Itfeltsurprisinglyrighthaving Emil trapped against me.His head rested against my chest and he rose and fell with my breaths.It was peaceful.
“I thought you didn’t like me,” he said quietly.He didn’t sound especially sad, more speculative.
“Why did you think that?You’re probably the best player on the team.”
“I meant off the field dumbass.You avoided me,” he said, calling me out.
“I… did.”I didn’t elaborate, not sure I wanted to explain why, despite literally being buried inside him as we talked.
“Care to share?We aren’t exactly going anywhere right now.”He chuckled, and it made his hole squeeze my knot.I groaned.
“Fuck, don’t laugh or it’s never gonna go down.”
“Start talking.”Emil glared up at me with those big owlish brown eyes of his.
“Okay… but can you not look at me?”
“Fine, but the fact you’re more comfortable talking to me without eye contact while still knotting me is probably something you should contemplate.”
I reached down and swatted him on the arse again for being a cheeky little shit.
Sighing, I tried to work out where to begin.“I don’t know if you know this, but I’ve rarely been with male omegas, so I didn’t really expect to find you joining the team especially… challenging,” I admitted.
He lifted his head in surprise but huffed when I shoved his face away again.
“At the start of the season, it was fine when we were on the pitch.When we were playing together, I was too distracted for your scent to really get to me, but off the pitch… well, you make me feel like a caveman.”
“You’re being serious?”
“Painfully.As your suppressants have become less effective, it’s been harder.That’s not your fault, though; I’m just explaining why I’m a dick who ignores you because it was easier than telling you I wanted to take you home after each game and knot you until we were both cum-drunk messes.”
Emil’s breath hitched at that.“You can’t say things like that because I’m gonna get hard again, and then you’ll stay hard and we’ll miss the fucking pre-game warmup.”
“Maybe we should have let Harbour stay.I reckon it’d have gone down by now.”
“I can’t say the same.Harbour’s pretty hot.”
“How did I not know you were such a fucking brat?”
“You bring it out of me.”
The energy in the stadium was so palpable I could taste it.After knotting Emil that afternoon, I felt like I could take on the world and he finally didn’t look like a rubber band that was about to break.
“Ready Cap?”Harbour asked, slapping me on the back.
“The Tigers are going to make the fucking final this year,” I said.
“Yeah we fucking are!”He grinned at me, and it was infectious.
I looked around the room until my eyes landed on Emil, who was doing his final stretches before the match.Fuck me, he was bendy.
Coach walked into the locker room, and everyone shut up.
“Alright, lads.You’ve worked your arses off all season.Together, we’ve already taken this team further than it’s gone in over a decade, but I know we can go even further.This team has the ingredients to be the greatest team in the league.You just need to go out there today and show the Sharks what a bloody Tiger can do!Are you ready?”he shouted the last part.
“We’re ready!”we all yelled back before everyone cheered.
I led the way out of the locker room and down the tunnel, where orange and blue fireworks greeted us on the sidelines.
