Holiday Weekend Prompt Snippets
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rsadelleI am off work until Monday morning (woohoo!) and both of my long projects are in the editing stages (yay, I guess), which means I thought it would be a good time to do prompt snippets.
Leave me a prompt by, say, Friday evening, and I will write you something by Sunday night.
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words. If there are a lot of prompts, filling them may stretch into next weekend.
Leave me a prompt by, say, Friday evening, and I will write you something by Sunday night.
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane. I may write other fandoms; feel free to ask if you want something else. I may veer from your prompt. I will take lyric prompts, but be forewarned that I'm not necessarily good at them. I make no promises about length, but in the past prompt snippets have tended to be 300-3000 words. If there are a lot of prompts, filling them may stretch into next weekend.
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Date: 2013-11-28 03:19 am (UTC)the Briouxs - any/all of them, coping with separation
Tyler Seguin, making a home in Dallas
if you're up for writing Leafs, something domestic with Phil Kessel/Tyler Bozak
or something else if you're so inspired
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Date: 2013-11-28 05:10 am (UTC)Happy Hanukkah and happy Thanksgiving and happy long weekend!
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Date: 2013-11-28 06:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2013-11-29 05:25 am (UTC)Make Our Lives Whole (1/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 07:59 pm (UTC)Also on AO3.
Phil warned him, and sent him pictures, but it's still a shock when the footsteps that come running toward Tyler's hello are human instead of canine.
The little girl he recognizes from pictures skids to a stop in front of him. "Uncle Tyler!" She turns around. "Look!"
Her wavy blonde hair falls to her shoulders, and below it the blue and white shirt she's wearing says "Bozak 42."
She turns around with a wide grin, and Tyler can't possibly resist that. He crouches down and gathers her into a hug. "Hi, Stella. Sweet shirt." He picks her up as he stands.
"I made Daddy get me one with your name on it. I have another one with his name." Stella's arms wind around his neck, and Tyler carries her into the living room where Phil is standing in the middle of the room because he couldn't be bothered to come to the door or didn't want to see the look on Tyler's face when Stella ran up to him.
Tyler scoffs. "Why would you want Daddy's name? Mine is way better."
"Hey," Phil says mildly. "She's my kid."
"Mine's still better," Tyler says. He glances from Phil to Stella, not sure what he can do now that Stella's a kid and not a dog.
Phil makes the decision for him, wrapping one arm around Tyler's back and leaning in for a kiss. "Hi."
"Hi." Tyler nuzzles at Phil's jaw for a second, until Stella squirms to be let down.
"How was your summer?" Phil asks.
Tyler rolls his eyes. "I texted you all the time. You know how my summer was." He kisses Phil again, lightly. Stella is now completely absorbed in something involving Legos, so he feels safe in asking, "How have things been here?"
Phil shrugs a little. "You know. Taking care of Stella."
Tyler doesn't know, not really, which is why he was asking.
"Uncle Tyler, come play with me."
"Give me just a couple of minutes, baby," Tyler says. "I need to put some of my things away." He's not going to bother to unpack, but he grabs all of his bags from the entryway and takes them into Phil's room. He can see through the open door that his room has become Stella's for the duration.
Phil follows him, carrying Tyler's suit bag. Tyler would give him hell for picking the lightest of the bags, but he didn't have to carry any of them.
"Are you okay with this?" Phil asks.
"I don't have much of a choice," Tyler says. He catches at Phil's hips, squeezing at the bulk that comes with offseason training and weight gain. "It's still Stella, right?"
"Right," Phil says.
Tyler nods. "Right, then. Too bad we can't fuck or swear, though."
Phil looks more alarmed than he has by anything else that's happened since Tyler walked in the door. "We can still fuck. Later, when she's asleep."
Tyler pushes one hand up under Phil's shirt and moves the other around to squeeze Phil's ass. "I was going to fuck you, and you can't be that quiet when I do." He recognizes the blush on Phil's face as the one he gets when he's turned on and leaves him in the bedroom to get himself under control while Tyler goes to play Legos with Stella.
Make Our Lives Whole (2/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 07:59 pm (UTC)"Me too," Tyler says. He's always hungry anyway, and it's lunch time. "Chipotle?"
Stella turns wide eyes on Phil. "Please, can we, Daddy?"
Phil caves, exactly the way he does for Stella in normal times. "Go put on your shoes."
"Yay!" Stella throws her arms in the air, then goes running to the door.
Tyler and Phil follow her at a normal adult pace, and they all put on shoes. It's strange to leave for lunch without having to make sure Stella the dog is set up to be home alone, but the way Phil tells Stella to stay close is pretty much the same way he always tells her when they take her out.
Phil orders Stella a kid's meal quesadilla, which she eats in tiny, distracted bites while she looks around at all the people in the Chipotle and all the people walking past it. Probably one of them should tell her to keep her butt in her chair the way Tyler's mom used to tell him when he was little, but Tyler doesn't care that much and Phil doesn't either, so she wanders over to the windows, stands on her chair, climbs over into Phil's lap.
