Time to Be the Hockey Hunk – 100th Chapter
#28 of Hockey Hunk Season 3
100th chapter of The Hockey Hunk - and we're in for a bang!
Hehhey, everyone!
It is time for the summer hiatus, but not before unleashing this incredible 100th chapter on you guys! The story has been going on for well over a year now, covering 100 installments of more or less dramatic goings-on in the life of Rory...perhaps my most unexpected literary hero yet. *chuckle* It has certainly been a long way going, with plenty of surprises on the way.
What really makes it special is the community aspect, though. People have gathered around the story, talked about it, made theories, and generally had a lot of good time doing so, I think, which is something not many stories can boast here. For that rare privilege, I am most grateful. Thank you. I'd like to quote here the user crazylion, who said something very apt in a recent comment about the series, and I don't think I could put it much better:
"I noticed when i had read some of the responses you left below...which I honestly love to read.It is incredibly fun to see how others think when it comes to HH and their theories.You've certainly done an amazing job bringing together so many different people together to discuss something they love.The comments alone add something which so many other stories other stories lack and I'm not even sure how to phrase what it is... hmm maybe heart..soul... Friendship? whatever it is you have brought about something great."
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A very heart-warming sentiment, if any.
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Crap.
I felt like 14 again, and not for any good, fun reason, either.
The blanket covering my lower body was making quite the telltale up and down motion while my paw slid slowly over the straining length of my boner. My grip was good, the feeling was alright, some spit had helped getting things nice and smooth, and even though I didn't dare to spare a paw to fondle my balls, it was still going alright, if for the nagging feeling on the back of my mind.
Jerking off under the sheets.
What the hell?
I adjusted my thumb so that the leathery pad would rub the very rim of the pointed, blunt tip of my dick, rumbled a little at the feeling, and tried not to think about the stinging sensation that was apparent whenever I took a particularly deep breath. It was a bit difficult to control it while doing this, too.
My reasons for such clandestine masturbation where the same as they had been when I indeed was 14, and that could be summed up in one, single word.
Cobb.
Yeah, considering that I had shared a room with my brother until we were 16 years old, it had always been something of a sneaky business, of having two teenaged horndogs in the same room, with both of us needing some private time every now and then.
My tactic was to wait for him to fall asleep and then do the deed, quietly, under the covers, while thinking about footballers.
I suspected, judging by the frequent smell, that Cobb made it his business to wake up earlier than I did, and think about football-sized breasts.
I was beginning to ooze.
Well, now Cobb was sleeping in the guest room, but there was no knowing when he would wake up, and when he did that, he'd immediately barge in here, whether I was asleep or not, without knocking, to check up on how his brother was doing.
The possibility of such an incident made for the minor embarrassment of having to beat my meat under the covers, but that was a small price to pay for getting rid of my customary morning hard-on. It'd been doing that for a few days now, which I took as a good sign, considering that the absence of my favorite reflex was something I didn't like much in the time since the crash...
At least this, I thought, while I squeezed, and pulled, was something I could control.
My chest tightened, and my ribs prickled a little in that familiar way that was caused by my still healing bones, prompting me to ease my grip a little, and simply lay down on my bed and let my breaths come steadily.
Better not to think about the other things. There'd be time to brood later, and at least this time was supposed to be carefree, and plain old manly fun in the best way available to us.
I scratched my belly briefly before I slid my paw back to where it was needed, and ran my curled fingers all the way down from my tip to the bulb of my knot at the base, with my slightly itchy sheath pressing onto its underside. My thumb felt useful rubbing there as well, and made me rumble again, though carefully.
I hated that I had to hold back, but what did you do?
Apparently they had to cut me and Rory out of the car with the Jaws of Life.
The insurance company wasn't too happy about that.
My ears flicked automatically at the distasteful thought of lost premiums, and again, I was reminded of another complication of the accident, the fact that my ear was still practically held in place with bandages. It was a hard job trying not to flick it, and sometimes you just couldn't help yourself, of course. The painful twinge was more than enough to tell me that at least the nerves were working.
Cobb had assured me that I was still handsome, and perhaps I believed him, if I really wanted to.
The blanket moved faster now.
It was easy to get lost in the feelings, of hot meat and a warm palm and warmth radiating all over my groin. Even my tail was wriggling itself a little, buried underneath me against the mattress.
I added a little a squeeze.
