This Is Completely Fucked （9）

"Holy shit. Is Hayes!"

"Osi!"

The Russian jumped up from the couch where he'd been cuddling with his girlfriend and ran sock-footed through the kitchen, damn-near slipping and knocking Ryan over to get to his former roommate. He and Hayes threw their arms around each other and stood there hugging for a while before pulling away. "I miss you so much. Though this guy is much better roommate than you were," Osi teased, gesturing toward Ryan.

Hayes smirked as Osi stared at him curiously, taking notice of the dark circles under his eyes. It'd been at least a month since he'd seen him. "You are alright? You look very tired."

"Yeah, man. I'm alright. Long day." Hayes looked at Ryan, who avoided eye contact, unsure how much of the current situation his boyfriend had divulged to his former roommate. "So I heard they've been giving you some starts over there, eh? That's awesome, man."

"Yes. Is nice not to be backup and sit on my ass all the time."

Bridgeport's starting goaltender had injured his groin a few weeks ago, and Osi had played so well in his absence that they'd kept him as starter even after his return.

"And your boyfriend? He has been unreal. You missed hell of a practice today, Baylor. Seggy and Dalesy got into fist fight. Was blood everywhere. Hastings had meltdown and benched both of them for next game."

"Jesus, I really do miss all the good shit!" Ryan complained, throwing his hands up.

"Those two clowns still beefin'?" Hayes asked.

"Every goddamn day," Osi answered. "Is just background noise now." Osi turned to Ryan. "Why you don't come to practice anyway?"

He looked at Hayes, who looked away. "Flight was delayed," he replied quietly, readjusting his backpack up onto his shoulder. "Sorry to cut this short, man, but I'm exhausted. I'm gonna head to my room."

"OK. And I assume you will join him?" He winked at Hayes, who gave him half a smile. He felt his heart starting to race a little, and his head was beginning to feel like it was in a vice.

He needed more pills, alcohol, something, or else he was about to have a real problem.

"Hey, Ry. Hayes."

"What's good, Nat?" Ryan waved to Osi's girlfriend as they passed by the living room, Hayes offering her a slight nod.

Entering Ryan's bedroom, which was Hayes's old room, Ryan closed and locked the door behind them, setting his backpack on the floor. Hayes dropped his onto the bed and immediately began rooting through it. After about 15 seconds, he grew agitated, moving things around wildly and unzipping all the compartments. "The fuck…are my fuckin'…pills?" He stopped and glared at Ryan. "You took ‘em, didn't you?"

"Are you insane?" Ryan retorted. He shook his head, plugged his phone in, and peeled off his shirt, tossing it onto the bed.

"Wait…here they are. Shit." Hayes fumbled to uncap the bottle, shook three into his hand, and tossed them into his mouth, washing them down dry. He closed his eyes and began the mental countdown to when they would kick in and he would feel like a normal human being again. "Sorry, Rook."

They'd dropped TK off at his apartment after stopping at the store so he could replace his phone that had been stolen. They made sure he got into bed and was asleep before they left, Hayes seeing that his phone was nearby and that he had plenty of water. He really didn't want to leave him alone, but Ryan was adamant that TK was not welcome at his apartment. Hayes was also informed that if he even considered staying with TK instead of coming home with Ryan, after everything that had gone down already that day, their relationship would end.

Hayes checked his phone, making sure there were no crazy messages, but so far, so good.

But if he was being honest, it wasn't so good.

Hayes didn't want to be here with the man he loved more than anyone right now; he wanted to be with TK, getting drunk and high as fuck, forgetting about life for a few hours.

Forgetting about his terrible performance in the NHL and getting benched.

Forgetting about the fact that he'd held his teammate for eight hours next to a toilet a few nights ago to make sure he didn't die.

Forgetting about the threesome with Sev that had brought back painful memories of his sexual abuse that he'd managed to keep buried until now.

Forgetting about his fight with Ryan this morning because he didn't want to leave his teammate to potentially die on a beach alone.

Forgetting that TK almost got carted off to a California jail today.

Forgetting that he was currently going through opioid withdrawal and there wasn't anything he could do about it but take more drugs.

Tyler Hayes wanted to take more drugs to forget the fact that he needed to take more drugs.

This is completely fucked.

"Hayes?" Ryan asked loudly, noticing he'd spaced out for a few minutes. "You good?"

"Um…yeah," he said, shaking his head. "Fine."

"How many did you take?"

"Three."

Ryan snickered. "You know you're not supposed to take more than like, six in a twenty-four-hour period. You've had, like, 12 today."

"That is just a suggestion," Hayes remarked, imitating Baymax from Big Hero 6, watching as Ryan began hitting his pen in an attempt to even out the anxiety he was experiencing again lately. It'd come back earlier on the boardwalk and a few hits usually leveled him out.