Stella eats half her quesadilla and most of her beans and rice before she declares herself done. Phil and Tyler split the rest of her quesadilla, finish off her chips and their burritos, and take her home before she can get bored enough to cause trouble. They're already getting dirty looks for being bad parents or whatever because they're letting her wander around.
Stella conks out for a nap after they get home, falling asleep in the middle of the living room floor while flipping through a picture book on Phil's iPad.
"Oh, thank God," Tyler says. "I'm tired already."
"You've only been here for three hours," Phil says. He carefully picks Stella up and carries her into Tyler's room where he tucks her in under the pink flowered sheets that definitely weren't there when Tyler left for the summer. He kisses her forehead, then pulls the door mostly closed. "I've had her for two weeks."
"You've had time to get used to it," Tyler says. "And I'm jet lagged." He pushes Phil into his room where they both strip down to their underwear and climb into bed. Tyler would like to do something about Phil mostly naked in a bed, but he's too tired for it.
Make Our Lives Whole (3/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 08:00 pm (UTC)"Why'd you stop?" Phil asks sleepily.
"Because your baby is an actual baby," Tyler says. "I don't want to traumatize her for life."
"She's heard us fuck plenty of times."
"When she was a dog. I don't want doggie Stella to be scared of us because of something we did while she was a kid."
Phil turns over. "Mandy's theory is that she's a Stella from an alternate universe who switches places with the other Stella sometimes."
As much as it pains him to do it, Tyler takes his hands off of Phil's body. "That's even worse. I'm not traumatizing some kid who has to go back and live with that trauma." He's so focused on how much he would rather keep groping Phil's offseason bulk that it takes him a minute to realize the other implication of what Phil just said. "What do you mean sometimes? Has this happened before?"
"A couple of times," Phil says.
"What the fuck?" Tyler gets out of bed and pulls on some clothes. Not getting to fuck Phil seems like less of an issue at the moment. "You never thought you should tell me about that?"
"It hasn't happened in a long time," Phil says. He also gets out of bed and picks up his clothes off the floor. "I didn't think it would again."
Tyler pauses with his hand on the doorknob. "How long has it been?"
"Couple of years."
Tyler's pretty sure what Phil means is that it hasn't happened since before the last time Phil got dumped. "Still should have told me."
Tyler goes out to the living room where Stella is sitting on the couch, her legs straight out in front of her, iPad on her lap. She's so small compared to the couch that only her ankles and feet are dangling off of it. She kicks her feet a little while Tyler watches, and then looks up when she notices he's there.
Tyler sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. "Are you happy?" It's maybe a big question for such a little girl, and one who isn't usually a girl. Unless Amanda's right and she usually is, just somewhere else.
"Yep," Stella says. She leans trustingly against Tyler's side. "I love you, Uncle Tyler."
Tyler looks down at her with more surprise than he probably should have at that. "Me too, baby." He bends over to kiss the top of her head. It's hard to stay mad at Phil for not telling him about this when Stella is so perfectly adorable and loving. "Do you think if we asked him to, Daddy would come read us a story?"
Stella holds out the iPad, both hands carefully gripping the sides. "Daddy, will you read us a story?"
Phil's been watching them from the edge of the room, but he comes over to the couch and takes the iPad from Stella. "Of course I will."
Before Phil can start reading, Tyler leans over Stella's head to kiss him. Stella kicks her feet and waits for them to be done.
"It's good to be home," Tyler says, and then he pulls Stella onto his lap so Phil can read them a story.
You Know We're Superstars (1/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 08:14 pm (UTC)Also on AO3
"Why are we home?" Tyler hands Jamie a bottle of Gatorade and flops down onto his couch like the giant drama queen he is. "We're stars." He laughs, mouth going wide and open. "Literally." He giggles to himself for a second. "We should be getting laid."
They should. They really, really should. Jamie's hit the midpoint of her cycle and she's turned on pretty much all the time. The plan was that they were going to go out, Tyler was going to do whatever the hell he wanted, and Jamie wasn't going to be too picky about who picked her up so she could get laid. And then Tyler had to go and ruin everything.
"That girl was seventeen. Maybe."
"She was in a bar!"
Jamie flops down on the couch and pets Marshall when he noses at her hand. "Like you were never in a bar when you were underage."
"Yeah, but I'm Tyler-" Jamie doesn't even have to give Tyler an unimpressed raise of her eyebrows before he cuts himself off. "Fuck you." Tyler sighs heavily. "I really wanted to get laid." Then he adjusts himself in his pants because he's kind of a gross boy who doesn't always remember that she's anything other than one of his bros.
"Me too," Jamie says. "Do you know how long it's been?"
Tyler pauses with his bottle of Gatorade halfway to his mouth. "Really? You're, you know, the face of the franchise and all. Shouldn't you be getting laid?"