I harrumphed.
The tingling was spreading.
It was starting to feel damn hot under the covers.
I needed my other paw. I wrapped my fingers around my swollen knot.
"Hngggggggggh..."
I had the tissue ready. It'd been rustling along ever since I started going at it, spread over my heaving belly.
I twitched and unloaded with a deep moan I didn't even try to keep back.
That much I could risk, I thought.
I let out a deep breath and made sure to wrap the tissue around myself before allowing the blankets to fall over me, soaked dick and all, and I laid my paws over the blanket, and let my breaths grow steadier.
I was still throbbing.
I yawned and tried not to flick my ears against the pillows. I had managed to get quite good in only flicking the unwrapped one, as of recent, but it certainly was an acquired skill, and I still missed often.
I tried not to wince when I reached out for the bedside table and maneuvered my paw among the medicine bottles, water bottles, candy boxes and tissue dispensers to find my phone among the clutter.
It was a quarter past nine.
Usually, when I got up to work, I would wake up at 6:30, so that I would have good time for stretching out, showering, a leisurely breakfast, and the drive to United.
When was the last time I actually went to work? I frowned a little and tried to remember. Now was Wednesday, and it was the 15th...so it had to be...yes...the Friday before Cobb left. Two and a half weeks, or so.
I wondered whether the chaos back at United was as bad as in my bedroom. I hadn't been able to get up to much, nor felt like it, and Cobb...he might've been giving me all the help in the world, but cleaning up after himself wasn't one of his stronger traits. Piles of clothing and other stuff were visible wherever I looked at my dimly lit bedroom.
At least the blanket was keeping the more interesting smell away.
I rumbled to myself and stuck my paw under the blanket to retrieve the offending evidence before the tissue would become glued into my dick. Trying to get those bits of paper off the skin could be a real bitch.
I yanked the drawer open and pushed the crumpled tissue into the box before I pushed it shut. Stretching my arm out like that caused the discomfort to return and prompted me to rest my arm down onto the bed again, and breathe slowly, to get past it, after a moment. It wasn't too bad, however. Back in the beginning, every cough felt like someone punching me in the chest.
Back then when I had blood oozing out of my chest cavity via tube that led into a plastic bottle by my bed.
I won't even mentioned the catheter.
Cobb, thoughtful as ever, asked if it meant that my cock had almost been cut off as well, and needed to be drained now.
I hadn't had so much morphine, I'd told him to fuck off.
I yawned again and scratched my belly a little, through the blanket. It felt nice, against my still somewhat chubby meat, now hidden inside my boxers.
Hmm. What next? I guess I could try to get out of the bed and get my morning piss and wash my teeth before Cobb would be bouncing in to check bandages and ask what I would like to have for breakfast, and whether I wanted to watch The Police Academy DVDs again.
I rumbled a little at the thought of my brother's forced smile.
He'd been weird all yesterday, after I told him.
His eyes had become hard to look at since. Mournful and surrounded by the wrinkles caused by the all too broad smile he forced on his muzzle whenever he looked over at me. I could tell. Cobb was always smiling, after all...and when he tried to fake it, he failed miserably.
I suppose he was too honest for it.
Seeing Cobb like that hurt almost as much as the thing that had caused it in the first place. The thing that had made it necessary to tell my brother on the breakfast table that there were troubles between Rory and I.
I looked him up on Cobb's iPad. A slinky glasses-wearing tiger sitting behind a table and being adored by his fans, I suppose. Didn't look like much. Haven't read the books, but maybe that sort of stuff would amuse Cobb, maybe.
I didn't tell him who it was.
Made me feel a bit sick to even think about Cobb's face twisting into that...face, when I told him that Rory and I weren't exactly in the best terms after he had told me that he had kissed someone else while we were by all means...going out, I suppose that is what you should call us at this point.
Which would've been alright, I suppose, if we had at some point implied that it would be okay to keep playing the field.
He just hadn't struck me as the type.
Guess it wasn't the first time I was wrong.
I rubbed the side of my muzzle as the same tense expression that I had had back then returned full force. It almost hurt, and it definitely made my stomach feel uncomfortable, as it did my battered chest as well.
Shit.
"Guess he was too good too be true."
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That's what Cobb said, while trying not to snarl out in anger.
At least he had the decency to not to start talking about Ismail. He just...was quiet for a while and then started to talk about lunch plans.
