Welcome back Fic'ers this is probably one of the more inspired stories that I've written. One of my biggest T.V Crushes is the Degrassi Bad Boy Owen Milligan, Since his character has matured during "Showdown" I wanted to write a story to unfold the different layers of the former bad boy. Enjoy R&R and leave your thoughts.

Ice Hounds: Puck Buddies
Owen/Campbell

Campbell sat on the locker room bench over heating with the embarrassment that clouded his mind. Holding back the tears that threatened to break he waited until he was sure that Dallas was gone for good before letting the first tear fall. The young hockey player stripped himself of his shoulder pads and whipped them across the room. His face flushed as he let the stream of emotions flood out of him.

Taking a hold of his skates he beat them against the lockers and in the heat of the moment dropped them to the ground. As the gear hit the tiled floor, Cam balled his fist and resumed taking his aggression out on the metal door. His pale biceps flexed as he crossed his arms resting them against the cool surface. Campbell buried his head into them, and finally let the tears stream.

In the mists of his emotional break he didn't hear the foot steps that entered the room. "Hey, dude you okay?" the gruff voice asked as the boy took a seat on the nearby bench. Campbell sniffled and reddened even farther as he turned to find out who was watching his breakdown. "Ah? . . . what's going on Cammy boy?" the teen asked.

"It's . . . It's nothing." The younger teen sniffled as he responded. When he realized that it was Owen, Cam tried as hard as he could to bury the wave of anxiety that was running out. Owen looked around the washroom cautiously then let out a sigh, "Come here, Tell Owen what's wrong." The dark haired Jock said wrapping his arm around the younger boy's taut waist.

Campbell turned into Owen's form still holding back the pressure of hurt and tears. When he sat down on the bench and Owen closed the space between them. As Cam wound his arms around the massive broadness of the older teen's chest he realized on contact that he had just gotten out of the shower. His biceps were slick from the wetness that glistened over his exposed form.

The younger teen rested his cheek into the bigger jock's pec and felt Owen's nipples erect against his chin. "Alight, bud you going to tell me what's going on?" Owen asked his gruff husky voice calming. Campbell buried his face into the crease between the larger teen's chest "I can handle this." He mumbled into the solid build.

"Everyone is just expecting so much and I can't take it . . ." Campbell whimpered under the iron embrace. "I'm just stressed man." Owen caressed the boy's sweat soaked head and tightened his biceps around his smaller form. "Look bro, you've got everyone wanting a piece of ya' and you're feelin' alone right?" the larger teen asked looking down at the boy in his arms. "You need to relax man, and do what makes you feel better, don't do what everyone tells you. What do you want to do?" Owen spoke running his muscular palm down the bare slope of the smaller teen's back in a soothing motion.

"Dallas doesn't make things any better." The younger jock let out as the older boy comforted him. "Hey, Cam?" Owen lifted the boy's chin and the boy's sea blue eyes met Campbell's, "He's just jealous." The caring seriousness that reflected in his eye sparked a new image of the older teen in Cam's mind. "He knows you got the talent and he cant compete with that." The picture that everyone builds Owen as, didn't match any thing like this guy here right now.

The sandy haired boy looked up into Owen's compassionate gaze and all the turmoil inside him melted away. The dark mess of hair hung just above Owen's eyes the closeness built up a relaxing tension that washed away Campbell's perception of what was wrong. "You think so?" the younger jock questioned. Owen brought his fist up beside the boy's cheek then used his thumb to brush off a tear that was slowly climbing down his cheek. "I know it. . ." He whispered as he out stretched his palm and caressed the back of Campbell's neck. The smaller teen found the air growing thicker and the warmth of the muscular slightly bronzed guy making the boy wanting more of the closeness.

Campbell brought his hands up to Owen's chest and laid his palms flat against his solid muscular form. He let his eyes wonder the uncovered surface that stood broad in front of him. When he looked up again he was caught in the gaze of the larger teen that held him. Slowly, Campbell leaned in and Owen pushed his head down. Meeting the smaller form their lips meet in a gentle flick. Owen pulled away and looked around the room briefly before pulling Campbell in again.

When the boys broke for the second time Cam shot Owen his puppy dog look. "Is this what you want?" the older teen asked in a lust heated whisper. The younger teen ran his palm down the Hockey Player's exposed bronzed muscles and brushed his thumb over the length of dark spread hair that surrounded his abs and over shadowed the crease between his pecs. "C'mon Cammy, don't be afraid to take what you want. Just make your move bro, and I'll follow." Owen challenged the younger boy but, Campbell still quivered under the intensity.