Jamie flips him off for the face of the franchise shit. "You'd think so, but no." She drinks some of her Gatorade. Tyler's still staring at her, and she knows he's not as dumb as people think he is, so he should be able to figure this out himself. "Look at me." She waves a hand down her body.
"Yeah?" Tyler says. "I see you every day."
"Look at me," Jamie says, "and then think about the girls you pick up."
Jamie can see the moment the light bulb goes on by the way the confused wrinkle between Tyler's eyebrows smoothes out.
"Oh."
"Yep." Jamie takes another pull of her Gatorade. "And I really, really wanted to get laid tonight. I don't know how much more my vibrator can take."
Tyler splutters, getting Gatorade down his chin, which he wipes up with the back of his hand and licks off. With how she's feeling right now, Tyler using his mouth is the last thing Jamie needs to be watching. She closes her eyes and tips her head against the back of the couch. She didn't even have a chance to drink very much before they had to come home.
"There is a solution to our problems," Tyler says after a minute. He sounds closer but Jamie doesn't open her eyes to see if he's moved.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"We could fuck."
Tyler's definitely closer, and this time Jamie does open her eyes. He's not quite hovering over her, but he's at her end of the couch, and leaning closer.
It's not a terrible idea. It's not a good one either, but it's not terrible.
You Know We're Superstars (2/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 08:14 pm (UTC)"No," Tyler says. He grins, quick and easy, and she can see his tongue. "You could beat me up."
"Yep." Jamie finishes off her Gatorade. "Okay." She screws the cap onto the empty bottle and puts it down on the floor. "Either Marshall has to go to another room or we do."
"Us," Tyler says. "Way easier to do this in a bed."
They leave Marshall downstairs and go up to Tyler's bedroom. Jamie closes the door behind them, and tries not to laugh when Tyler strips off his shirt.
"What? It's not like we haven't already seen everything." Tyler tweaks the hem of her shirt. "Get naked."
Jamie does laugh then. "If this is your idea of foreplay, your technique needs work." She pulls off her shirt and unhooks her bra.
"Nah," Tyler says. "This is my idea of moving things along. You sitting on my face is my idea of foreplay."
Jamie's breath catches and her fingers fumble with the button of her jeans. All she ever expected from tonight's attempt to get laid was to get herself off while some guy fucked her.
Tyler grins at her and shucks the rest of his clothes before climbing onto the bed, lying down on his back with his head propped up on a pillow. He watches her take off her jeans and panties with a directness that would be unnerving if he hadn't already said he was going to eat her out.
She hesitates for a moment before joining him. She doesn't think much about what she looks like during sex, but she knows what the girls Tyler hooks up looks like, and she was the one who made him make the comparison earlier.
Tyler rolls his eyes. "I see you naked every day. Get up here so I can make you come." He flicks his tongue out. "I'm good at it."
It's enough of a challenge that Jamie gets on the bed and knee walks her way up his body until she's hovering over his face.
Tyler puts his hands on her hips to pull her down. It takes them a couple of seconds to get lined up right, and then Tyler's mouth is on her cunt and his tongue is moving and he was right about being good at it. Jamie rolls her hips because she's so wet and so turned on she can't not move. Tyler gets into it, working his mouth with the movement of her hips, and then everything is wet and sensation and Jamie grabs at the headboard because otherwise she's going to fall over and then this would have to stop.
You Know We're Superstars (3/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 08:15 pm (UTC)His face is wet from his nose to his chin and smug all over.
"Told you I was good." Tyler props himself up on an elbow. "You done, or do you want to go again?"
Jamie groans. "I can't feel my legs."
"Up to you." Tyler reaches down and strokes his cock a couple of times, not, Jamie thinks, trying to get himself off as much as just enjoying the way it feels. He doesn't seem to be in as much of a hurry as she would have guessed he would be.
"You'd really," Jamie gestures at his face, "again?"
Tyler copies her gesture, only toward his dick. "You really think I'm not enjoying this?"
His cock is wet at the tip, but not as wet as his face, or her cunt.
Jamie's legs are still shaking, but she swings one of them over Tyler and lowers herself down onto his face. It's more intense this time, even wetter, and Tyler's tongue has to be getting tired. He gets her there again, with nothing more than his mouth on her cunt and his hands on her hips when he wants to move her a little. The second orgasm leaves Jamie's whole body weak, and she all but collapses onto the bed next to Tyler.
She expects him to be more smug about it this time, but instead he just looks turned on, and he has his hand on his dick.
Jamie watches that for a minute before she figures she can at least return the favor, and then she slides down the bed until her face is level with Tyler's cock.
Tyler's hand slows down, and he gives her a look like he can't believe she's doing what it looks like she's doing.
Jamie waits until his hand is down at the base of his cock before she takes the head of it into her mouth. She looks up at him while she sucks, because she knows what her mouth is like and she's had plenty of guys tell her how much they want to see it wrapped around their dicks.
