Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationship:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander

Additional Tags:

Married Sex, Anal Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Scott Hunter Loves Kip Grady, Fluff, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Spoilers for Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Canon - Game Changers Series & Heated Rivalry (TV) Combination, Comeplay, (kinda?? Idk what to call this it just came to me lol), Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Kip Grady, Service Top Scott Hunter, Soft Dom Kip Grady

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of love that is weighted in gold

Stats:

Published: 2026-01-05 Completed: 2026-01-07 Words: 3,726 Chapters: 3/3

shimmers that innocent light back

Summary

Finally, Kip starts laughing and presses a messy kiss to Scott’s cheek. “Stop it. Your face. Stop.”

Scott turns his head to the side to catch his lips in a proper kiss and then rubs their noses together.

“Your face,” he says and feels Kip’s little giggle as a soft puff of air against his cheek. He’s so weak for him, so utterly smitten. He could still melt into a puddle every time Kip so much as smiles at him.

-
really just some schmoopy married sex post-TLG because they deserve to be so, so happy together (and Scott is still down so bad it’s actually a little ridiculous)

Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

“I think Ilya Rozanov probably wanted to fuck you. You know, back in the day.”

Kip just throws it out there, all smiles and bright eyes, like that is in any way a normal thing to say to someone.

“What?” Scott asks, after he’s sputtered his way through a couple of unsuccessful attempts at forming a coherent reply.

To be fair, it is late and they’re maybe a little tipsy. Not drunk by any means, but buzzed enough to apparently let their minds wander down whatever path Kip’s is currently trekking.

It’s been a good night. After they hadn’t made it to Shane and Ilya’s wedding, Scott made sure to at least schedule in a quick visit in the late summer. It’s a bit of a tentative friendship – he’s always liked Shane, even if they were never very close before. But it’s still a little weird to actually think of himself as being friends with Ilya Rozanov. 

So Kip and Scott spent the day with them at their house in Ottawa but, despite the offer of a guest room, returned to their hotel after dinner. There are things that Scott would very much like to do to Kip tonight that he does not need Hollander and Rozanov in the same house for. God knows someone would probably make it into a competition somehow.

Anyway – here they are, pleasantly fuzzy on a couple of glasses of wine and tangled up in each other in their hotel bed, their clothes already off and strewn somewhere all over the room, when Kip decides to say…that.

“I just think – ”

Kip pauses to roll them over so he’s on top of Scott and kisses him in a way that is clearly a promise of something. He laces their fingers together on both hands, only to press Scott’s arms into the pillows on either side of his head, playfully pinning him in place.

“I just think he likes good boys, you know?” 

Oh, okay. It’s a game. And it actually has nothing to do with Rozanov.

Which is good, because what Scott likes is the teasing glint currently dancing in Kip’s eyes. The crooked little smile that tugs at his lips. That Kip still flirts with him like this even after all their years together.

“Yeah?” Scott looks up at him, licking his lips, watching Kip watch him. He strokes his thumbs over Kip’s knuckles where they’re still holding hands, but doesn’t try to move his arms. “And what about you?”

“I think I agree.”

Scott can tell Kip is trying so hard to stay serious, keep them in the moment, but they just can’t stop smiling at each other. It’s been a reflex for Scott from day one, and now he never has to fight it anymore, that warm bloom of happiness in his chest whenever he looks at his husband. It still feels unreal sometimes.

Finally, Kip starts laughing and presses a messy kiss to Scott’s cheek. “Stop it. Your face. Stop.”

Scott turns his head to the side to catch his lips in a proper kiss and then rubs their noses together.

“Your face,” he says and feels Kip’s little giggle as a soft puff of air against his cheek. He’s so weak for him, so utterly smitten. He could still melt into a puddle every time Kip so much as smiles at him.

