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When Colin comes out to the team, scrubbing his wet palms on his jeans, voice shaky as he answers Jos’ inquiry with a no, he doesn’t have a girlfriend and won’t because he’s into dick, he’s not expecting immediate acceptance. That’s what he gets though. Webs’ deck goes quiet and Jos looks momentarily startled but rallies superbly when Webs leans over, clapping a big hand on Colin’s shoulder and says, “Well, now you have one less pretty face to compete with.” He squeezes, fingers digging into Colin’s skin reassuringly as whatever Jos was going to say devolves into an outraged sputter, and Colin feels his muscles relax a little.While Webs is busy ribbing Jos, Colin takes the opportunity to look around surreptitiously but no one is looking his way, all sliding straight back to whatever they’d been talking about before Colin’s sort-of announcement. He sinks back in his seat and takes a fortifying breath, shaky with adrenalin. Peks digs his bare toes into Colin’s calves, pulling him out of his head with a yelp, and the night goes on.----At first, Colin just puts it down to the team trying to prove they’re extra okay with him being gay and figures if the worst he’s going to come up against is over-compensation then he can deal.It gets weird when he turns in the shower, soap suds dripping down the side of his face and finds Flip, Hutts and Järny in a group behind him, staring at what is now his junk.“Uhhh,” he stutters out, trying to blink water from his eyes and not curl in on himself like he wants to.“Don’t mind us,” Hutts says cheerfully, “just checking out the goods.”“Oh, fuck off,” Colin snaps back and they laugh at him but it’s still a minute before they disperse. Colin goes back to showering, feeling a bit off about the situation but when he looks around no one is paying him any attention. He puts it down to a prank and swears quietly under his breath.----The team have always been physical at practices but Colin notices more and more he’s getting checked into the boards, heavy bodies slamming him and then just holding him there. He’d be worried that the team were less gay friendly than they’d originally seemed except the checks aren’t nasty, not really, more – exuberant. Often, they’re accompanied by hands, on his neck or around his waist, someone laughing into his ear and muttering sly comments about his ass or his lips before skating away – it’s weird but Colin’s been playing hockey a long time and he’s well acquainted with hockey player weirdness.It sits uneasily with him but there’s nothing bad happening so he’s not really got anything to complain about. He chalks it up to more of his teammates trying to show how gay-friendly they are and resolves to put up with it in good humour.----Fish groping his ass as he passes by in the locker-room is definitely beyond what he’s expecting. He makes a noise he will never ever admit to, whirling around and dropping the towel he was drying off with. A chorus of wolf whistles start up around the room as Colin stares at Fish’s retreating back, mouth hanging open. Fish looks back over his shoulder and winks.That’s – huh.----It happens more often after that, and it’s not just Fish – not even close. Teammates jostle into his personal bubble, laughing and nudging at him. The locker-room becomes a gauntlet of wandering hands and wandering eyes.“I kind of see why people get so excited by hockey ass,” Flip mutters in his ear, grabbing both cheeks in a firm squeeze that makes Colin arch up on his toes, trying to swat the offending hands away. A little crowd gathers around, laughing as he tries to dodge Flip's playful lunges.“It’s a pretty ass,” someone jeers and there’s another hand groping at him, sliding right down and between his thighs, brushing his balls. Colin yelps and leaps forward, right against Flip’s chest, who immediately gropes his ass again and accompanies it this time with a thrust into Colin’s crotch.“Like my hands the best, huh?” Flip chirps, an infuriating little smirk on his face, and Colin shoves him away, aware of the flush rushing his cheeks and the half-chub he’s sporting.