The Cup Night

A Puck Off Bonus Scene

Set one week after the epilogue
Contains: Explicit MM content, semi-public sex, possessive dirty talk, praise kink, and celebration sex with the Stanley Cup.
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The Cup gleamed in the moonlight.

Jaxson stood at the edge of the dock, watching silver reflections dance across the lake’s surface. The Stanley Cup sat on the worn wooden planks beside him, thirty-five pounds of history that he’d earned the right to spend twenty-four hours with as part of the championship tradition.

He’d brought it to the cabin. Their cabin. The place where everything had changed.

Behind him, the screen door creaked open.

“You brought the Cup to our sex cabin.” Nico’s voice was warm with amusement. “That is either incredibly romantic or deeply sacrilegious. I cannot decide which.”

“Both.” Jaxson turned, and his breath caught the way it always did when he saw Nico like this—barefoot, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, moonlight painting silver across the planes of his chest. “I wanted to share it with you. Properly. Without thirty teammates watching.”

Nico walked down the dock, each step deliberate, that predator’s grace that made him so lethal on the ice. He stopped inches away, close enough that Jaxson could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“The locker room kiss was not proper enough for you?” Nico’s eyes glittered with mischief. “I seem to remember champagne. Confetti. Your tongue in my mouth while the entire sports world watched.”

“That was for them.” Jaxson cupped Nico’s jaw, thumb tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone. “This is for us.”

He kissed Nico slowly, savoring the way Nico melted into him. No urgency this time. No fear of discovery. Just the two of them, the moonlight, and the trophy that represented everything they’d fought for.

When they broke apart, Nico was breathing harder. “Jax…”

“I know.” Jaxson’s hands found Nico’s hips, pulling him closer. “I know what you want.”

“Do you?” The challenge in Nico’s voice was familiar, beloved. Even after everything, they still had this—the push and pull, the competition that had defined them from the start. “Tell me.”

“You want me to fuck you next to the Cup.” Jaxson’s voice dropped low, the captain’s command that Nico pretended to hate and secretly loved. “You want to feel like a champion while I make you fall apart.”

Nico’s pupils blew wide. “That is… very specific.”

“Am I wrong?”

“You are never wrong about what I want.” Nico’s fingers curled into Jaxson’s shirt. “It is infuriating.”

“Good.” Jaxson kissed him again, harder this time, claiming. “Get on your knees.”

The words sent a visible shiver through Nico. For a moment, he hesitated—not from reluctance, but from the sheer intensity of his reaction. Then he sank down, knees hitting the worn wood of the dock, hands braced on Jaxson’s thighs.

“Look at you.” Jaxson’s voice was rough with want. “The league’s deadliest sniper, on his knees for me. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

“I have some idea.” Nico’s fingers worked at Jaxson’s belt, practiced and efficient. “Your cock is about to give me a very detailed explanation.”

Jaxson laughed—a real laugh, the kind he’d never allowed himself before Nico. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” The words came easily now, stripped of the fear that had haunted them for so long. “I love everything about you.”

Nico looked up at him, and something soft flickered in his eyes before the competitive fire returned. “Then stop talking and let me show you what champions do.”

He took Jaxson into his mouth.

Jaxson’s head fell back, a groan tearing from his throat. Nico was devastating like this—all heat and hunger and a skill that bordered on supernatural. His tongue traced patterns that made Jaxson’s knees threaten to buckle.

“Fuck.” Jaxson’s fingers tangled in Nico’s hair, not guiding, just holding. Anchoring himself to reality. “So good. You’re so fucking good.”

Nico hummed his approval, the vibration sending sparks up Jaxson’s spine. He took him deeper, throat working, eyes flicking up to watch Jaxson’s reaction with predatory satisfaction.

The moonlight caught the Cup beside them, silver and history and everything they’d earned. Jaxson looked at it, then down at the man kneeling before him, and felt something in his chest expand until it was almost painful.

This. This was what victory felt like.

Not the trophy. Not the parade. This. Nico. Theirs.