It was almost worse.
Still, I knew I had to tell him. I'd been keeping it back long enough, and having Cobb in the know made me feel a little bit better...though not quite as much better than I had hoped for.
I couldn't have told anyone else, too.
Poor Cobb. He'd certainly had his share of troubles over my gay troubles as of recent, besides having to help me bathe.
Life was great.
Speaking of which.
I was sure that I was hearing some not so stealthy pawsteps on the move by now.
I held my breath and listened carefully.
Now the door was opened. That meant about three seconds left.
I let my paws lay neatly onto the blanket.
"GOOOOOD MORNING!"
My bedroom door opening was accompanied by the great fanfare of my brother's bellowing call, almost strong enough to rattle the windows in their frames, I thought. Cobb burst in, only clad in some white shorts and a white T-shirt, and his steps took him immediately to the windows, to open the Venetian blind.
The sunlight made me blink and squint.
"Looks like a lovely day!" Cobb declared.
"Morning," I muttered.
My brother lumbered over to the bed and gave me a once-over with his eyes, probably searching for signs of active bleeding, or gangrene, while an uncharacteristic frown lingered on his face.
"Did you sleep well?" he said. "Any pain? Woke up any times? Did you have to take any extra pills?"
I let the deluge wash over me before I made even the smallest attempt to answer to his attentions.
"I slept all night since about 12, or maybe half past," I replied. "Not much pain. Hurts a bit when I cough."
"So don't cough!" Cobb smirked.
I snorted.
"Thanks for the advice."
Cobb clapped his paws together loudly.
"What do you want for breakfast? Bacon and eggs? Corn Flakes? Chocolate pudding? Coffee of course but maybe you'd like some toast too? A fried cheese sandwich? There's some chocolate cake from yesterday if you fancy something sweeter...and do you want to eat in bed or...?"
I took it like a man.
"On the table," I muttered. "Tired of lying on my ass all day."
Cobb gave me a suspicious look, but didn't say another thing about it.
"Sure! Think you'd be up for a small walk? There's that nice park nearby..."
If a couple of trees, a jungle gym and some poorly growing grass constituted as a nice park, I guess Cobb was right.
Maybe it was the swings he liked.
"I'd rather go somewhere with furs," I replied. "A café, maybe, or help you out shopping or something...anything."
Cobb's face seemed to darken.
"You sure you're up to that, Victor?" he looked at me passionately.
I snorted.
"I can walk. Been able for two weeks now. Nothing's broken there."
"But you get breathless easily, and the doctors told you that you have to take it easy!" Cobb exclaimed.
I flicked my good ear at him.
"I didn't say I'd be carrying any groceries, or suggested that we'd go out for ice hockey practice."
Truth be told, I was missing the ice too, and the excitement, and the guys.
Cobb didn't look so convinced.
"Don't want you to overstress yourself."
I rumbled.
"I don't do anything, Cobb, I can hardly stress myself."
Cobb scratched his chin.
"Hmmmm..."
I huffed and grabbed the edge of my blanket to toss them away from myself.
"Are you alright?" Cobb asked quickly.
I began the careful process of getting up, by swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, and being extra slow with trying to move my torso into an upright posture under the careful scrutiny of Cobb.
"Thinking of getting some breakfast," I huffed, looking up to him and trying not to wince at the throbbing coming off my flanks.
Cobb's eyes widened.
"But..."
I bit my teeth together and hauled myself upright, and tried not to feel faint.
"Either you promise to take me out for a coffee, or I'll be doing the breakfast the hard way," I said, "Including squeezing fresh orange juice."
Cobb snorted and flicked his ears sharply at me.
"Since when were you allowed to blackmail me, bro?" Cobb looked at me suspiciously.
I wrinkled my nose.
"I'm going to freshen up," I said, matter-of-fact. "You can go make the breakfast if you like."
Cobb scratched the back of his head and watched me go.
"Okay, Victor!" Cobb smiled broadly.
Fake wrinkles were many.
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I emerged from the bathroom after a while, fresh in the muzzle, with clean underwear and my bathrobe, and feeling a bit better able to meet the world, and more like...Cobb, stirring up a fuzz behind the kitchen counter.
_"...I'll keep it shining everywhere I go..._HEHHEY!"
I smiled weakly.
"Hey," I rumbled, on my way to my seat on the table.
