can’t tell if he’s scared or he likes this but it’s something so much bigger than I realised.

“What the fuck is going on here???”

My head whips toward Monica’s voice, and I see her standing in the open locker room door. The way she’s looking at us makes my cheeks heat as I notice how we’ve ended up.

I’m in Alex’s space, his back to the row of lockers behind us, our bodies pressed chest to chest. It’s only now, as I become aware of my breathing, that I notice how close we really are. I’m practically pressed against him, skin to skin since we’re in nothing but our boxers…

Well, nothing except the one sock I’m somehow still wearing. But I only notice it when I take stock of our bodies and this compromising position… and it’s definitely not the most interesting thing I notice… No, I’m noticing the tension in Alex’s body, still pressed into mine where I have him pinned.

“Monica. Hey.”

“Hey yourself… am I interrupting something?”

“Yes”

“No”

Our hips are pressed together too and I can’t be sure, but I think he’s noticing too… shock floods me as I realise that… I think he might like it.

I step back, making space between us and grinning at Alex’s expression, which flits between confusion, frustration, surprise and… something else. It’s too quick for me to be sure.

Monica watches us both for a second longer before she’s walking toward us, gaze flitting between mine and Alex’s.

“Great, then you won’t mind if I get involved.”

She steps in our space, and even in heels, she’s a head shorter than both of us. Doesn’t stop her from putting a pretty manicured hand on each of our chests and pushing us apart.

I feel the heel of her palm, forcing me back and I’m tempted not to let her move me. To stay right here in his space, to make Alex say something because of the way he reacted to that comment…

I’m not even mad. But it’s got me curious…

“Want to tell me what started this?”

“No”

“I think Alex wants to fuck me.”

“What the fuck? No...”

“Whaaat? I thought you were fighting, now you’re… what?”

“No? Then maybe you just want to watch me fuck her?”

I tip my chin toward Monica, whose head is whipping between us, eyes wide with shock and curiosity.

“Still no? Then what is it, Alex? You had her but you couldn’t keep her, and now she’s got me and you’ve got my captain spot. Maybe… maybe you just want it all. Is that it?”

I don’t realise I’m moving closer until I’m breathing heavy, in his face again, and he’s watching my throat move as I swallow down the venom of my question.

Monica pushes me back again, using her shoulder to shove between us until she can press her ass into me and physically push me back.

“Enough of that, Jack. Back off.”

But I can’t let it go.

“Maybe ever since you found out about me, you’ve been thinking about it, huh Alex?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? Because all I know is that it wasn’t finding out about Mon and me that made you turn your back on me.”

“It wasn’t?”

I shake my head, holding her gaze just for a second before I turn to Alex and stare directly into his eyes as I say

“No. He only started acting like this when he found out that I’m bi. You seem to have a problem with that… ”

Her pretty brows shoot up, surprised, which is fair because I don’t think I’ve told her that before even though it’s not really a secret.

“You’re bi?”

“No, I–”

“Shut up Alex.”

“Shut up Alex.”

I can’t stop now.

“The whole locker room found out at the break that I dated Anders for a while… it’s not a big deal.”

“Who’s Anders?”

“The forward who got taken off the ice by medics. He didn’t come back and, even though we’re opponents now and it was years ago… I was… well, the whole team knows now. And that’s what fucks you off isn’t it? ”

I tip my chin, so that he has to hold my gaze even though he’s trying to look away.

“I don’t care if you’re gay, straight or bi. I don’t care who you fuck.”

“No, I gathered that. But I think you care that I’m out. That I don’t hide it. And I can’t quite figure out why.”

But that’s not entirely true, because I’m starting to put the pieces together now. The heavy weight of his hips pressed against mine, the friction I thought I imagined. The frantic, almost feral look in his eyes when I had him pinned between that locker and my body.

There’d been more to his expression and now, I think I might know what it was.

“Should I guess, Alex?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Maybe we should just go, Jacky.”

She grips me, turning fully toward me and holding my gaze as she tries to convince me. I don’t want to go, and she must see it on my face.

“It was a hell of a game, and tensions are high. I don’t know what the hell is happening right now, but let’s just, get out of here, ok?”

And maybe she’s right, maybe I should drop it. Just forget this happened and try to keep my nose clean the rest of the season, ignore Alex and his barbed wire words.

“Yeah Jacky…”

“Alex…”

“I don’t need your help, Mon.”