Tyler isn't an exception to that. He keeps his eyes on her face and holds his dick in place while she sucks him off. He's pretty polite about it, not trying to fuck her mouth and telling her when he's about to come, and he's turned on enough that it doesn't take long.
Jamie jerks him off the rest of the way because she doesn't want to swallow and she doesn't want to have to get out of bed to go spit in the sink. There are tissues on Tyler's nightstand that she uses to wipe her hand mostly clean after he comes.
Tyler puts one arm up over his head, leaning on it while he looks at her. "How did that compare to your vibrator?"
That surprises her into a laugh, which makes Tyler grin at her.
"Pretty good." Jamie pats his stomach; she might as well reward him with some love for the abs he's so proud of. "Better than what I thought I was going to get tonight."
All of that smug is back on Tyler's face, and then it breaks into a yawn.
"I'm going to sleep," he says. "You can stay or go home."
Jamie stretches out next to him. "I don't think I can walk."
The smug comes back and stays there maybe even longer than it takes for Tyler to turn out the lights. "I have condoms," Tyler says after a minute, when she thought he was probably halfway to sleeping already. "We should fuck when we wake up."
Jamie's too worn out to do anything about it now, but that causes heat to pool in her belly. "The foreplay better be good."
"You know it will be," Tyler says, his words trailing off as he falls asleep.
Jamie grins into the dark. The night wasn't such a disaster after all.
Re: Make Our Lives Whole (3/3)
Date: 2013-12-01 09:44 pm (UTC)Wanted (1/5)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Jamie got to know Jim a little during the end of the season, maybe a little better than some of the other guys since management sees him as one of the leaders of the team, which came with a few more meetings than some of the other guys had. Still, he's surprised to see Jim's name on his phone in the middle of summer.
They get through the pleasantries, and then Jim says, "Well, Jamie, I didn't call just to see how your summer's going."
Jamie didn't think he did.
"We're looking at bringing in some new players this year," Jim goes on. "We want to put you in a better position. I'm calling you because one of our options is an uncollared sub with a history of behavior that," Jim pauses, "has caused some concern. Now, I have no doubt he can be an asset on the ice, but if we bring him on, we're going to want your help in keeping an eye on him."
"What kind of help?" Jamie asks. It's no secret that they're likely to give him the C next season, but the way Jim is putting this sounds like he's asking about more than how Jamie as the captain would handle an uncollared sub on his team.
"Whatever will work," Jim says. "Frankly, I'm not sure how much he's going to need. This might just be a case of him being in a bad situation that will sort itself out once he's out of it, or it might be a case of him being an uncollared sub who's adrift without someone to look after him. We're not asking you to agree to collar him, just to work with him. We'll probably want you living pretty close, keep enough of an eye on him that you can rein him in if necessary, or turn him over to one of us to do it if it's not something you're comfortable with."
"Yes," Jamie says, "of course." He means it, both because it's what he'd do with the C and because it's what he's willing to do for his team. If he had a collared sub, it might be a problem, but he doesn't, so why not agree to a possibly play with an uncollared sub? Jim might not have put it quite in those terms, but it's pretty much what he's asking for.
"Great," Jim says. "That's going to make it a lot easier for us to go after this trade. I'll let you know what happens."
He does, by including Jamie in a group text later to let him know that they've dealt Eriksson for Seguin.
*
Jamie texts with Tyler a little over the summer. They're going to be teammates, whatever else is going to happen, and most likely linemates; they might as well start getting to know each other.
Near the end of the summer, a couple of days before they all have to be in Dallas for training camp, Tyler texts and asks, How traditional are you?
It's the first time they've even come close to talking about the fact that Tyler's an uncollared sub and Jamie's a dom.
More than some, less than others, Jamie sends back, which is what he usually says when people ask him that. When Tyler hasn't responded after a couple of minutes, he realizes that probably wasn't what Tyler was looking for and sends, I don't expect you to kneel or submit to me all the time because I'm a dom. Then after a few more seconds of thinking about it, And you damn well better carry your weight on the ice and in the room.
Fuck you, Tyler sends back. Of course I will.
Wanted (2/5)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:34 pm (UTC)"Think he'll come?" Jordie asks.
Jamie shrugs. "Maybe. We'll see." He already made sure they have enough food to feed three, and when they start making dinner, he gets everything out. If Tyler doesn't come, either he or Jordie will eat the leftovers later.
They're just barely getting started on dinner when the doorbell rings.
"All you," Jordie says, and he takes over the food so Jamie can go answer the door.
Jamie's met Tyler before, seen pictures of him, knows he's an uncollared sub, but he's not prepared for the force of that in a friendly personal situation. Tyler isn't submitting, exactly, when Jamie opens the door, but there's a vulnerability to him that wasn't there at All-Star Weekend, and the v-neck he's wearing makes his bare throat stand out like a beacon.