"It's really…not," Ryan said, doing his best impersonation of Honey Lemon, then shaking off a feeling of regret as he remembered how much they used to love getting stoned and watching that movie together back when things were still somewhat normal.

"We jumped out a winnnndooow!" Hayes would always say, and the two would proceed to crack up.

Things had never been completely normal between these two broken boys, and honestly, they probably never would be.

But that's kind of what made it work between them.

Both had demons, persistent demons, and both had lost to those demons more times than they could count.

In spite of that, both were still standing, bloody and bruised, swingin' wildly at those motherfuckers with everything they had in them.

Unfortunately, Hayes was beginning to gas out.

"I'm taking a shower," Ryan announced, pulling off his jeans and boxers, tossing them into the hamper, and heading into his bathroom, leaving the door open behind him.

Hayes, who spoke fluent Ryanese, knew damn well that was an invitation.

Before following his sexy as shit boyfriend into the shower, he decided he needed a little pick-me-up. The oxys weren't hitting yet and there was no way he could be an effective fuck feeling the way he did. He waited until he knew Ryan was inside and heard the glass doors shut before rummaging through the second to last drawer in Ryan's nightstand.

It was the drawer Ryan never opened much, so it was the drawer Hayes had decided to stash some coke in the last time he was here, for such a time as this. He unwrapped the small bag from the two other larger plastic bags in which he'd hidden it, dipped a finger inside, and brought it to his face.

He shook his head, wiped his nose, and headed toward the bathroom, his heart thumping out of his chest. He stared at his boyfriend through the glass shower doors, immediately getting hard at the sight of Ryan's wet, naked body.

Ryan was the most beautiful human being Hayes had ever laid eyes on and he took every opportunity he could to appreciate just how gorgeous he really was.

"I think I could seriously just stare at you for the rest of my life and die happy," he told him, beginning to remove his clothes. "You're so fuckin' beautiful, Rook."

This earned him a half-smile from Ryan, as he slid one of the doors open. "Yeah? Get in here and show me how beautiful I am then."

Hayes shed the last of his clothes and climbed inside. "Don't gotta tell me twice." He brought both of his hands to Ryan's face, leaning in and attempting to kiss him, but Ryan pulled away. "What's wrong?"

"You're twitchy, blotchy, and your nose is bleeding. Did you?"

Hayes nodded. "Oxy hasn't kicked in yet and I wanna have sex with you. Just a little bump so I'm not completely useless."

"Get it from my nightstand?" Ryan asked, lifting his hand to his boyfriend's nose, gently wiping the blood away with his thumb, then rinsing his hand under the running water.

"How'd you…"

"I'm not stupid, Hayes."

"I know you're not, Rook."

"I fucking hate that you're doing this to yourself. I love you, but I hate this. I just need you to know that." Ryan wrapped both of his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "And I really hate that he's encouraging this shit."

"Don't fuckin' blame him!" Hayes snapped. "This is all me. Doesn't have shit to do with him."

"Yeah, OK," Ryan mumbled, pulling away from Hayes and turning his back to him.

"You know, I think I've figured it out, Rook." Hayes ran both hands up Ryan's back and gripped his shoulders.

"Oh, have you? What exactly have you figured out?"

"You," Hayes said, beginning to massage him. "You have a thing for him."

Ryan exaggerated a laugh. "Yeah. That's it."

"You do. You gonna tell me you don't think he's hot?"

"Are we seriously having this conversation right now?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Because I'd rather talk about literally anything else."

"Fine. We'll talk about something else."

"Good."

"Let's talk about why you haven't been eatin' my ass instead."

Ryan whipped around and stared wide-eyed at Hayes. "Um I'm sorry. What?"

"You heard me. That shit feels amazing. Why the fuck haven't we been doin' that?"

"I don't…I don't know. Why haven't you been eating my ass?"

"‘Cuz I've never done it before. But I bet you have, haven't you?"

"Yeah," Ryan said quietly.

Hayes poked his tongue out the side of his mouth and shook his head in disgust. "So, you've done it and you didn't think maybe that was somethin' I might like?"

Ryan rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. "Jesus, Hayes. If you want me to eat your ass, just ask. It's called communication."

"No, no. Forget it," he pouted, grabbing for the soap, then stopping himself, realizing that there was no point in cleaning himself considering the mess they were about to make in here. "You've had it done to you, too?"

"Hayes…"

"Have you? Come on, you said you'd rather talk about literally anything else."

"Fine. Yes. I've had it done to me." Ryan sighed, defeated.

"Guy or girl?"

"OK, that's enough…"

"Just tell me."

"Fine." He took a deep breath, preparing for the shitshow that would inevitably ensue. "Mar."