“Fuck off,” he snaps at the group, embarrassed. They laugh back and there are a few more pokes and slaps but most of them wander away once it seems the fun is over.Colin isn’t dumb, he knows they’re just chirping him, that his gayness has become piss-take fodder, like Nealer’s hair or Jos’ fancy clothes. In one way it’s nice, real proof that he’s been accepted. On the other hand, he has eyes and a lot of his teammates are attractive in their own ways. Add that to the groping and Colin’s own secret thrill at being watched and it makes a perfect recipe for complete humiliation. He tugs on his boxers then towels off his hair, sending up a silent prayer that someone will do something weird or chirp-worthy soon. He’s confident the team will lose interest in him with fresh blood in the water.Smitty is leaning against his stall when Colin pulls the towel off, making him jump. Smitty laughs at him and Colin gives him the finger.“What?” he asks, sharper than he intends. Smitty just smiles back at him, hip cocked, lips quirked up, giving him a smug air. Colin glowers.“Walk you out,” Smitty says, nodding at the door and it’s then that Colin notices the locker-room is emptying out.He expects Smitty to fuck about on his phone while he waits like he always does so it’s a little unnerving when he simply settles on his feet and watches as Colin finishes dressing, fumbling the buttons of his shirt, face hot, biting his tongue to stop from snapping.He knows the worst thing he could do is show Smitty’s attention is bothering him, it’d only make the whole team dig in harder, so Colin keeps his eyes to himself and carefully doesn’t react at all.“Ready?” Smitty asks as Colin shoulders his bag. Colin nods and heads towards the door, Smitty a shadow right behind him, close enough that Colin’s hand brushes Smitty’s thigh.They’re nearly at their cars when Smitty says, “Hey, you wanna blow me?”Colin stumbles and Smitty grabs his bag, hauling the strap to keep him upright.“What?” Colin snarls, swinging around, rubbing where the strap dug into the meat of his shoulder. If this is some sort of gay chicken shit, he’s going to punch Smitty in the junk.Smitty’s looking back at him though, completely relaxed, one hand stuffed in his jeans pocket. He drags his eyes down Colin’s body then back up. It’s – enough to make Colin squirm. It’s been a while and Colin can admit Smitty’s hot.“You wanna?” Smitty asks again and yeah, yeah Colin kind of does.They end up in the back of Smitty’s car like fucking teenagers, Smitty’s jeans and boxers around his ankles, Colin crouched between his legs. Smitty has a pretty dick though so sucking it isn’t going to be a hardship.“Yeah,” Smitty hisses when Colin gets his mouth around the head, jerking his hips up a little, “Yeah, fuck.”Colin hasn’t exactly had a lot of experience but he always made sure to make what little he did get count so he knows he’s good at giving head. Smitty moans and shifts, tipping his hips up a little more each time, like he thinks if he does it bit by bit then Colin won’t notice he’s basically getting his face fucked.“Heard gay dudes were the best for head,” Smitty groans out and Colin wants to free his mouth up to ask who the fuck he’s been talking about dick with but Smitty’s hand gets in Colin’s hair before he can, the other gripping Colin’s shoulder, and then Colin’s really getting his throat fucked. It’s not his favourite thing in the world but he relaxes into it because Smitty is punching out little half swears and twitching like he’s being electrocuted and honestly, it’s good for Colin’s ego.He lets go of Colin completely when he comes, barking out a yell, and Colin pulls back, getting half a mouthful of jizz and the other half on his face.“Kind of rude there, bud,” he sputters when is mouth is free from jizz but Smitty doesn’t answer, fingers coming up to touch his lips. Colin can’t feel them because his lips are numb but Smitty’s staring at where he’s stroking, eyes wide.“You always sound like this after?” he asks, and Colin shrugs, because he had a dick down his throat. Smitty’s fingers trail down, running over Colin’s adams apple and it makes the throb in Colin’s dick race back with a vengeance.Smitty sits up with a groan, tugging his clothes back into place and looking down at where Colin is still kneeling where his parted thighs had been.“I’m not touching you, man,” Smitty laughs, shoving at Colin’s head a little. “I’m not into dick. I’ll watch you jerk it if you want, though?”It’s more than Colin had expected really so he just pops his own jeans and shoves his hand down there, squeezing his dick and groaning at how good it feels.