"Hey, man." Jamie holds the door open wider. "Come on in."
"Thanks." Tyler kicks off his flip-flops into the line of shoes next to the door.
There's a second where they just look at each other - Jamie's not going to be the one to initiate anything that might make Tyler uncomfortable - and then Tyler says, "This is kind of awkward," and steps forward for a half-hug, half-handshake that's less awkward because he said something about it.
Jamie rests his hand on Tyler's back for a second afterward, gives him just a tiny push farther into the apartment. "Jordie's in the kitchen. We're cooking."
Tyler throws a smile over his shoulder. "Cool."
*
It takes a little bit of time for Jamie and Tyler to get used to playing together, and to playing their natural positions again, but once they do, it's electric. Off the ice, Jamie and Jordie make the dinner invitation a standing one, and Tyler's at their place more than his own.
Jamie figures Tyler's success is at least half a fuck you to Boston, but the other half is all him in a way Jamie can't believe Boston couldn't make work. As he gets to know Tyler better, gets to know what he responds to and what he doesn't, watches him get himself picked up in a couple of bars, he thinks that Jim's two possible explanations for Tyler's previous behavior - bad situation or uncollared sub feeling adrift - might have been working together.
Dallas is a good situation for Tyler, professionally and personally, and while he doesn't exactly ask for anything from Jamie, Jordie, or any of the other doms, Jamie can see the way they all treat him like a sub without denying that he's capable and competent of running his own life. Collar or not, none of them are going to let him feel like he doesn't have doms he can turn to.
The first time Coach is really tough with Tyler, Tyler comes out of it quiet, doesn't show up for dinner, and is subdued for the next couple of days.
The next time it happens, Jordie tips his head toward Tyler, and Jamie nods and takes charge of saying to Tyler, "Come up to our place," when they get to their building. He probably should have done it the first time, but he didn't quite realize that Tyler was going to need some aftercare.
Tyler blinks, and then says, "Marshall."
Jamie squeezes Tyler's shoulder. "Go get him and bring him with you." He gives Tyler a little push toward the elevator.
Tyler gets out at his floor while Jamie and Jordie go up to theirs, but ten minutes later he knocks at the door. He's changed into sweats and a soft-looking striped crew neck, and he has Marshall with him.
Jamie lets him in and goes to the couch where he and Jordie already have the Xbox on and controllers out. They play a lot of video games anyway, and this way they won't be pressuring Tyler into anything in particular.
Tyler looks at both of them for a moment - Marshall goes over to greet Jordie without any hesitation - then sinks down to sit on the floor next to Jamie.
Jamie strokes Tyler's hair whenever there's an opportunity for him to take his hands off his controller.
Wanted (3/5)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:34 pm (UTC)"I can," Tyler says, pushing himself up from the floor.
"Stay here," Jamie says. He puts his arm around Tyler's shoulders, loose enough that Tyler can get away if he wants. "The couch is comfortable."
Tyler agrees without them having to try to convince him, and Jamie gets him a pillow and a blanket, then crouches down next to him and strokes over his hair. "Comfortable?"
Tyler nods, and then his eyes slip closed, eyelashes dark against his cheeks.
It takes a hell of a lot of self-control for Jamie to leave him there and go upstairs to his room, so much that he doesn't have any left to keep himself from jerking off to a fantasy about what it would be like to have Tyler submitting to everything Jamie could give him.
Tyler's still asleep when Jamie and Jordie get up from their naps. They let him sleep for now, Jordie taking Marshall out for a walk and Jamie getting started on dinner.
Tyler wanders into the kitchen while Jamie's cutting up vegetables for stir-fry. Jamie stops what he's doing to get Tyler a bottle of Gatorade out of the fridge. He opens it before he hands it to Tyler.
Tyler takes a long drink, and blinks at Jamie slowly.
"Jordie took Marshall out for a walk," Jamie says. He watches Tyler nod, and then Tyler's eyes stray from his face to the vegetables on the cutting board.
Jamie picks up a piece of carrot and holds it out. Tyler reaches for it, but gets the idea when Jamie pulls it back and then offers it to him again, holding it up where Tyler can eat it directly from his hand.
Tyler's cheeks turn pink, but there's a curve to his lips and something soft around his eyes that make Jamie pick up a piece of mushroom and hand feed that to him next.
He hasn't gotten very far with dinner when Jordie comes back, too busy watching the wash of color on Tyler's face and the sweep of his eyelashes while Jamie feeds him pieces of this and that.
Jordie doesn't comment, just pushes the already cut up vegetables to one side of the cutting board where Jamie can get at them before cutting up the rest of them.
*
"Did they ask you to?" Tyler asks Jamie in the car on the way home on a day when Jordie took a maintenance day and didn't come to practice.
Jamie turns down the radio. "Did who ask me to what?"
"Did the team ask you to be my dom?"
