Jack/toffee short
you're probably the only person who's going to enjoy this. bon appétit ❤
Their time together on the team had been short, but explosive; their chemistry on the ice was obvious to everyone with eyes, Jack’s skilled passes finding Tyler wherever he was on the ice, and Tyler’s spatial awareness making it exceptionally easy for Jack to get the puck to him.
Their chemistry off the ice on the other hand was a little more unconventional; they’d gotten along well, had gone out to eat a lot, Cat joining them more often than not, their nights ending with their clothes on the floor of Cat and Tyler’s marital bedroom, Jack’s moans loud as he held eye contact with Cat.
It didn’t come as a surprise when Tyler asked him to join them for dinner that night, their first game against each other with Tyler on a different team, the implication of what’s for dessert hanging between them.
Dinner was delicious and he’d complimented Cat so much Tyler had jokingly threatened to kick him out if he didn’t stop; they all knew he wouldn't, Cat’s face tinged red where she squirmed in her seat, all three of them itching to get to the main course of the night.
Jack blinks the memories away as Tyler fucks into him, his face pushed into the pillow, a hand on his neck; Cat is sitting on a chair next to the bed, a hand in her pants, watching, observing, enjoying her husband fucking his old teammate hard enough he’s going to feel it for the next few days.