"Mar fuckin' ate your ass?" Hayes yelled, echoing throughout the bathroom.

Ryan laughed, cupping a hand over his mouth and pushing him against the wall of the shower. Ryan heard him mumbling something from behind his fingers. "Quiet, man. You can't yell that shit. I have a roommate." He removed his hand.

"OK. For one, it's Osi. Like he gives a shit. And two, just wait ‘til I talk to that bitch again. Huh…guess my ass wasn't good enough for her."

Ryan smiled, running both hands through Hayes's wet hair and tugging lightly. "You? Are ridiculous." He leaned in and pressed his lips lightly to his boyfriend's. "And I kinda love it."

Hayes gasped as Ryan drove his hips forward into his, their hard cocks pressing together. He reached both hands to Ryan's ass and squeezed, pulling him closer. "I wanna fuckin' devour you," Hayes whispered against Ryan's lips, the warm water running down both of their faces. "I keep thinkin' about the other night and how hot that was."

"Yeah? You liked having another man's cock up your ass, didn't you?"

"I did, and I don't know if you noticed, but I didn't take my eyes off you the entire time, Rook. Not once."

"Oh, I noticed. Even moaned my name while he made you cum. That was so hot, baby." Ryan forced his tongue into his mouth, causing Hayes's head to bump the shower wall as they kissed slowly while rolling their hips into each other's. "But I think," Ryan said, moving his hands to Hayes's shoulders and flipping him around to face the wall, "it's time I got a turn now. Put your hands against the wall above your head and don't move them."

Ryan wanted to see if Hayes would submit to him, the way he submitted to Sev the other night.

And without any protest, he did.

It turned out, Mr. Cocky Take Charge, Tyler Hayes?

What he really wanted was to be told what to do.

"Spread your legs," Ryan ordered, sliding his hands down the sides of Hayes's body. He stopped briefly to feel up his abs, ensuring that Hayes knew he thought they were sexy, as he dropped to his knees behind him. Hayes hinged at the waist, keeping his palms flat against the wall, moaning a little as Ryan spread him apart.

"Shit, Rook," he whimpered, as he felt Ryan work his tongue around on his balls, then slowly licked a path up to his hole. He teased it for a bit, barely touching it with just the tip of his tongue, seeing if he could make his boyfriend beg for it. Instead, he kept moving his hips backward, trying to get Ryan to do more.

So, Ryan stopped.

"Come on!" Hayes whined.

"What do you want?" Ryan asked coyly. "Tell me what you want."

"I want your tongue in my asshole."

"Beg for it."

"Please? Please, fuck, Rook. I need it."

"Well, since you said please." Ryan went back in full force, flattening his tongue and lapping aggressively at his boyfriend's ass, getting off on the way Hayes squirmed under his touch. He used both hands to pull him further apart and poked his tongue inside, as Hayes rocked his hips backward onto Ryan's face.

"Fuck, baby," Hayes moaned. "It feels so much better when you do it." He removed one hand from the wall and grabbed his own throbbing cock. Just as he began to jerk it, Ryan smacked his hand away.

"Not yet."

As tended to happen during sex, Ryan's mind began to wander into unanticipated territory.

"It feels so much better when you do it."

Suddenly, it wasn't him on his knees for Hayes anymore.

"You have a thing for him."

It was him on his knees for TK.

And it wasn't Hayes telling Ryan he was better than Sev.

It was TK telling Ryan he was better than Hayes.

And that ridiculous thought, for some reason, had Ryan's cock leaking.

He steadily tongue fucked his boyfriend's tight hole, imagining it was his hot as fuck teammate instead. He couldn't deny it; he did have a thing for TK: a primal desire to bury his fat cock up his ass. He slid one hand down and started to jerk himself off at the thought, but quickly stopped and stood up.

"Fuck, Rook. Why'd you stop?" Hayes whined, keeping his hands firmly fixed against the wall like Ryan had instructed. "That feels unbelievable."

"Because I'm gonna pound that tight little ass of yours now." He reached for the bottle of lube he kept in the shower, right next to the shampoo, and popped the cap open. "You want that, don't you?"

Hayes nodded rapidly, as Ryan reached up and turned the shower head away from them, so as not to wash away all the lube he was slathering onto himself. He didn't even care that he wasn't about to use a condom; he couldn't get inside his boyfriend fast enough.

He worked two lubed fingers inside Hayes, adequately prepping him since his cock was much fatter than Sev's. He angled them forward until Hayes moaned loudly, when he knew he'd hit his spot. Ryan moved his fingers around a bit, grinning at the unintelligible gibberish that left Hayes's mouth for the second time while having his prostate massaged. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Rook!"

