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rsadelleI'm taking tomorrow and Friday off this week and next Friday is a holiday, which means I have a four-day weekend this weekend and three-day weekend next weekend. I'm going to use this time to do what I love to do on long weekends and write prompt snippets.
Leave me a prompt by, say, Saturday morning, and I will write you something by the evening of July 6.
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. Generally first come first served, although things may jump the queue depending on inspiration. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane or Drew Doughty. 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.
Leave me a prompt by, say, Saturday morning, and I will write you something by the evening of July 6.
Fine print/guidelines: One per person. Lurkers and anonymous commenters welcome. Generally first come first served, although things may jump the queue depending on inspiration. I will write hockey, but not Patrick Kane or Drew Doughty. 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.
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Date: 2014-06-26 03:16 am (UTC)and I'll ask for something, because fic=wonderful.
I'd really like something focused on Ovi - it's the offseason, so maybe summer fun in Russia? or possibly Sid & Ovi interaction. or maybe Sid/Geno with a heaping side of Ovi for fun and aggravation.
Better Than a Superhero (1/5)
Date: 2014-06-30 03:15 am (UTC)Thanks to v_greyson for helpful title suggestions. Title from Marc Brown: "Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero."
I have handwaved everything about how Ovi ended up on the Pens because I couldn't come up with anything other than magic.
"My game is not that bad," Bortuzzo protests.
Alex joins in the laughter that rolls around the locker room. He might know these guys that well yet, but he's seen enough to know that's a lie.
"At least," Bortuzzo says over the laughter, "I would never have to bring my sister as my date to an awards show."
Alex glances around the room; he doesn't know Crosby well enough yet to know if that's going to be a problem. Most of the guys are shaking their heads and chuckling.
"No," Crosby agrees seriously, his lips twitching like he can't quite hold onto the expression. "You'd have to bring Sunshine. And he's not as pretty as Taylor."
The laughter ripples around the room again, and Bennett looks completely torn, like he wants to defend his honor but knows it's not a good idea to talk about his captain's sister's looks.
When everyone's attention has turned to their own preparations to get on the ice, Alex asks Zhenya about it. Advantage to being the only Russians in the room: they can have private conversations. "He never brings a date."
"No," Zhenya says, unconcerned.
"But-"
"Leave it," Zhenya says.
Alex raises his eyebrows. "But, Zhenya, I only want to make sure our captain-"
"You only want to interfere," Zhenya says, which is only a little bit true. "Sid is Sid. Leave it."
Alex isn't sure exactly what that's supposed to mean, but when they're headed out onto the ice, he bumps Crosby's shoulder and says, very seriously, "Your sister much prettier than Bennett, but not as pretty as my Masha," and gets rewarded with Crosby's laughter echoing off the glass.
Better Than a Superhero (2/5)
Date: 2014-06-30 03:16 am (UTC)"Go take care of your knee," Alex tells him at the end of a practice where Zhenya is grimacing and Crosby has the hard set to his mouth that means he's staying to run drills until someone kicks him out. "I'll stay."
Zhenya rolls his eyes. "He doesn't need babysitting."
"Don't worry," Alex calls as he skates away from Zhenya. "I'll take good care of your baby captain." Alex slides to a stop next to where Crosby is taking a water break at the bench and taps his stick against Crosby's skate. "What drills we do now?"
Crosby looks at him with truly unwarranted suspicion. "You're staying?"
"I'm still on the ice," Alex says cheerfully. He grabs a water bottle; hydration is very important. "What drills you want to do?"
The suspicion turns into calculation, and Crosby leads him out onto the ice for work on slapshots.
"Done being angry?" Alex asks when Crosby deems them done with a series of shooting drills whose importance are ranked on a scale only known to him.
"I'm not," Crosby starts to protest, and then he backs out of it, probably realizing how unbelievable a denial would be. "Not really," he says. "But thanks."
"Hmm," Alex says. "Why are you angry?"
Crosby squints at him over his water bottle.
"Sid," Alex says, hands spread wide, "we teammates, friends." He doesn't laugh at Crosby's disbelieving twitch at the second word.
Surprisingly enough, though, it works, and Crosby heaves out a sigh. "I want to give money to the CWHL and they won't take it."
Alex nods, because he is familiar with people being weird about money. "Someone else you could give to instead?"
"No," Crosby says with particular emphasis. "It's for Taylor. I want her to be able to play."
And now Alex is confused. "Taylor plays now."
"Yeah," Crosby says, "in college. She gets four years, maybe an extra one if she makes the Olympic team, although that's tough for goalies. A few women are playing in professional men's leagues, but only ones who are already well established. The CWHL is trying to make money so they can pay players, but they don't want one-time donations, they want corporate sponsorship and media deals and I can't give them that."
It's a lot of words said very quickly in English, but Alex gets the gist of it. He pats Sid's shoulder and heads for the locker room.
"Thanks, Alex," Sid calls after him, Alex's name sounding awkward in his mouth.
Alex turns around. "We friends now," he says with a wide smile. "Call me Sasha."
*
Alex turns it around in his mind, reads a little bit about the CWHL, and eventually brings it up with Mama.
A little over a week later, he catches Sid after practice and says, "Come over for dinner."
Sid says, "Um."
Alex grins at him. "Mama invite, want to talk to you. At seven."
"Don't subject him to your mother unprepared," Zhenya says.
"He doesn't need a babysitter," Alex shoots back. "And he'll be fine. Mama thinks he's a good influence." He turns to Sid. "You come?"
"Uh, yes?" Sid says.
"Good." Alex pats his shoulder. "I text you address."
Sid shows up right on time, with a bottle of wine and a two bouquets of flowers, one for Mama and one for Masha.
Mama gives Alex a pointed look, like she's recommending Alex follow Sid's example, as if he doesn't bring flowers all the time, and takes the flowers and wine with a smile for Sid.
Over dinner, between Mama's partial English vocabulary and Alex's more extensive but possibly still not quite enough of one, they explain Mama's plan to Sid. It'll take more time, more of an effort to get a lot of people working together, but it's doable.
"League want twenty-two million," Mama says. "Not that much for all of you. Time for sister."
Alex doesn't know Sid well enough yet to know exactly what the expression on his face means, but he thinks it's an agreement. "Twenty-two million," he says. He looks at Alex. "You think we can get that from our league's players?"
Better Than a Superhero (3/5)
Date: 2014-06-30 03:16 am (UTC)"Eighteen," Sid says. "I wanted to give them three."
"We do that easy," Alex promises, and then Sid throws himself into their plan with ideas about implementation and fundraising, how best to get the word out and how to present it to the CWHL board.
Masha leans over and kisses Alex's cheek. "That was a very nice thing to do for your captain."
Alex smiles at her. "I believe in women's sports. Maybe good for our children someday too."
Masha laughs brightly. "Right answer."
*
After his nap on the day after Christmas, Alex gathers up his parents and Masha and drives them all over to Sid's.
"Hi?" Sid makes the word into a question when he opens the door.
"Hello, Sid." Alex smiles brightly and hugs Sid.
Sid still seems confused, but he sort of hugs back, mostly pats Alex on the back. "What are you doing here?"
"We come to watch hockey with you," Alex says. "Too late for Russia game, but more games today. Mama make food."
"Uh, okay," Sid says. "Come in." He leads them into the house and into the living room where he introduces everyone to his parents and sister. Alex has met them all in passing before, at various events, but it's new for his family to meet them.
"Good to see everyone," Alex says. "We watch with you. I text Zhenya to come over too." He's already texted Zhenya twice, but he does it again from Sid's living room, getting Taylor to lean in for a selfie with him.
Zhenya scolds him for interrupting Sid's scarce family time, which isn't that scarce; they all know Taylor is staying until she has to go back to school. He also shows up half an hour later, and Masha, as the person in the room least invested in the hockey game on the screen, gets up to let him in.
"Can kick Sasha out," Zhenya says very seriously to Sid. "Not have to let him have his way."