“You’re really into sucking dick, huh?” Smitty says, an edge of meanness to the words. Colin opens his mouth to tell him to fuck off but fingertips on his tongue stop him. He can’t help but moan around them, sucking lightly as he twists his hand over the head of his dick as best he can in the constricted space he has to work with.“You’re a total slut!” Smitty laughs in delight and Colin comes all over his own hand, tipping forward to pant wetly into the meat of Smitty’s thigh.“Wait ‘til I tell the boys,” Smitty says, patting Colin’s hair absently, long fingers scratching down the back of his neck. Colin shudders.----He doesn’t actually think Smitty is going to tell anyone, he figures Smitty was just being a dick. It had happened before with guys that had been into dick enough to get off but miraculously straighter than straight once the jizz was wiped up.No one gives him shit beyond the usual groping hands when he gets to practice the next day either so he’s pretty confident that Smitty was just mouthing off.He stays pretty confident right up until he’s bent over tying his skates and Fish slaps his ass, hard enough that it stings through his pads, announcing to the room, “Bet this is a pretty place to put your dick!”The laughter is raucous and Colin keeps his head down, trying to ignore them into submission when Smitty’s voice cuts right over the noise.“Dunno about his ass but his mouth is a fucking delight.”The room goes quiet and Colin can feel the hot wash of humiliation racing over his skin. He keeps his head down, eyes focused on his laces, right loop, left loop.“Fuck off, he sucked you,” Nealer yells, breaking the silence, “No fucking way.”“He fucking did!” Smitty yells back, half affronted, half smug. “He loved it too, total slut for it.”Colin wants to tell him to shut the fuck up but he’s so embarrassed he feels kind of dizzy with it.There’s a bunch more denials and someone throws a glove at his back. It hits him solidly between the shoulder-blades and thumps to the floor.“Defend yourself, Willy!” Fish calls. “Besmirching your good name, here!”“And your taste in men!” Nealer adds, squawking when Smitty grabs him in a headlock and scrubs at his hair.“He did,” Smitty says loudly, holding a flopping Nealer under his arm. “I fucked his throat and shot my load in his mouth and he fucking loved it, didn’t you Willy.”“Fuck you,” Colin hisses, heading for the door without making eye contact with anyone. The whole room explodes behind him, people yelling and he’s pretty sure some of the guys are slapping Smitty on the back but the door swings shut and he doesn’t have to listen to it anymore.----He stays out on the ice after practice, shooting pucks at the empty net, letting the cold bite into his skin. His lips are numb and it makes him think of Smitty’s hand in his hair, Smitty’s rough moans as he thrust his dick down Colin’s throat. Colin shakes his head, trying to clear out all the embarrassment. He’d been chirped mercilessly throughout practice and Smitty had been treated like some sort of conquering fucking hero.This was why you didn’t fuck with teammates he thinks sourly, shooting another puck at the net. It clangs off the bar and Colin swears heartily.He’s chased off the ice eventually, and clumps back to the locker-room in as pissy a mood as he left it. He stops dead inside the door because the room is empty save Fish lounging in Colin’s stall in nothing but a towel.“Shitty joke,” Colin snaps, unable to stop himself this time. Fish just smirks up at him as he stomps over. When Colin gets within a few feet he stops because Fish isn’t moving. “Well?” Colin is ready to go the fuck home and forget about this day. Fish has other ideas. He spreads his thighs, towel dropping enticingly down to dangle in the vee of his legs, and then he glances down at the floor then back at Colin.“Oh fuck off,” Colin snarls, tugging off his helmet and throwing it at the stall next to his. It clangs off the wood and bounces harmlessly at Fish’s feet.