Jamie glances over at Tyler. Tyler has his head turned all the way to the side to look out the window. He can't just say no, because that's not entirely true.
"Jim told me they were thinking about trading for an uncollared sub. He didn't tell me who." Jamie glances over, but Tyler's still looking out the window. "He asked me if I would keep an eye on you. I said yes, but I would have done that for anyone." Jamie thinks for a second about what else he needs to say to Tyler now. "I wouldn't have done as much as I have if I didn't want to. If I didn't want to do it for you."
Tyler doesn't speak the rest of the way home, but he finally looks at Jamie in the elevator, turning to face him and put himself between Jamie and the number panel before Jamie can hit the button for his floor. "Do you want to come to my place?"
Jamie's mouth goes dry. If Tyler is asking what he thinks he's asking. "What do you want?"
"I want you to do more than what you have so far."
Tyler's wearing another one of those v-necks he loves, making his collar-less neck look even more bare. Jamie's eyes get caught there, then he drags them up to Tyler's face. "Yes," he says, and only the knowledge of how bad it would be if the elevator security footage got out keeps him from touching Tyler until they're inside Tyler's apartment.
Wanted (4/5)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:35 pm (UTC)They split their time between Tyler's place, which is better if they want to play without chance of human interruption, and Jamie's, which is better if they want company of other people.
Tyler makes breakfast for Jamie one morning, an almost shy smile on his face when he puts a plate of eggs in front of him. Jamie looks at the plate and Tyler's face, and then pulls Tyler down onto his lap. He kisses Tyler's neck, in a spot that would be covered by a collar if he wore one.
"You can cook."
"Some," Tyler says. He leans against Jamie's chest. "I wouldn't starve if you didn't feed me all the time."
Jamie kisses his neck, the hinge of his jaw, just behind his ear. "I like feeding you." He picks up his fork and feeds Tyler a bite of eggs to make the point.
Tyler's eyes flutter closed, and he leans more heavily against Jamie.
Jamie watches his face and tightens the arm he has around Tyler's waist. "If we didn't have to go to practice," he says.
"After practice," Tyler says, and he slides off of Jamie's lap when Jamie lets go of him.
Neither of them stop smiling all day.
Wanted (5/5)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:36 pm (UTC)Brownie is a dom, which Jamie didn't know for sure before he met him. He thought maybe, based on some of the stories Tyler tells, but he also knows from some of the stories Tyler tells that Tyler's hooked up with other subs. Not that Tyler's ever said outright that he and Brownie have hooked up, but Jamie was pretty sure they had before, and is almost positive about it once he sees them together. Given that, and given that Brownie is Tyler's best friend, Jamie's not that surprised when Brownie manages to get him alone.
"Man," Jamie says after a minute of Brownie talking about things that aren't Tyler, "you don't have to try to work up to it. I know you want to talk to me about Tyler."
"I, yeah," Brownie says. He braces his hands on the counter. "He seems good, happy. Here, with you."
Jamie nods. "Yeah, I think so." He pauses, not sure if he should ask. "You and he-"
Brownie shakes his head before Jamie can finish the question. "Nah. We've played, but we don't quite work together long-term." He lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "It is what it is." He looks at Jamie seriously. "If you haven't figured it out, he'll take orders, but he really likes being taken care of."
"I'm taking really good care of him," Jamie promises.
"Good," Brownie says, "that's good."
Tyler comes into the kitchen then, and smiles at both of them. It breaks up the conversation, but Brownie seems satisfied, so probably there won't be a second one.
When they go to bed, Jamie staying over with Tyler despite his guests since they basically live together anyway, Jamie thinks about that promise. He does take good care of Tyler, making sure he's happy, making sure he's getting what he wants, hand feeding him any time they have time for it. There's one more thing he could do, which he's been thinking about for a while anyway.
They make out for a little bit once they're in bed, because Jamie enjoys kissing Tyler, and it's one of the simple things Tyler so obviously loves, so giving it to him just makes it better for Jamie.
Jamie stops kissing Tyler sometime after his eyes have adjusted enough to see Tyler's face in the dark. He runs his hand over Tyler's cheek and down to his neck. "Do you want to be an uncollared sub?"
He can feel Tyler's heartbeat jump under his palm.
"No," Tyler says, almost too softly to be heard.
Jamie bends and kisses his neck. "Do you want to wear my collar?"
"Yes," Tyler says. "Yes, please."
Jamie presses another kiss to his neck before he moves up to let Tyler kiss him desperate and messy. "I'll get you one you like," Jamie says. "You can help pick it out." He takes Tyler's mouth in a deep kiss that Tyler melts into. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
Swans (1/2)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Content Notes: Discussion of body image on the part of both male and female characters, including discussion of breast implants. Sexist attitudes on the part of a character that do not reflect the author's views. Megan is Jeff's real-life girlfriend; if that is not your thing, skip this story.
