Phone Sex Overhead in the Rink

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Disney and Dreamworks owns Elsa and Jack and others.

Rated M for very descriptive sexual encounters. It gets semi-juicy?


"Put it on speaker, Mr. Frost. You'll need your hands."

That was the turning moment. That one mistake caused the huge scene to occur at the next hockey game. Confused? Of course you are. Let's backtrack.

. . .

Elsa Frost: newly wed to Jack Frost, crazy in love, and one of the dirtiest, kinkiest girls around. Jack Frost: Elsa's counterpart, effortlessly whipped, and definitely in love with Elsa's idea of arousals.

They had been married for about three months now. Their honeymoon was the classic sex and it fulfilled them both. When they got home, however, they realized that the boring sex only got their blood flowing earlier because they were on a high from the idea of a honeymoon. That's when Elsa showed her true crazy side.

If the two were really pointing fingers, they should have blamed the coach for incident.

Jack was a professional hockey player. He and his band of teammates were very close. Any and every new position or sexually related adventure was relayed to them by the next after shower practice. Elsa loved the idea that all the guys drooled after her when she visited Jack at work. She was comfortable being known as the dirty wife, if only because everyone knew Jack was the only man she ever slept with. High school sweethearts never cheat. Obviously, she couldn't be called a slut or whore.

"Hello boys," Elsa grinned, sticking her head through the door with eyes closed. "Am I clear?" The guys just finished their second to last practice before the big game. Olaf, the goalie, broke into a grin and pulled Elsa inside, squeezing her tight in a chilling hug considering he just took an ice bath. Laughing, she got set back down on her feet and sang, "I brought muffins." They guys swarmed her, every last one of them planting a kiss on her cheek.

They all went back to organizing their gear once they ate their muffins. Elsa walked over to her second favorite player and Jack's best friend, Jamie. She opened her mouth but he answered before the question was even in the air. He, of all people, always knew what she was here for. "Ice bath, Elsie."

"Thank you," she giggled, walking towards the all too familiar ice baths and locking the door silently behind her. Jack was always the last player to finish since he worked out after practice instead of before. Before practice was simply too early for his tastes. She eyed him quickly, his white ice hair glinting in the dim lights.

Like always, she started off by sneakily placing both hands on his bare shoulders, marveling at their tautness. "Somebody's been working hard," she whispered, nipping his ear in the process. A wide grin spread across his face, but his eyes didn't pop open like before. Elsa got only slightly discouraged at that. She made a mental note to think of something new to do to surprise her ever-loving husband.

"I love you, baby," he said, letting out a breathy sigh. That was all it took for Elsa to run her hands into the frigid water, feeling his toned chest she adored. Jack had his eyes open now, excited to see her 'game plan' for today. She mixed it up…a lot.

Now you may wonder how in the hell could he get and keep a good boner up in ice-cold water. It was barely even considered an obstacle for Jack. He would do anything to get blown. In truth, it wasn't his conscience decision to arch his back, thrusting his hips just above the water. That was an involuntary movement caused by Elsa's delicate fingers fondling his package ever so gently.

With just a finger moving up and down his penis, a boner as sprouted. She was no newcomer to his large boner, but it gave her chills every time she came in contact with it. With a giddy laugh, Elsa wrapped on hand around the base, preparing to jerk him off while he still kept his shoulder under water. When in the ice bath, that was normally the easiest option. However, Elsa wanted more herself. Jack let out a loud groan when she lightly kissed the tip of his head, her signature move when about to give a blowjob.

Her tongue flicked a quick circle around his head, causing his eyes to roll back in his head, the one with a brain on it, though she swore he thought more with his dick than the real brain. She licked down to the base and back up, meeting her eyes each time with Jack's. He growled, getting annoyed with her teasing tongue. Stifling a laugh, Elsa finally opened her mouth wide, taking in the tip first before fully putting him as far as she could grasp. Obviously with his length, no human could fit the entire length in her mouth, a realization Elsa would always hate. Instead, she gripped the base part that fled her mouth with her left hand, stroking the large vein with her thumb. It always sent him crazy.

Elsa began bobbing her head up and down. She dragged her tongue along with her lips as well. Sometimes at the tip she would give a little nip with her teeth, just to remind Jack that she was in full and total control. With her right hand, she cradled his ball sack, of course fondling them too. Never forget the brothers.

Jack was getting closer and closer and Elsa prepared to swallow his cum, like she did every time. It always gave him extra pleasure knowing part of him would be in his for at least another couple minutes.

Then the door burst open. Whenever Elsa came around, all the players knew to not bother them. They never had a single problem with it. If Jack came a lot, not from his own doing, he always played better. The coach on the other hand…

Jack came right after Elsa pulled away in shock, meeting the eyes of Coach North. Cum spewed all over Elsa, the tub, and the wall.

Cum in her hair, Cum on the chair, Cum everywhere.

They were merely lucky he didn't enter from the locker room. They really would have been in big trouble if it got on him.