Sid laughs the laugh that sounds like a giggle, drowning out Alex's protest. "It's good for Dad and Taylor to have someone to argue with about goaltending."
Alex wouldn't have to argue goaltending with them if they could just see how much better Finland's development program has gotten.
Traitorous Zhenya folds himself onto the floor next to Taylor, flicking at her ponytail. "Sasha have strange ideas about goalies."
"You all have wrong ideas about goalies," Alex says.
"I am a goalie," Taylor says.
"I have many fifty goal seasons," Alex says. "I know how to get past goalies."
Taylor laughs. "I wouldn't want to try to stop you."
Sid smiles at her, and at Alex like he's done something right by making Taylor laugh.
*
Sid is not smiling the next day, when they're down by two against Alex's old team and both of those were power play goals.
"No more temper tantrums," Sid yells in the locker room at second intermission.
Alex is too angry and frustrated to point out that Sid isn't making his case with his own tantrum.
"When you throw a temper tantrum," Sid says, looking at Alex and Zhenya both, "they're getting power plays, and then they're scoring." He takes a few heaving breaths. "If you're mad, don't take penalties. Score some goals."
Alex has heard more inspiring speeches, but Sunshine draws a penalty two minutes into the third and Alex, with assists from Zhenya and Sid, manages to score on the resulting power play.
"Fucking right," Sid yells as he slams Alex into the glass. "Two more of those and we got this."
Alex gets one of the two more, Kuni the other, and they come out of the game with a win Alex is fiercely satisfied to get.
Mama, Papa, and Masha drove separately so they didn't have to wait around for Alex, but he comes out of the locker room to find Taylor waiting for Sid.
Better Than a Superhero (4/5)
Date: 2014-06-30 03:17 am (UTC)Taylor smiles up at him. "Big Ovechkin."
Alex laughs and hugs her. "Now you see how good I get goalies."
"Yes," Taylor says. "Even a really good one."
"Easier than some others," Alex says. "I have practice shooting on Holtby."
Taylor asks him about that, and Alex hangs around chatting with her until Zhenya emerges from the locker room to join them, and then Sid.
Sid hugs Taylor, and then keeps an arm around her shoulders. He nods at Alex and Zhenya. "Good third period."
It's not that Sid never hands out praise, but he gives it when earned, and it's a sharp change from the yelling earlier.
Alex nods back at him. "Two points."
Sid smiles. "Two points."
*
Alex comes out of the locker room after they lose game six of the ECF to find a mostly empty hallway, late enough that most of the families have already left. Taylor is the only person waiting around, and Alex checks his rapid stride to talk to her.
"Waiting for Sid?"
"Yes," she says.
"Could be a while," Alex says. Sid spent the most time with the media, the most time sitting in the locker room, the most time talking to the other guys.
Taylor shrugs. "I know."
Alex leans against the wall next to her. "Wait with you." He doesn't have to, but his parents are already at home and Sid and Taylor's parents were going to see the next game.
"I'm okay by myself," Taylor says.
"Maybe I'm not," Alex says.
"Okay," Taylor says. She flicks at something on her phone. "How do you feel about cat videos?"
Alex is chuckling through trying to explain the Russian narration on a video on his phone when Taylor stops paying attention to him and pushes away from the wall.
Alex looks up, and watches her wrap her arms around Sid, the way the blankness on Sid's face softens as he hugs her back.
Alex stops the video still playing on his phone and nods at Sid before he heads down the hallway and out of the building.
Better Than a Superhero (5/5)
Date: 2014-06-30 03:17 am (UTC)"Your sister is wearing a bikini," Alex says, when he runs into Sid at the food table. He can see Taylor over Sid's shoulder.
"I know," Sid says.
It's said so calmly that Alex raises his eyebrows and the stakes. "And flirting with Sunshine."
Sid says, "Probably," with a slight grimace.
"Not going to stop them?"
Sid shrugs and keeps putting food on his plate. "She's a grown woman."
Alex stares at him. If he had a sister, no matter how old, he wouldn't be okay with her flirting with his teammates.
Sid seems to catch on that Alex is expecting something else out of him. "She's been in college for a year," he says. "And she was in boarding school before that."
"Very trusting of Sunshine," Alex says since there isn't much else he can say about that.
"Taylor knows she can come get me if anyone does anything inappropriate, and the guys all know better anyway." Sid makes that same slight grimace. "And we had a very awkward conversation."
That Alex can readily believe. His curiosity gets the better of him and he asks, "What kind of awkward conversation?"
Sid looks directly at him, like he just remembered he's actually talking to Alex and not to himself. "Um."
Alex raises his eyebrows again. "Can keep secret," he offers. They've become friends of a sort, him and Sid, or he thinks they have.
"Ugh." Sid makes a face. "You can't tell anyone." He waits for Alex's promise before he says, "She said she always carries condoms." His voice adequately conveys his dismay even though he keeps the volume low.
Alex can't help it; he laughs. A lot.
Sid's mouth flattens out into a thin line, and his movements are jerky when he scoops potato salad onto his plate.
Alex tamps down his laughter. "Good she's being safe," he offers. "You tell her about CWHL?" They got the money, and Alex knows the complicated arrangements related to the endowment are somewhere close to being finalized.
Sid visibly relaxes as he grabs onto the change of subject. "Not yet. The announcement won't be until this summer." He means after the Finals, probably, but that's still too painful for either of them to say. "Mom knows, because she's on the board, but Taylor doesn't."
They move away from the table, chatting about that and eating until Duper interrupts and scolds them for looking so serious.
Later, Alex watches from the side of the pool while Taylor and Sunshine, Taylor looking gleeful and Sunshine nervous, conspire to dunk Sid.
Sid comes up spluttering and spends a precious moment in indecision before he goes after Taylor. Next to Alex, Zhenya elbows him with a grin, and they both jump into the pool to join in. Sid is perfectly capable of dealing with his sister, so Alex gets a grip on Sunshine, doing his best to wrestle him under the water.
He looks up at the other three, Sid trying to dunk Taylor, Zhenya siding with whoever's at a disadvantage at the moment, all three of them full of laughter, eyes bright with happiness, and thinks, fiercely, Next year. Next year they'll have this party with the Cup.
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Date: 2014-06-30 03:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-06-26 06:22 am (UTC)Segs/Brownie maybe something about Jamie Benn jumping to the wrong conclusions when he sees Segs flinch at Brownie's touch? Really anything about Segs and Brownie would be awesome.
Two Guesses; One Correct (1/2)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:38 am (UTC)Also on AO3
Content Note: The central plot point of this story is Jamie thinking Tyler is being abused. (He is not.)
The chemistry isn't a lie. Jamie has never gotten along so well so fast with anyone the way he did with Tyler. But for all that, there are things Jamie and Tyler don't talk about, in ways that seem perfectly normal in the moment but strange when Jamie thinks about it later. Still, Jamie spends enough time around Tyler to figure some things out on his own, including some things that make them not talking about hookups or dynamics or anything like that make sense. And even if he didn't figure it out himself, there are the times when Tyler's friends come to visit and it becomes perfectly obvious, at least to someone who knows Tyler as well as Jamie does, that it's not a couple of doms goofing around. Not that Jamie has any problem with that kind of thing, but he knows the difference between that and a dom and sub being discreet about their dynamic interaction.
He's expecting more of the same when a whole crew of Tyler's friends come to visit after the end of the season, and in some ways that's what he gets. The whole bunch of them are pretty hands-on with Tyler, in ways Jamie is careful not to be because he's Tyler's friend, not his dom. But in other ways, it's not quite what he's expecting, and it takes him a while to put a finger on why.
The first hint he gets of it is a movement he sees only out of the corner of his eye, Tyler moving too fast for a lazy summer afternoon. By the time Jamie really turns that way, whatever it was is done and Tyler's relaxed and chill again.
