Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Kip Grady & Kyle Swift, Kip Grady & Maria Villanueva, Kip Grady & Elena Rygg

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Maria Villanueva, Kyle Swift, Elena Rygg, Shawn (Game Changers)

Additional Tags:

Scott Hunter Loves Kip Grady, Kip Grady loves Scott Hunter, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Kip Grady, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Marking, Possessive Sex, Orgasm Edging, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Soft Dom Kip Grady, POV Kip Grady

Language:

English

Series:

Part 5 of moments I play in the dark

Stats:

Published: 2026-03-11 Completed: 2026-03-14 Words: 8,917 Chapters: 2/2

know that body like it's mine

Summary

Scott has absolutely no idea what he’s in for. Kip knows this because Scott seems…unconcerned. Actually, he knows it because he asked for it so easily; replied to Kip’s somewhat frantic text of I just wanna edge you for hours with let’s try that, calm as anything.

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Scott asks, Kip delivers. Some slight detours are taken first.

Notes

woodenducks requested that Kip should keep his promises made via horny text message and edge Scott – who am I to refuse? (we had to take a few detours first though, because my brain said so. no actual edging until chapter 2)

Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

“So, if I wanted to edge – someone,” Kip starts and turns to Kyle. All his friends know about Scott at this point, which is a big relief. Still, he tries not to use his name when they’re out in public like this. If he’s learned anything on Twitter in the meantime, it’s that hockey fans are ferocious and have eyes and ears everywhere. “Got any advice?”

It’s an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon in late spring and Maria convinced everyone to go to Riis Beach, so they could “be gay somewhere else for once, why are we at a stuffy bar when the sun is out?”. A very valid point that nobody dared to argue.

Elena brought some sort of fruity spritz drink for everyone that admittedly packs much more of a punch than expected, and Shawn is playing loungey house music from his phone. Kip kind of feels like he’s at least five years younger, when a day out like this was still a lot more of a common occurrence than it is now, between all of their constantly conflicting schedules.

Kyle gives Kip an odd look over his sunglasses and takes a sip of his drink. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re the expert, allegedly,” Shawn supplies. “Always pretend like you personally invented it or something.”

“Go, go, go, then stop. Wait for a bit, do it all over again. It’s not that deep,” Kyle says a bit curtly and lies back onto his towel on the sand, closing his eyes.

“Okay,” Kip replies, a little taken aback. “Thanks for nothing? I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”

“It really isn’t that deep,” Elena confirms. She looks like a movie star, a big black hat and red-rimmed sunglasses shielding her face.

And maybe they’re both right, but Kip isn’t going to be satisfied doing a mediocre job here. Scott asked for it after Kip mentioned it in a text and Kip is determined to blow his mind.

The mood is weirdly tense for a moment and Kip is about to say something when Maria takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. “We’re getting ice cream,” she announces, “anyone want any?”

Once they’ve collected everyone’s orders like the reliable former Straw+Berry professionals they are and walked far enough down the beach to be out of earshot, Maria turns to Kip and gives him a somewhat exasperated look.

“What the hell was that?” Kip asks and Maria shakes her head.

“Look, you gotta stop telling Kyle that kind of stuff about S–“ She cuts herself off and rolls her eyes. “About your boyfriend, okay?”

“Why? I know he isn’t exactly his biggest fan, but…” He shrugs. For their standards, Kip didn’t start an unusual conversation; it’s not weird to talk about their sex lives to each other.

The group chat is the holder of so many dirty secrets that they could write one of those smutty airport novels with the dramatic covers out of it at this point. He has personally talked Maria out of a mini panic attack before her first time trying anal – right before it, while she was hiding in some drunk frat boy’s bathroom – and then again right after it. They have pooled together all their medical knowledge (which was still zero, even combined) to decide whether that weird spot on Shawn’s left testicle required a doctor’s attention or not.

Bottom line – boundaries do not exist between them. Kip is obviously a lot more mindful of Scott’s privacy now than he was with short-lived hookups in the past, and he doesn’t share any intimate details. But still. The edging question was tame as hell.

“Look, I shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re both being stupid, so – he wouldn’t like anyone much that’s dating you, okay?”

“What do you mean?” Kip asks.

“Oh my God, baby, use your brain, please.”

“He doesn’t like that I have a boyfriend and he doesn’t right now?” Kip wonders. Which makes no sense, because Kyle could have his pick of guys if he wanted to, he just doesn’t seem too inclined to put any effort into looking lately.

“Kip,” Maria interrupts. “He’d kill me for telling you, and you can’t let him know that you know, but he’s pretty much in love with you, okay? And it’s shit for him, hearing about – someone, all the time.”

“Oh.” It feels like someone just knocked all the air out of Kip’s lungs. He forces himself to take a deep breath. “I had no idea.”

“No, of course not, because he doesn’t want you to know.”

“And I’m talking about Scott all the time, asking him – oh fuck.” Scott’s name slips out before Kip even thinks about it, but he can’t beat himself up about that now, too. It makes him feel nauseous, thinking about all the conversations they’ve had as a group since he got back together with Scott, all the shifts at the Kingfisher he’s spent telling Kyle about nothing but Scott – and all this time, Kyle listened and nodded and smiled and never said anything. And Kip never even noticed anything wrong.

“Listen, you’re in love, okay? Like, head over heels, kiss in the rain, The Notebook kind of love. Of course you don’t see anything else right now.”

“What should I do? Should I talk to him?”

“No, are you even listening? Don’t talk to him,” Maria insists. “He’ll get over it, just, like, don’t actively make it harder, okay?”