"No, you're not," Ryan warned, immediately removing his fingers, leaving Hayes feeling empty. "You're not coming ‘til you're on my cock."

"Ugh, why have you not been sticking things in my ass this whole time?" Hayes complained. "This is what it feels like?"

"You can see why I didn't really wanna switch, huh?" Ryan said, bending his knees and grabbing onto Hayes's hip with one hand and lining himself up with the other. But Ryan was desperate. It'd been far too long since he'd fucked into anything but a mouth or a hand, and he needed this release.

Not to mention he'd been horned up over TK all day.

He leaned over and whispered into Hayes's ear. "Hey, do me a favor. And don't overthink it. Just do it, OK?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

"Think about him while I'm fucking you."

"Who, Sev?"

"No," Ryan groaned, pushing himself slowly inside. "I want you to…think about TK."

"Um…Rook?"

Ryan's hips hit Hayes's ass, and he whispered into his ear again. "I want you to imagine it's him fucking you, and then I want his name on your lips when you cum for me."

Hayes started to protest, but Ryan pulled all the way out and pushed back in, and Hayes saw stars as Ryan nailed his spot with his thick cockhead. "You love getting fucked, don't you, baby?"

"Yes…yes…ohyes."

"You'd love it if it was him inside you, fucking you nice and hard, wouldn't you?" Ryan panted, pounding into him with a steady rhythm as Hayes struggled to remain upright. Ryan hitched an arm around his waist to help steady him.

Hayes tried to make words, but all that was coming from his lips were moans and whimpers, as he thought about his hot as fuck teammate like his boyfriend had demanded.

He loved Ryan, but he'd been foaming at the mouth for TK since the minute he saw him. TK was absolute perfection: of Slovakian descent with a shredded body, dark hair and even darker eyes, a jawline that could cut through granite, and some serious DSL's. And though, to the best of Hayes's knowledge he wasn't gay, he'd made comments on several occasions indicating that he'd be down to play around a little.

Hayes hadn't made a move because he wasn't a cheater, but he wanted to.

God, did he want to.

He'd thought about it so many times, but this is never the way he'd pictured it in his head. And since this was as close as he'd ever get to it, he decided to do it his way.

"Stop for…a second," Hayes managed to say.

"Are you OK?" Ryan said, pulling out cautiously. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No. I can take a cock, Rook." Hayes turned to face him. "Sit. I wanna ride you."

"Yeah?" Ryan asked excitedly, immediately having a seat on the shower floor. "That's kinda ambitious."

"Yeah, well. The coke is doin' its thing and the oxys kicked in," he said, straddling Ryan's hips and bent legs as they awkwardly tried to maneuver their giant asses in the cramped space that was clearly not designed with two six-foot-three grown men fucking in mind. Ryan supported Hayes with both hands under his ass as he gripped Ryan's cock and lowered himself onto it.

"Ohfuck," Ryan moaned, eyes closed and picturing TK's wet, shirtless body from the beach earlier as Hayes started to ride him steadily.

"If there's anything I could, you know…help you out with, just, uh…let me know. I owe you one."

Yeah, you can milk this cock with your hot little ass until I empty my load deep inside it, you fucking piece of shit.

"Fuck, I'm coming." Ryan squeezed his eyes shut tight and whimpered, picturing TK bouncing in his lap, his greedy ass swallowing his cock. At the exact moment he let go inside his boyfriend, he felt Hayes's hot cum squirt onto his chest and his face as he moaned, "Trav…fuck, Trav," ever so faintly.

Ryan helped Hayes lift himself off his lap and onto the shower floor. They both sat there, ashamed to open their eyes and face each other as the post-nut clarity took over.

Ryan finally peeled his eyes open first, as Hayes began complaining about how weird it felt having cum dripping out of his ass. "Oh, it's so fuckin' gross, Rook," he said, staring down at it. "We ain't doin' this without a condom again."

Ryan reached his hand to Hayes's chin, tilting it up so they made eye contact. "Hey. I love you."

He'd expected Hayes to say it back, but instead, he asked, "Were you thinkin' about him, too?"

Ryan bit his bottom lip, nodding.

"You wanna have a threesome with him?"

Yes.

"No, Hayes. It's…fantasy. That's all. He's just…fuckhot, OK? I promise. Why? I mean…do you? Wanna have a threesome with him?" Ryan inquired.

Fuck yes.

"Nah. That'd be…weird. Right?"

"Yes. Very." Ryan leaned over and kissed Hayes on the cheek before he stood up and gasped. "Oh my God, it's still comin' out. It's still comin' out, Rook. Ugh!" he complained, as he grabbed the soap and loofa and began the cleanup effort.

Ryan raked his hands through his hair and let his head fall against the shower wall behind him, the water starting to go cold.

This is completely fucked.