The second time he sees it happen. Brownie puts his hand on the back of Tyler's neck, which is something Jamie never does but has seen some of Tyler's other friends do. Tyler jerks away from it, a full-body flinch that makes Jamie look at him sharply. Tyler palms the back of his own neck, shrugs a little, and takes a deep drink of his beer. Jamie looks at Brownie after that, but Brownie isn't paying any attention to him, is just looking at Tyler with a tense, tight look on his face. Jamie recognizes the look of a dom who's not happy, and there's no doubt in his mind that Brownie is a dom. It's what he's been missing, the way the other guys are handsy with Tyler but less seriously than he's seen them be before, like they're leaving space. He's guessing, now, that the space is for Brownie.
He sees it the third time too, Brownie grabbing at Tyler's wrist while they're all hanging out around the pool at Tyler's new place, and then Tyler yanking his wrist out of Brownie's grip. Jamie has to bite down on his lip to keep from saying something about it then. If everything's fine, then it's not really his place to get involved, and if there's something wrong, he doesn't want to make things worse for Tyler. But that doesn't stop him from following Tyler inside next time he goes to the kitchen.
"You want something?" Tyler asks from where he's leaning into the fridge.
"Water," Jamie says, and catches the bottle Tyler tosses him. It gives him something to fidget with. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Tyler says, sounding confused by the question.
Jamie's going to have to be a little more direct, then, if he wants a real answer. "Look," he says, "I know it's not my place to say anything, and your relationships are your business, and I don't know what's part of how you play and what's not, but sometimes things that aren't healthy can feel a lot like things that are, and if you ever need help or whatever, you can come talk to me."
Two Guesses; One Correct (2/2)
Date: 2014-07-01 03:38 am (UTC)Jamie sighs. He's going to have to be really direct. "Is Brownie hurting you in ways you don't want? Or not respecting your limits? Because the romance novel thing about how not having limits makes a good sub is bullshit."
Tyler's cheeks turn bright red and his mouth drops open.
"He is your dom, right?" Jamie asks, because he might as well check in that he's asking the right questions about the right things. "Or your primary one or whatever your arrangement is?"
"Uh, yeah," Tyler says, still bright red and looking startled.
One of the doors to the backyard opens, and Brownie's voice carries through to the kitchen. "I thought you were bringing me a beer." He stops just inside the kitchen and looks between them. "What's going on?"
Tyler walks over to Brownie and puts his arms around him, ducking his head to nestle it just under Brownie's chin. And then Brownie's glaring at Jamie, like he's the problem.
"Jamie thinks you're an abusive dom," Tyler says into Brownie's chest.
Brownie looks even more confused than Tyler did by the whole conversation. "I thought you weren't going to tell him you're a sub yet."
"I wasn't." Tyler turns his head so his cheek is still against Brownie's bare chest but he's looking at Jamie. "I didn't."
And now Jamie is the one who's confused. "I figured it out," he says. "I thought you knew that."
"No," Tyler says, and then he starts to laugh, an almost hysterical giggle that calms with the stroke of Brownie's hand over his back. "I've been trying not to let you find out."
Jamie frowns. "Why?" And then he connects the dots. "Oh," he says. "That's why you've been flinching away from Brownie."
"Yeah," Tyler says, and now that he's not doing it, Jamie can see how much effort Tyler was putting into not melting into Brownie, because he is one blissed out sub right now with Brownie's hands on him. "People look at me differently when they find out. And they try to, like, dom me."
Jamie makes a face. "I'm sure you're very pretty when you're submitting, but no. You're really not my type."
Tyler squawks in protest, and Brownie hides a chuckle against Tyler's shoulder.
"Why not?" Tyler asks.
Brownie nips at Tyler's neck, like now that Jamie knows, there's nothing to keep them from whatever kinds of PDA they want to indulge in. "Do you really want him to want to dom you?"
"No," Tyler says, leaning back against Brownie and tipping his head to grant Brownie better access to his neck. It's a move that wouldn't look out of place in porn. "But I want to know why he doesn't want to."
"No offense," Jamie says, because he's pretty sure he can be honest with Tyler without actually offending him, "but you seem like a lot of work. I'm not really looking for something like that."
Tyler squawks again, and Brownie grins before he nips at Tyler's neck.
Jamie's just close enough to hear Brownie murmur, "You are a lot of work. But I like doing the work." He's definitely close enough to see Brownie close his hand around Tyler's wrist, and to see Tyler melt into it instead of pulling away.
"Okay," Jamie says, feeling a lot easier now about Tyler and Brownie's relationship, "I'm going back outside now." He pauses next to them to pat Tyler on the shoulder and meet Brownie's eyes. "Sorry I thought you were hurting him."
Brownie grins at him. "Only when he's good and asks for it."
That's really more than Jamie needs to know to be assured that Tyler's okay. He takes the quickest escape out onto the patio and tries to put the sound of Tyler's choked-off moan out of his head. Best friend or not, there are some things he just doesn't need to know about Tyler, and that sound is one of them.
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Date: 2014-06-26 05:42 pm (UTC)Pour Yourself All Over Me (1/3)
Date: 2014-07-07 03:04 am (UTC)Later, P.K. takes to just showing up at Danny's door, sometimes with food, sometimes just with a smile. Occasionally, when Danny invites him over, with a smirk and comments about Danny making booty calls. But the first time he texts, What's your address?
Danny eyes the message with suspicion. He's trying to get to know his new team, but he also knows how hockey players can be, and he doesn't know who the pranksters on this team are yet. Why?
I'm coming over to keep you company.
If P.K. is looking to prank him, that's not very reassuring. Danny chooses to give him the benefit of the doubt and take it as a genuine offer of company. He texts P.K. his address and hopes he won't regret it later.
He doesn't when P.K. shows up, because P.K. brings food that he waves under Danny's nose when Danny lets him in.
"Thank you," Danny says. He still isn't quite sure why P.K. is here, but he gets forks, napkins, and water from the kitchen and they sit down on either end of the couch
"Oh, I didn't do all this for you," P.K. says with a grin that says he's full of shit. "This is for me, man. If I don't eat alone, I don't have to listen to Carey and Angela being all worried about me later."
Danny chuckles. "You get that from them a lot?"
"Oh, yeah," P.K. says, "you know how newlyweds are. Can't believe anyone's happy without a spouse." He reaches across the space between them to poke Danny's calf with his toes. "Can't believe I can eat a meal by myself sometimes."
"But not today," Danny says.
"Well, no," P.K. says. "I know you're still getting to know us all, and you're probably pretty lonely and stuff. This is partly for you."
It's a kind sentiment, even if Danny isn't lonely. He's still getting to know the guys and his kids are still in Jersey, but he has friends in Montreal. A few of them. Who he sees occasionally when they're not working and he's in town. Okay, he's kind of lonely.
"Thank you," Danny says solemnly, "for rescuing me from a night of loneliness and terrible food." He flashes a grin at P.K. when he laughs. "This is really good."
"I know all the best takeout in the city," P.K. boasts with a grin.
Danny chuckles. "You'll have to teach me all your secrets." Even if this doesn't make him appreciably closer to his teammates, he'll at least get some takeout options out of it.
"Maybe not all of them," P.K. says, and then they dig into their food for real, not talking much while they refuel.
Danny takes the empty containers to the kitchen when they're done, letting P.K. relax in the living room.
"This is a pretty sweet set-up," P.K. calls. "You play a lot of video games?"
"No." Danny calls back. "It's mostly for the kids when they come to visit."
P.K. raises his eyebrows. "Lot of video game equipment for people who don't even live here."
Danny leans against the door jamb between the kitchen and the living room. "I thought you were supposed to be making me less lonely."
P.K. makes an apologetic face, big and clear like all of his expressions. "Sorry, Danny. Didn't think that one through." Then he brightens up, sunny smile spreading across his face. "Want to make out?"
Danny blinks. "Uh." Nothing else about the evening felt like a date.
"Just an idea," P.K. says, still smiling at him. "You're lonely, I like making out." He spreads his arms out. "I'm good at making out."
Danny looks him up and down as subtly as possible. It's not subtle enough, going by the smug look on P.K.'s face.