They’ve made it to the ice cream place and Kip follows her to the queue in front of the counter in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, no, of course not. Okay.”

“Good. That’s all I wanted to say.”

“You know I love Kyle a lot, right?” he adds. Maria and Kyle have become really close since she moved into his place and Kip doesn’t want her to get the wrong impression just because he’s been, admittedly, very preoccupied with his own relationship for the past few months and not really the best source of support to his friends. Or noticed much of anything that was going on with them. “But just not –”

“Yes, we all know. It’s all right. Don’t, like, guilt-trip about it.” The queue moves up and Maria rattles off their order to the bored-looking teenager behind the counter. Ha. They have to wear silly hats here, too. Kip certainly knows all about that. “He’ll meet some hot daddy, like, next month and forget all about you. Just…give him a sec.”

“I’ll shut up about the sex stuff.”

“Well, yeah.” She collects two ice cream cones from the little cone holder and motions for Kip to get the rest. “But please do remember, that doesn’t include me. You better tell me all about how you wanna torture that beautiful man.”

---

“– and, like, I’m not even his type at all? So I really don’t get it. But maybe I should have seen it? Ugh, and I was horrible to him.”

Kip is still a little rattled (and a little tipsy) when he gets back to Scott’s place that evening and takes to pacing back and forth around the bedroom while Scott listens very patiently. He’s been unpacking his bag after getting back from the latest away game, and Kip knows he’s getting in the way of that a little bit but can’t really bring himself to care.

“I’m sure you weren’t horrible,” Scott soothes. “You never are.”

He presses a kiss to Kip’s forehead when he walks by and then sits on the end of the bed, all his stuff put away. “So, uh. Any other friends I should know about that are secretly in love with you?”

“No,” Kip sighs. “Not that I know of, at least. I really thought we wouldn’t get messy like that, you know? Like most queer friend groups end up being, where everyone has dated everyone and slept with everyone.”

“Oh?” Scott asks, because – no, of course he doesn’t know about that.

“No, I mean, it’s just a cliché, really. But it happens. Like, I fooled around with Shawn some, but that was way back in the day.”

“You –” Scott clears his throat. “Okay. And that’s – normal?”

Kip is really stepping in it left and right today, but he just can’t stop himself from rambling. “It wasn’t even a thing, just – college. I – we’re also not really each other’s type.”

Something seems to shift in Scott’s eyes then, like he’s just made a decision, and he grabs Kip by the hem of his shirt to stop him from pacing any further. Kip lets himself be reined in and sighs. “Sorry, I’m being weird. Doesn’t help that we were drinking that fruity booze all afternoon, I’m all – woozy and sweaty and I need a shower.”

“No, you don’t,” Scott says, his voice suddenly a little lower. He gets up from the bed and hooks two fingers right into the waistband of Kip’s shorts to pull him in. Kip’s breath hitches in his throat and he stumbles forward. Scott brushes his nose along Kip’s jawline, down the side of his neck, breathing him in.

“Your friends know you’re mine, right?” Kip shivers at the tone in Scott’s voice and nods slowly.

For all the secrecy in the beginning of their relationship, Scott really does seem to enjoy this now, having at least a few select people know about them. I want people to know you’re mine really wasn’t just a line, it just took Kip a while to understand that Scott actually has a hidden possessive streak a mile wide. It rarely gets activated, given their circumstances, but this, right now – this seems to do it.

And also, there’s probably a little bit of insecurity in the mix, Kip realizes. He forgets sometimes, how new Scott technically still is to all of this, being in a relationship, and any kind of gay culture at all. But if Scott is overcompensating a little right now, falling back into a role he knows, well – Kip is very, very okay with that. He can reap the benefits of Scott’s mood and give him all the reassurance he may need at the same time. Everyone wins.

“Do you think they need to be reminded?” Scott doesn’t waste any time, his hands sliding up under the back of Kip’s t-shirt and then right down into his shorts and underwear, cupping his ass.

“No?” Kip says, and it comes out a little shaky. “But.”

“But?” Scott prompts, a finger ghosting over the valley between Kip’s cheeks. Any higher brain functions spontaneously disengage. “Maybe you do?”

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely,” Kip breathes. Scott hauls him closer with both hands, pressing their bodies together from head to toe. He makes a needy little sound when he feels just how hard Scott is already.

“I saw those pictures Maria posted.” And that’s right, they took photos at one point, Kip had already forgotten all about it. She must have tagged him, if Scott saw them.

“In your little swimming trunks,” Scott continues, laying a hot trail of kisses up the side of Kip’s neck until he gets to right below his ear. “Who wouldn’t want to fuck you?”

Kip gasps, heat spreading everywhere in his body with how unexpectedly dirty that got. It’s enough sometimes, just a touch and the right sentence whispered into his ear, to have him half out his mind. He loves when Scott uses that to his advantage.

“Take your pants off,” Scott says roughly and presses his finger down, warm and insistent against Kip’s rim. It takes a moment for his brain to even catch up, but then he’s scrambling for his zipper, pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down to his knees. The swim trunks in questions are in his backpack somewhere and should probably be hung up to dry, but –

“I bet they were all looking at you.” Scott keeps massaging the tight ring of muscle with just one finger, but Kip already wants to melt into a puddle on the floor. He steps out of his pants, kicking them to the side. “But they can’t touch you.”

“Fuck,” Kip chokes out when he starts pressing inside, even if it’s only the tiniest bit, dry like this. But it’s enough to make his knees feel weak. “Because I’m yours.”

