Community Service （1）

May

"Come on."

JT grabbed Tyson, his old teammate and one of the new 8u coaches, by the hand and pulled him into the Zamboni room at Ryler Arena.

"You sure we won't get in trouble, man? I kinda don't wanna get on Hayes's bad side."

"Nah, fuck that. It doesn't even start for another, what?" JT pulled his phone out and checked the time. "Like, forty-five minutes. We're good. Plenty of time."

The two made their way toward the back of the room, where there was a door that led to the storage closet. JT pulled it open, with Tyson following him inside, then turned to lock it behind them. He reached into his back pocket, removed a vape pen, pressed it between his full, pouty lips, and pulled for about five seconds before exhaling the smoke and handing it over.

"Thanks," Tyson said, doing the same as the two sat down and rested their backs against some bumpers that were stacked along the wall. "So, what the hell you doin' back here, anyway? Thought you were in Nebraska or some shit."

"I was," JT said, eyes closed. "But the season ended and I can't play in the USHL anymore because I've hit the ripe old age of 20. So," he pulled again and exhaled, "I'm back in Tampa so I can figure out what the fuck I'm supposed to do with my life now."

"Wait…I thought you committed to Penn State? Aren't you gonna play NCAA next year?"

JT closed his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, there's been a little hiccup with that plan."

"Why? What happened?"

"Well, remember how stupid I was in middle school?" He laughed bitterly. "Turns out, I never got any smarter. I, uh, couldn't pass my English core class, so…"

"Shit, man. I'm sorry."

"Thanks. I mean, there are some options. I'm actually meeting with my family advisor tomorrow to go over some of them, none of which are ideal. But it's better than working some dead-end job in this shithole. For now, though, I'm riding out the rest of my community service here at the beautiful Ryler Arena, helping you coach those little crotch goblins who can barely skate."

"Community service?" Tyson asked. "What'd you do? "

JT smirked, shaking his head slightly. "I, uh, let's just say I got caught with my pants down. Public indecency, they called it. Was able to get off, no pun intended, with just probation. Ty somehow worked his magic and got them to allow me to serve it here." He shrugged, then added, "At least that dickhead is good for something."

Both of them hit the pen a few more times before JT shoved it back into his pocket. They reached their arms up, folded their hands behind their heads, and lay there in silence for a bit, enjoying the relaxation of the high.

Finally, Tyson spoke. "Alright, though. For real, I need to hear what happened."

JT turned his head toward the young man, eyes lidded and a smirk creeping across his face. "So, like, there was this one bar we always went to because they didn't care that our ID's were faker than a stripper's tits. Anyway, long story short, I ended up in a back alley against the trunk of the bartender's car. Apparently, the place was a known prostitution hangout, so the cops were right there. I fucking…got busted mid-nut." He laughed, then shrugged. "Got to finish at least, though, before they slapped the bracelets on me."

"Damn, man. That's wild," Tyson said, glancing at his former d-man.

"Yeah. Ty was not happy. Had to fly to Nebraska to bail me out."

"Oh, wow. I can just imagine the obscenities that must've come outta his mouth," Tyson laughed. Even though he was now in his 40's, Tyler Hayes's filthy mouth was still in its 20's. "Anyway, she at least hot?"

"Nah."

"No?"

" He was. Hot, I mean."

Their eyes locked, a curious look taking over Tyson's face as JT bit his bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it slowly to draw his friend's attention.

"I, uh, I didn't know you were…gay."

JT kept his eyes on Tyson's. "I'm not." He watched as Tyson raised an eyebrow and scrunched up his lips. "I'm, uh, into the wine , not the label."

"Excellent reference, friend." Tyson nodded and smiled, then added, "Same."

"Yeah?" JT sat up, moving his hands from behind his head, reaching into his pocket for his phone, and checking the time again. "You know, still about 15 minutes before we gotta start setting up the stations."

He set his phone down on the floor as Tyson sat up, putting them within inches of each other's faces. JT snaked a hand around the back of his head and pulled him in like he was gonna kiss him, but stopped when he felt Tyson part his lips. "Something you want?" JT breathed against them, taunting him.

Tyson nodded his head rapidly, sliding both his hands around the back of JT's neck and attempting to pull him forward, but he resisted. "Come on, " he whined, removing one hand and dragging it down the front of JT's body, stopping in his lap. "Quit being…a fuckin' tease."