Danny crosses his arms over his chest. "What makes you think I want to make out with you?"
"You haven't kicked me out yet," P.K. says. "I like my chances. What do you say?"
Danny laughs at the absurdity of the situation. "P.K.," he says, not entirely sure what else he's going to say.
"Come on, Danny," P.K. says with a grin. "Didn't you ever practice kissing with guys in Juniors? It'll be like that."
Danny uncrosses his arms and lets them fall to his sides. "No," he says. "I had a girlfriend when I was in Juniors."
Pour Yourself All Over Me (2/3)
Date: 2014-07-07 03:04 am (UTC)Danny laughs because it's so brazen and just the kind of easy, confident offer he would expect from P.K. It's more than he's laughed away from the rink in a while, and it's that more than anything else that makes him say, "Okay."
P.K.'s face lights up with a smile. "Great!" He crosses the room to Danny.
Danny never really notices how big P.K. is until they're standing right next to each other. He has to look up a ways to meet P.K.'s eyes.
P.K. goes slow when he leans down to kiss Danny the first time, which is a thoughtfulness Danny appreciates. It's the first time he's made out with someone bigger than him, and he needs the extra second to adjust to it.
It's not that different, once he gets past the fact that he's the one leaning up, and he lets himself get lost in what it feels like to kiss someone, the kind of slow, easy kissing he hasn't gotten much of in recent years.
Danny wraps his arms around P.K., getting a feel for how solid and large he is, letting himself feel all the muscle P.K.'s using to gently hold him against the doorway while they make out.
"Danny," P.K. says with a murmur after a while.
Danny just mmms and kisses him again, because now that they're doing this, he's really enjoying the way P.K.'s mouth feels against his.
"Hey," P.K. says, his hands on Danny's biceps, "hey, Danny, let's take this to the couch." He nips at Danny's lip. "I'm getting a crick in my neck."
Danny peers at him suspiciously. "Did you just call me short?"
"Oh, I didn't mean to," P.K. says, "but you are pretty short." He squeezes Danny's arm. "Come over to the couch. It'll be better for both of us.
Danny balks when P.K. tries to tug him down onto his lap.
"Come on," P.K. coaxes. "I'd sit on your lap, but that wouldn't solve our height problem."
"My height is not a problem," Danny says, but this time he lets P.K. pull him down. P.K.'s thighs are thick enough that Danny's legs have to spread wide over them. It's an uncomfortable feeling at first, but then P.K.'s drawing him in to kiss him again and he forgets about it for a while.
His attention gets drawn to it again when he shifts just right and his cock, which is having the predictable reaction to making out with someone hot, rubs against the thick muscle of P.K.'s thigh.
"Danny," P.K. says, a little out of breath from their kissing but still managing to sound impressed. "Taking things up a notch."
Danny starts to pull away, but then P.K. rolls his own hips up, and he can feel that P.K. is also hard. And then he stops thinking about it being just a good time making out, because he might get an orgasm out of this, one that's not all due to his own hand.
Danny deliberately rolls his hips down against P.K.'s, shifting to get their cocks more or less lined up. "They say I'm good in clutch situations," he says.
P.K. throws his head back with a delighted laugh, and Danny takes advantage of the way it bares his neck to lightly bite at his throat while he rolls his hips against P.K.'s.
P.K. makes a satisfied noise and lets Danny kiss and nip at his neck for a little bit before he tips his head down so he can mouth at Danny's neck. That sends a spark of heat through Danny that makes him gasp and roll his hips a little harder. He could definitely come from this.
"Wait, wait," P.K. says after a while, his hands on Danny's hips stilling their movement.
Danny freezes. Maybe getting off isn't what P.K. had in mind.
P.K. kisses his jaw. "Man, you can just change your clothes, but I have to go home after this, and nothing of yours is going to fit me." He pushes Danny back a little, not off his lap all the way, but a little, and unbuttons his jeans.
Danny moves too, standing up long enough to get his cock out while P.K. shoves his pants and boxers down toward his knees, and then he straddles P.K.'s thighs again, the vulnerability of the stretch less alarming now that he's so far into what they're doing.
Pour Yourself All Over Me (3/3)
Date: 2014-07-07 03:05 am (UTC)Danny gets lost in that again, making out and rubbing their cocks together. It fulfills all his needs for human contact, is going to get him off without much more than just this.
P.K. stops kissing him, pulls his head back just a little, and looks down. Danny looks down too, at both of their cocks rubbing together, and then at P.K.'s hand wrapping around both of them. Danny's cock, full and red as it is, looks almost pale against the contrast of P.K.'s much darker skin.
Danny takes in a gasping breath when P.K. moves his hand, jerking them both off slow and steady. He swears, in French but P.K. seems to understand anyway.
"Hey, Danny," P.K. says. "You want to just watch, or you want to make out until we come?"
Both options are equally attractive, and Danny just grunts out a noise that isn't an answer.
P.K. answers it with a noise of his own that might be a chuckle. "Yeah, come here." The arm around Danny's back tightens, drawing Danny in to where P.K. can kiss him. P.K. manages to let him do both, kissing him for a while, drawing back to let them both look down at their cocks in his hand, kissing him again.
Danny swears every time P.K. pulls back to let him look, mix of French and English that doesn't mean anything except that he needs to say something.
"Man," P.K. says, "I never thought you would swear so much in bed." He jerks their cocks faster. "It's pretty hot."
"How are you still talking?" Danny barely manages to string the sentence together.
"One of my talents," P.K. says. On the next upstroke, he rubs his thumb over the head of Danny's cock and grins at the way it makes Danny jerk and cry out. "That's another one of them."
P.K. stops talking then, and kisses Danny instead, licking deep into his mouth, everything wet and hot and deliriously good.
Danny comes while they're still kissing, touch of P.K.'s thumb over the head of his cock and P.K.'s tongue in his mouth too much not to come anymore. He doesn't get to watch it, but he pulls back a little after, looks down at his come striped white over P.K.'s fingers, and watches P.K. jerk himself off until the come on his hand isn't just Danny's.
Danny leans in to kiss P.K. lazily as they come down. He doesn't do it for long, though, because he's too tired, his ass going numb from the way he's perched on P.K.'s legs. He slides off of P.K. and onto the couch next to him.
"So that was fun," P.K. says. He pats Danny's thigh. "Want to do that again sometime?"
"Uh, maybe, yeah," Danny says.
P.K.'s hand doesn't move anywhere but up. "Don't sound so worried, Danny. It's just a little fun. I don't expect anything else from you." P.K. turns to kiss him again, sloppy this time with the angle not quite right, and then he pats Danny's thigh and practically bounces up from the couch.
Danny watches him head toward the kitchen. "How do you have so much energy right now?"
"I'm young and spry," P.K. calls back.
Danny groans and tips his head against the back of the couch. "Don't remind me. You know you're closer to my kids' ages than mine."
Danny can hear P.K.'s laugh even over the sound of running water. "Calm down, Danny. I'm not that young. It's not like you just hooked up with Chucky."
Danny takes a moment to contemplate that, and then shakes his head. "Don't even suggest that. Besides, I don't think Chucky would go for a casual hookup with a teammate."
P.K. pokes his head out of the kitchen. "No?"
"He doesn't seem like the type." Danny closes his eyes, leaning against the back of the couch. He can hear P.K. moving around in the kitchen, and the couch dips when P.K. sits down next to him.
"You didn't seem like the type either," P.K. says, "and yet here we are." He puts his hand on Danny's still bare thigh and kisses him, something Danny smiles into. He doesn't really need to move again. P.K. can show himself out and maybe Danny will just sleep on the couch.
Three days later, when they're passing each other in the hall at the rink, P.K. grabs Danny's arm and says, "Chucky would." It takes a minute for Danny to figure out what he's talking about, but when he does, he laughs almost as loud as one of P.K.'s laughs.
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Date: 2014-06-27 04:08 am (UTC)I love it when you play this game!