“Because you’re mine,” Scott confirms, lips now dragging down Kip’s throat, his tongue wet and eager when he traces it over the skin along the V-neck of Kip’s t-shirt. “Off.”

Kip pulls his shirt over his head and immediately presses close again, his breaths heavy with want. Scott is sucking at a spot right underneath his collarbone hard enough to bruise and Kip shudders against him, arching into it.

It usually does bruise pretty easily and he kind of wants to go to the beach again marked up like this, take his shirt off and let everyone see it; see how he’s loved, how he’s been claimed. 

The thing is, when Scott first gave his little speech about being too intense, Kip almost laughed. Because maybe he knows just a little bit about that. He doesn’t fall in love a lot, but when he does, he falls fast. Hard. There’s an edge to it that can sometimes border into slightly obsessive territory, and he knows that, too.

He had to learn to rein it in, to hold back – not to let himself fall into things and lose both his head and his heart, not to want too much all the time.

That’s why he wasn’t exactly worried about what he was getting into with Scott when they first met. In terms of unavailability, a closeted star athlete was only the icing on a very familiar cake. So Kip was ready to play by the rules he had learned: have a good time but leave before morning. Only Scott hadn’t wanted that.

And Scott still doesn’t want that, because Scott is crazy about him and Kip is crazy right back.

He turns them around and pushes Kip down on the bed, big hands pressing down on Kip’s chest. It always reminds him of their first night together, how unbelievable it felt at the time that Scott would even be into him at all.

“Show me,” Kip says now, with Scott looking down at him with dark, half-lidded eyes like he’s preparing to eat him alive and can’t quite decide where to take the first bite.

The way Scott kisses him, so fierce and hungry, really does feel like being claimed. Kip clings to him, pulling at the fabric of Scott’s shirt until he briefly leans back to yank it off over his head. Kip loves this so much – Scott caging him in with his arms, covering Kip’s body with the solid weight of his own. He loses himself in the feeling of Scott’s back muscles shifting under his hands when he lays hot kisses all over Kip’s chest.

Scott reaches for the bedside table and gets the lube out, his finger cool and wet when it presses into Kip only a moment later, that delicious first moment of being stretched drawing a throaty sound out of him.

“That’s it, feel it,” Scott whispers into Kip’s skin, “let me in.” He crooks his finger and pumps it in and out a few times before adding a second one. He sucks at Kip’s skin again, deepening the mark he left earlier; already a bright, angry red. Kip’s hands fly up to the back of Scott’s head, burying themselves in his hair to keep him in place.

“Please. More.” Kip isn’t even sure what he means, but Scott just gives him more of everything – another finger pushing inside, opening him up, a bite to the side of his pec that makes Kip cry out. He can feel his head spinning with it already, wanting so fucking much all at once, feeling so needy for it. He lets himself want.

He pulls Scott’s head up to slot their lips back together, and Scott groans into his mouth, the kiss so full of tongue and fire that Kip feels like he can taste his need in it. Scott somehow manages to take his pants off without breaking away and then he’s slicking himself up, pushing Kip’s legs back against his chest, smearing lube and precome around his rim as he lines up.

“Mine,” Scott repeats against Kip’s lips, “all mine, don’t you doubt it for a second.”

Kip makes a high, helpless noise when Scott pushes in. It feels like all the nerve endings in his body start firing at once, that first moment always one of his favorite parts. The pressure. How full he feels. How Scott always checks in before he completely takes him apart. How safe that makes him feel.

“Breathe, baby,” Scott whispers, as if on cue, and kisses him a lot more slowly. “You with me?”

“Yours,” Kip replies. He feels drunk, a lot more so than he actually is, and his lips stretch into a smile all of their own accord.

“That’s right.” Scott has barely started rocking his hips into him and Kip is already panting, already so gone on him, his body and his heart unabashedly greedy for Scott.

“Tell me,” he slurs and Scott grunts, adjusting his angle so he can thrust deeper.

“Yeah? Tell you how – no one else fucking lays a hand on you?” He drops his head to the crook of Kip’s shoulder, his hand coming up to squeeze his pec, thumbing over his nipple almost painfully.

Kip moans, the sound thick and pitiful, and runs his hands all over Scott’s shoulders, touching as much skin as he possibly can, like he’s trying to absorb all of Scott into himself.   

“Because you come home to me.” Scott has found a steady rhythm, hitting the right spot every time, and Kip is dissolving, disintegrating, crumbling. He hooks his legs around Scott’s waist, pulling him in, wrapping himself around him.

“You say my name when you come.”

Scott is mouthing at his neck, not even really kissing him, just panting into his skin and licking the salt of Kip’s sweat off him. He digs his thumb into the bruise on Kip’s chest and Kip whines, his back arching up off the mattress, chasing the touch, the little edge of pain. “Yes. Yes.”

“I want – fuck. I want everyone to see that.” Scott is unraveling above him, his hips snapping forward hard and fast and it sounds like even stringing a sentence together is taking everything out of him. “I want – my name on yours, my ri-“

He cuts himself off then, but Kip’s brain helpfully autocompletes what it thinks Scott would have said: my ring on your finger. Very appropriately, Scott grabs Kip’s hand and presses it into the mattress, lacing their fingers together as he thrusts into him. Yeah. Yeah. That’s what Scott wanted to say, Kip just knows it.

“Yes,” he pants, squeezing Scott’s hand back so hard it must hurt, “yes, yes, fuck. Scott. Oh my God.”

He feels insane, and it is, all of it. It’s been what, eight months? But Kip knows, he knows it in his heart and soul and has for a while. This is it. Scott is it.