“But – ” Scott takes a breath and tilts his hips up, letting Kip feel just how into this he actually is. He squeezes their hands together and pushes back against Kip’s hold on him just a little bit, deliberately flexing his arms and then softening, letting go. “I’ll be good for you, if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah,” Kip breathes. This is clearly doing something for him, because when he kisses Scott again, this time it’s so heated and filthy that Scott feels it everywhere in his body. He wants to put his hands all over Kip, bury his fingers in his hair, squeeze that gorgeous ass, but – he’s just promised not to. Kind of.

“Yes, you will,” Kip repeats with a quiet resolve that somehow manages to be both hot and completely adorable. He lets go of Scott’s hands and trails his fingers down the insides of his arms so gently that it almost tickles, raising goosebumps on Scott’s skin.

He kisses his way down the side of Scott’s neck and then sits back on top of his thighs, just looking at him for a moment. Scott feels like he’s a painting on display somewhere, with the way Kip’s eyes roam all over his body, drinking him in as if he doesn’t see Scott naked every day. Scott squirms and preens for him, tipping his head back and flexing his abs just to see the way Kip’s eyes darken.

“So,” he finally says, and realizes by the way that Kip’s mouth twitches that this was also part of the game, somehow. “What are you gonna do with me?”

Kip makes a thoughtful little humming sound, but doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans back down and licks a long, wet stripe from the hollow of Scott’s throat all the way down to his navel.

Scott moans and arches into it, suddenly feeling absolutely starved for Kip’s touch and attention; even more so when Kip twists to the side and grabs his bag from the foot of the bed, digging through it for – lube, probably. Somehow it feels almost unbearable to not have Kip’s eyes on him, even for just a few seconds. He does so love to show off for him, make him proud. Whether that’s scoring an impossible goal on the ice, surprising him with a little present or a special night out, or, like right now, using his body to give him whatever he wants, whatever he needs.

Scott grabs the pillow under his head on both sides, giving his hands something to do so he doesn’t reach out for Kip like he wants to. He meant it: He’ll be good.

Kip throws a bottle of lube and a black plug onto the bed and is instantly back on him with what now seems to be the same urgency Scott feels. When he kisses him, it’s deep and hungry, holding Scott’s face in both hands and grinding their hips together, hot and hard against each other.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” Kip whispers against his lips and Scott nods fervently, his body already thrumming for it, his head spinning with need. “You want it?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers back and spreads his legs for Kip in an almost unconscious gesture, making him chuckle. Kip likes it when he’s eager and that actually works out very well for Scott, because he’s always eager.

“But do you need it?”

And he knows Kip is just toying with him, one lubed finger already pressing inside while Scott makes a valiant effort at tearing apart the pillow he’s holding on to.

“I always need you,” Scott replies between two ragged breaths, “you know that. You know.”

“I do,” Kip says quietly, his smile soft and his fingers never stilling as he opens Scott up with practiced ease.

“And after – hmm. You’ll see,” Kip says, like he’s changed his mind at the very last second about letting Scott in on the plan.

But that’s okay. Scott lets himself fall into the moment, into the feeling of not having to do anything except what Kip wants him to. His head might as well be in the clouds with how that makes him feel – everything stripped down to one job, making the man he loves happy. It’s the most important job he’s ever had in his life, maybe the only one that ever really mattered. Definitely the only one that matters right now.

Scott lifts his hips for Kip to slide a pillow underneath, lifts his legs to his shoulders in a familiar little routine as Kip lines himself up. And he loves this, too, that warm security of a long-term relationship carrying over into sex, knowing each other inside and out, knowing exactly what works and how to get there.

“Okay, just keep – don’t move your hands,” Kip says and a part of Scott almost wants to make a little quip, because yes, he knows. But the moment Kip fully sinks into him, the urge to touch him gets so overwhelmingly strong that Scott will readily admit he probably did need the reminder. He has to close his eyes for a second, to breathe through it.

“And also,” Kip adds, sounding a little shaky as he starts pumping his hips, going strong right away and fucking into Scott with what feels like single-minded determination. Taking what he wants from him. It feels so good. So good. “Also. Don’t come.”