“What, did Smitty buy you a soda or something?” Fish chirps, arrogant as fuck. “Sure didn’t seem like he did much to get you on your knees.”It’s annoying as hell but Colin’s ill-advised rookie crush on Fish has never fully gone away. He shifts on his skates, unable to stop his eyes dropping to where the damn towel is shielding just the wrong place. Colin cuts his eyes away but Fish is already laughing, a low chuckle like he knows he’s getting his way.“C’mon,” he smirks, feet shifting a little wider, dragging Colin’s eyes unwillingly back to where the towel is slipping open a little further. Colin catches a glimpse of the fat pink head of Fish’s dick and his face burns. His head jerks up and Fish wiggles his eyebrows. It’s so fucking ridiculous that Colin snorts.“Heard you were a slut for it,” Fish says casually and Colin’s stomach flops. “Why don’t you show me how slutty you can be?”“Fuck off,” he tries but it comes out weak. “Smitty’s the only dick that gets to grace your mouth, huh?” Fish asks, and there’s an undertone of nastiness that makes Colin’s shoulders hunch. “You’re making the rest of the team feel left out, Willy.”“It’s not like that,” Colin tries but his voice is hardly more than a whisper.“How much dick do you really get?” Fish asks, tone gentling. “Can’t be much, not with your name out there. You know I’m not gonna tell anyone, Willy. We’re team.”Colin gets on his knees.“That’s a good boy,” Fish croons, hand tangling in Colin’s hair immediately, guiding him forward and face down into his crotch. Colin’s lips part when Fish’s dick touches them and it slides inside while Fish groans from somewhere above him.“Smitty told us all about it,” he says, guiding Colin’s mouth down the shaft of his dick, “after you left the room. Told us you were so desperate for it you practically tripped over yourself to suck him.”Colin wants to deny it but Fish’s hand is tight in his hair and his dick is heavy and satisfying where it’s sliding against Colin’s tongue, bumping the back of Colin’s throat and, honestly, he’s starting to think that maybe he had been overly eager with Smitty. It had definitely been a while since he’d gotten any and maybe that made him more enthusiastic than he thought he’d been?“Yeah,” Fish hisses, getting both hands in Colin’s hair and holding so he can thrust in deeper. “Shit, he said you were good for a throat-fuck.”One of Fish’s hands cups the back of Colin’s head while the other slides around to cup his jaw and then he’s pulling Colin forward so that his dick is filling Colin’s throat on every thrust, the tip resting on the back of Colin’s tongue on every retreat. There’s hardly enough time for a quick breath between thrusts and Colin can’t help but gag a little, mouth constantly full.“You really are a fucking cock slut,” Fish grunts, fingers digging into Colin’s jaw, holding him down so that all Colin can see is Fish’s crotch. “Lucky for you, you’re on a team full of people willing to let you get your jollies sucking their dicks. You think any other team would be this accommodating, huh? You think any other team would take such good care of you?”Colin can’t think beyond when to snatch a breath and the taste of Fish in his mouth, the stretch of the skin at the raw corners of his mouth. “We’ll do your ass next, huh? I bet you’re a real slut with a dick in you. I bet you take it like a fucking whore.”Fish grunts and holds Colin’s face pressed right into his crotch, dick stretching Colin’s throat, holds him there as he comes with little abortive jerks, fingers clenching uselessly around Colin’s head. He doesn’t pull back the entire time he’s riding his orgasm, humping Colin’s mouth, and Colin starts to panic with the need to breathe, eyes watering and lungs burning. He can feel the slide of come down his throat, so deep he can’t even taste it.Colin pulls off, coughing and gasping, when Fish finally lets go, too dizzy and weak to do anything but let himself be shoved to the ground, Fish tugging and tugging until he can get his hand inside Colin’s gear and around his incredibly hard dick.“See, I’m already better to you than fucking Smitty,” Fish laughs, stroking Colin off and watching as Colin’s body arches up into the touch, watching as he gasps and shudders, light-headed and so ready to come he thinks he might cry.“Look at you,” Fish says, grinning down at him, sounding fond. “Such a slut for me.”Colin comes in his boxers for a second time in twenty-four hours, eyes tight closed, mewling.Fish keeps playing with him, twisting and tugging Colin’s over-sensitive dick until he curls in on himself, trying weakly to push Fish’s hand out from between his thighs.Fish leans down and pecks him on the lips.