Scott’s other hand reaches between them, stroking Kip hard and fast, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Kip almost sobs when he comes, his whole body seizing up with it and clinging to Scott with all his strength, pulling him closer, closer, inside himself as much as physically possible.

Scott follows him only a few seconds later and bites down on the tendon in Kip’s shoulder, driving himself into him so deep that Kip could swear he feels it all the way up to his throat.

Scott’s groan turns into little whispers as his hips slow: “I love you”, “I love you”, “you’re mine”.

Yes, Kip thinks. Yes, I am. Every last bit of me is yours.

---

“I, uh. Got a little carried away,” Scott says later, when they’re holding each other close and have both cooled down a bit, his fingers trailing up and down Kip’s back. “I don’t – I know that was probably too much.”

“No,” Kip replies. “I mean – yeah. But also no.”

“Those are some slightly mixed messages, babe.” Scott is laughing, but it sounds more than a little nervous.

“I like too much. You know that.” Kip kisses him, soft and easy, and then gasps when Scott’s hand slides down, one finger carefully slipping back inside him where he’s still wet and open. “That kind of too much, too.”

They both know it’s not going anywhere, but it’s pleasant enough to make Kip shiver with how sensitive he is, and he likes feeling this close while they trade more slow kisses. Scott, Kip knows, also likes pushing his come back into Kip after he fucks him, and he kind of wishes he didn’t find that as hot as he actually does.

“One little note though,” Kip finally says and Scott hums, signaling he’s listening. “Maybe –“

He nearly doesn’t say it. Nearly stops himself, because what if this is going to be the thing that really is too much, too soon? Scott said it, but that was still during sex and now it’s technically not. And also, what if Scott is allowed to say these things, but Kip isn’t, and what’s meant to be playful little comment is going to ruin everything?

He takes a breath and reminds himself that it’s all fine. He’s safe. It’s Scott. “Maybe I want my name on yours. My ring on your finger.”

The noise that tears out of Scott’s throat sounds borderline painful and he immediately kisses Kip so hard that it knocks their teeth together and all the breath out of Kip’s lungs.

“Yes,” Scott says, sounding hoarse. “I want that, too. All of it. I want everything with you.”

They stare at each other, both a little helpless and shaken by the moment. What Kip is feeling right now, hot and alive inside him, wrapping around his heart and swimming through his veins, he knows is going to consume him whole. And he also knows he’s going to let it.

“Glad we’re having this conversation with your finger still half up my ass,” he says then, because whatever is happening very urgently needs defusing before someone starts crying. “It’s very romantic.”

Scott laughs and pulls his hand away (well, okay, that wasn’t the plan), pressing a kiss to Kip’s cheek.

“Warming up my finger for that ring,” he says and Kip groans. He has severely miscalculated on what allowing and playing into Scott’s sentimental notions would do to the man’s brain chemistry. (It’s not even the right finger either.)

“That’s disgusting, I’m changing my mind. You’re actually gross.”

“Too late.” Scott nudges their noses together in an entirely too-cute gesture. He looks like he can’t physically stop smiling. “I’m keeping you forever.”

Chapter End Notes

Title from I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift

(I’ve already used My Regards by Maisie Peters for another fic title, but that entire song is very much the vibe for both of them in this chapter btw)

Here is the inspiration for Kip at the beach with his friends! Thank you to pigeonpatch on the Skip discord who told me New York actually has a gay beach I could send them to!

Oh Scott and Kip, I love you but why is the most cheesy, domestic, and heteronormative nonsense somehow a kink to you (and I feel obligated to write it)? (:

Chapter 2

Chapter Notes

Elena is not impressed. She rarely is, with anything, but she is particularly not impressed with the heart eyes Kip is currently making while he’s recounting his and Scott’s conversation from the weekend. (The edited version anyway, because even Elena doesn’t need to know the more detailed circumstances of that whole exchange.)

“Okay, first of all. If he’s gonna propose, he needs to go full Jane Austen and ask my permission. Because you were my Kip first.”

“Elena,” Kip groans. It’s sweet, but entirely unnecessary. No one is proposing, it was just – stating an intention. For some undisclosed point in the future. A commitment to a commitment. Symbolic.

“Second of all, that permission is not guaranteed. I need to hear him make a really good case for himself.” She takes pity on him, finally, and sighs. “You know I’m just looking out for you, right? He’s a great guy, but his life is complicated.”

“I know. I know that, Elena,” Kip says a little sourly. “We’ve been living it.”

“Okay, Christopher. Please relax.” She gives him a playfully stern look and Kip raises his hands in surrender.

Elena is good at absolutely everything in the world except cooking, but because Kip is an excellent friend, he doesn’t say anything when she invites him over for dinner and produces what is usually either the blandest pasta dish in existence or a collection of vegetables he has never seen or heard of in his entire life. Sometimes, like today, she gives up after one bite and they just order takeout instead, which Kip also does not say a word about.

“And also, no you haven’t. There’s an entire world between what you’re doing and being a hockey wife or something.”

“I’m not gonna be –”

“Oh, but you are. Because that’s who he is. And even if he was out, and even regardless of wife or husband, that would be something to just think about for a minute. I want all this for you if it makes you happy, I just want you to be sure you want it, too.”

“Of course I do,” Kip says quietly. “I wouldn’t actively choose it, I guess, if I didn’t have to. But I’m sure he wouldn’t have chosen a broke art history student who still lived with his dad, so. You know.”

“You stop that,” Elena says and kicks him under the table. “So what’s the status on the whole coming out thing anyway, if he’s already throwing naked marriage proposals around?”

