Challenge: "Fellowship"

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Manny's PoV

He rolls off my back and on to his, panting heavily. I too am gasping for breath. He was rough tonight.

I take a moment to collect myself before sitting up and setting my feet on the floor. Without a glance at him, I begin to search for my disgarded clothes.

"Not gonna stay for another go?" He sneers at me.

I bite my lip and ignore him. I could kick myself in the ass for coming tonight. Take that either way you want.

Todd fucked me for the first time a little over seven months ago after we beat them on their own ice.

I had been drinking, as had he, when I saw him in the hotel bar. I had no idea what he was doing there that night, and I still don't.

Did he come looking for me? Part of me wanted to believe that. But then the logical half beats back fantasy with a baseball bat.

Todd doesn't desire anything more from me than sex. That shouldn't bother me but it does. He's a fucking jackass, but still, everytime our teams play, we end up in bed together.

I shouldn't have let this happen in the first place. But I did.

I shouldn't let this continue. But I do.

Everytime I get up from bed with him, I cringe at myself and my weakness. I hate him. I fucking hate him for doing this to me. For making me weak.

Tears prick at my eyes as I zip up my pants.

He lays on the bed, not moving, and undoubtably watching me dress.

Let him.

I don't care.

I feel like a whore for allowing myself to get into this stupid situation. So let him look. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants.

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Todd's PoV

Even after all these month's, Manny is still quite the fuck.

I look forward to our teams playing each other, because that means I get to be inside him again. And trust me when I say, I love it.

I know he cares about me. He can't hide it when I'm riding him and making him cry out his pleasure at having me on top of him.

He doesn't want me to know that he cares, and he covers it well. But sometimes he slips up. He'll fold his fingers around mine when I'm being rough with him, or kiss my hand when he thinks that I'm asleep.

I love that he wants me. Although I don't want him in more than a physical sense, I can't help but feel bad for him as I watch him wince.

I'm not usually as rough with him as I was tonight. It's my fault he struggled to put his pants on.

All of a sudden, I hear him whimper.

I bolt up in bed. That can't be good.

He's trying to pull his shirt over his head, but he can't seem to do it. "What's wrong?" I ask, surprised that I give a shit.

He's surprised too. Slowly he turns to me, one arm through his shirt sleeve, the other extended at an odd angle.

He hesitates, not wanting to show me any more weakness than he already has. But he's in too much pain it seems. "My arm..." He whispers.

I look at him, tears are welling in his eyes. God, he must be in a hell of a lot of pain.

My heart contracts at the sight of him and I move to the side of the bed; beckoning him over.

Slowly, he comes to me. I spread my legs and turn him around, "Sit down." I say pulling his shirt away from him.

He does, situating himself between my legs. I take hold of his arm and work it back into a comfortable position.

He whimpers. Not too comfortable I guess. "What happened?" I ask.

"I got tripped up during the game..." I push hard on the joints in his shoulder and he cries out in pain, "Todd! Fuck! That hurts!"

"Shut up."

He turns slightly, "Stop. I'll go to the hospital or something. You're gonna make it worse."

He tries to stand but I pull him back down, "Sit down and shut the fuck up." My hands begin to work on his pressure points, "Trust me for once."

Saying nothing more, he allows me to push and rub his shoulder back into submission. His head falls forward and a slight moan escapes his lips.

I grin, "Better?"

He nods slighty, "Yeah..." He moans again.

I smile, genuinely. He isn't so bad.

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Manny's PoV

I can't even begin to tell you how shocked I was when Todd began to rub my shoulder. Since when does he give a shit if I'm in pain or not?

I allowed him to worry my aching joint, enjoying the closeness.

I guess he isn't as disgusting as I've convinced myself he is.