OH MY GOD????

normal hockey tournament equipment… they really went fivehole

first moosespurge dms had some inspo from the selfie they took on the plane to sweden so to celebrate :))))

Jared brought his hand down to Marcus’s knee, his fingers making a slow circle as he looked up at the sleeping man again. Sighing, he tried closing his eyes again, hoping that the grounding physical touch he usually slept with would help him finally pass out.

After what felt like another eternity, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the plane. Being able to nap on their regular short haul flights was somehow no issue, but god forbid a man try to sleep on an overnight, long haul one. Keeping his grip on Marcus’s hand closest to him, Jared rubbed his other slowly up his leg. He didn’t want to wake the other man necessarily, but his body just happened to be Jared’s favorite fidget toy. Marcus was usually hyper reactive, body usually giving a twitch, and, well, he always had something to say about it too. The guy was solidly passed out behind his sleeping mask though, not a single acknowledgment given to his touch. Lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

Jared started to lightly trail his fingers along Marcus’s thigh, the repetitive motion of smoothing his fingers along the blanket covering his legs soothing to him at least. Only as his fingers swept higher to where he was most sensitive did he finally get the slight response of Marcus shifting in his sleep, his neck twitching and his head lowering to Jared’s shoulder. Jared rested his head on top of the other man’s and continued his ministrations, tugging a bit on the fingers in his other hand.

Well, at least one of us is getting sleep, Jared thought as he tried closing his eyes again. Resting your eyes is better than nothing is what his mom had always told him, and this was as close to cuddling as he’d be able to get in a plane seat. He continued his motion slowly up and down Marcus’s leg when the back of his hand hit a bulge in the blanket. Opening his eyes, he looked around the top of the Marcus’s head, smirking as he took in the lump rising from the blanket.

A past conversation filtered through his head, “Look, I know I sleep like an angel. If you ever wanted to……. touch something so heavenly…. I wouldn’t say no.” Marcus had accompanied it with an obnoxious wink that Jared had originally responded to with an eye roll, but had him considering his options now.

Sliding his hand under Marcus’s blanket he thought, No time like the present, resting his hand on the half hard cock. He took in the familiar weight, running his thumb along the head through his sweatpants. They had fooled around on a few team flights before, but those were always fast and hot, trying to finish before anyone would notice what they were up to. Now… now Jared had the luxury of time. Only half way through their flight across the Atlantic, he could work Marcus up for however long he wanted. See how long he could go before the other man twitched awake.

He cupped his hand around the base and slowly jerked up, the material of the sweatpants providing some glide. He continued to alternate his attention, before slipping his hand under the waistband to fondle a bit at Marcus’s balls. Scrapping his fingers through the hair at the base of his dick, Jared firmly gripped him before bringing his thumb up to swipe at the bit of moisture that had started to collect there. It was then that he felt Marcus’s hand twitch in his other one. His neck stiffened up as his head shot off of Jared’s shoulder.

“Jared?” dragged out of his mouth, half asleep and low. Jared started to quietly shush him, rubbing soothingly at the crease of his hip.

“Good morning, took you long enough to join the party,” Jared whispered back to him, biting back a smile at how Marcus’s breathing had sped up.

“What. What’re you doing?” Marcus slurred, raising his hand to remove his eye mask.

Jared swung his hand out of his sweatpants, catching Marcus’s with a hushed tut, “I think it might be better if you keep that on actually. We wouldn’t want people to figure out what we’re doing now would we?” Marcus released a slow whine, both of his hands twitching in Jared’s hold. “If you’d like to continue this, you’ll have to keep it quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Audibly gulping, Marcus drew in a few breaths before releasing a quiet, “Yes, babe.”

everything about this video makes me laugh

Nate’s mouth scrunches up. “I was wondering if I could come stay at yours. For a little bit.” EJ honestly doesn’t know what to say. “A little bit?” “Yeah.” “Like… how long?” “Not that long.” “So, a day or two?” “Longer.” “Uh-huh,” EJ nods, exaggerating, “So, coming to stay for some indeterminate length of time. In Denver.”

Erosion, my FTH Erik Johnson/Nate Mackinnon fic, is available to read now!

Featuring: Retirement, horse-racing, reconnecting with old friends, Gabe being Swedish, a work-wife (and few actual wives), dinner parties, general contractors, and water use restrictions.

via flapanthers’s ig story

abo pre-sidgeno thoughts during this witching hour bc i just found these pics on pinterest and need i say more?

thinking about a young, stubborn, and begrudgingly omega sidney at the end of his second season in the nhl, staring down the barrel of the captaincy and really deeply thinking that he's not ready for it. due in no small part to the fact to the internalized shame he has about his heats and how, for the first time in his life, he's being forced to go through regular cycles as per the anti-doping adjacent dynamic rules set in place by the nhl. and maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal if he could just tough his heats out on his own when his week of blue placebo pills comes around but in order to keep his hormones balanced properly (because we all know how much of a freak sid is for maintaining his fleshly hockey machine- uh, i mean, his body) and minimize the time commitment that is a cycle, he has to have an alpha heat partner. and maybe that wouldn't be such a big deal if they were any good at getting him off. like oh my god, why are all alphas ages 18-25 bumbling fumbling idiots with no coordination or stamina. if he hopes to take the c by the beginning of next season, which is looking increasingly more likely and decreasingly his to decide, sid needs to be able to get his cycles down pat. something he can only accomplish with a consistent and competent alpha heat partner.

enter geno, obviously.

Let’s go boys!

new victims have been forced to be sillied by me

:)

title: unbreak my heart.

fandom: men's hockey rpf

pairing: roman josi/mason marchment, mason marchment/joe pavelski (mentioned), mason marchment/scott wedgewood (implied), jamie benn/tyler seguin (background)

rating: not rated

words: 7,603

summary:

He wants and wants and wants and he’s selfish and it’s a mistake.

It’s always such a fucking mistake.

Every guy he’s hooked up with in the past year has been a mistake, just to forget a guy who has probably long since forgotten about him.

He wishes it was as easy for him as it had clearly been for Pavs.