Halftime Entertainment
Defensive Linebacker for the Chevali Firebirds Devlin Miski spends halftime with his favorite fox.
A little au thing where Dev and Lee broke up. They've moved on, but are still in contact with one another as friends. Colin, meanwhile, learns about Penny's extramarital activities, and making it work sometimes means letting things go. Without so much to hold tight to, he's more willing to talk, esp after someone lets his road activities slip and the team at large is made aware of his proclivities.
He and Dev talk, hook up, and who knows where that goes?
This is a work of fanfiction, the characters belong to Kyell Gold's Out of Position series.
Been sick lately, and still am, but was using my time where I didn't feel awful to work this out. Gonna hopefully be able to get back in the saddle soon!
Halftime. Coach gives us a speech-Daveed's not as personable as Samuelson was, and really it shows in how he dismisses us to meditate on our actions in the coming half. This really means that squad coaches and captains are left to wrangle and inspire us, but it's still early in the season and today's game is a wash-3 to 20- and nobody's got their heart in it. Many of us have our own rituals on how to handle things now, and once I've shaken the defensive squad, I find my fox hidden away. It's funny how quickly I'm on my knees, because it normally takes 300-pound linemen a lot more effort.
"You look good with a cock in your mouth, Dev," Colin says with an appreciative grunt.
I feel my brows furrow as I scowl at the fox, though I don't stop what I'm doing- I haven't actually even put him in my mouth, but the way he hurries me, the backhanded compliments, it's the closest thing to a compliment I can usually get out of him. My paws hold his hips as I return my gaze to his cock, which throbs with his anticipation. He hates when I tease him like this, but it's one of the many things I learned from my ex: building the tension goes miles with a fox.
His cock juts from his crotch, an angry red outcropping in a sea of white; his knot hasn't fully formed, but its bulbous shape hides in his sheath, waiting for the moment to draw back the curtain.
I stick out my tongue and can imagine what he sees; my broad head leaning forward as I draw it along his shaft, slowly, from base to tip, the rough texture bringing godsent sensation. He shivers the way I love, from nose to tail-tip, and when I glance at him, his ears are flicking in that adorable fox-blush.
His paws land on my head, the chocolate brown of his forearms framing my vision as he cups my round feline ears, blunt claws carding through my head-fur. My favorite thing about fucking another athlete is being able to feel the power in their body. He doesn't exert much pressure to bring me onto his shaft, but he doesn't have to-I let him. My own paws begin to trace up his muscular stomach-he flexes his abdominals beneath my fingertips, and I fight not to chuckle when I feel his tip at the back of my throat.
Supply closet blowjobs aren't the sexiest thing in the world, but the hurriedness of it, the fact that we've only got so long before we're back on the field, it gets to me, and I know it's getting to Colin. His tail swishes to and fro behind him while I work, and I can feel him begin to leak-another thing I love is just how productive he is.
I swallow the buildup of saliva and precum before taking a deep breath through my nostrils; above the smell of sanitizer and old equipment is him-all musky fox and masculine arousal. The offense might be getting stuffed at every opportunity, but he's still out there trying. I don't voice it now, and might not at all, but I really am proud of him. A guy can't play football without his whole heart in it, and lately, it's certainly been a better game for the both of us.
And anyway, the thought of stuffing him tonight has me so hard, I'm wishing I'd thought to drop my own pants. Hell, the pent-up anticipation might just give me the bump I need to stuff a few more runs, myself.
Colin breaks the quiet with a rough groan; I open my eyes expecting to look into a pair of baby blues and being faintly surprised by the pale green gaze looking back at me-but I don't stop sucking.
His grip on my skull tightens, and I grab his wrists, exerting my strength over him as I bring them to his sides. The energy in him coils, and I keep up my rhythm, letting him slide in and out against my tongue and the ridged roof of my mouth, careful not to scrape him much with my teeth. It doesn't take much longer-he grunts a low, "Fuck," and then I taste him, warm and bitter, as he fills my muzzle.
I swallow him-not necessarily because it's hot, but because I can't miss the opportunity to huff cum-breath in the direction of the opposing lineman who's been shittalking all game, no matter that I've kept him pretty much in his place the entire first half. The thought has me grinning-I'll have to let Lee know how he responds-and it doesn't escape Colin's notice either as I pull off him.
"What-what's so funny," he asks, panting.
I kiss his tip and watch the string of cum and saliva stretch until it breaks as I stand, knees popping despite the pads. "Thought of something funny."
He glares daggers at me, and I move in to kiss him. It's aggressively clear that I want him to taste himself, but the way his tongue mashes against mine lets me know that he knows and likes it.
We break apart at a knock on the door-Charm, probably, letting us know it's time to gear up.
Colin licks his lips, and I don't stop the hungry growl that builds in my throat. "Gonna share with the class?" He takes his time putting his junk away, carefully arranging things so it's not so obvious while he waits for his knot to deflate.
"Nah, I don't think I will," I say, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Let's get out there and play some ball, fox."