#basically Nico hischier has a pussy for reasons

[lilyrizzy]

nicojack, nico has a pussy drabble

The first thing Jack notices when he steps into the Devil’s locker room is that Nico Hischier has a pussy.

Which is not something totally uncommon. It’s great in fact, for inclusivity. Jack once read a stat that said at least 8% of guys in the NHL were estimated to have them, so like. It’s a win for diversity.

It’s just that he’s never seen one on a teammate before. In the flesh, with his own eyes.

He’s certainly never walked into the locker room, bone dead after practice to find his fellow first overall pick sat in the stall next to his, naked from the waist down, with his legs splayed to reveal a cunt.

It’s enough to stop Jack dead in his tracks.

Then, once his hormone-soaked brain has caught up with his eyes, it’s enough to make his mouth water.

“What’s up, Rookie?” Someone behind him- Coleman, maybe- asks, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “See something you like?”

The room erupts into a chorus of hoots and wolf whistles, enough to draw everyone’s attention to him, and then to Nico. In an instant, the tops of Jack’s cheeks begin to burn, no doubt changing colour to a blotchy red, but-

When he drags his eyes away from Nico’s pussy for long enough to check if he’s as equally embarrassed, he finds that Nico is simply looking up at Jack, tongue poking between his teeth, eyebrows raised. He doesn’t look mad, but there’s a challenge on his face that Jack isn’t sure how to rise to.

From beside Nico, Jesper reaches across to pat the inside of his thigh twice, like it’s nothing. Jack’s eyes track the movement and his gut twists with a fierce jolt of longing, because-

Is that something Nico lets all the guys do? Is that something Jack could do too, if they became friends? Could he put his hand higher, let his fingertips skate dangerously close to Nico’s folds where he’s probably warm and wet, and-

Jack bolts for the showers as quickly as his aching muscles can carry him, ignoring the chortles of laughter that follow him. Inside, he twists the dial as far into the blue as it’ll turn and stays under the spray for a long, long time.

It should have stopped there.

Nico’s pussy isn’t even like, that good is the thing. Or at least, it shouldn’t be, objectively. It’s not the hardwood floor Jack is used to enjoying in the porn he can now pay for, and it’s not the neatly trimmed strands that hardly poke out from around the edges of the underwear that girls he takes home from bars wear.

Nico’s pussy is surrounded by wiry, dark hair, the same kind that covers his arms and curls across his chest. It looks like he’s never shaved it once in his life, and really that should be a turn off.

It shouldn’t be the thing Jack imagines slipping his fingers through when he’s alone in his bed, unable to nap. It shouldn’t be the thing he imagines tugging at, just to see if it would make Nico hiss or whine, and it absolutely shouldn’t be the thing he imagines tasting, coarse against his tongue.

The only thing Jack can do is chalk it up to novelty, at first, especially when none of the other guys seem to have the same problem he does when it comes to tearing his eyes away. They continue to chirp him brutally for how he can’t string a sentence together when Nico’s bare cunt is within his eyesight, but to them looking and not touching is apparently no big deal.

It’s new for Jack, he reasons to himself. People in America are much more private about this shit in his experience.

Usually, guys tiptoe off to private rooms to change out of their gear, not because they have to or anything, but because they want to. Or at least, that’s what Jack has always assumed, because no one has ever been a dick about it openly in front of him. It’s pretty much taboo to chirp someone about it, even in Juniors. Bad manners, or whatever. In the NHL it’d be the quickest way to get yourself a three game ban, and-

Nico, Jack is fairly certain, is treated the same way as any other guy on the team. Better even, because they all so obviously adore him. Jack has spent a while watching everyone’s interactions with Nico closely enough to be sure of that, jealousy thrumming hotly through his veins as he searched for hints that there was anything more than friendship between Nico and Hall, or maybe Bratt, only to come up empty.

Nico is clearly comfortable with his body not because all their teammates have already had a taste, but because he just is.

Which is great, of course, except for how it makes Jack’s life a living wet dream. His dick is beginning to chafe from the number of times he’s had to get a hand around it, fist shoved into his mouth so as not to wake anyone else in the house. Then even that stopped feeling like enough, and he’s pretty sure he’s rubbed a hole in his bed sheets from rutting against them, his face buried in the pillow that he pathetically pretends is the gorgeous space between Nico’s thighs.

And Jack wouldn’t mind but sometimes it feels like Nico is trying to make it hard for him.

Strutting around their shared hotel rooms with no underwear on, he doesn’t seem to be conscious at all of his nudity when he flops onto Jack’s bed, belly down to pick up the Xbox remote and load up Fortnite. In the showers at the rink, he doesn’t hide the way he rubs a soapy hand between his legs, fingers dipping up inside himself, even as Jack tries to hide the glances he steals in Nico’s direction.

When he’s finished, Nico doesn’t even bother to wrap a towel around his waist, just walks right back across the room naked, seemingly more preoccupied with rubbing it through his dripping hair.

It feels like everywhere Jack looks, there is Nico’s pussy.

The novelty doesn’t fade.

Even after two months of being on the team, the possibility of seeing Nico’s cunt is still the thing that has Jack vibrating with more excitement than their goal buzzer. It doesn’t fucking fade, and when Jack finds himself jerking awake from yet another sticky dream about Nico’s cunt- spread so close to his mouth, enough to smell, touch, and taste, if he just opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue- well, it’s clear that the writing is on the wall.

Jack needs to eat his pussy.