"Oh, I'm being a tease? Why don't you quit whining and wrap that hand around my cock then?" JT moaned as he felt Tyson palm his throbbing dick through his warm up pants and take hold of him. "That's a good boy. Now," he said, pressing his lips against Tyson's and pulling away as soon as their tongues touched, "you're gonna get on your knees and I'm gonna stand up so I can fuck that throat of yours. Got it?"

Tyson was already on the ground and yanking JT's pants and briefs down to his ankles before he'd even finished that sentence.

Jacob Tyler DiMara may not have been book smart.

He may have had anger and abandonment issues.

He may have gotten into trouble with the law on more than one occasion.

Jacob Tyler DiMara came up short in so many areas of his life, but aside from hockey, this was the one area in which he shined brighter than the sun.

Sex is where he was confident, and he knew damn well that he could bring any man or woman to their knees.

Quite literally.

Though he preferred guys, he didn't discriminate, having been with his fair share of both guys and girls. Did they stick around once the fun was over?

Never.

Not that he'd even let them if they'd tried.

But it didn't matter.

For that moment, however long it lasted, JT was actually in control of something in his life.

For that moment, he didn't have to obsess over the fact that, having been orphaned at the age of 15, then sent away and shoved into an intensive hockey program with little time for anything else, he effectively had no clue who the hell he even was.

For that moment, he was someone , and he was needed.

His dick halfway down Tyson's throat, JT gripped his hair with both hands and tilted his head up. "Look at me," he ordered. "That's right. I wanna watch you suck it like the filthy little slut I always knew you were."

He felt his friend moan around his length and watched as he let his knees slide out to either side, putting his groin flush against the floor of the storage closet. He began grinding into it, trying to get some friction against his own throbbing cock. "You're getting hard from this, huh?" JT asked in a low voice, and Tyson nodded desperately, removing his mouth from JT but continuing to jerk him off with slow twists.

"So fucking hard," Tyson panted.

"I bet you wanna cum, too, don't you?"

"So bad."

"Then why don't you fuck your hand while you suck me?"

As if he'd been waiting for JT's permission, Tyson slid his hand down the front of his pants and took hold of his cock, spreading some of the precum around the thick head before beginning to move his hand in long, slow strokes. "Fuck," he moaned, before sliding JT back inside his mouth and gagging as he slammed into the back of his throat.

"Mmm, this feels so good. But don't cum until I tell you to. I wanna cum with you."

Tyson nodded, continuing to bob his head feverishly up and down JT's rock-hard length.

"You're close, aren't you?" JT said softly. "I can tell by how aggressively you're going after it. You wanna cum?"

"Yes, please!" Tyson begged, removing JT from his mouth again.

JT grabbed his own dick with one hand and used his other to steady himself on Tyson's shoulder as he lowered himself to the floor, putting them face-to-face. Breathing heavily, he reached down and took hold of his former teammate, clutching both of their swollen dicks in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed Tyson, whose lips were already parted in anticipation. "You close? You gonna cum hard for me, slut?" JT growled.

"Fuck…shit…"

"I'll take that as a yes. I want my name on your lips when you do. You understand?"

"Yes. Can I? Please?"

"Look at you. Such a good boy, waiting until I give you the green light."

"Fuck, JT. I'm gonna go… please ." His voice cracked, and JT smiled, giving their cocks a final squeeze that sent them both hurtling over the edge. "Ugh, JT, shit."

JT whimpered, staring down between them and watching both of their dicks pulsing streams of thick, hot cum that dripped down the sides of his hand and pooled on the floor beneath them.

He let go, brought his hand up to Tyson's mouth, and ran it against his lips. "Clean it up," he said, as his friend began licking the combination of their release off his palm. JT wiped the remainder onto his shirt since he'd be changing anyway, then grabbed the back of Tyson's head and pulled him forward so their lips met, quickly followed by their tongues.

But he was careful not to stay there too long. "We taste good together, don't we?"

Tyson nodded, a dopey grin on his face before it faded when the post-nut clarity began to hit. They both stood up and pulled their clothes back on, and just as JT was about to check his phone again for the time, they heard the doorknob jiggling wildly followed by several loud bangs against the closet door.

"JT! Open this fuckin' door right now!"