Elsa, eyes shut tight, ground her teeth as she felt the warm, gooey liquid spew on her face, hair, and hands that tried blocking it. Opening them slowly, she smiled warmly to North. "Coach," she said, her voice tight. "How are you today?"

Jack, breathing heavily, sank back into the tub, laughing his ass off. Him and North were pretty close. Practical jokes were their specialties. This was Jack's all time high, and it was an accident. "Frost," North hissed in a commanding voice. "Take poor Elsie home, to the house you somehow convinced her to share with you."

Elsa blushed, ducking her head, looking straight at her feet. Jack stood in the tub, proud and tall. Her faced North, totally mooning Elsa and giving North a full view of his junk. "No punishment?" he beamed. North gave him the death stare.

"No, Jack, there's punishment. I wasn't going to say it in front of your wife, but I don't care any more." North growled, giving him the look that said 'you are about to get de-manned.' "For the next week you can do clean the cups and masks, scrub this room dry, and it's your job to hand wash the socks. All of them."

Elsa burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. All of them directed their attention to the one man on the team who almost never allowed his lucky socks to be cleaned unless it was hand washed, which was a rare occasion. North directed his gaze to Elsa. She quipped up real quick, awaiting her form of punishment. "And you, my dear, should show a little more modesty." North chuckled. Nobody could stay mad at Elsa. Still, he had to give some penance to the girl. "Until after the game, I think it's best if you steer clear of the locker room and such. Also, could you host the after party at your house?"

Elsa blushed and nodded. North was certain they would win the game, with or without the help of Elsa. Jack clenched his hands into fists. "Coach-,"

North shot him a glare to shut him up. "We'll see how much of a help she is, Frost. We can't be having these messes for no reason, right? Oh, make sure you make your cheese dip, Elsie."

Elsa, snorting at Jack, nodded. She tried to keep in her laughter. His expression was absolute perfection. She cracked up once North left, falling back against the wall. That only made her messier. Jack hopped down with a defeated frown. Elsa pouted while trying to cheer him up once she stopped cackling. As he wrapped a towel around his waist, Elsa slipped one cum-covered finger into her mouth for show, making a big scene about it, licking her lips at the end with a smile. Finally, a satisfied grin spread across his lips.

Jack immediately pressed his lips against hers and tugged her out into the locker room. He didn't think twice of heading to his locker, cleaning up and taking his time. Meanwhile, Elsa took the walk of shame to sit on the stool beside him, gaining full access of his body while he dressed. The locked room up until then had been utterly silent, not a work being spoken. When Elsa let out a small smirk and giggle, the rest of the team howled with laughter. Everyone was staring at Elsa, laughing at her little mistake of removing her lips too soon.

White cum was in her hair and all over her face, even nearing her eye. It also covered her chest and hands. She walked up Olaf and offered a hug, something he almost never resisted. This time he scurried away faster than sound. Giggling, she tried to give a hand to a fallen Jamie while he clutched his stomach. He about puked.

"Elsa, you've got a little something on your face, sweetheart," one of the teammates teased.

She sneered goodheartedly, "Want to clean it for me, Joe?" It took a long time for them all to stop laughing. Only Jack stayed somber and pouting. He didn't answer when one of the guys asked what was wrong. Elsa mocked him, "He's mad Coach kicked me out. Nothing for the next two days." Elsa was leaving tomorrow morning to visit her sister before going to watch the away game. The only time she could give Jack a little something was right after practice, but if she couldn't come in the locker room, she couldn't give him anything before her flight.

. . .

"How are you holding up?" Elsa stepped off the plane and into her hotel room. Anna and Kristoff were going to meet up with her in a couple of hours.

"Practice was horrible. I was too tight," Jack huffed. He and the team just finished watching the video of their last game against the undefeated team. The team all went out for lunch, but Jack stayed in the team room, debating on what to do. Normally, he'd meet up with Elsa to have lunch.

Elsa shrugged and hopped on the bed. "I have nothing to do. If only they had a later flight," she sighed wistfully. Jack smiled at the thought. "You going to lunch?"

"Too aggravated to eat." Jack growled. It was too ironic. He was an amazing hockey player, but he was cursed with the need to have sex way too often for it to be considered normal.

"Jack, if it's that bad," Elsa giggled and fell against the bed. Ever since marrying that fool, she had grown used to sex about daily. Of course, it wasn't always daily, but there could be multiple days in a row of sex every night or mid-day. "Masturbate. It used to work."

"That was before I met you and your mouth," Jack groaned. Elsa made the connection that he must be alone for some amount of time if he was comfortable enough to use that language and not sound like lovesick puppy.

"My mouth can do more than what you think," Elsa hinted at the subject.

"Is that like a come on?" Jack scratched the back of his head, utterly confused. The door creaked open and Joe crept in to the showers.

Elsa groaned, "Dirty talk!"

Jack's throat fizzled out. "Wait – do you mean phone sex?" He wasn't sure what to think of the idea. Elsa wouldn't send pictures – it made her feel like a whore. Porn wasn't as good anymore now that he had felt the most gorgeous girl ever. Porn never was too amazing to Jack. Besides, only the expensive porn was any good. Now phone sex never popped into his mind, but he liked the sound of it.