“This is gonna be fun,” he says, sounding positively gleeful.----He ends up on his knees a lot over the next couple weeks, gets to learn how the guys like it. Flip goes off like a rocket if you suck the head of his dick for longer than ten seconds. Nealer talks about sticking his dick in a wet pussy the entire time Colin’s on his knees for him, like talking about women makes getting your dick wet with a guy less gay. Smitty’s “not into dick” seems to have gone out the window in favour of making Colin as desperate as possible, fingers slipping down to cup his balls and occasionally prod between his asscheeks. Humiliatingly, Colin never comes harder than when his throat is numb from Fish’s thrusts and he’s still gasping for air with Fish pinning him down and stroking him off while telling him what a good little slut he is.He’s pretty sure most of the team know what’s going on, although not all of them participate, so it’s not a surprise when Webs pulls him aside at a team barbecue, herds him indoors and into what Colin assumes is Webs’ bedroom, closing the door behind him.“You okay?” Webs asks but the question is loaded and Colin knows Webs isn’t just asking casually. Colin looks up at him from where he’s perched on the edge of Webs’ bed, unsure how to answer. It’s something he’s been back and forth over since that first time with Fish.On the one hand it’s fucking humiliating, the way they fuck him like they’re doing him a favour, like he never got laid before they discovered he was into dick. On the other hand, he’s having more sex than he has at any other time in his life and it’s sex that gets his dick harder than nails so it’s not like he can deny being into it.“You know they care about you?” Webs asks quietly, startling Colin from where he’s staring blankly at the ceiling. “They’re doing their best, trying to give you what you want.”Colin nods absently, thinking about the clumsy way Flip had laughed around his dick, like it was a joke but a fun one, while Hutts had fucked his mouth and called him pretty.“Are they? Giving you what you want?”“I don’t know,” Colin answers truthfully. He gets off. They get off. He’s just – tangled up about the rest of it.“But you’re okay?” Webs asks again, sitting down next to Colin, close enough to press their thighs together.“Yeah,” Colin says because Webs smiles and Colin loves to make his Captain happy.It’s not a surprise when Webs unzips his pants or when he eases Colin to his knees. He’s gentle and encouraging, praising Colin the entire time, letting him dictate the speed and depth, letting Colin explore. Colin takes his time because it’s Webs and he’s the Captain and he deserves nice things. “You’re doing so good,” Webs mutters, stroking fingers down Colin’s face and Colin sucks a little harder, takes him a little deeper. Webs sighs and leans back on his arms, lets Colin take over completely. Webs comes almost silently, twitching thighs under Colin’s palms the only indication that he’s flooding Colin’s mouth with spurt after spurt of jizz. Colin gamely swallows it all, then sits back on his heels, wiping his raw mouth with the back of his hand.“You did so good,” Webs says, reaching out and pulling Colin up and onto the bed. “You might be a cockslut but you the team’s cockslut and we’ll take good care of you.”Webs’ hands are sure when they pull Colin’s jeans and boxers free of his body, pressing him down onto his stomach, warm hand on the base of Colin’s back while he nudges Colin’s thighs apart with his knees.“Such good care,” Colin hears him murmur and there’s a press of lips against the soft skin of his inner thigh and then Webs is prying his asscheeks apart, fingers digging in, exposing his hole. Colin jerks but Webs’ hands on his ass are enough pressure to abort his movements and then Webs’ tongue is making a long, wet sweep of Colin’s hole.Colin makes a startled noise, which he immediately muffles by pressing his mouth into Webs’ comforter. Webs makes a disgruntled noise in return and his tongue stops laving between Colin’s ass.“Don’t do that,” he says, all admonishment, “don’t silence yourself. I want to hear you.”When Colin doesn’t say anything, Webs follows up with a “Willy!” sharp and loud in the quiet room.