The first time it happens, Jack is caught off-guard. They don't tell you about this in Juniors, that's for sure. He'd heard whispers about "the Change," everyone had, but no one ever explained what it meant. Just that goalies are weird, and he'll someday have to make peace with that.
"Soup," Freddie says, pulling him to the side in the locker room. "I, uh, need some help here."
Jack's not sure what he wants. He saw some of the falls Freddie took during practice, so he assumes he's looking for some help applying some cream or something. Not super normal, but not too weird for a guy to ask, either. When he follows the starting goalie into a secluded corner of the locker room, however, Freddie quickly pulls his sweater and shoulder pads off, showcasing the huge wet spots on his undershirt.
His pecs seem bigger than normal, but Jack doesn't spend much time looking at them, so he could be wrong. Just as he's noting how strange of a sweat pattern that is, the undershirt comes off. Each of Freddie's nipples are dripping, and suddenly Jack realizes.
The Change.
As an NHL starter goalie, Freddie's body adapted to its environment. As the alternate, Jack has to adapt, as well. "I-I'm meant to...?" he asks, gesturing vaguely toward Freddie's exposed pecs. Breasts? He's not sure at this point.
He hadn't been privvy to any of this during his time in LA. He wasn't wanted, cared for like this. Freddie, the Leafs, it's different here. Toronto appreciates him. So, when Freddie nods, reaches a hand out to grab Jack's, he follows the pull. He finds himself kneeling between Freddie's legs, face level with his exposed his breasts. Freddie's become his caretaker. His body wants to supply Jack with nutrients, like a mother to her baby. Or a starting goalie to his adult second, whatever is less weird, as he feels his cock twitch.
So, during his first feeding, locking his lips on Freddie's nipple after practice one day, Jack makes peace with the goalie weirdness he's suddenly enmeshed in. It's beautiful, intimate, love at its purest. True biological connection, the need for another person.
He doesn't know what to expect the taste to be, but definitely doesn't expect it to be as sweet and smooth as it is. It tastes like heaven, and he greedily gulps it down. He doesn't mean to, but he ends up holding onto Freddie's thighs as he sucks, the nectar consuming his thoughts. He can feel his pants growing tight, still wearing all his gear.
He looks up, hoping to make eye contact with Freddie, to connect. That's not what he's given, though, as all he sees is Freddie as a disinterested party. He hardly even seems there, simply staring off into space.
Oh.
The bulge in Jack's pants nearly immediately deflates. What Jack had thought was an intimate moment between the two of them, something they as goalies could share and love each other during, is just a run of the mill moment for Freddie. Of course it is. It's not like this is his first time with another goalie. Sure, they're close in the way only two goalies can be, but Freddie just wants to be free of his milk. Feed his alternate, get back home.
Jack finishes with the first breast and takes a deep breath before he moves on to the second one.
"You doin' okay?" Freddie asks him with a smile. His eyes shine, the red in his cheeks glowing. Jack's heart sinks a bit - he's glad Freddie is looking out for him, cares about him, but this really meant something to him. Freddie is his first after all.
"Uh, heh, yeah, I'm fine," Jack replies, with as much of his usual pep as he can manage. If this is just routine for Freddie, it can be just routine for Jack. He sips from the second breast faster, deliberately thinking about anything else. What does Pythagorean Theorem mean, again? Did he buy all the decorations for his cat's birthday? What was that show that Matthews was telling him about?
When the final drop passes his lips, Jack stands up. He wipes his hand on his mouth, which just smears the dribble of milk along his cheek instead of removing it. Freddie holds his hand out, and Jack helps him up.
"See you tomorrow, then, Soupy."
Jack nods. "Yeah. Tomorrow."