Owen let go of the smaller jock and stood up, "I'm willing to give you what you need big guy." Campbell smiled at the offer and blushed as he watched Owen release himself from the towel that hung off his hips. As Owen threw his towel into the open locker over Cam's shoulder, Campbell's eyes trailed over the fullness of the naked hunk. The dark lush of hair flowed into the depths of Owen's waistline, expanding into a field of dark curls that widened to his thick thighs.

"C'mon, Cammy boy, take it or leave it?" Owen pushed as he stood holding his arms out stretched. Cam tore his eyes away from the massively hung member that rested thickly between Owen's legs and stood up to pull the jock in claiming what he wanted. "I want it." He stated as he stiffened in his thin hockey pants. As the boys connected for another lip lock, Owen opened his mouth and encouraged Cam to take control.

As Cam wrestled his tongue with Owen's he moaned and mewed at the touch. As he backed the smaller jock into the wall, Owen broke the kiss and looked down at Cam. "You're bout to get lucky Cam, I don't normally let Tenner's get this far . . ." Owen whispered huskily dark with erotic intent. "Plus, I'm going to let you show me." He stated as he reached to unlace the Hockey uniform that still covered the younger teen. As he spoke Owen widened his teal blue eyes and playfully cocked his eyebrows up and down. "You ready to lose it big guy?"

Campbell shook under the grasp of Owen's grip. The smaller teen quivered in pleasure when the Larger Player took hold of his length. "I-I'm . . . " Campbell looked into the older boy's lust darkened eyes "How'd you know I was . . ." he stuttered and blushed realizing that Owen knew he would be his first.

Owen leaned in and kissed and nipped at the boy's neck, "Don't worry big guy I'm okay with making you man." He teased as Cam reddened. "Just let Owen take care of you stud." He concluded as he slid the slick fabric down the slope of Cam's thighs.

The smaller teen's heart stormed in his chest as he anticipated the decent that Owen took down his body. When the bigger teen knelt and took grip of the pale shift he looked up at the Tenner that leaned against the wall nervous and aroused. The older jock wrapped his lips around the thickness, and took it to the base with ease. While he sucked at the shaft, he lapped up the clearness that flooded instantly. "O-oowen. . . I-I'veee. . . . Y-your sssoo good." Owen was enjoying the speechless stammering that the boy rambled, he pushed his thumb through the mess of sandy brown curls and flattened his palm and ascended up the newly pronounced abs.

He swallowed the shaft and grunted and roared as he reached the base. The vibrations that rose from Owen's lips caused the boy to tremble under the pressure. "You feeling better stud?" Owen asked as he pulled off. Campbell nodded as motioned for his hockey hunk to stand. "I want to give it a go." He stated as Owen stood.

"Alight, show me a good time Stud." The older jock teased. Cam, dropped to his knees and gripped the thick shaft that stood full and erect. He marveled at the size of the length that temped him. "Disappointed big guy?" Owen teased. Campbell smiled as he wrapped his lips around the legendarily sized head and drew it in balls deep.

"I'll take that as a nope." The older jock answered his own rhetorical question. He leaned back and sounded a satisfying sigh. As Cam lapped his tongue around the underside of the hockey stick he attempted to swallow the older jock entirely. He craned his neck in and choked slightly as he opened his mouth reaching the base the thickness.

Owen stroked the back of the Tenner's head and shivered in delight at the arousing actions that the eager young player took on. Campbell worked his tongue around the unit and finally reached the base of Owen's solid manhood. His chin smashing into the heavy balls that hung off the rod and his nose buried in the lush field of dark curls that surrounded the piece. While he worked himself around the shaft he paused continuously with each decent that he made.

"Shit Cammy, if my brother only knew . . ." Owen let out a husky growl of appeasement. "I can't imagine Tris's face." The younger jock smiled as he watched the excitement wash over the burly jock's face. "You think he would get jealous?" he asked as he popped off the thick erection. "Or do you think he'd congratulate you?" he finished with a teasing smirk.

"Don't get a head of your self stud, you still prove you got it." He smirked as he caressed the boy's cheek, pulling him to a stand. "You ready Big Guy?" . . .

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter next one up soon . . . thanks for reading please review and let me know what you think . . .

-Pariah