Her eyes widen, and her hand around my wrist goes slack in surprise, because this is not like Alex. But that does it. His defensive responses and now his disrespectful tone when he talks to Monica… it’s all too much for me to just let it go.

Monica whips around, and it seems like she’s forgotten that she wanted to leave. Her full lips are a tight line of fury as she prepares to unleash her anger on Alex.

But I beat her to it.

“I think you do need my help though, Alex. I think you need my help with working out whatever the fuck has got you wound so fucking tight. And I think I know exactly what that is.”

I nudge Monica’s hip, stepping into Alex’s space again.

“What are you doing, Jack?”

“Do I know, Alex?”

My eyes raze his body, from his dark, flashing eyes to the curve of his mouth. Down the thick column of his throat to his bare chest, shaved because I know he hates the way it feels when his pads catch on the hair there.

I know so much about him and as my eyes slowly peruse his body, I learn even more. The deep inhales, settling in his chest as his belly expands and tries to distract me, but I keep looking, keep drinking him in until I find exactly what I expected.

He can’t hide the thick ridge of his erection in his wickedly tight boxers, not now.

“It’s hard to hide from me.”

“Oh… Alex…”

“It isn’t… I’m not… fuck.”

But he is, I know he is, and I know he can’t say it, but I want to know he feels it, even a little. I don’t give him an inch, I stay in his face. We’re nearly touching, hip to hip and chest to chest with just the tension of this moment between us.

I want to kiss him. All that tension, the adrenaline and anger… it reshapes itself into something hotter and sharper as I feel my own body respond.

The conflict on his face must be obvious, because Monica turns toward him, takes a tentative step closer to us as she searches his face.

“It’s okay, Alex. It’s just us in here…”

“Do you want me to help you work it out, Alex?”

“I...”

I want this so bad, but he has to say yes, and I’m holding my breath as I watch him.

“Let me help…”

He melts into her kiss and I am caught between a rush of desire at the way she moans into his mouth, and the uncomfortable itch of jealousy that it’s not me.

I think about palming myself through my boxers to relieve the ache, even a little, but before I can, she breaks the kiss and turns to me.

Her hand’s still on his chest as mine tangles in her hair and I’m processing that still when she speaks.

“Now your turn.”

She nudges Alex, one of her hands on each of us as she pushes him toward me.

“I don’t know if I—”

“I want you to…”

“Why don’t you kiss him, then, Jacky?”

And even though I want to wait and give him space to make this move himself, I can’t resist the open invitation of his already swollen mouth.

My hands are on his hips, resting lightly as I lick the edge of his lips, kissing him like I’ve got all the time in the world. But he’s got other ideas, as he kisses me back hard, and I’m not sure if it’s anger or arousal.

His kiss is all teeth, tongue and heat as he nips at my lips and pants into my mouth. He doesn’t melt into my touch like Monica does, he’s all rigid tension and challenge as I try to coax him into softening.

But he only grows harder as we kiss.

Primary Narrator is now Monica

When Alex tips his chin down and growls into Jack’s kiss, I’m a goner.

If I felt a spark at the tension between them, it’s a roaring inferno now as Jack presses into Alex, kissing him hard and pressing their hips together.

Jack tips his hips, grinding his dick against Alex and I don’t know if he’s pressing into his dick or his hip but I don’t care. It’s so hot I can’t look away, even as my hand absently drops, dipping underneath the hem of my skirt to cup my swollen pussy.

They’re both lost in the kiss and I’m absolutely captivated by watching them as Alex kisses Jack with more passion than he ever kissed me with. I should be mad, but I’m too wet to care.

As Alex dips his hand down and grips Jack’s ass, I hike my skirt up and spread my thighs, rubbing myself over my panties in time to the heat building in their kiss as they begin to grind against each other.

I’m so wet I can feel it through my panties and I try to mimic the motion of Alex’s hips as Jack licks and kisses his throat as I tease and circle my clit..

“You’re so fucking sexy, I know you can feel what you do to me…”

“But do you see what you’re doing to her? Look at Monica, playing with herself while she watches us.”

“Is she…”

“Yeah, she’s watching us… watching the way I’m kissing you, how I’m grinding my dick on you, so hard for you..”

“Too much for you?”

I can see Alex panicking, the filthy words from Jack’s mouth turning me on but taking him out of it, so I spread my legs further, pulling my panties to the side and dipping a finger between my swollen labia so he can see how wet I am.

“Look at me, Alex, look how wet I am watching you. Just let it feel good.”

