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Breezy: “I don’t think it should be political to treat everyone well. Also, if people cared about athletes making political statements about LGBTQIA-plus rights, all those guys who refused to play in Pride jerseys a couple years back for religious reasons or whatever should have gotten fined.”

Top comments:

calabreezy: Brains 2/10, strength 10/10, heart 100/10

clions2010: getting really sick of all this woke shit. He’s a hockey player. Ask him about hockey.

sealions4lyfe: I am one alphabet mafia plug away from becoming a Prairie Dogs fan s2g

hockeyisforeveryone: [clapping emoji]

(From postgame media, Sea Lions @ Ottawa, 11/13/2025)

Kilian squirmed in his seat on the Sea Lions’ charter plane.

He was sitting by himself. Breezy had said some nice stuff to the press in Ottawa which made Kilian ache to reach out, to admit he had reacted poorly and should have long since begged for forgiveness about Halloween. Even Luca had attempted a pep talk in the bus after the game, which had pained Luca so intensely Kilian ought to make amends on principle. But Kilian didn’t know how to get over his painful embarrassment after revealing his sexuality only to discover a room full of men he looked up to had been there and done that, and none of them had seen fit to reach out to him. To be there for him when he went through the same thing. Everyone always reminded him how young he was as an explanation of why he fucked up so much. No one seemed to think he might need some help or guidance—if they thought of him at all. He was a footnote, a minor character in their stories.

The self-centered turn of his own thoughts disgusted even him.

Thankfully, Kilian had more pleasant things to occupy his mind, and the luxury of a charter plane meant he had Wi-Fi to pursue them.

howza68: i scored a goal 4 u

ddenisov88: For me? Not for your team?

Kilian snorted and sank deeper in his chair. His team would do fine without him. It was his fault they were a goalie short and his fault they lost in Montreal.

howza68: for you

ddenisov88: Because you’re greedy and you want me to make you come.

howza68: yup

ddenisov88: fyi, “yup” is not a sexy word.

howza68: but you said yes sir was out.

He grinned as the beeping of an incoming call interrupted the music on his wireless headphones.

“I’m on the team plane,” he told Damir.

Damir. The name fit him well. Kilian was proud of himself for asking if he could use it. It seemed like the functional adult thing to do with your…fuckbuddy? Friend with benefits? Occasional long-distance hookup?

Anyway, if he had sex with the guy semiregularly, he should be able to use his first name.

“You’ll have to be quiet, then,” Damir said. “Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. But you’re always good, aren’t you? You act like a brat for attention, but all you want is to be my good girl.”

Kilian bit his lip and pulled the charter-provided blanket over his lap. They’d driven straight to the airport after the game, which meant he hadn’t changed out of his suit. Erections in formal wear were the worst. His game-day suits made him look like a twelve-year-old dressing up as an accountant. Getting hard in them leveled him up to creepy accountant skeeving on his coworkers in the bathroom.

Heedless of Kilian’s discomfort, Damir continued in a low, hoarse voice. “I think I should tie you up next time so you can’t try to do anything. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Being nothing but a hole for me to use?”

A surge of precome dripped from the head of Kilian’s cock.

It wasn’t his fault; he was twenty. He was horny all the time, and Damir had nearly gotten him off over the phone yesterday before denying him. He’d spent the last twenty-four hours in a hazy state of constant arousal.