Cobb stirred the pan one-armedly while he looked at me going.
"How're you doing?"
I snuffled.
"The same I was doing five minutes ago, Cobb."
"The eggs are almost ready," Cobb declared, "and the coffee IS ready...just a sec....uhh...."
The cabinet doors clattered while Cobb abandoned the frying eggs and went on retrieving a mug for the purpose of pouring some fresh coffee into it. He came on like a rolling Amtrak train, brandishing the steaming mug that was soon placed in front of me.
"Here you go!" Cobb beamed.
"Thanks," I muttered.
I picked up the spoon Cobb had laid down onto the table into a state of readiness, and began to stir my black witches' brew slowly.
"Do you want some fruit or something?" Cobb questioned.
"I'm fine," I breathed.
The spatula scraped the side of the frying pan.
"Hmmm...maybe a little salt..."
I wished I could keep things up like he did...keeping busy, and keeping everything unhappy out of my mind. Cobb could do it...why couldn't I do it? Maybe if I could do something physical...walk...work out...whatever, to have something meaningful to do, besides lying in bed with Cobb's iPad and trying to immerse myself in YouTube.
I hoped I could finally talk him into that proper outing. I really needed to be somewhere with furs other than Cobb, just...because.
"Hmmmm...just a little while longer...."
Cobb liked his eggs well fried, and sometimes eaten on toast.
I could smell the toast already.
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The somewhat reluctant walk hadn't taken us too far from my block, but the little café had a couple of tables and chairs out on the terrace outside, with a nice shade over them as well. The sun was still shining brightly and felt good on my arm, shining there at an angle that managed to reach my hide.
I had a coffee and a cinnamon bun in front of me, and Cobb had a piece of apple pie, and a mug of hot chocolate. The milky froth that had been on the top was now deposited all over Cobb's muzzle, and at this moment, he looked genuinely happy with himself, at least for now.
I watched the cars going past, and the furs walking on their merry way along the pavement, without a worry in the world, it seemed. Students with backpacks, ladies with ladylike gait and high heels, business furs with black jackets and ties and talking into their phones, tails swinging as busily as their tongues went, too. Cobb was playing with the whipped cream on top of his pie, with the spoon that looked comically small on his big paw.
I couldn't help but wonder what Rory was doing. I knew that he was in town, but not working yet...still having trouble walking, too. Thinking about it made me cringe. Not being able to move sounded horrible, and I pitied Rory, despite everything that was troubling us, I still felt bad that he was in such a sad state...and I wasn't so much better, except for the walking thing.
I felt tired, though. Being in bed so much and not doing a great deal of things at all made me feel damn tired...and oddly...indecisive. I didn't know what to do with my time, even if I was slowly getting better...physically, yes, mentally...still some way to go.
I wondered whether Rory was feeling as restless as I was...whatever he was doing. Probably doing stuff on his computer...anything to pass the time while trying not to let the weighty thoughts fall down on him.
The accident.
Us...
Whatever bad went on with him and that tiger, even if he assured me that nothing did go on...
Humph.
I sipped my coffee and smacked my lips when I was done.
Cobb still managed to look like he was about 6. Though a healthily grown one, I presumed.
"Nice place, huh?" I raised my voice in question.
Cobb's eyes jumped from his plate to me, and his smile appeared.
Still too wrinkled.
"Yeah!" his ears perked.
"Hope you're glad we got out," I said.
"It's great pie," Cobb smirked.
"Pretty good," I replied. "I come by sometimes, just for the baked goodies."
"I can see why."
The spoon clicked against the creamy plate.
"Heheh."
I didn't believe myself, either.
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"Need any help with your shoes?" Cobb asked.
I gave a look at my busy brother, complete with the numerous bulging plastic bags hanging from each paw. I shook my head.
"I think I'll manage," I said, "You go and put the stuff in the fridge. You did buy some ice cream, didn't you?"
Cobb gave me a suspicious look, but then he nodded, and I stepped to the side to make him some room to get past me.
"Alright," Cobb muttered as he went along on his way.
I shook my head briefly, and bit my teeth down for the purpose of getting my shoes off without snarling too much when I'd bend over for it.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO START LUNCH????"
I snorted.
"We just ate!" I called back, between my teeth.
"WELL I'M HUNGRY!"
I shook my head.