Chapter End Notes

....oh no, whatever might happen next?! could it be more sex?

stay tuned for chapter 2 I guess :D

title from Eldest Daughter by Taylor Swift, because the bridge makes me think of Scott: 'Cause I thought that I'd never find that beautiful, beautiful life that shimmers that innocent light back

Chapter 2

Chapter Notes

Scott makes a distressed little sound that is pathetic even to his own ears and Kip just smiles all the brighter for it. He looks so beautiful, cheeks a little pink with the exertion, a light sheen of sweat on his chest and forehead, his arms strong where he’s holding Scott’s thighs in place.

“Not fair.”

It’s not that Scott necessarily cares about fair right now, it’s just – he’s so hard, his cock red and heavy between them and he’s not entirely sure he can.

“It’s part – of the plan,” Kip says and grunts as he adjusts his angle, making Scott want to fall to pieces with how it sets his whole body on fire. Not helping. “You’ll see.”

Maybe if Kip doesn’t touch him. Which, it looks like he’s not going to, and he obviously can’t touch himself, so. Maybe. Probably. Okay. He can probably do it for Kip. Yes.

“Okay,” Scott finally says, as if his input is at all required right now. He’s – drifting, kind of, falling into the pleasure that he knows won’t lead anywhere just yet. Suspended in time, watching Kip thrust into him, panting his way through an onslaught of sensations.

He can tell Kip is quickly getting close by the little noises he makes, the way his fingers dig into the meat of Scott’s thighs and – fuck, the way Kip looks at him like he’s his favorite dessert.

“Come on,” he whispers, pushing back against Kip’s movements, just a little bit, because he’s not entirely sure he’s supposed to be moving any parts of his body, but surely this is okay –

Scott can feel his cock twitch in sympathy when he watches Kip come apart, and just like every single time, it’s somehow the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“Oh my God,” Kip sighs, once his hips have stilled and all the tension has drained from his body. He turns his face to press kisses to whatever part of Scott he can reach (which is, in this case, somewhere right above his knee), rubbing his hands up and down Scott’s legs. “That was so good.”

“Kip,” Scott says, his voice strained with the absolute need to put his arms around him right now. Turns out he can control himself for most of the sexy stuff, but not the prospect of post-coital cuddles, go figure. “Sweetheart. Please.”

“Oh. Yes, one sec,” Kip says, looking around and reaching for the plug that’s still lying on the bed next to the bottle of lube. “Stay put.”

He fixes Scott with a pointed look that is so earnest and cute that Scott wants to melt all over again. At least he’s not wearing the little reading glasses right now, because that would be a lethal combination. Scott would die of an overload of soft feelings in his heart right here in this random hotel bed in fucking Ottawa, with his dick still out. And that would just be kind of embarrassing.

Scott waits more or less patiently as Kip pulls out of him and then – oh yeah, that’s what the plug was for. His breath hitches when Kip pushes it inside him, the widest part big enough to still be a bit of a stretch as it slips in. He wants to ask about it, but is quickly distracted by Kip crawling up the bed next to him and placing a very innocent little kiss right on his nose.

“You’re free, baby,” he says sweetly.

Letting out a groan of utter relief, Scott has him flat on his back in less than a second, covering Kip’s body with his own and doing his best to kiss him absolutely senseless.

“That was torture,” he announces dramatically, his big hands running all over Kip’s shoulders and chest like he hasn’t touched him in months and not…five whole minutes, probably. “In a good way. But still.”

Kip’s laugh turns into a squeal when Scott goes for his neck, fingers digging into the sensitive spots at his sides. God, he just wants to eat him alive.

“Now who’s not fair?” Kip sounds a little breathless and very happy with himself. Good.

In place of an answer, Scott grinds down against him, his hard cock sliding against Kip where he’s soft and still a little slick with lube, easing the friction. Kip’s hands stroke down his back and over his ass, pulling him in and then pressing down on the base of the plug, drawing a groan out of Scott.