“Okay.” Colin acquiesces immediately, turning his head so that his mouth is free. Webs pats his ass, the way he does when Colin’s made a pretty pass or completed a good clean check, then returns his mouth to Colin’s hole.He tries not to make too much noise, tries to walk the line between what Webs wants to hear and not alerting everyone else in the house to what’s going on, but Webs is relentless, sucking and kissing Colin’s hole. By the time Colin has softened up enough for Webs to really tongue-fuck his ass, he’s yowling with it, squirming in Webs’ hold, alternately trying to tug his ass away from Webs’ mouth and thrust it closer.He hears Webs’ door swing open and the shuffle of feet. Someone whistles, long and low, but Colin can’t force his eyes open to see because Webs is coring him open with his tongue and it’s all Colin can do not to sob from good it feels and how humiliating it feels.“Told you he was a cockslut,” Smitty says and he sounds wondering. Colin’s face burns but Webs chooses to thrust his tongue then, in and out of Colin’s hole, fast and forceful and Colin wails. There’s a murmur of appreciation and Colin’s dick throbs.Webs keeps going until Colin’s a mess, shaking and needy, pleading for Webs to stop, to never ever stop, to do something that Colin doesn’t have words for. The bed dips near his head and somebody must have taken pity on him because a dick touches his lips and he opens up for it eagerly, sucking in it, sobbing around it, practically choking himself.“Alright Willy, jesus, calm down,” Hutts is saying, sounding concerned, hand uncertainly stroking Colin’s hair. Colin clutches at Hutts’ thighs, tries to choke himself on Hutts’ dick but Hutts holds him off, only letting him have a couple inches.Webs’ tongue is spearing at his ass and he can feel eyes on where he’s wide open and it’s so humiliating and he’s so hard he can see stars behind his clenched shut eyes.He whines around Hutts’ dick when Webs finally pulls back, keeping his hands on Colin’s ass, cheeks spread wide. Colin’s hole feels soft and loose, cool from the loss of Webs’ mouth and he knows he’s exposed to anyone who wants to look.“Fucking hell, Webs,” someone says admiringly, Fish maybe? Webs grunts back.“My dogs take better care of their bones than you guys have been taken care of Willy,” Webs says, voice low with judgement. Colin tries harder to get at Hutts’ dick but Hutts just increases his grip in Colin’s hair, until his eyes prick with painful tears and he backs off.“You should listen,” Hutts murmurs, stroking Colin’s scalp where bright aftershocks of pain are making his teeth tingle.“We’re a team,” Webs continues and one hand briefly leaves Colin’s ass before returning, cool and slick, to rub against his spit-loosened hole. “We take care of our things.”Colin gasps around Hutts’ dick when Webs’ finger pushes inside, steady and relentless, much like Webs himself. Colin wants to squirm, wants to close his legs, wants to push back into it.“It not just take take take,” Webs is saying, but Colin can tell his focus is on where he’s easing Colin open, pulling out, adding more lube, sliding back in but with a twist. “That’s not how a team works. Everyone’s important in a team. Everyone gets what they need.”The tone in the room goes from contrite to interested when Webs adds more lube and another finger, twisting and tugging, knees pressing Colin’s thighs wide open. When Hutts comes in his mouth, Colin barely even notices.Webs’ attention, when it’s full and focused, is a lot to take. The rest of the guys in the room have crowded close and Colin feels hot, exposed and vulnerable under their eyes. Someone reaches down, helps him out of his shirt and then he’s naked and splayed out for them to look their fill.“You’re doing good,” Webs soothes when Colin shifts, restless and twitchy, scissoring his fingers and making Colin gasp. “That’s right, that’s good. You’re gonna take everyone’s dick tonight. We’re gonna get your hole so wet, Willy.” It sounds like a promise.Webs’ dick slides inside with very little fuss, loosening what little resistance is left on the first few thrusts, letting Webs set up a nice, slow, steady pace.