One Timers

Brad Marchand’s phone always happens to go off at the most awkward times. this time, of course, it’s just as he’s sitting down for dinner with his date for the night. He doesn’t recognize the Dallas number, but he knows it likely has to do with Tyler. Damn, he misses his best friend. He excuses himself and quickly makes his way towards the restrooms before answering it.

“Hello?” He says.
“Marchand?” The voice on the phone asks.
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“It’s Jamie Benn. You got a minute?”

Shit. What did Tyler do now?

“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I’m kinda worried about Ty right now, actually. I know you’re a good friend of his, and I was hoping you could help me.”
“What did he do this time? Get a Dallas girl pregnant already?”

Benn is silent on the other end.

“Actually, no. He hasn’t slept with a girl in months.”
Brad’s jaw drops. He loves Tyler like a brother, but the kid doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants.
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah. He suddenly just stopped bringing girls home a couple months ago and as of last week he started refusing to go out with us. I’m not even sure if he’s had any alcohol since then. I asked him about it, but he just shrugged it off.”
“That’s weird as fuck. What do you want me to do about it?”
“Well, I was hoping you could make some sense of something I overheard last night when we were in Chicago. He was thrashing around in his sleep and muttering things and woke me up. I eventually shook him enough that he woke up, but not before he said the same name about a hundred times. I’m hoping it’s someone from Boston. Someone you might recognize.”

“What’s the name?” Brad asks.
“Jess.”

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Tyler definitely isn’t looking forward to tomorrow’s home game against the Bruins. He’s still incredibly pissed at them for trading him. He was a champion with them. That was his home. His family. And they just got rid of him like he was nothing. To them, he meant nothing. The thought of that city makes his stomach sick. Both with anger and sadness. He really does miss it. The only good thing about tomorrow’s game is that he gets to see Marchy tonight.

He doesn’t really feel like going out, so he sends Marchy a text to just come hang out at his house. He agrees, and twenty minutes later his doorbell is ringing. With his signature smile crossing his lips, he jumps up from the couch and heads for the door, Marshall in tow. He swings it open, ready to greet his friend only to be met with the one person he never thought he’d see again.

“Jess.” He breathes.
“Hear me out.” She says, pushing into his house and petting Marshall on the head.
The chocolate lab barks at her and rubs himself against her leg, clearly happy to see the neighbor he got so used to running with in the mornings.
“I know we left things at an awkward place. I know I told you that I didn’t want to try anything when you had to move across the country. And I tried to move on, believe me I did. I slept with a couple of guys in the past few months that I’m not completely proud of. I just kept hoping that your stupid face would stop plaguing me every second of every day. But fuck, Tyler. I miss you so much it’s stupid. We were best friends before we decided to regularly sleep together. That was working out great until you got traded. Now I’ve lost my friend, I’ve lost my bed buddy, and you’ve completely ruined me for any other man. None of them could satisfy me even close to as well as you do. Not as a friend in my daily life and certainly not in bed.”

Tyler’s jaw hangs open the entire time she’s talking. But as that last statement flows from her mouth, his body moves on its own.

His whole body presses her back against the closed door, his hips grinding into hers in a slow circular motion. His arms find her soft sides and his lips mold to hers in an angry passion. The feeling of her familiar shape under his touch ignites the desire he hasn’t been able to find the past couple of months, and he feels himself growing hard with each press of his hips.

Her hands make quick work of his shirt and pants, quickly pulling them off his sculpted body. Her eyes light up at the sight of him, something that has always turned him on like nothing else. His fingers fumble to find the zipper on her dress, and once they do he practically tears the material in an effort to get it off.

She drops the straps from her arms, revealing her green and yellow bra and matching panties. Tyler’s bulge grows bigger, straining against his black briefs. With one look at each other, their bodies mold together again, greedy and desperate.

His fingers trail all over her body, cupping and kneading at her breasts as her lips begin to suckle on his neck. He’s pleasantly surprised when she goes right for his sweet spot and lets out an appreciative moan. Her hips buck against his and he reaches down to grab her ass, wrapping her legs around him.

He makes the short walk to the couch and sits down with her in his lap. His fingers make quick work of the clasps behind her back, releasing her breasts from their confinement. His lips attach to them, darting back and forth between the soft swells. Her back arches towards him and her hips grind against his, causing all the blood that wasn’t already in his lap to rush there.

“Ty.” She breathes. “I’m sorry I let you go.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t force you to make me stay.”

That’s all they need to say as their bodies find each other in the heat of their passion. Separated only by the thin fabrics covering their groins, their bodies become one as they make out like a pair of teenagers. Her bare breasts press against his chest and his large hands attempt to memorize each curve of her back and ass.

Tyler decides he has to be covering her, and flips them over so her body is laying under him on the couch. Jess has absolutely no problem with that, as she’s often said her idea weight is Tyler Seguin on top of her.

He seems content with just kissing her and feeling her body under his for now, but it’s been so long since either of them have felt the bliss of being together. Of being with the one person who understands everything about them. Her fingers push his briefs over his muscular ass and she feels his mast press against her lower stomach, hot and hard.

