Awkward first meeting with whoever you like, the worse the better :-)
51. meet ugly/awkward first meetings
"Geno," Mario said, breathily, "how nice of you to join us."
Kris' eyes snapped open, his entire body tensing like he'd just been electrocuted. No, he thought, heart pounding roughly in his chest as he stared out the window adjacent to Mario's desk, God, please--
Mario adjusted his grip on Kris' hair, forcing him to look towards the door before slamming his head back down against the wood. Kris' world blurred for a second before coming back into focus, and he desperately wished Mario had allowed him to keep looking out the window.
Malkin stood in the doorway, lips parted and eyes wide. His eyes were transfixed on Kris, who scrunched his eyes shut. Partly to stop himself from seeing the disgust that would undoubtedly take over Malkin's soft features, and partly because Mario had picked up the pace, nailing him directly in the prostate a couple of times for good measure. Panting open mouthed, a strangled groan forcibly left his throat.
"Sorry--" the words came hurriedly out of Malkin's mouth. An image of Malkin's face flashed before him, red-faced and embarrassed. "Ah--Nathalie said--"
"Yes, I know." Mario slammed in and ground against Kris' ass, tearing a deep, almost primal yell from him as the zipper of Mario's trousers ripped into his skin. Kris knew he looked like a whore, bent over Mario's desk, forced onto his toes and completely naked, whereas Mario had only removed his belt and unzipped himself. The belt laid abandon on the desk chair, having already been used to lay deep red welts along Kris' ass. "I told her to send you up."
Kris' eyes fluttered, and he fought against Mario's hand for only a brief second before Mario slapped him hard across the face. He went quiet again, slumping against the desk. Meanwhile, Malkin stood in the doorway, face almost as red as Kris' ass.
"Do you see that?" Mario directed towards him in French. "I bet he thinks its funny. You whoring yourself out to achieve what came to him naturally."
Hot tears welled in Kris' eyes, lips curling into a snarl. Mario had gone back on his word--he had promised that it was only going to be the two of them. No one else would find out what Kris had done to secure his spot on the Penguins. No one was supposed to know.
But here was Malkin, witnessing Kris at his lowest, and they had never even met.
"Everyone will know by the time we're done," Mario bit the shell of Kris' ear, nails digging into Kris' hips. "Not a single soul on that team won't know that you came to me and begged for me to do something, anything, to get you on that roster. That you dropped your pants like a bitch in heat and allowed yourself to be bent over this desk."
Kris' cock was trapped between the edge of his desk and his belly, weeping come onto the dark oak. He choked back a moan, which only led to it sounding like a sob. Mortified, Kris lowered his head, allowing his hair to obscure his face.
Mario's all talk, he told himself, grinding his teeth, he's all talk. All talk. That's it.
"Why don't you join me, Geno?" Mario turned his attention back to their observer. Kris flinched. "He's got a perfectly good mouth."
Kris had never given a blowjob before. He had tried, earlier, but he kept choking and snot had poured out of his nose and Mario had quickly grown annoyed. This had been the compromise. The thing that Mario had promised him would secure his future. Mario was going to talk to Therrien and it'd all be worth it.
"No," Malkin said, with only a slight quiver in his voice. "No, I'm--I won't."
Mario hummed, displeased. A thumb dug into the meat of Kris' ass, right into one of the spots where his zipper had rubbed him raw. "I see," he said, plainly. "You don't have the hunger for it. Not like Sidney."
Malkin inhaled, sharply, but before Kris could turn to look, Mario shoved his head down over the edge of the desk. Blood rushed to Kris' head and he closed his eyes again. Just a little longer, he told himself, a little longer and it'll be over, just a little longer--
"Get out," all the amusement and play was gone from Mario's voice. Clearly, Malkin's unwillingness to partake had soured Mario's mood greatly. Kris slumped against the desk in relief, whimpering as Mario resumed his brutal pace, the loud smack of his body against Kris' ass louder than the beating of his heart in his ears. "I said, out."
The door finally closed, and when Kris looked, Malkin was gone. Kris could've sobbed in relief if it wasn't for the harsh dig of Mario's fingers into his hips.
Dropping his head, Kris resolved himself to a couple of things: one, that once his teammates found out, they'd despise him for being so weak, for being so selfish as to think he deserved a spot on the team more than anyone else, that he'd sleep with Mario to get it. Two, that whatever chance he had of earning Malkin's respect and friendship were now gone, forever tainted by this. How low he'd get for just a taste of his dream.
Three, that no amount of scrubbing would ever make him feel clean again.