Kip shrugs. It’s not as much of a touchy subject anymore as it used to be, mostly because he has since gotten a much better understanding of what it would actually mean. And that it’s, simply put, scary as hell.

“I feel like he’s really been pushing himself on it lately, actually. Like, it was this abstract idea for so long, but he’s got that PR person now that I told you about last week, to get a better idea of what it might look like. And they recommended a lawyer, who’s going to be looking at all his contracts and brand deals and stuff. Basically identifying risks, like if something has a morality clause that could lose him the deal if Hugo Boss decides they don’t like that he’s gay. And then there’s gonna be a finance guy that they talk to about what his income would look like if he lost those deals, or if the lost the Admirals, what adjustments to his investments he needs to make just in case…” He sighs. It’s a lot.

Kip had kind of bristled at the financial side of it at first. Surely Scott already has enough money to last him a lifetime. But that is precisely the thing – if your retirement age is 40 (with a lot of good luck), it does have to last him a lifetime. If he blows his knee out tomorrow, it has to last him a lifetime starting right now. And Kip has to admit he never exactly sat down and did the math on how long a million dollars feeds, houses and clothes you in Manhattan, so…he’ll probably just trust the finance guy.

Plus, it can’t hurt if Scott finds some new sponsors that he can be sure don’t secretly hate the queer community. Kip has many opinions on rainbow capitalism, but it’s still better than the alternative, than representing brands that would want nothing to do with Scott if they knew the truth.

“Jesus,” Elena says. “That sounds exhausting.”

“It is. He is. He is exhausted sometimes.” And at least that, Kip can help with a little bit. “All I really had to worry about when I came out was that idiot Jason Fisher punching me in the face.” Which is a massive oversimplification of his struggles as an 18-year-old, but compared to Scott’s, they do look pretty negligible in hindsight.

“Well, I would argue coming out actually made that less likely, given that his girlfriend had a huge crush on you.”

“She did not.”

“Alas, to this very day, you remain unpunched. So I think that means I’m right.” Elena gets up to open the door for their delivery and Kip shakes his head.

“Whatever.”

“Speaking of people with crushes on you, have you edged him into insanity yet?” she asks while handing him his little plastic box of sushi.

“No, that whole thing got kind of a little derailed over the weekend.” Kip is almost sure that Elena knows about the Kyle situation, because Elena always somehow knows everything, but she doesn't bring it up and so he doesn't either.

“You mean you got railed,” Elena comments and then shoves some deep-fried travesty that should not even be allowed to call itself sushi into her mouth.

Yeah. That, too.

---

Scott has absolutely no idea what he’s in for. Kip knows this because Scott seems…unconcerned. Actually, he knows it because he asked for it so easily; replied to Kip’s somewhat frantic text of I just wanna edge you for hours with let’s try that, calm as anything.

So, to him, it probably sounded fun, rather than the exercise in deconstructing his entire self that Kip intends to make it. Which is fine, actually. If anything, it’s going to make it better for both of them if he can catch Scott with his guard down like that.

They’ve been learning together, pushing boundaries in different directions just to see what sticks. Kip hasn’t ever technically been very dominant with anyone before, but one single taste of it was enough to get him addicted. He loves that he can give Scott something he needs that way, and that Scott lets him.

It’s still unfathomable to him sometimes. This man, who has all of Madison Square Garden chanting his name on the regular, who could have chosen anyone he wanted – is on his knees for Kip. Looks at him like he hung the moon, loves him, trusts him, needs him. And Kip gets to take care of him, is the only one who gets to do that, who gets to see him like this, who is given the gift of Scott’s raw vulnerability.

He can’t let himself think about it too much, because it will tip from filling his heart up into breaking it. That Scott has never had this, never allowed himself to be loved like this. And of course, Kip hasn’t had this either – he’s had crushes and hookups and a string of doomed situationships in college, mostly. But it’s hardly the same thing at all.

And Scott is so easy to love, so sweet and earnest and devoted, and sometimes a little ridiculous. Kip wants to give him everything he ever wanted.

At the same time, the whole thing is hardly selfless – Kip feels high, having Scott at his mercy, at his feet, on his knees. Looking up at Kip with those big, beautiful eyes blown dark and wide, knowing Scott’s whole world has narrowed down only to him. He can guide him, mold him, push him, challenge him, because God knows Scott loves to make things harder for himself than they have to be. Well, Kip can help him with that.

Anyway – Scott doesn’t know what he’s in for. He probably thinks it’s going to be sort of like when Kip teases him a little but doesn’t let him get off until the next morning. But Kip never actually gets him close like that, and he doesn’t need to. Scott is usually half out of his mind by the time they get to that part and even so much as breathing on him is torture enough.

On the subject of torture, Kip has another hour of class to get through before he can go home to Scott and they have a free evening together. Even just thinking about how Scott is going to beg, about the way he’s going to look at him, has Kip feeling flushed and a little feverish. He wants too much, once again. But that’s all right. So does Scott.

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Scott continues to look very unconcerned even by the time he’s lying naked on the bed, nicely spread out for Kip’s viewing pleasure. He’s buzzing with energy a little bit, but in a healthy way. Like he’s excited to show off for Kip.

And Kip understands Scott’s plan here, he really does. To show Kip how far he can be pushed, how much he can take, how his body endures anything Kip gives him. And while that’s probably enjoyable in its own right (to Scott at least, competitive show-off that he can be), Kip wants him to feel it fully, not just power through it. And he needs Scott down for that, needs him floating and free and open, lost in pleasure and then its absence, and finally, overwhelmed by it. That’s his artistic vision, anyway. He’s dreaming big.