He moans at the feeling of being pressed against her soft skin and her nails dig into the muscles in his ass, drawing him closer. His hips grind slowly into hers, sparking every nerve ending in both of their bodies. His lips find the soft skin of her neck and bite into it softly, eliciting a moan.

“Ty, baby.” She whispers. “As much as I love feeling you dry hump my leg, there’s somewhere else I’d rather feel you.”

A low growl escapes from his throat as he pulls away, dropping his hands to her hips. He kneels between her legs, her goods spread out beneath him. His dark, hungry eyes scan her fading tan lines, stopping at the “Stanley Cup Champions” tattoo on her hip that he convinced her to get with him and the guys. He always gave her credit for giving him the confidence on the ice to play as well as he did. It only felt right that she got the same distinction of having those words on her as they all did.

His palms trace her curves and his thumbs dip under the elastic band of her boy short underwear, pressing against the bones beneath her skin. His other fingers follow, and he pushes them down her legs and off her feet. Drunk on the beautiful sight of her uncovered pussy, Tyler presses soft kisses to her stomach, trailing down her abdomen to her waist.

A finger swipes at her slit, finding it slick with her arousal. He wants to please her so badly, but the promise of being buried in her is just too tempting. He pulls his mouth back from her skin and moves to line himself up with her entrance. Drawing her lips into a kiss, he drops his weight into her, sinking gloriously into her beautiful heat.

“Jess.” He moans.

She can’t possibly form a rational response as her head falls back, enjoying the familiar feeling of him filling her. She tilts her hips upwards, allowing him to slip deeper inside of her until he’s completely buried up to the hilt.

He decides in that moment that he isn’t going to fuck her like his body wants to so desperately. Instead, he begins pumping himself in and out of her slowly. The hitch in her breath and her soft moans tell him that she wasn’t expecting this. Why would she? They weren’t lovers in the past, just friends with benefits. They fucked. Hard. Often. But in their time together, they never once made love.

This time is different. Tyler hadn’t realized it until he opened his door and saw her standing there, but he had fallen for the quirky girl next door. He missed her. He needed her. He might even be in love with her. And he wants to show her exactly that.

“Ty, what are you doing?” She asks, running her fingers through his hair.
“Just go with it.” He responds with a smile.

Tyler grabs her hips, pulling them up and changing the angle of their connection. He feels her shudder and presses deeper and more forcefully. She lets out a whimper and he knows he’s found her spot. He continues to attack it, holding off the quiver in his dick. He wants so badly to bury his load in her. His desire is increasing as his thrusts get harder and sloppier. He can’t hold back as his hips begin to have a mind of their own, pounding into her repeatedly.

“Jesus, Ty. Oh fuck.” She cries.

She’s so beautiful, spread out beneath him. Her hair is tossed around, her face in pure ecstasy. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, absorbing the shock of his body slamming into hers. Her hands grasp at the couch and pillows around her, twisting the fabrics between her fingers. One leg is wrapped around his waist, and the other has fallen over the side of the couch. He watches as his cock disappears into her, enjoying the sight of her skin stretching to accommodate his size.

The sight makes his balls clench, and he realizes he enjoys this feeling way more than he knew. His hand slips to their connection and he runs the pad of his thumb along her clit, hoping to speed up her pleasure.

“Ty, oh God.” She moans. “I’m so close.”
“I’m too close.” He admits. “Let go, baby.”

Her walls quake around him and he feels a new warmth. She comes with only a light whimper, digging her nails into his forearm. It sends him over the edge and he pulls out, spilling his load over her stomach.

The massive amount of his thick white cum is indicative of how long it’s been since he felt release, and she enjoys the sight of it covering her body. She knows it’s meant for her. Out of breath, Tyler leans his head against hers, pressing a kiss to her temple. He quickly springs up and disappears into the kitchen, confusing her.

Her confusion is quelled when he returns with a warm paper towel and begins wiping his cum off her. His hands are gentle, stroking her skin even after his mess is cleaned up. He pulls her up so she’s sitting and draws her onto his lap. His arms wrap around her and she buries her nose in the crook of his neck.

“Why did you come?” He asks.
“Marchy said you needed me.” She responds.
“You just dropped everything?”
“Yeah.”
“What about your classes?”
“I’m only taking two this semester, with the same professor. Turns out he’s a huge Tyler Seguin fan. So you’re going to have to sign something for me to take back to thank him for excusing me for a couple days.”
He chuckles.
“Why only two?”
“I’m graduating at the end of this semester.”

He thinks for a second.

“Move in with me.” He says, suddenly.
“What?”
“When you graduate. Come here to Dallas and move in with me.”
“Ty, I don’t know about that....”
“Jess, I haven’t been able to get it up in months. I’ve tried, believe me. But despite the fact that I’ve got plenty of hot women throwing themselves at me, none of them could please me. None of them were you. Move in with me. Be my girlfriend. Be my best friend. Please.”

Always Tyler’s best wingman, Marshall comes trotting over and jumps up on the couch, resting his head on Jess’s leg and looking up at her with pleading eyes. Jess can’t help but laugh and the crazy pup and his crazier owner.

“Okay.” She says.
“Okay?”

Notes

Requested. Hope you all enjoy it.