Teach Me How to Dougie

I sat on the couch, bowl of popcorn in my lap, ready to watch the game. I was wearing Dougie's shirt and a pair of leggings, so i was cozy and prepared to get into fan mode.

"Holly! The puck is about to drop!"

Holly came running in from our closet, wearing my Bergy shirt again and plopping down beside me.

"I'm here, I'm here! You ready?"

I nodded. I usually felt a little anxious before watching a game, but now that I had become so close with Dougie, I felt those feelings ten times over. Not only was I nervous that the team would lose, but I was also scared that something would happen to Dougie. I had sent him a "Good Luck" text before the game, but hadn't heard back, presumably because he was preparing to play.

The whistle blew and the ref dropped the puck, Holly and I preparing our voices for three periods of screaming.
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Three and a half hours later, the game was over. The game had gone into OT and, unfortunately, the B's had come out on the losing end. Final score: 4-3.

The loss stung even more because it was against the Habs. I knew that the team would be beating themselves up for the loss, as they always blamed themselves for losing.

With a sigh, I turned off the TV. Holly had hopped into the shower after realizing what time it was, so I walked over to my bed and sat down, still feeling the disappointment from the loss. I opened my phone to send Dougie a message, but couldn't think of what to say.

What do you say to someone who just lost a huge game? These guys all loved to play hockey, but also played it as their job. Dougie wasn't always super vocal about his feelings, whether good or bad, but I knew he would be feeling pretty down.

*Chloe: I'm sorry about the loss. You played great, and Holly and I watched every minute of the game. Good night and see you soon. :)*

A few minutes later, I saw that Dougie had read my message, but he wasn't responding. I blamed it on frustration, but I was still worried. I sent him another quick message.

*Chloe: Everything okay?*

*Buzz*

*Dougie: I'm fine. Just go to bed.*

Ouch, message received.

I could tell Dougie was in no mood to talk, but was still hurt by his abrupt message. I turned my alarm and threw my phone onto the table next to me, pulling my blanket over my head and trying to fall asleep.
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I woke up to my alarm blaring as usual, turning it off as quickly as I could. It had taken me longer than usual to fall asleep. I was frustrated by Dougie and my brief conversation and couldn't stop thinking about it.

I threw on a pair of leggings and my pink Patagonia pullover, shuffling my feet into a pair of Sperry's and heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and finish getting ready. My one class of the day got cancelled, but I wanted to head out to go get some work done. I knew that I wouldn't get anything done if I sat around in the apartment, so I decided to go sit in the food court in the center of campus. I really didn't have much work to do, but I figured I could maybe get ahead on some stuff.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, locking the door behind me. My phone rang as I walked out the door. It was Dougie.

"Hi Dougie."

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for not responding to you last night. And also for being a douche when I finally did. It's just- I was frustrated from the game."

I sighed, not really too surprised.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Are you busy right now?"

"No, not really."

"Come over. Please."

Dougie sounded really tired and frustrated. I was still sort of grumpy, but it broke my heart to hear him upset. Plus, I had really missed him in the two days he was gone.

"I'll come over soon."

I hung up my phone without saying goodbye, crossing the street to get on the T.
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I knocked on Dougie's door, hearing footsteps approach quickly. He threw it open and threw his arms around me, holding me close. We shuffled aside, allowing the door to close, but remained in our embrace. I slowly lifted my arms from my sides, wrapping them around his waist. Dougie spoke into my hair.

"I'm sorry for being an ass. You don't deserve to be treated badly, even if I had a bad game."

"It's okay, I get that you were frustrated."

He pulled away, holding onto my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

"No, it's not okay. You're nothing but nice to me, and you deserved a nicer response from me."

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders.

"I accept your apology, Dougie. I was definitely surprised by your snippy message, especially because you are usually pretty calm and collected. But I can understand being frustrated after a loss. Especially one to the Habs."

Dougie walked away, head in his hands, going to lay on the couch. He laid on his back, arms folded and covering his eyes. He groaned loudly.