“Cocksluts needs a lot of care and attention,” Webs murmurs, hand finding the back of Colin’s neck and resting there, anchoring him to the bed. “I know Willy likes it rough but it’s a nice change of pace to be careful with him once in a while, hmm?”“Yeah,” someone murmurs back and they sound halfway gone already, like Colin’s been sucking them rather than lying here taking whatever Webs wants to give him.Colin floats for a while, caged in and grounded by Webs’ big body around him and his big dick dragging inside him, until Webs tugs his hips up and starts thrusting with more purpose, pinning Colin when he finds the right angle and just going for it until Colin is screaming.Colin’s dick jerks as he comes all over Webs’ comforter but it doesn’t slow Webs down at all. Colin whines, over-sensitive and squirmy but Webs just pins him more firmly and fucks and fucks until he’s grunting his orgasm into Colin’s ear while his dick jerks deep inside Colin’s hole.Colin collapses on the bed like his strings have been cut when Webs presses a dry-lipped kiss to the back of his neck before pulling out. He feels raw and open, skin goose-fleshing up at the loss of heat.Someone is shoving between his thighs though, hands sliding under his stomach to tug at his spent dick while a decidedly not spent dick prods between his cheeks before sliding inside.“Oh fuck,” Smitty gasps into Colin’s ear, “your ass feels fucking amazing on my dick.” He pulls back, huffing out a laugh. “Look! He’s clinging to me like he doesn’t want me to pull out! His ass knows who’s gonna give it the best dicking.” He pats Colin’s asscheeks before thrusting back insides while an argument over who’s going to dick him the best erupts around him. Colin closes his eyes and tilts his ass up into Smitty’s thrusts, flushing at Smitty’s delighted crowing.They take turns with him, his ass or mouth always working until Colin loses track of who’s inside him, of who’s thrusting at his back, filling him up. He’s exhausted long before they’re done so he lets his body go limp and accepts their dicks, half floating as they talk over the top of him. Flip narrates the entire time, how hot Colin’s ass is, how wet, how good it feels to shove his dick inside. Nealer humps him like he’s a virgin, hips jack-rabbiting, breath fast and heavy against the back of Colin’s neck.He dozes for a while, wakes up when Fish flips him over, bending him almost in half, muttering against his lips about cocksluts and tight asses, thrusting in at an angle that makes Colin shiver and whine, dick jerking uselessly against his abdomen.“Yeah, yeah, that’s right,” Fish mutters, fucking in harder, “slut - take it - take it.”Webs fucks him again last, a slow drag of dick that stretches him wide and makes him sob. Webs wriggles two of his fingers in alongside his dick, murmuring, “We’ve fucked you good. Loose enough to take two dicks, huh? Maybe next time. I think you’d like it.”Webs wipes him clean when he’s finished, smiling down at where Colin can still feel his hole leaking jizz.“We got you sopping, just like I said,” he says, nodding in approval.Webs kisses his forehead when he tucks Colin into the bed in his guestroom, brushes a hand over his hair and turns off the light.----Losing always fucking sucks but losing at home sucks the hardest, like someone kicking you when you’re already in a heap on the floor. Colin’s whole body feels like lead and he can’t stop thinking about that turn-over in the second. He should have been faster.He looks up when he feels Webs eyes on him, attuned to it now. Webs tilts his head, the hint of a question on his lips. Colin feels the attention of half the room snap to him in an instant. His face flushes and his toes curl inside his skates as he gives Webs a small nod then turns away to keep getting undressed.He fucked up out there tonight, the least he can do is give his team a little relief. Smitty slides up as Colin’s leaning over to grab his bag, stealing it out from under his hands, laughing at the way Colin frowns at him. Fish appears next to him, throwing a heavy arm over his shoulders and guiding him out the door, Flip and Hutts bickering good-naturedly between themselves as they follow close behind. He looks back over his shoulder and catches Webs’ eye. Webs smiles at him, a small private thing, and Colin feels a shiver work up the length of his spine.He might be a cockslut but he’s their cockslut.