First, Kip lulls him into a false sense of security with lingering kisses and gentle touches. His fingers are featherlight even when they ghost over Scott’s cock, quickly filling and thickening up, the soft skin of his balls; when they press against his rim, making him inhale sharply and shift his hips to give Kip better access.

He follows the same path in reverse with his tongue, starting between Scott’s legs and ending with his lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

“Feels so good, baby,” Scott sighs.

The first time is easy.

They haven’t actually had sex in a few days (because work and life and classes and hockey) and Scott is eager and responsive to anything and everything. A hand around the base of his cock, Kip’s tongue swirling around the head, pressing against the vein on the underside. Wet, hot suction the way he knows Scott likes.

“Close,” Scott warns, just like he’s been instructed, and Kip draws things out for a few more seconds to make sure he’s really, really close, and then pulls off.

Scott makes a frustrated noise and digs his heels into the mattress, his thighs tense and shaking on either side of Kip’s head.

“Fuck,” he says roughly. “That’s – that was a little mean.” He laughs and strokes his fingers through Kip’s hair.

“You like it when I’m a little mean,” Kip replies and kisses the inside of his thigh. Even that is enough to make the muscles in Scott’s leg jerk and he stretches it out, flexing his toes.

“Just a little.” Scott gives him a soft smile and Kip can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s slowly starting to drift.

The second time is…actually even easier.

Kip lets Scott catch his breath for a moment, keeping him nice and attentive with wet little licks to his balls and behind them. Scott draws his legs up and Kip knows what he wants, and he knows Scott is trying hard to be good. Not pushing. Just very innocently offering an idea, an opportunity.

“Subtle,” he says with a smile and Scott huffs out a little breath like he can’t believe his brilliant plan was so transparent.

There’s really no reason to deny him though, so Kip lets his tongue dip between his cheeks, lapping at him and feeling his body respond eagerly, shuddering and trembling for Kip. He keeps it light, his tongue broad and soft, and drinks in every little twitch of Scott’s body.

As nice as that is though, they do have an agenda for the evening, so Kip doesn’t linger too long. He makes his way back up to Scott’s cock, resting red and hard against his stomach, and takes him back into his mouth.

He will never get tired of sucking Scott’s cock. He loves the weight of it in his mouth, the taste on his tongue. The faint woodsy smell of Scott’s shower gel mixed with the musk of fresh sweat when he breathes in through his nose, pressed close to coarse hair and soft skin when he takes him deep. The way he can use his mouth to take complete control, or just surrender to what Scott gives him.

Tonight, it’s definitely the former.

Scott is breathing hard, his hands at his sides bunching up the sheets between his fingers with how tightly he’s gripping them. That’s also an instruction he’s following, even though Kip hasn’t given it yet. Not that he doesn’t love Scott’s hands on him, but it’s an easy little habit to help them both stay in the right headspace. And Scott doing that without being asked somehow makes it even sweeter; that by now familiar gentle feeling of power warmly wrapping around Kip, narrowing his focus.

He pulls off and lifts his head to catch Scott’s eyes. Scott looks a little drunk on the moment, all heavy-lidded and dazed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his words slurring into each other and Kip smiles up at him. It’s crazy how much he loves him like this.  

He takes Scott back into his mouth and bobs his head up and down, lips tight around him. Scott arches into it, just a little bit, his body going taut and rigid, legs stretching out on either side of Kip.

“That – ah. Close. Kip. Close.”

Kip lets his cock slip out of his mouth slowly, making sure to drag his tongue along the underside and swirl it around the head before he lets him go.

Scott makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a sob, the muscles in his legs shaking and his breath coming fast and heavy while he squeezes his eyes shut. “Fuck. Oh my God.”

Rubbing a soothing hand up and down Scott’s thigh, Kip reaches for the lube that’s waiting on the bed next to them and pops it open with one hand.

The sound clearly draws Scott’s attention, his eyes briefly opening and then slipping closed again, delicious little sounds still escaping him with every exhale.

“All good?” Kip asks softly and Scott blows out a breath and nods, looking like he’s collecting himself for what’s coming next.

“Just breathe, baby. You’re all right. You’re being so good.” He presses a slicked-up finger against Scott’s rim, drawing a whimper out of him. “Let me know if you need a break, okay?”

“Okay,” Scott breathes. Kip isn’t fully convinced he’s actually going to remember to do that, but it’s good enough for now. He’s going to let him come down a little bit anyway.

Kip is gentle with him, fingering him open slowly and carefully, his touch shallow until he can feel Scott relax around him. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

Scott draws his knees back up and Kip leans against his right leg, giving them both another point of connection. Scott’s breathing slows bit by bit while Kip keeps pumping his fingers into him, one and then two. He keeps it easy for a while, avoiding his prostate, trying to make it more of an internal massage than anything else.

“You ready for more?”

Scott makes an affirmative little noise and nudges his knee against Kip’s shoulder where he’s leaning into him. Kip smiles and nudges him back.

He one-handedly fumbles with the lube bottle a little bit (the other one too busy elsewhere) and ends up just squirting some against the side of Scott’s cock. Function over form or something. He spreads it all over him, enjoying the sharp little hitch in Scott’s breath and the way his cock twitches in Kip’s hand, so sensitive already.

Kip keeps his grip loose, his touch slick and slow, but Scott is straining anyway, pushing into it and then pulling away like his body isn’t even sure what it wants anymore.

“Please. Oh God. I’m –”

Kip stills his hand, maybe erring on the side of caution, and Scott shakes his head. “Not yet, not yet.”

“Can you take a little more?”