"Yes," Elsa huffed, annoying for her having to spell it out. Jack grinned, waiting until Joe would leave the damn showers!

"Joe! Get the hell out of here," Jack yelled. Elsa was surprised to hear of another guy in the locker room. Joe came stumbling out of the showers fast, looking away from Jack as much as he could. "Okay, baby, show me what you can do."

. . .

Jack hated how warm-ups started out. He couldn't get into a groove. Still, he had to admit it was better than practice yesterday. He supposed Elsa's call helped him not totally suck. As the team lined up for the national anthem, he caught sight of a platinum blonde shuffling in beside a redhead. Elsa and Anna. Kristoff played for the team he was against; the Beavers. What could he say? The Arendelle sisters had a thing for hockey stars.

Elsa waved, showing no signs of their phone call yesterday. Jack didn't know how she did it. Every time he looked at her, he mentally undressed the girl, remembering how many times he physically had done that. A smirk grew on her face and he forced his eyes back to the flag, not wanting to disrespect anyone. Once that was settled, everyone sat down for a new thing the Sharks decided on doing. A projection was cast onto a large white wall. It was a collection of footage from the team joking around: publicity stunt if you asked Jack.

It was boring until it hit the end. There stood Jamie and Joe, both grinning from ear to ear. Jamie spoke in the video, "Everyone knows the star of the team to be Jack Frost, right?" From the stands, everyone cheered. Jack, surprised at this statement, stood and waved, smiling proudly and confusedly. Jamie smirked on the screen.

Joe spoke in the loud speakers, "Yesterday, we decided to take a peak at what he does to prepare for a big game. Listen and you'll find out."

Jack stiffened and turned his head to see Jamie and Joe cracking up. They had their helmets off, rolling on the ground. Suddenly, Jack recognized his own voice. It was his 'conversation' with Elsa…yesterday.

"What would you do to me if you were here?"

"Fuck you," Elsa's voice sounded like it was guessing. It was muffled from being on the phone as well, but it was definitely audible. Jack groaned.

"Elsa, you have to go into detail," Jack said. She hissed.

"Ask again, I can't just randomly speak it!"

"What would you do if you were here?" Jack repeated.

There was a long pause as Elsa got into character. "First…" The audio drifted into background noise. Then another clip played.

"Yea-yeah," Jack's voice was strained and tight. There was a light 'fap fap fap' sound going on in the background. "What else, babe?" This was a breathy groan.

"Just as you were about to come…" Elsa hissed in a sexy tone and took a breath. "I'd bite down on your dick!" A chorus of hard, mischievous laughter sounded from Elsa's voice. It was choppy but she was obviously having the time of her life. Jack, on the other hand, let out a bothered groan.

"Elsa, what the fuck? That right there? That's a damn boner killer!" Jack hissed.

Elsa, still in a fit of giggles, breathed, "Sorry, Jack! I-I just can't do it! It's too funny!"

"Elsa," Jack whined, sounding very unmanly and desperate. "Baby, please, try…"

Finally, the video and audio feedback ended. Jack was dumbfounded. He couldn't move for a good minute. Elsa, on the other hand, was already yanking the door of the ice rink open and running in a dead sprint/glide for the hockey box of the Sharks. Nobody noticed because they were too busy laughing their asses off…at him mostly. Jack didn't get embarrassed because normally he didn't fail at life so hard.

While Elsa was nearing the team, he stood up on the edge of the rink and shouted to the stadium. "Not fucking fair! Now she could seduce a damn fag!"

So…maybe that wasn't the best choice of words. At that moment, two things occurred. First, Elsa finally made it across the rink, jumped over the side and used her momentum to crash on top of Jamie, slapping the shit out of him. She was spewing curse words, aimed directly at Jamie. Once he got his fair share, she turned on Joe. He whimpered and was tugged by the ear so that she could easily kick him in the balls. And that wasn't even the biggest scene going on.

"You have a problem with fags, fag?" A rival hockey player screamed, jumping onto the ice. "My brothers a fag and only we can call him that!" Jack should have jumped down, but he was too busy watching Elsa kick Joe's ass to notice the goalie that was twice his size barreling his way. With one quick dug, Jack was eating dirt – er, ice, his nose getting a good scrape while at it.

From there, the two teams took obvious sides and a huge brawl had begun. Punches, kicks, and tackles all took place before the game started. While Jack was beating Jamie's ass a second time, he met eyes with North and beamed. North shook his head with a grim smile. He should have expected it.

. . .

Oddly enough, the game commenced and the Sharks lost, by the one goal Jack missed. North announced that Elsa was welcome back anytime she wanted. Jamie and Joe both traded out for Jack's chores. They were 'fuck-ups who don't know their mind from their asses' and shouldn't be trusted with the video. The pre-game video footage never returned.

And guess who joined Jack in the shower of the locker room at the next practice? His very wife Elsa.


A/N: I am SO SORRY! I am horrible for waiting like a month. But this just hit me and I have been caught up in other stuff. What should I do next? Any ideas are very much needed and welcome!