There are girls in Philly. Lots of girls, every time Jeff goes out with Mike and the rest of the boys. They party, they ask Jeff to buy them drinks, they end up in his bed.
It takes him longer than it probably should to realize that when they look at him they see money and fame.
He gets good at kicking them out in the morning.
Some mornings, he wakes up with Mike in his bed. He never kicks Mike out, goes for round two if they're not too hungover for it. Mike's known him forever, and he makes more money than Jeff does. He's only there because he likes Jeff.
*
Jeff meets Megan on the beach. He's wearing ratty cargo shorts and five-dollar sunglasses because his three-hundred dollar ones have disappeared, probably into the depths of his couch. Megan's wearing a tiny bikini, a giant hat, and sunglasses whose quality Jeff can't judge. She's also pulling on the leash attached to the tiny, fluffy dog nosing at Jeff's ankles and saying, "Miley, no."
Jeff smiles at her and crouches down to let the dog, Miley, apparently, sniff his hand.
"I'm so sorry," Megan says when Jeff stands up again. "She's usually much better behaved."
"It's okay," Jeff says with a shrug. "I like dogs."
Megan looks at him then, really does a once-over that ends with her smiling at him. "Me too. I'm Megan."
"Jeff."
Later, she ditches Miley with whoever she's at the shore with and Jeff takes her home. He's watching carefully so he sees the way her eyebrows go up when she takes in the house. She turns around, though, and fixes her gaze on his chest and then his face while she asks, "Give me the tour?"
The tour mostly consists of his bedroom. Megan doesn't ask what he does. He doesn't kick her out in the morning.
*
"Nice," Mike says the first time Jeff shows him a picture of Megan.
"Yep."
"Where'd you meet her?"
"On the beach." It's only because he and Mike are so close that Jeff adds, "She thinks I'm hot."
Mike stares at him incredulously. "You are hot," he says. "I've told you you're hot. But from her you believe it."
Jeff shrugs. Mike's his best friend; he has to say things like that.
Mike slings an arm around Jeff's shoulders and kisses his jaw, just below his ear. "You're a piece of work, Cartsy."
Swans (2/2)
Date: 2013-12-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Jeff finds Megan frowning at her laptop and drops down onto the couch next to her, on the side not occupied by Miley. As usual, he only has to wait for a little bit before she tells him what's wrong.
"I've been saving money for a boob job," she says. "But it's taking longer than I thought."
Jeff frowns at her. Her boobs are great, and she worked at Hooters. "You want a boob job?"
"Yes," she says. She cups her breasts. "They could be better. They could look right, so I could look really hot."
"I'll pay for it," Jeff says.
Megan stares at him. They aren't even living together, and while he buys her things sometimes and pays for the stuff they do together, they don't share finances.
Jeff shrugs. "I have the money, and I get it." He bites his lip at the look on her face, which says she maybe doesn't like what he's saying. "You should talk to Mike," he says. "He can explain it better."
Megan does talk to Mike, which Jeff knows because she tells him when she's going over to Mike's and because she and Mike both give him looks after they talk that are both fond and slightly exasperated.
"I made an appointment for my first consultation with the plastic surgeon," Megan says when they're crawling into bed a couple of days later.
"Cool," Jeff says. "Just tell them to send the bill to me."
Megan snuggles up to his chest. "I'd still think you were hot even if I didn't love you."
Jeff drops a kiss into her hair. "I'd still love you even if your chest was totally flat."
Giving Thanks (1/2)
Date: 2013-12-01 11:19 pm (UTC)Also on AO3.
Tyler wakes up way too early because there's an alarm going off. "No," he says when Brownie turns it off and sits up. "Why are you up?"
Brownie kisses his cheek. "I need to start the turkey."
Tyler grabs at him and says, "We're not even American," but all it gets him is Brownie laughing a little as he gets out of bed.
Tyler dozes a bit, and wakes up again when Brownie slides back into bed.
Brownie kisses him, both of them kind of gross with morning breath, but they've never cared about that.
"We're Canadian," Tyler says. "I don't know why you always do American Thanksgiving."
Brownie chuckles. "It's fun." He kisses Tyler. "I like cooking." He slides his hand down Tyler's back. "You like having a lot of people over." He pulls Tyler against him with the hand on his ass.
Tyler kisses him and gets his hand between them to tug on Brownie's cock. "I like getting fucked, too." He rolls his hips back into Brownie's hand. "I'm probably still pretty loose from last night."
Brownie's cock jumps in Tyler's hand, but he still asks, "You sure?" because he's the best, most careful partner Tyler's ever had.
"Yeah. I don't have to skate until tomorrow."
Brownie doesn't ask him again, gets his hand full of lube from the pump bottle on the nightstand instead, and fingers Tyler open before turning him over and fucking him deep and slow.
Tyler drops down onto the bed afterwards, and stays there while Brownie rubs his shoulders for a minute before getting out of bed and into the shower.