“Yeah,” Scott rasps, his face screwed up almost like he’s in pain. “Let me – I can take it. Please. I can.”

“So good, baby,” Kip whispers, and the awe in his voice is in no way an act. “So good for me.”

He curls his fingers inside Scott and tightens his grip on his cock just a little, but Kip might as well have set off fireworks in Scott’s body with the way he moans and thrashes at the sensation.

But he takes it. So well and so beautifully, enduring for Kip, using all his strength and self-control just to show him how good he can be.  

Kip keeps stroking him slowly as he watches Scott’s body tense up again, muscles locking up and preparing for something he knows won’t happen –

“Stop,” Scott grinds out and Kip removes his hand from his cock.

He does however keep leisurely pumping two fingers in and out while Scott groans and shouts out his frustration, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“Do you need me to stop that, too?” he asks and presses a kiss to the top of Scott’s knee.

It’s not going to make him come, and Kip isn’t aiming for his prostate anymore either, but it will keep him…engaged. Maybe too much so.

“I don’t know,” Scott replies pitifully and Kip stills his fingers. He’s not toying with him, even if it seems like it (and even if Scott would probably like that, too).

“No,” Scott immediately amends, “no, I don’t – don’t stop.”

“Okay.” Kip adds a third finger instead, pushing into tight, wet heat that accommodates him so easily.

“Kip,” Scott breathes and it sounds like a question, it sounds like Scott needs him. Kip suddenly wants to hold him so badly that it feels like a physical ache.

“You’re all right, I got you,” he says softly and wipes the lube off his free hand on the towel he’s put on the bed beside them earlier.

“I need to pull out, but just for a second, okay?”

“Yeah?” Scott sounds unsure, like his brain isn’t really catching up with the conversation. Kip puts his hand on his hip when he slowly extracts his fingers, already expecting the plaintive sound that comes out of Scott’s throat.

“It’s okay,” he repeats, “you’re okay.” He makes sure to keep touching Scott the whole time while he repositions them on the bed, Scott now on his side and Kip spooned behind him. He slides his arm under Scott’s head and presses up behind him, chest to back, kissing the nape of his neck.

“That’s better, right?”

Scott nods and tips his weight back a little, leaning into Kip, letting himself be held. He moans and pushes back some more when Kip slips his fingers back into him, the same stretch but at a different angle.

“Let me know when you’re ready to keep going.”

Kip can feel the deep breath Scott takes against his own body and presses more kisses to the side of his neck, the back of his shoulders.

“Can you fuck me?” Scott asks, and then adds, “after?”

“After what, baby?”

“For the last one,” Scott says. “And then also after.”

Oh. Oh Jesus. Kip presses his face into Scott’s neck and closes his eyes for a moment. Trust Scott to add even more hoops for himself to jump through.

“That sounds pretty intense, are you sure?”

“Yes,” Scott replies, “please. Please, now.”

Kip can practically feel his heart clenching in his chest. He likes to make Scott beg, that much they both know. What Scott probably doesn’t realize is how it makes Kip feel. Because the world narrows down for him the very same way it just did for Scott to get where he is now; there is nothing for Kip now but the single-minded focus of giving him everything he wants, everything he begs and pleads and cries for.

But it isn’t dull and muted, the way Kip feels when Scott takes him down. There’s no fog, his brain isn’t shut off – it’s hyperfocused, everything so clear and sharp and real that it feels scaled up to ultra high definition. He knows exactly what he has to do, he knows he can do it and do it well, and there is absolutely nothing else in the world that matters. It feels like going into a pleasant kind of flow state.

“Okay, last one, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Kip doesn’t draw it out any longer than necessary this time. Scott is ready and open for him, and more than ready to come. He slicks himself up and pushes inside, slow and careful with a steadying hand on Scott’s hip. The ragged sound out of Scott’s mouth is relief more than anything. He knows he’s almost made it. He knows Kip will take good care of him.

Kip gives himself more than Scott a moment to adjust and then reaches around to wrap his fingers around Scott’s cock again. Scott hisses, raw and approaching the wrong side of oversensitive.

“I know, sweetheart,” Kip whispers and presses more kisses to his shoulders. (The downside to Scott being freakishly tall for no reason is that fucking him on their sides like this puts Kip’s face level with his shoulder blades and not his head.) “I got you.”

Scott whimpers when Kip starts moving, just a slow and steady grind of his hips into him while his hand stays still.

“Please.” His voice sounds thick and wet, and Kip presses as close as he can, pushing his leg between Scott’s for another point of contact. He has him half-pinned like this and it’s not a great angle to jerk him off, but it’s not like Scott is going to need much at this point. “I can’t –“

“You can, baby,” he says quietly. “You can, and you’ve been so good for me, you’re perfect.”

Scott starts saying something that Kip doesn’t quite catch but that just turns into a broken noise anyway when he starts stroking him again, just tiny little pumps of his fingers around hot, silky, lube-slick skin.

He knows Scott is crying, he can’t see it from here but the little hitch in his breath tells him all he needs to know. Kip also knows that it’s a good cry, and he feels a warm sense of accomplishment in his chest, because it means that he’s broken down Scott’s walls to a point where he feels free enough to let that happen, to allow himself the relief it brings him.

“You’re doing so well, just taking everything I give you,” Kip tells him. “I’m not gonna stop now. Just let go when you need to.”

It’s a testament to just how clear Kip’s head feels, that he manages to still be as coherent as he is. He can get incredibly into it when he’s fucking Scott, but when they’re like this, Kip knows he can wait. He’s going to see Scott through first, give him everything he needs.