Can I ask for a story involving some kind of baked goods? Someone in canon is a secret foodie blogger, or is a Tastespotting devotee in some kind of RL AU, or bakery (in spaaaace?) AU, don't care! Just have a sweet tooth ;) Featuring any combination of hockey dudes who aren't on the Oilers or Kings since they might be the only teams I don't follow?
Tell me if it's a bad prompt and I will withdraw ;)
are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you (1/5)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:21 pm (UTC)1. Blueberry Muffins, July 10
James knows he's not always the most capable adult, but even he can handle figuring out what he needs to pack and what he can let the movers take care of. He didn't protest too hard, though, when Paul said he was coming to help, because it might be his last chance to see Paul before they play each other in October, and October seems like a long time away.
"At least you don't have much to pack," Paul says, looking around James' living room. It's a familiar chirp about the state of James' house, but it falls flat this time.
There's an awkward moment before James says, "Okay, let's do this."
For all that he doesn't seem to have that much stuff, it takes them most of the day to get the place squared away, and then James stands in the doorway of his bedroom and looks at the bare mattress with dismay. He didn't really plan this very well.
Paul comes to find him and stands in the doorway with him. He puts an arm around James' shoulders. "Come on," he says. "You can have your old room for the night."
It feels right to end his time in Pittsburgh sleeping in Paul's guest room, and he goes downstairs in the morning feeling a little better about his trip, if not having to leave for good.
Paul's already up, and he cracks eggs into a pan when James comes into the kitchen. Then he slides a cup of coffee over to him, and then, kitchen god that he is, he hands James a still-warm blueberry muffin.
James peels paper away from the side of the muffin to bite into it. Sweet, fluffy, juicy when he bites into a blueberry.
"You never made me muffins before," James says.
Paul leaves the eggs on the stove and leans on the counter across from James. "I never made you breakfast in the offseason before," he says. He's wearing his glasses and his hair is fluffy and James hates that he won't get to do this anymore.
"I'll miss you," he blurts out, and then he looks down to take another bite of his muffin.
"I'll miss you too," Paulie says. His voice is soft and warm, and James doesn't dare look at him.
are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you (2/5)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:22 pm (UTC)They lose to the Blackhawks. It's a crappy end to James's first road trip with his new team, and he's annoyed and tired by the time he and Carter finally get to their apartment building.
James has his eyes mostly closed on the elevator, so he doesn't notice that Carter is taking them from the garage to the lobby instead of up to their floor until he blindly follows him out into it.
"Man," James says, "this is not my apartment."
"I have a package," Carter says, and he stops at the front desk to retrieve it from Tony, who's on duty tonight.
"One for you too, Mr. Neal," Tony says, and he hands over a box James tucks under his arm without looking at.
They both thank Tony, and this time, James keeps his eyes open enough to make sure Carter isn't taking them anywhere but their floor.
"Don't fall asleep in the hallway," Carter says as he keeps going past James's door to his own.
James flips him off even though Carter probably isn't looking at him anymore and all but falls into his apartment. He leaves his suitcase just inside the door and takes the box to the kitchen. He needs some water anyway. He rips open the FedEx box without looking at the return address and dumps the contents out onto the counter. A plastic container thumps onto the counter, and a piece of paper drifts out after it.
If you put them in the microwave for 5-10 seconds, you can eat them warm. You can freeze them if you don't eat them all at once.
The note's unsigned, but James recognizes the handwriting, and when he turns the box over, the return address is Paul's.
James opens the container. It's full of chocolate chip cookies. He puts three of them on a plate and puts it in the microwave for a few seconds while he pours himself a glass of milk. He takes a picture of the warm cookies, chocolate starting to melt a little, next to the glass of milk and texts it to Paulie with, Thanks.
Warm chocolate chip cookies dipped in milk is the perfect late night snack.
James puts his dishes in the sink and the container in the freezer before he stumbles to his room, pulls all his clothes off, and collapses into bed.
In the morning, he has a text from Paul that says, You're welcome.
3. Cornbread, October 25
"We could have gone out," James says. "Or ordered in. You didn't have to come here and cook."
"Paulie too used to cooking for you," Geno says with a sly grin. "And we know you lazy."
James flips him off, but can't help laughing. He's missed these guys.
"I like cooking," Paul says. "And who knows what you've been eating."
"I've been eating just fine," James says over the sound of Geno's laughter. "I have a meal service."
Paul shakes his head and laughs at that. "It won't be as good as this."
"Probably not," James concedes. He sits down at the counter, watching Paul cook.
Geno joins him after a few minutes, and they hang out around the kitchen while the scent of chili starts wafting through the apartment.
James watches in the same kind of daze he used to watch Paul make breakfast while Paul whisks together dry ingredients in one bowl, then wet ingredients in a second bowl.
Geno elbows James in a very soft spot on his side. "Lazy too lazy to talk?"
James snaps out of it and elbows Geno back. "Fuck you, G."
Geno laughs and easily leans away from James.
"Behave, kids," Paul says as he pours batter into a pan, "or no cornbread for you."
Geno looks at Paul mournfully, in a way that James knows is absolutely and completely faked.
Paul doesn't fall for it, just laughs at both of them and keeps on with his cooking.
James does his best this time to pay attention to talking to Geno instead of getting distracted watching Paul cook.
are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you (3/5)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:22 pm (UTC)The chili looks good, but James bites into his cornbread first, without even pausing to put butter on it. It's perfect, moist and flavorful, sweet without being too sweet.
"Good?" Paul asks.
James looks up from his cornbread and gives him a thumbs-up.
"Very good," Geno says. "You master chef."
Paul smiles. "Maybe not a master chef."
"You're my favorite chef," James says now that his mouth is free of cornbread.
The corners of Paulie's eyes crinkle up with his smile. "Thanks."
4. Frosted Sugar Cookies, December 16
James checks in at the front desk on his way home from morning skate. He's not exactly expecting packages, but it's December, and it seems prudent to keep an eye on the mail.
John at the front desk wishes him good luck on the game when he hands over a FedEx box. James thanks him for both and only looks at the return address on the box when he's in the elevator. It's another package from Paul.
James manages to restrain himself until he gets into his apartment, but then he tears the box open and carefully takes the plastic container out of it. The cookies in it are in Christmassy shapes, each one with an even layer of frosting.
James bites into one even as he calls Paul, so when Paul answers, James has to finish chewing before he can say, "Robs would kill me if he knew I was eating cookies at all, much less on a game day."
"So don't tell him," Paul says. "Or don't eat them."
"Of course I'm going to eat them," James says. "They're fucking delicious." He takes another bite of cookie. They're possibly the best cookies he's ever had.
Paul chuckles. "They're made with olive oil," he says, "so it could be worse. And I left the sugar sprinkles off the top."
James's mouth is full of cookie, or he probably would have said or done something embarrassing at the thought of the cookies being even better.
"They're really good," James says when his mouth isn't full of cookie. "Thank you." He can't resist adding, "Unless this is a plan to sabotage us and make me play badly tonight."
Paul's chuckle is warm and familiar. "No," he says. "You'll play great no matter what you eat."
James has another bite of cookie, so he can't say anything embarrassing in response to that anyway.
"Besides," Paul says briskly, without the warm sincerity of the compliment, "we need you to win to keep us ahead of the Bruins in the East."
James laughs. "We'll do our best." He looks down at the tupperware. Robs really will kill him if he slows down tonight because he ate too many cookies. It's a sacrifice, but he seals the lid on tightly and puts them away in a cabinet where he won't see them. "Thanks, really."
"You're welcome," Paulie says. "Merry Christmas."
"I'm going to talk to you before Christmas," James says, but he also gives in to the spirit of it and says, "Merry Christmas."
are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you (4/5)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:22 pm (UTC)James is home when the front desk calls up and says he has a package. He takes the elevator down to retrieve it, and tears it open on the way back up. It's from Paul, and there's the now familiar plastic container inside.
James calls Paul once he's inside the apartment, when he can drop his keys and the FedEx box on the table inside the door and not have to juggle very many things.