Tyler gets up after a while, takes a shower and gets dressed, and goes downstairs where Brownie's already making breakfast.
They eat, and then Tyler does the dishes while Brownie gets out whatever else he wants to start cooking now. Tyler helps peel and cube potatoes, cuts up celery and onions, washes more green beans than he knew existed in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex.
There's a break for him when the prep work is done and Brownie is getting into the serious cooking part of it. Tyler takes Marshall out for a walk around the block to see how the scents of the neighborhood have changed since Brownie took him out a couple of hours ago.
When Marshall's tired out enough to stay out of the way, they go home and Tyler sets up the rented tables and chairs. They have rented plates, glasses, and silverware too, which Tyler thought was silly the first time they did it, but is now just another part of making it possible for them to host both sets of Benn families and miscellaneous rookies and single guys for Thanksgiving.
There's another round of prep work where Tyler cuts up fruits and vegetables for the appetizer trays, and then he hangs around the kitchen trying not to get in the way and watching Brownie cook. Brownie's been living with - and cooking for - him for five years, since he retired from hockey, and they've been doing a big Thanksgiving dinner for four. Tyler still loves watching him cook. Brownie's a little softer than he was when he was playing hockey, even though he still works out, but Tyler doesn't find him any less attractive now than he did then.
Brownie catches his eye. "What?"
Tyler shrugs. "Nothing. Just enjoying the view."
Brownie shakes his head with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Giving Thanks (2/2)
Date: 2013-12-01 11:20 pm (UTC)Ashley hands the baby to Tyler, and he keeps Mason in the crook of one arm while he gets everyone drinks and checks in on the score of the football game some of the guys are getting involved in. He gives Mason back to Jamie when dinner is almost done so he can help Brownie get everything on the table.
They turn off the TV when the table's ready, and everyone finds seats. Like they do every year, they go around the table and say what they're thankful for. The rookies are always thankful for the opportunity to play in the NHL. The single guys are always thankful to be invited over for dinner. Jamie and Jordie are always thankful for their families. Ashley and Nicole are always thankful they didn't have to cook. The kids are always thankful for a variety of things ranging from having a baby brother to getting to play with Marshall to their newest toy.
Tyler laces his fingers with Brownie's while they listen to everyone else, and when it's his turn he says, "I'm thankful to have so many good friends to share this day with. I'm thankful for the opportunities I've been given in life." He squeezes Brownie's hand. "And I'm thankful for Brownie." It puts a soft smile on Brownie's face.
"I'm thankful to have all of you to cook for," Brownie says, "and so thankful for Segs."
He's the last one to say what he's thankful for, and then they all join hands while Jamie says grace.
The meal itself is a chaotic affair with a handful of different conversations. The kids are the first ones to leave the table. Tyler and a couple of the rookies do most of the cleanup, putting leftovers away, rinsing plates and repacking them into their crates, wiping down the counters. Brownie takes Jordie, Nicole, and a couple of the kids on a walk around the block with Marshall.
The kids take naps, spread out over the guest room, while the rest of them watch football. Tyler dozes a little leaning against Brownie's shoulder; he was up early and he's used to napping in the afternoons. At least one of the rookies always ends up napping on the floor, and Tyler lets Jamie be the one to step in and tell the other rookies they can't prank him for it because it's Thanksgiving.
They have dessert after the kids get up from their naps. There are four kinds of pie, with both ice cream and real whipped cream to go with them. The Benns get the kids set up at the table, and the rest of them settle more casually around the living room.
Because they all have practice tomorrow and the kids have bedtimes, people leave pretty early. The Benns make the kids put the toys away before they leave, and the rookies helped clean up after dessert, so there isn't much more Tyler and Brownie have to do. They pack up the tablecloths and fold up the tables and chairs so they can be picked up in the morning. Brownie runs the vacuum so Marshall won't spend all night licking the rug.
Tyler's tired, but if he goes to bed now, he'll wake up too early tomorrow, so they curl up on the couch, Marshall on the floor at their feet with his head on the couch so they'll pet him, and watch more football, which is entertaining enough without being something they care about to the point that they have to pay a lot of attention.
"Good Thanksgiving?" Brownie asks.
"Yeah." Tyler smiles and nuzzles at Brownie's neck.
"Good enough to get up early for?"
Tyler laughs. "Yeah." He kisses Brownie's jaw. "But I like it when it's just us too."
Brownie smiles at him. "Me too."
Re: Giving Thanks (2/2)
Date: 2013-12-01 11:41 pm (UTC)SO much love!
And I am expecting that epic, someday :P
Re: Make Our Lives Whole (3/3)
Date: 2013-12-02 09:40 pm (UTC)Re: Giving Thanks (2/2)
Date: 2013-12-02 09:41 pm (UTC)I have sternly told my brain that I need a structure and a pov before I start writing it, because I'm not ending up with another 70K epic.