“Stop.” The word came out strained. “Nico, stop. I want—”

Nico pulled off with a wet sound that made Jaxson’s cock twitch. “What do you want?”

“Inside you. Now.”

The smile that curved Nico’s lips was pure sin. “I thought you would never ask.”

They stripped each other with the efficiency of men who’d done this a hundred times—and the reverence of men who still couldn’t believe their luck. Jaxson’s hands mapped Nico’s body like he was memorizing a new play, finding every spot that made Nico gasp and arch.

“Brought supplies.” Jaxson retrieved the lube from his discarded pants. “Came prepared.”

“Of course you did.” Nico spread himself out on the dock, utterly shameless, the moonlight turning his skin to marble. “My captain. Always thinking ahead.”

Jaxson knelt between his legs and took his time opening Nico up. One finger, then two, watching every flicker of expression on Nico’s face. The way his brow furrowed when Jaxson crooked his fingers just right. The way his breath stuttered when Jaxson pressed deep.

“Jax.” Nico’s hips rolled, seeking more. “Stop teasing.”

“Not teasing.” Jaxson added a third finger, stretching him slowly. “Savoring.”

“I will give you something to savor if you do not fuck me in the next thirty seconds.”

“Threats?” Jaxson twisted his fingers, hitting Nico’s prostate with unerring accuracy. “From the man who is currently a shaking mess beneath me?”

Nico’s response was lost in a moan.

“That’s what I thought.” Jaxson withdrew his fingers and slicked himself up, positioning himself at Nico’s entrance. “Ready?”

“I have been ready since you brought the Cup to our cabin, you insufferable—”

Jaxson pushed inside, and the rest of Nico’s complaint dissolved into a long, low groan.

They moved together like they did on the ice—reading each other, anticipating, finding rhythms that built and built. Jaxson’s thrusts were deep and steady, years of athletic discipline translating into stamina that made Nico curse in three languages.

“So tight.” Jaxson’s voice was wrecked. “So perfect. You were made for me.”

“Yes.” Nico wrapped his legs around Jaxson’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Yours. I am yours.”

The words hit Jaxson like a body check. He picked up the pace, chasing the pleasure that coiled at the base of his spine, watching Nico’s face transform with each thrust.

“Touch yourself.” It came out as an order. “Want to watch you come.”

Nico’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with Jaxson’s movements. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, and Jaxson couldn’t resist—he leaned down and bit, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck!” Nico’s whole body arched. “Again. Please, Jax, again—”

Jaxson bit him again, sucking a bruise into the junction of neck and shoulder. Claiming him. Marking him in a way the whole world would see.

“Come for me.” Jaxson’s hips snapped forward, hitting Nico’s prostate with every thrust. “Right now. Let me feel it.”

Nico shattered. His body clenched around Jaxson, pulling him impossibly deeper, spilling over his own fist with a sound that was half sob, half scream.

Jaxson followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm crashed through him. He pulsed inside Nico, riding out the aftershocks, holding the man he loved through the tremors that wracked them both.

When they finally stilled, Jaxson collapsed beside Nico on the dock, both of them panting at the stars.

“The Cup is still watching us,” Nico said after a moment.

“Pretty sure the Cup has seen worse.”

“I do not want to know what that means.”

Jaxson laughed, rolling onto his side to look at Nico. Even wrecked and sweaty, he was the most beautiful thing Jaxson had ever seen.

“I love you.” The words came easy now. Natural. “I love you so much it terrifies me sometimes.”

“Good.” Nico turned his head, meeting Jaxson’s eyes. “I want to terrify you. You deserve to feel something other than control for once.”

“I feel plenty.” Jaxson traced a finger down Nico’s chest. “I feel everything when I’m with you.”

Nico caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “We should probably clean up before the Cup gets any more traumatized.”

“Probably.” Neither of them moved. “Or we could go again.”

Nico’s eyes darkened with renewed interest. “Again?”

“We have it for twenty-four hours. Might as well make the most of it.”

“The most,” Nico repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I like the way you think, Captain.”

They didn’t make it inside until dawn.

By then, the Cup had definitely seen worse.

THE END

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