"Are you sure you're not trying to sabotage me?" he asks as he drops the plastic container onto the counter. "This is the second time you've sent me things on a game day."
"No sabotage," Paul says.
James gets the container open and his eyes almost roll back in his head at the rich, chocolatey smell that comes out of it. "Are these brownies?" He picks one up.
"Yes, James," Paul says, with a patience that is obviously mocking James.
"Hey," James says, "I called you as soon as I got them. I haven't had a chance to try them yet." He bites into the brownie and makes what is probably a ridiculous noise. The brownie is moist and chewy, and there are chocolate chips in it. "There are chocolate chips in these."
"Yes," Paul says. He might be laughing at James, at least a little bit. "They're in the recipe."
"It's really good," James says. "Keep the recipe."
"It's my mom's recipe," Paul says. "I was going to keep it anyway."
"Well, good," James says. He looks at the container full of brownies. "Did you keep any of these for yourself?"
"One or two," Paul admits. "Why? Think I should have sent you the whole pan?"
"No," James says. "You should have one. So we can eat them together." It didn't sound weird in his head, but it sounds a little weird out loud.
"Yeah, okay," Paul says after a moment of silence.
They're both silent for a moment, eating their brownies.
"They're even better with ice cream," Paul says.
James groans. "Why would you put that idea into my head? Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about."
"Sorry," Paul says, not sounding the slightest bit sorry.
"No, you're not," James says. He takes a second brownie out of the container before he closes it up.
"Not really," Paul says. "You can freeze them, have them with ice cream later."
"Mmm," James says around all the chocolate in his mouth. "If I don't just eat them all now."
Paul chuckles. "Robs really would kill you for that."
"Yeah, probably." James puts the container in a cabinet with real regret. "Thanks for sending me brownies. You must be, like, a preferred customer at FedEx now."
"I'm not quite to that level yet," Paul says dryly.
They're quiet for a few moments, James finishing off his second brownie and Paulie just there on the other end of the line.
Paul is the one to break the silence again. "Happy Valentine's Day, James."
"I miss you," James blurts out, the thing he tries not to say so often that it becomes too much.
Paul sighs, and James echoes it, and then says, "Happy Valentine's Day, Paulie."
are you thinking of me the times I'm thinking of you (5/5)
Date: 2014-07-04 10:23 pm (UTC)James has been texting with Paul enough to know he's still in Minnesota. He lucks out, too, and Paul is at home when James rings his doorbell.
"James," he says when he opens the door, questioning tone in his voice and surprised look on his face.
"Hi," James says. "I brought you some cookies." He holds up the container, one of Paul's, that's the only thing he took out of the rental car when he went up to the house.
It doesn't take all of the surprise off Paul's face, but he lets James in and hugs him after he closes the door. It would be better if James weren't still holding the container, but he can at least wrap one arm around Paul.
After they hug, Paul takes the container and heads into the house. James kicks off his shoes and follows Paul into the kitchen.
James takes one of the stools at the counter and says, "They're not like your cookies. They're just the break and bake kind."
"I can tell." Paul holds up one that still has a corner sticking out of it where the dough didn't totally flatten out in the oven. He's smiling, though, so James doesn't take it as too much of an insult.
Paul puts a handful of cookies on a plate and puts it in the microwave. He pours them each a glass of milk, puts the warm cookies down between them, and sits on the other stool at the counter.
Paul dunks a cookie in his milk and doesn't make grossed out faces or anything when he eats it, so they must not be too terrible. "Did you come to Minnesota just to bring me break and bake cookies?"
"I had to return your containers," James says.
Paul laughs, but then fixes James with a look.
James breaks a cookie in half for something to do with his hands. "Come to Nashville."
Paul raises his eyebrows. "Are you their interviewing committee?"
"No," James says. He pauses. "Well, I did tell them they should talk to you, but I'm not here, like, officially or anything."
The corners of Paul's mouth turn up like he's laughing at James. "Officially you're still in Whitby?"
James makes a face at him. "I'm here, but I'm not officially here representing the team. You're a free agent next week. Sign with Nashville." He keeps breaking his cookie into smaller and smaller pieces. "We have strong D already, but you could do good things for us. I know the guys would all like you."
Paul puts his hand over James's wrist, holding it down against the counter. "James," he says, "I don't even know if I'm going to play next year."
James's mouth drops open. "What do you mean you're not going to play next year?"
Paul sighs. "I'm thirty-four. Everything hurts. When we got knocked out of the playoffs this year, I was sorry to lose, but I also thought, 'Thank God I don't have to work out for three weeks.' It might be time for me to retire."
James bites down on the instinct to protest that Paul has another couple of good years ahead of him. It's not actually the important part of the conversation. "So come to Nashville anyway," he says. "You can keep me company."
He's serious about it, and Paul looks like he's taking it seriously, but then he says, "You just want someone to make you breakfast."
James twists his wrist, still under Paulie's hand, and wraps his fingers around Paul's wrist. "I don't care if you never cook again."
Paulie meets his eyes, surprise and then softness spreading across his face. They just look at each other for a moment, hands around each other's wrists. It's a moment, and it stretches on and on, James afraid to do anything to break it. And then Paul pulls his hand away and gets out his phone.
"What are you doing?" James really thought they were on the same page with that moment.
"Texting my agent," Paulie says, "to tell him the only offer I'm willing to consider is one year, no movement with Nashville."
Objectively speaking, the cookies James brought aren't anywhere near as good as anything Paul has ever made for him, but they taste like the best thing in the world when Paulie feeds them to him between kisses.
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Date: 2014-06-28 12:25 am (UTC)Third Wheel (1/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:38 am (UTC)Tyler doesn't know what has Brownie distracted, but he figures smoking up is as good a way to mellow out as any, so they sit out on the balcony and pass a joint back and forth while the sun goes down.
"Katie wants to have a threesome," Brownie says. He inhales and passes the joint to Tyler.
"Sweet," Tyler says. He takes a hit off the joint.
Brownie exhales, stream of smoke against the Toronto skyline and says, "With you."
Tyler chokes on the smoke in his lungs. While he's coughing, Brownie takes the joint away from him.
"For real?" Tyler asks.
"Yeah." Brownie's voice doesn't give away much, and it's getting darker out now, too dark for Tyler to make out the details of the expression on his face. "I told her I'd ask."
Tyler holds his hand out for the joint and breathes in the smoke. "Do you want to?"
Brownie takes the joint back when Tyler offers it. "I don't know. You've done it, right?"
"Threesomes, yeah," Tyler says. "Mostly with girls, but there was one time with this couple."
"And it was good?" Brownie asks.
"Yeah," Tyler says. They're all good. That one maybe had an advantage because he only had to get the girl off and let her worry about the other guy instead of the ones with girls where they both want him to get them off.
They smoke in silence for a while, until Tyler takes the last hit off the joint. Even after that, they stay out on the balcony, just looking out at the lights of the city.
"So you want to?" Brownie asks.
Tyler may be high as a fucking kite right now, but he still manages to stop and think about it. No need to fuck up one of the best friendships of his life by getting this wrong. "You sure you want to?" He rolls his head against the back of his chair to look at Brownie. "I don't want to make things weird between us. Or between you and Katie," he adds as an afterthought.
"Yeah," Brownie says with a sigh. "I probably wouldn't, with anyone but you. I trust you."
Tyler reaches out when Brownie does, and they fist bump in the space between them.
"Then, yeah," Tyler says. "Your girl's pretty hot. I'd do her."
*
They don't really talk about details or anything like that. Tyler doesn't ask about it; he figures he already agreed, and it's not like he can't get laid when he wants and has to wait for them. He sees Katie around - Tyler makes eggs for all three of them on the mornings after she stays over with Brownie - and Brownie, obviously, but neither of them really bring it up either. So by the time it comes up again, Tyler figures they've forgotten about it or Brownie decided he didn't want to do it after all when he wasn't baked or Katie changed her mind or whatever.
