“It could be worse.” Jamie/Tyler, Hockey RPF, M
There’s a half hour left in practice and Tyler is just being the dumbest little shit, chirping Jamie like there’s no tomorrow and getting in the way when they run drills. Every other second Tyler’s smacking his ass or his helmet, getting all up in his space and darting away when Jamie turns to chirp him back. Jamie’s never been so frustrated in his fucking life.
They collapse down on the bench during a break, and Jamie clamps a hand on Tyler’s thigh, trying to keep him still for just one second, jesus. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks, and it takes all he has not to grab Tyler’s chin in a bruising grip and make him look him in the eye.
Tyler grins back innocently, avoiding his eyes, gulping from his water bottle. “Kidding you about what?” Jamie’s suddenly, blindingly furious. He hates that Tyler gets him riled up like this, hates that he knows all the right buttons to push, and Jamie just wants to fucking ruin him.
“If you behave for the rest of practice, asshole, I’ll suck you off so hard your brains’ll come out your dick.” Jamie doesn’t break his gaze as he says it, and so he sees Tyler’s face go from shock to hell yeah to annoyance that Jamie’s going to make him wait.
“It could be worse,” Jamie smirks, “I could make you wait til tomorrow.”
Tyler shuts up, looks around quickly, and leans forward to mutter in a low voice, “Babe, I’m gonna be so good for you, you have no idea.”
Satisfied, Jamie pushes off the bench, grinning to himself. Tyler really is a little shit; good thing Jamie knows how to handle him.