"Feed yourself if you like!" I yelped back.
"YOU BET!"
Of course.
I was pretty glad to get down onto the couch, and still had energy left for picking up the TV remote for flicking the screen on.
Cobb made a lot of noise as he put everything perishable into the fridge.
"YOU WANNA WATCH A MOVIE?" Cobb hollered.
My ears flicked down.
I breathed out deeply.
"Maybe," I rumbled.
"COOL!"
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We got through maybe half of Police Academy 4 before I started to make a move to get up.
"You alright?" Cobb asked.
I huffed. I never could move anywhere without Cobb asking me that question.
I got onto my paws and gave him a look.
"I'm going to go to the other room and call Rory and ask how he's doing," I spoke, determined, and partially in need to affirm my decision by speaking it aloud to Cobb, "You can keep watching the movie if you like, I won't mind."
Cobb's eyes widened.
Unpleasant tension rose into my chest from that sight. Cobb was staring at me quite intently, and his ears were at least halfway flat, and he certainly didn't look too happy.
I frowned.
"What?" I snorted.
Cobb kept on looking at me. His jaw tensed, I could see as much, with that familiar tense line down there, around his neck.
"I'm going to ask him how he's doing," I said. "I want to know how he's feeling. Talk with him."
Cobb's paw fumbled with the TV remote he had been holding throughout the movie. He looked unhappy.
I bared my teeth.
"Why do you look at me like that?" I muttered. "It's none of your business."
Cobb rubbed his paw over his chest.
"Well..."
I snorted.
"Don't act like that," I growled. "I know you want to say something, so just spill it. Don't make yourself ridiculous, Cobb."
The corners of Cobb's muzzle twitched.
He looked remarkably guilty.
"Cobb?"
He shook his head.
"I don't see the point now that you've broken up," he breathed.
My brow rose with shock, along with my growl.
"We didn't break up, "I replied firmly. "We have issues."
Cobb still looked like he was feeling unpleasant.
"Well, it seemed to me you did."
"Well you're wrong," I hacked out, feeling my chest tighten up again, with the same smarting sensation spreading over my ribs, "and now I'm going to go and ask him how he's doing and whether he'd maybe like to meet up for coffee or something, so that we could talk."
Cobb's ears froze.
"What?" I growled between my clenched, visible teeth.
He didn't speak.
"WHAT?" I repeated loudly.
Cobb flicked his paw in the air in front of him.
"Well I...I wanted to make sure he wouldn't bother you again."
My eyes widened.
"He?" I snapped. "Rory? What's going on? Have you called him?"
Cobb looked at me defiantly.
"He called me."
My ears flicked down, and I didn't care for the ache.
"HE CALLED YOU?" my voice burst out of me.
Cobb shrugged.
"He was talking all sorts of stuff about trying to make up for you and I told him that he shouldn't hurt you again."
I couldn't believe what he was saying. It was outrageous, and it hurt, and it was...
...all too FUCKING much like COBB to do something like that.
I swallowed.
"You...told...him to stay away from me?" I stated, slowly.
Cobb's ears flicked quickly.
"Well not exactly..." he said quickly.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" I shouted.
"I was just trying to -"
"DON'T TALK TO ME!" I grunted.
I didn't believe this was happening. This was too much.
Way too much.
I snarled.
"Fine," I grunted.
I headed to the bedroom.
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"That'll be..."25.90."
I dug into my wallet and shoved the bills into the bear's paw.
"Cheers!" the big guy rumbled.
I bit my teeth together and got out of the cab and onto the pavement.
"Thanks," I spoke in as normal voice as I could muster.
"Have a nice day!" the bear called before hitting the pedal to the metal and crawling out of the curb.
I turned to look at the somewhat shabby housing block rising ahead of me, and grabbed my phone.
What a fucking mess. I should've done this days ago.
My fingers felt like they were shaking a little when I pressed the dialing button and lifted the phone up to my good ear.
My heart raced a bit with each passing ring.
Come on...come on, please...please...
Finally.
I heard his breath first.
Even that made my tail flick.
"Hhhh...hello...Victor?"
Rory...
I swallowed, and spoke up.
"Rory, I know that you're probably fucking pissed off at me and Cobb but I'm now standing outside your building and I'd really like to come up. Can I?"
SEASON 3 OF THE HOCKEY HUNK CONTINUES AFTER HIATUS
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