“It’s working, I can see his hips tick up as his head falls back and Jack begins to kiss his neck again. Alex watches me finger myself, and he’s getting out of his head now, so I withdraw my finger and bring it to my lips before he looks away. ”

I taste myself on my fingers as Alex loses himself to Jack’s kiss and this time, I don’t even think he hesitates as his hand drops to Jack’s ass and grips him, pulling their bodies closer together.

Both guys are grinding into one another and moaning as I dip my hand between my legs and begin to play with my clit again.

Jack’s hand is moving between them and I can’t tell if he’s stroking himself through his boxers, or stroking Alex, but they’re both definitely enjoying it… and so am I.

They’re both already in their underwear, bare skin and still-damp hair as they press into one another and I recognise the choked sound Alex makes when he likes something and..

I tell myself I’m doing this to help him. To make sure Alex gets the chance to explore what he needs to. But really, I’ve never seen two men like this, much less two men I’ve loved, and fucked, and it’s all too much. I’m so fucking horny.

“Ohhhh, fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Jack’s hand has disappeared inside his own boxers, and he’s stroking his cock as he kisses Alex hard and fast… but with every stroke, his fist is bumping into Alex’s straining, rock hard dick and… Alex likes it. ”

When Alex dips his head and kisses Jack’s neck, I nearly cum on the spot. Something about buttoned up and always in control Alex giving such needy kisses to Jack while Jack fucks his own fist and Alex grinds against his hand is just… oh, god, it’s so hot.

“Fuck man, can I touch you?”

“No. Just… just this.”

“Okay, but look at you, you’re so—”

“Shhh, no talking.”

“No talking, but do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no”

Alex’s cheeks are pink as he rubs his hips against Jack’s hand and I don’t know if it’s shame or desire that roughens his voice but the needy way they’re grinding together makes my clit throb and I circle faster, pressing hard against myself.

My legs are still spread wide, on display because I like to know that they can look their fill while I watch them. Alex’s uncertainty, Jack’s confidence… it’s all so much as they kiss and grind and Jack jerks his own cock in time to their kisses.

The way Alex’s eyes keep falling to the way Jack’s hand works his own dick, the snap of his hips as he grinds against Jack. Their needy kisses… the sounds they’re making… it’s all so much and my clit throbs, my body begging for more as I spread myself wide, and thrust a finger inside, fucking myself.

Watching them like this is so hot, and I’m so fucking close

“Fuck, I’m close, I– Alex, we need to stop or I’m gonna….”

I freeze, on the edge of my own orgasm but the tension in the room hangs on the breath Alex is holding as Jack gingerly holds his body so still, everyone on the edge.

“No… don’t stop. Let me… Let me help. ”

“Oh holy shit.”

When Alex dips a tentative hand into the front of Jack’s boxers, pulling them down to pull Jack’s dick out as he wraps his hand around it…

I can’t hold back anymore.

“Did you hear that? The way you look stroking my dick just made her cum.. Look at her… look at us.”

I say nothing and keep playing with myself while they both look at me, taking in my swollen pussy and flushed face before Alex dips his head and, for the first time, he looks down at the way his hand looks wrapped around Jack’s cock.

“You look so good…And feel even better… fuck… ”

“I’m close, I’m close… stop or I’m gonna….”

“I want you to. Don’t stop.”

Alex’s words shock me, my clit pulsing at how unbelievably sexy he looks as he tells Jack he wants to make him cum.

And when he twists his fist once more, Jack’s hips jerk and his back arching…

“I’m cumming, shit, I’m cumming”

I’m still and quiet as I watch Alex take in the mess he’s made of Jack

“I can’t believe we…”

“Alex gestures to where his hand’s still lightly wrapped around his dick, and Jack’s cum paints Alex’s stomach, dripping in thick ropes down toward his boxers. ”

I lost count as his dick shot out rope after rope of cum, but there’s so much.

“You did that.. How’s it feel?”

“Unreal, honestly… but this isn’t over.”

“When Jack leans forward, looking like he wants to kiss Alex again, I clear my throat. ”

“And with an audience, even…”

“An audience… or a show? I saw you both watching me”

Jack's lips kick up into the smug grin I know so well, and desire swoops through me as he takes me in.

“Why not both?”

“It’s definitely both.”

“Heyyy, you guys can’t team up on me!”

“You liked it a minute ago…”

He’s got me there. I blush as I get to my feet, straightening my skirt.

“But maybe I’d like it more if I joined in next time…”