I walked over and straddled him, laying myself down flat on his chest and resting my chin on my hands.

"Hey", I lifted his arm off of his eyes, which were partially closed. "You played great. Ignore the scoreboard and just look to the next game. It's still the beginning of the season, and it was one game. Screw the Habs, anyways. They still suck."

That got a little smile out of Dougie, although he tried his best to hide it.

"Seriously, blue and red is a cliché color scheme anyway. Black and gold is much more badass. Plus, they haven't won the cup in years. Pretty lame."

He started laughing, moving his arms off of his eyes and resting them behind his head. I moved myself forward a few inches and leaned in to kiss him. I lowered my kisses, pulling Dougie's shirt down a little and focusing on his collarbone.

"What are you doing?"

I flipped my hair back, sitting up.

"I owe you a hickey, remember?"

I pointed to my neck, directing his attention to where his two marks had once been. Dougie attempted to protest, but I put my finger over his mouth.

"Nuh-uh. Deal's a deal."

I leaned down again, returning my attention to Dougie's collar bone. I yelped as Dougie sat up, nearly falling off of his body.

"Hey!"

"Don't get too carried away, I've got a game on Wednesday and my uniform will only cover so much."

"Fine, fun's over", I said, shrugging my shoulders.

I could see Dougie smirk and his eyes darken as he reached his hands under my top, pulling it over my head. I was only wearing a bra underneath, hot pink lace with a tiny silver bow in the middle.

Dougie had already pulled his shirt off, so I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back down. He held me to his body as we began kissing again, this time ramping up the energy. I ground myself into his lap, moving against his erection. His athletic shorts were doing little to hide his enthusiasm. I could hear him groan as I did this, which was so fucking hot.

I felt Dougie's hands slide down my back as he cupped my ass, moving himself to a sitting position, as I remained straddling his lap. He turned so that he sat in a normal position on the couch, feet resting on the floor. He reached his hands behind my back, struggling to unclasp my bra. I reached behind and helped him, giggling at the surprising coordination coming from a professional hockey player. A slight blush came to his cheeks, but he finally popped it open, letting my bra fall to the floor.

I felt him harden underneath me as he planted kisses down my chest, rubbing his hands up and down my back. I leaned my head back as he cupped my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. I felt butterflies fill my stomach as a small ripple of pleasure spread down south.

"Okay, my turn."

I put my hands on Dougie's shoulders, pushing myself into a standing position. I knelt down in between Dougie's legs, reaching forward to pull his shorts off. He moved himself up slightly, pulling off his shorts and boxers in one swift movement.

I was not surprised to see that he was big, considering he was a big guy otherwise. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and looked into his eyes, my eyes filled with lust. I lowered my mouth onto him, taking him in slowly.

As I moved him in and out of my mouth, I felt his hands resting lightly in my hair. I looked up mid-stroke, noticing that his head was leaning back and his eyes were closed. I continued moving my mouth up and down on him, caressing him with each pump.

Dougie's breath hitched and I felt his hands grasp my hair a little firmer. The moans that escaped his mouth as he got closer to the edge made me blush. His normally quiet and shy exterior was thrown to the wind.

With a grunt, I felt his warmth fill my mouth, as he sighed my name. I swallowed and wiped my mouth on my arm, getting to my feet. Dougie pulled his shorts back on, pulling me into his lap. I cuddled into him, resting my head on his chest. I leaned behind me, grabbing my bra and top and quickly putting them back on.

"Probably best to cover up in case your roomies come back."

"Yeah, I'd say so."

Dougie kissed my forehead.

We sat in that position, Dougie stroking my hair as I listened to his heart beat through his chest and the sound of his breathing, steady and calm. We didn't say anything, but that's what was so nice. We didn't need to say anything.

The silence was never awkward with Dougie.

Notes

Ugh, writing smut is hard. Sorry if it's awkward or bad. Thanks for reading. <3