Katie's been around all afternoon, hanging out with them and periodically draping herself across Brownie. Tyler takes Marshall out for a walk around the block and comes back to that again, Katie sideways on Brownie's lap, her arms around his neck.
"We're talking about going out for dinner," Katie says. "Come with us?"
Tyler shakes his head. "Nah, I don't want to third wheel your date."
"Actually," Katie says, "I think a third wheel is exactly what this date needs." She raises her eyebrows at Tyler, and it's a pretty clear challenge.
Tyler looks at Brownie, who looks resigned, but also like he might be on his way to smiling.
"This the thing we talked about?" Tyler asks Brownie, just to check in and make sure he doesn't get it wrong.
"Yeah," Brownie says. He shrugs a little. "Gotta treat you right if we're gonna do this."
Tyler laughs, something close to a giggle. "Okay."
"Great!" Katie bounces off of Brownie and puts on her shoes. "Let's go."
"Uh, do we need to change?" Tyler asks. Katie's in a dress, the long kind that almost drags on the ground, so she'll look good anywhere, but he and Brownie are just in shorts and t-shirts.
"No," Katie says. "We're going casual for dinner. You keep those clothes on until we get home and take them off of you." She picks up her purse, apparently unconcerned with the impact of the come-on.
Third Wheel (2/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:38 am (UTC)Things are kind of awkward in the elevator, or at least Tyler feels awkward, until Katie says, "What about that sushi place?"
"Ugh, I can never figure out the chopsticks," Brownie says.
Tyler laughs. "I've seen you eat sushi with chopsticks."
"Yeah, like two pieces, and then I give up and eat the rest with my hands."
"We don't mind watching you eat with your hands," Katie says. She links her fingers through Brownie's and lifts them up. "They're nice hands. Right, Segs?"
Well, Tyler guesses they're flirting now, instead of being awkward, and he's better with flirting anyway. He makes a show out of looking at Brownie's hands before he smiles at Katie. "Pretty nice," he says. "Is he good with them too?"
The elevator dings, and Brownie mutters something that could be a curse as he leads them out of it. Katie winks at Tyler, and Tyler grins back at her.
They keep it up over dinner - Katie does lead them the few blocks to the sushi place - mostly Tyler and Katie flirting and Brownie shaking his head at both of them but looking pretty pleased about it too.
Tyler's greatest triumph is when he and Katie watch Brownie eat a piece of sushi with his hands, and then Tyler picks up his own piece with chopsticks and looks Brownie right in the eye as he maneuvers it into his mouth, making sure Brownie notices just how good he is with his hands and his mouth. It actually makes Brownie blush and Katie say, "Damn," low and turned on.
Tyler turns his gaze to Katie and smiles at her, as dirty as he can. "Brownie's not the only one with good hands."
"Yeah, okay," Katie says. "Finish your sushi so we can get out of here." She leans in a little closer. "I think it's time for us to get those clothes off of you."
Then it's Tyler's turn to blush, and they flirt a lot less while they finish dinner and Tyler pays the bill.
Katie and Brownie hold hands on the walk back, Tyler a step behind them, watching their hands swinging between them.
"Hey, so, we don't have to do this," Tyler says in the elevator up, still looking at the two of them holding hands. "I mean, I don't want things to get weird or whatever."
Katie and Brownie look at each other, and Brownie says, "I'm still cool with it."
Katie reaches up to pat Tyler's cheek. "You're not that irresistible. I don't think you're going to come between us. But if you don't want to, you don't have to." She says it straight, not like the challenge it could be, like she's honestly waiting for him to make a choice.
Tyler looks from her to Brownie, because he's mostly worried about it making something weird with Brownie, but Brownie's looking pretty relaxed and certain about it too.
Tyler smiles at both of them. "I'm good," he says. "Let's do this."
"Good," Katie says briskly. She practically drags Brownie out of the elevator when they get to their floor, and Tyler follows them down the hall, into the apartment, and up the stairs.
They go into Brownie's room, and Katie looks at Tyler before she tugs Brownie in for a kiss. Tyler's seen them kiss before, but usually they're being mostly polite about being around other people, so it's not this kind of hungry kissing that's obviously going to lead to something more.
Katie turns her back to Brownie after a moment, leaning against him. "You should come kiss me too."
Tyler grins at her, confident again in his ability to do what she's asking, and goes over to them. Katie's a little shorter than Tyler and Brownie, so he ends up looking Brownie in the eye first - he looks calm and maybe a little amused by Tyler - before he bends down to kiss Katie.
Tyler's had a lot of first kisses with girls. They're all different, but all similar too, in the way it's about learning how the girl kisses and what she likes. The fact that Katie is Brownie's girlfriend doesn't even change that part of it much.
Katie smiles at him when they stop kissing after a minute, a kind of evaluating smile.
Tyler raises his eyebrows at her. "Are you going to grade me on that?"
Third Wheel (3/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:39 am (UTC)Tyler obligingly raises his arms when she does just that, so she can get it all the way off and toss it aside, and then Katie turns that same evaluating glance on his abs.
"You've seen me without a shirt before," he points out, because she's around a lot and he spends a large portion of his summer shirtless.
"Mmm," Katie says. "I was always trying not to look." She turns around and tells Brownie, "Take your shirt off too."
"You're not even going to do it for me?" Brownie strips his shirt off and tosses it to the side with Tyler's.
"I can undress you anytime," Katie says. She leans up and kisses Brownie, and then steps away, steps to the side where she looks back and forth between them. "You should kiss him."
Brownie hesitates and Tyler says, "Um."
"I mean, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to," Katie says, "but it'd be hot."
Tyler can feel his cheeks heating up.
"All right," Brownie says with a sigh, and he's the one to close the space between them.
Kissing Brownie is weird. It's not quite like his first kisses with girls. Brownie is a lot bigger than the girls Tyler has kissed and he has stubble that feels kind of strange rubbing against Tyler's face. It takes them a second to get into it, until Brownie makes this sort of growling noise that's kind of hot and grabs Tyler's face in his hands and puts him where he wants him to go.
"Yeah," Katie breathes. "That is totally hot."
Tyler's cheeks are still burning, probably worse with the heat of Brownie's hands over them.
Brownie doesn't stop touching Tyler when he turns his head to Katie and says, "Good enough?"
"Mmm, for the moment," Katie says. "But you should take his pants off now."
Brownie quirks his eyebrows at Tyler. This is nothing like the other threesomes Tyler has been in.
Tyler nods, and then gets way more turned on than he thought he would when Brownie skims his hands all the way down Tyler's sides to get to his shorts. Tyler's had someone else take his clothes off before, so that part is also familiar, at least when Brownie takes off his shorts.
"All of it?" Brownie asks Katie.
Katie takes a second to look Tyler up and down - fuck, that makes him hot - before she says, "Yep."
Having Brownie take off his boxer briefs is weird again, but not weirder than it is hot, and being naked while Brownie and Katie still have clothes on is really fucking hot. Tyler's always liked being looked at.
They're both looking at him now. Well, Katie's looking at him intently. Brownie's half looking in his direction and half looking at Katie.
Katie goes over and kisses Brownie, and then comes over to Tyler. It's still hot when she looks him up and down and then presses close so he can wrap his arms around her and kiss her. The fabric of her dress is soft against his skin, and he can't decide if he wants to keep kissing her like this or if he wants to get her naked.
Katie makes the decision for him. She looks over her shoulder and tells Brownie, "Take your clothes off," and then she runs her hand down Tyler's arm. "You can take my clothes off."
Tyler grins at her and kisses her hard and wet before he grabs for the fabric of her dress. By the time he figures out how to get enough of it in his hands to pull it up and over her head, Brownie's behind her, and he helps, the two of them getting the dress off of her and Brownie taking it from Tyler once it's off. Katie's not wearing a bra under it, and Tyler takes a moment to look. Her tits are nice. Not the best he's ever seen, but nice.
Katie laughs, probably at him, but she also pushes her panties over her hips and down to the ground, and she can laugh at him all she wants if she's going to do that.