“I want you to fuck me,” Kip says right into Scott’s ear, his fingers still idly playing with the plug, and oh right – there was a part two to the plan. One Scott can absolutely get on board with. “With that still in. With – ”

Kip breaks off when Scott starts sucking a bruise into the skin just above his collarbone, but Scott thinks he probably knows where that sentence was supposed to go. Fuck. The thought makes him feel hot all over.

“With that plug keeping your come inside me while I fuck you?”

Kip nods and Scott just has to kiss him again, if the way he’s devouring Kip’s mouth can still even be called that. He’s blindly reaching for the bottle of lube at the same time, which has to be – ah, right there.

Scott drinks in all the breathy little sounds Kip makes as he fingers him open, almost dizzy with how much he needs to be inside him.

“Did you just come up with this today?” he asks between hot, urgent kisses. “Were you thinking about it over dinner?”

“Maybe,” Kip replies, his fingers now tangling into Scott’s hair, holding his head in place to be kissed some more, as if Scott needs any further incentive. “Come on, I’m good.”

Scott crooks his fingers inside him just to hear Kip moan and then pulls out to slick himself up, watching Kip give his own cock a few strokes at the same time. He’s not fully hard again, but definitely getting there.

“How do you want it?”

It’s a variation of a question they both ask all the time, checking in, gauging the mood, just making things good for each other. But it does feel a little different today, more like Scott is requesting new instructions. Tell me how you want me to please you. He can feel his mind slowing down again. Only one job to do. He’ll be good.

“Mhmm…start slow,” Kip hums and Scott makes a choked-off sound as he pushes into him, folding Kip’s legs back against his chest, pressing their bodies together as close as they can be.

“Slow,” Scott repeats, a strain in his voice. It’s – not what he would have gone for, to say the least. But that doesn’t matter, he doesn’t even need to worry about all that. He already knows he can be patient and he’s going to do so well giving Kip whatever he wants.

Kip laughs, wrapping his arms around Scott’s shoulders as if to comfort him in his distress. “I said start slow.” He squeezes his thighs around Scott’s waist, pulling him in. “And then fuck my brains out, Hunter.”

Chapter End Notes

...whoops, adding another chapter to the count because these two are taking their sweet time to finish :)

Chapter 3

Chapter Notes

“Oh God,” Scott groans, Kip’s words lighting sparks all over his body. Yes. Fuck. Yes. He can absolutely do that. He finds a good rhythm to start them off, shallow little pulses of his hips; their faces pressed close, the kisses they trade a little off-center, uncoordinated.

“Just like that,” Kip sighs into it, his hands running all over Scott’s back and shoulders like he can’t touch enough of him at once. “You feel fucking incredible.”

And honestly, Scott likes this so much, too: When they take things slow with each other, touching and kissing every part of Kip’s body, drowning in his taste and smell and his soft sounds of pleasure. It would be easier to fully commit to if he wasn’t as worked up as he is and, oh, maybe if he didn’t have that plug inside him, shifting with every move and reminding him exactly why it’s there. Fuck.

So really, it’s probably not so bad for the both of them, taking their time a little bit. Kip can get hard again and Scott can maybe calm down a little bit, so this isn’t over before they even get to the main event.

Scott reaches between them to give Kip’s cock a few more strokes, loose and easy because he’s still sensitive, though almost fully hard now. Kip responds beautifully like he always does, moaning into Scott’s mouth and then pressing down on his shoulders just a little bit. It’s barely even a nudge but Scott knows what he wants, dropping his mouth to Kip’s chest and licking over a nipple, drawing another breathy little noise out of him.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Scott mutters almost absently, smearing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over Kip’s pecs and collarbones. Who wouldn’t wanna be good for you?