He feels Scott’s body go tight as a bowstring against his own – not for the first time tonight, but it is going to be the last. Scott sounds desperate, his rapid breaths turning into sobs, into words, into Kip’s name, over and over again.

Kip can feel it in his own body when Scott finally comes. Not just in the way he presses back against Kip, squeezes tight as a vise around him, reaches back to put his hand on any part of him he can reach; Kip would swear he can feel it all the way down to his soul as he fucks him through it, slow but deep, drawing it out as much as he can, muttering praise and love into the skin of his back and shoulders.

It feels like time has slowed to a crawl and Kip almost wants to just stop here, because Scott has had enough. But he starts squeezing his fingers against Kip’s thigh, fingertips dragging in a little pulling motion and – yeah, okay. He still wants this. After.

Scott’s body goes mostly limp in Kip’s hold and Kip nudges him over to lie on his stomach, making sure he never fully pulls out when he gets on top of him, his knees either side of Scott’s hips. He can feel Scott shaking beneath him. Aftershocks, overload, something.

“You okay?”

Scott turns his head to the side where it’s pressed into the pillow so that Kip can see his little smile. Wrecked but blissed out. He reaches back for Kip again, unsteady fingers dragging along Kip’s side.

“Yes,” he finally says. “Come on, I can handle it.”

“What a time to start mouthing off,” Kip teases and whatever clever reply Scott had for that gets swallowed by a groan when he starts thrusting into him.

There’s no point in taking it slow anymore now. Scott is wrung out and oversensitive and it’s going to feel like too much one way or another. Kip holds on to his hips as he pushes into Scott over and over, fingers digging into flesh and Scott moaning and gasping beneath him, taking it all.

He’s hot and tight and perfect around Kip and Kip chases the feeling with every roll of his hips. Every breath he takes feels like he’s breathing Scott in, like they’re being merged and fused together, like it’s Scott’s heartbeat drumming in Kip’s ears and not his own.

When he comes, it feels like he’s pouring all of himself into Scott, driving into him and riding it out, his chest heaving with every breath. Hands on him, bent forward, mouth on him. Head spinning. Together. They’re one. Time stops.

Kip would feel bad for just collapsing onto Scott afterwards, his body a dead weight on his back that’s pressing him into the mattress, but he knows Scott actually kind of likes that, so he allows himself to just go boneless for a minute.

Scott reaches back for him to tangle their fingers together, giving Kip’s hand a little squeeze and Kip turns his head so he can kiss at Scott’s shoulders again and press his face against the sheen of sweat covering his skin.

“You were so perfect,” he whispers, every touch of his lips a confirmation of the praise he’s laying on Scott. “So gorgeous. So good for me. I love you so much.”

Scott makes a soft, content sound and blows out a breath so deep that it feels like he’s deflating beneath Kip.

“Come on, I’m crushing you,” Kip says quietly and presses a final kiss to his skin before he rolls off him. Scott follows the movement, turning over onto his back.

“That – uh.” Scott is blinking rapidly, the corners of his eyes still wet with tears and Kip kisses his face softly, wiping them away.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Scott laughs, sounding shaky and a little helpless. “Yeah, I – I don’t know what my body is doing.” He’s trembling, the muscles in his legs still twitching, and Kip pulls him into his arms, stroking his hands all over his back and shoulders.

Scott isn’t the only one who needs this. Kip feels tender and maybe a little weepy, that seemingly inexplicable wave of emotion that always crashes into him afterwards. It’s sheer overwhelm with the power he’s just held over Scott, but also a sense of protectiveness so strong that it makes him feel like he can barely breathe around the way it fills him up. Like the world will end if he doesn’t get to wrap his body around Scott and treat him with the utmost gentle care.

Also, Kip is genuinely convinced he could fight an entire hockey team (whichever one the Admirals currently hate most) and win right now, if he needed to. If anyone so much as looked wrong at Scott, he could. And then he’d go right back to providing the softest snuggles anyone has ever experienced and maybe also cry a little bit, but they obviously wouldn’t see that part anymore.

“I got you. You’re all right.” He can feel Scott’s heavy breaths against his skin, the rise and fall of his chest.

“I think you broke me,” Scott mutters and tucks his head under Kip’s chin. “I think I like it.”

Kip curls himself around Scott, holding his head to his chest and kissing the top of his hair. It feels so good and comforting, like he is one step closer this way to holding all of him. Which is physically impossible but exactly what Kip’s body keeps telling him he should currently be attempting to do. 

“Good,” Kip finally replies and hooks a leg over Scott’s hip, further anchoring them together. They’re a mess, the sheets kicked into a heap at the foot of the bed, sweat and lube absolutely everywhere, and things are just generally very sticky. He kind of wants to put a blanket over them both despite all that, cocooning them in.

“You know that feeling when you come way too fast?” Scott still sounds dazed but seems to be settling down a little, curling into Kip’s touch.

“I wouldn’t say too fast was the issue here, babe.”

“No, but – the last time, it – that’s what it felt like. Like three times all at once.” Kip runs his fingers through the hair at the back of his head and Scott sighs against him. “I’m not explaining it right.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kip says. “As long as you liked it.”

“Oh, you don’t even know,” Scott says, sounding a little dreamy.

But Kip knows. He really, really does.

Chapter End Notes

I made this unnecessarily difficult for myself by writing from Kip's perspective but (like Scott) we do love a challenge in this house. And it actually ended up being so interesting and fun to write because I feel like it's a little less common than having a scene like this from the submissive partner's POV?
I hope it turned out okay, please do let me know what you think and thank you for all the love on chapter 1! <3