And he can feel the way that things heat up between them, Kip drawing his legs up higher and twisting his fingers into Scott’s hair, rocking his hips up to meet his movements and take Scott just a little deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Kip groans, clinging to Scott now like he’s trying to pull him inside his own body everywhere at once.

Scott speeds up his thrusts and Kip keeps moaning and clawing at his back, so - yeah, okay, they’re pretty much done with slow and gentle. He grabs Kip’s hips, giving himself better leverage, and drives into him harder, the way he knows he likes.

“Love you so much,” Scott slurs into Kip’s skin, his face now hidden against the crook of his shoulder. Kip only clutches him harder, turning his face so he can bury his nose in Scott’s hair, his breath coming fast and hot.

“Love you,” he replies, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Kip says that a lot, actually, but all the synapses in Scott’s brain still light up like a Christmas tree at the praise every single time. It makes him want to be. Perfect for Kip.

Which definitively includes making Kip come first (again), and Scott is currently putting his all into it. He may be an athlete, but that doesn’t stop his muscles from burning as he pounds into Kip, breath heavy and covered in sweat. He loves every second of it; loves that Kip loves it, crying out beneath him when Scott wraps his fingers around his cock again, jerking him hard and fast in time with his thrusts.

And Kip looks like - sounds like, feels like - he’s close, thank fuck, because Scott isn’t gonna last, not after all this. He can already feel it, pleasure curling hot and tight inside his gut, waiting -

Kip stutters out a series of frantic breaths and then comes with a full-body shudder, absolutely falling apart under Scott. He arches his back and spills between them, what little there is still left so soon after his last orgasm.

Scott can barely even think anymore, all he knows is the feeling of burying himself inside Kip, his whole body throbbing with his release as he spurts into him, groaning his relief into Kip’s skin.

He is distantly aware of pulling out and rolling off of Kip, collapsing onto his back next to him and catching his breath. His entire existence narrows down to breathing and sweating for a minute. Kip sighs happily and threads their fingers together, his thumb stroking over Scott’s wedding ring.

“Brains fucked out?” Scott finally asks, his eyes still closed.

“Mhmm. Head empty. Heart full.”

“Not the only place that was full.”

“Pfft.” Kip smacks his chest with their joined hands and Scott laughs, pulling him close and wrapping him up in his arms, tucked safely against his chest, sweat and mess be damned. They will have their cuddles.

“I liked that,” Scott whispers when they’re settled in, lying wrapped up in each other like the rest of the world doesn’t even exist. “I liked that so much.”

Kip’s answering smile is soft as he runs his thumb over Scott’s cheek, his eyes gentle and loving. “I’m glad you did.”

“I wanna do that thing with the plug again,” Scott says and Kip makes a little noise of agreement. He takes a breath and swallows, pressing his face into Kip’s hair. “Next time there’s some fancy black-tie event.”

“Oh yeah?”

“But I want you to wear it. Fuck you right before we leave, and then…”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, okay.” Kip presses a kiss to the base of Scott’s throat, his fingertips drawing little circles on Scott’s skin. “I mean, I like the idea, but it’s probably not gonna be very comfortable.”

“We’ll leave early. Like, super early.”

Kip lifts his head and narrows his eyes at him. “I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Scott shrugs and kisses his forehead. “Just wanna show you off.”

“I think you just want a really nice photo of us in our suits that you can look at and be extra horny about, because you’ll remember I was full of your come when it was taken.”

Scott can feel his cheeks heat. He hadn’t even thought of that, but – “Now that you mention it…”

“Fair enough, I’m in. We can put the picture on the fridge.” He gives Scott a quick, noisy kiss on the mouth and then tucks himself back under his chin. 

“Oh, just one thing though,” Scott says, suddenly remembering how this whole thing started out. “Please don’t mention Rozanov while we’re in bed ever again.”

Chapter End Notes

...and that's a wrap! (I never usually start posting while I'm still writing, so this is maybe weirdly broken up / paced, but I was a little too excited about the new fandom and just wanted to get in on the fun)

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