Tyler's settled into this now, sure of what he's doing once they're all naked and he's kissing Katie again, sliding his hands over her body, pressing his cock against her.
Katie twists in his arms, turning around to kiss Brownie. Tyler runs his hands up from where they were on her hips to her tits, getting a feel for them and figuring out how she likes to have them touched.
Third Wheel (4/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:39 am (UTC)Katie slips out from between them after long enough that Tyler's really fucking hard and hoping she's going to move them on to something that's going to get him off.
"You two should make out again," Katie says. She sits down on the edge of the bed, spreads her legs enough that Tyler can see everything, and touches herself. "That would be hot."
It's a little easier to kiss Brownie this time, now that he's done it once and has a feel for how Brownie kisses. Brownie doesn't do the same putting him in his place thing as the first time, but he does put his hands on Tyler's back, huge and warm and nothing like a girl's hands.
They're only touching there, their mouths, and Tyler's hand on Brownie's shoulder at first, but then Katie says, like she's laughing at one or both of them, "This isn't a school dance. You don't have to leave room for the Holy Spirit."
Brownie sighs, a gust of air that blows over Tyler's lips, and then he pulls Tyler so close there's no space between them and kisses him again.
It's a good thing Tyler's not the one trying to do something here, because for the moment the only thing he can think about is Brownie's dick hard and pressing against him. He's pretty sure he's not supposed to like it as much as he does.
It feels like his whole face is on fire.
Tyler's distantly aware of Katie saying, "Oh, fuck, that's hot," but he keeps his eyes closed and lets Brownie be in charge. As long as he just goes along with Brownie he doesn't have to think about how much he likes feeling another dude's hard dick.
Brownie is the one who decides when they stop kissing. Tyler sways toward him when he steps away, but recovers quickly and doesn't think either of them notice because Brownie is going over to the bed and bending down to kiss Katie.
There's a soft murmur of their voices that's indistinct over the roaring in his head, and then Katie pushes Brownie onto the bed.
"Come over here," Katie says to Tyler, and he goes over and kisses her. It's way less complicated than what he was doing a minute ago, and he goes with that, kisses her deep and wet, pushing his way into her space.
Katie pushes him back after a little bit, and looks him straight in the eye. "I want you to suck Tyler off, and then you can fuck me after."
Tyler's brain whites out for a second. "Uh, yeah," he says, "if, uh." He looks at Brownie.
Brownie shrugs. "A mouth's a mouth," he says.
"Great," Katie says brightly. She presses a kiss to Tyler's cheek. "We'll switch when he gets close. You're probably not ready for that."
Tyler's instinctive competitiveness almost makes him argue with her, but the part of him that's getting better at making him think before he speaks kicks in instead, and he nods, because that's probably true.
It's really fucking weird to lie down between Brownie's legs, weird to put his hand around the base of Brownie's cock. Weird, at first, to put his mouth on Brownie's dick. But only at first, because the thing is that for as much as Tyler liked touching another dude's dick, he likes having it in his mouth even more.
"Oh, yeah," Katie says. "Use your tongue. he likes that."
Tyler does his best to follow her instructions; he doesn't know what he's doing, but he can make an educated guess based on the blowjobs he's received. He gets a gasp out of Brownie, so he must be doing something right.
That gasp is followed by the wet sound of kissing, and Tyler opens his eyes, looks up. Katie and Brownie are kissing, neither of them seeming to pay much attention to him.
Tyler uses his tongue again, moving it against Brownie's cock to remind him he's there. Brownie groans into Katie's mouth. When he moves his hand, it's not to touch Tyler, but to put it between Katie's legs.
Tyler watches, having a cock in his mouth making him so fucking turned on he might be the first one to come, while Brownie touches Katie while they kiss.
Third Wheel (5/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:39 am (UTC)She taps Tyler's shoulder and says, "My turn."
Tyler lets Brownie's cock slip out of his mouth even though he doesn't really want to stop. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself; he doesn't think Brownie's going to make out with him and touch him like he was with Katie. Brownie's not paying attention to him anyway, eyes totally on Katie.
Tyler looks at her too, and she looks good with her lips stretched around Brownie's cock. It's hot, like porn, only right there in front of him. He moves up the bed to sit sort of next to Brownie, so he can watch Katie without being in her way or making things too weird.
She uses her hands like Tyler didn't think to, one of them holding Brownie's cock like he did but the other cupping his balls. Tyler cups his own balls to kind of feel what that must be like. Next time he gets to blow a guy, he's going to remember that because it's probably pretty great.
Brownie groans when he comes. Katie stays down on his dick, swallowing, Tyler guesses. It's hot, and so is the way she crawls up over Brownie to kiss him afterwards.
"Your turn," she says to Tyler after that.
Brownie is the one to hand Tyler a condom, and he asks, "Are you going to last long enough to make her come?" while Tyler tears it open and rolls it down his dick.
"Fuck you," Tyler says, because if he tells the truth the answer is probably no.
"I know one of you will take care of it if you don't," Katie says, and there's no room in her voice for doubt that they're going to get her off one way or another.
They move around a little, Brownie scooting more to the side so there's room for Tyler and Katie, and Katie switching places so she's on her back under Tyler.
He takes a moment to look at her, hotter now that they're in the middle of things and she's all spread out and wet for him. For them, he guesses, but he's the one who gets to fuck her now.
He tries to push into her slow and gentle, but it feels so fucking good to get his dick in her and she's wrapping her leg around him, pulling him in hard, that he starts out that way and ends on a jerking thrust that gets him all the way into her.
"He's not going to last," Katie says, and it's probably true and Tyler wants to prove her wrong anyway.
He tries. He really tries to hold on while he fucks her. He gets her to tip her hips to wherever it feels best to her and he makes out with her while they fuck, touches her tits the way she liked earlier. He can tell she's getting closer by the way she hitches her hips and moans, and he tries. But he's so close, so turned on from having Brownie's dick in his mouth and now his dick in Katie that he can't, and he comes with a few hard, jerky thrusts that don't get her all the way there.
"Fuck," Katie says, and then, "I told you so."
Tyler groans and sits up, pulling out of her.
"You all right there?" Brownie asks. "I can take over if it's too much for you."
"Fuck you, I can do it," Tyler says. He tosses the condom and scoots down the bed, like he was before, but between Katie's legs this time.
His head's still buzzing a little from coming, and that probably makes eating her out even better for him than it normally would be. Normally he's just kind of doing it because he doesn't want girls out there telling stories about him being a dick in bed. This time he's trying to prove himself even more than that, and he's still feeling some of the good shivery part of being turned on even though he already came.
He does his best, listens to the noises that are coming out of Katie's mouth and puts his fingers in her while he uses his mouth. He looks up when she stops making noise, but she only stopped because Brownie's kissing her. Brownie's got a hand on her tits, too, probably better at that part of it than Tyler because he knows what she likes.
Third Wheel (6/6)
Date: 2014-07-14 12:40 am (UTC)When Tyler sits up, Katie and Brownie are too busy slowly making out to pay any attention to him. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do now. They're his friends, so he doesn't feel like he has to leave right now, but it's kind of awkward just hanging out naked while they make out.
"You don't have to go," Katie says. She smiles at him, all sated and kind of sleepy. "I mean, if you don't want."
"Uh, okay," Tyler says, and he lies down on the other side of her. She turns and kisses him lightly, and then yawns.
Brownie chuckles. "She always falls asleep after."
"That was hard work," Katie mumbles. "I need the rest."
Brownie kisses her neck. "I wasn't complaining about it."
It's probably less than a minute later that Katie falls asleep between them. Tyler's been known to fall asleep after sex, but usually he isn't having sex that makes him reevaluate what he thinks he knows about himself.
"Hey," Brownie says. He's still leaning up on his elbow, looking at Tyler over Katie. "Are we cool?"
Tyler means to say yes, but instead he says, "I think I might be bi."
"Uh."
Tyler drapes an arm over his eyes. "I really got off on sucking your dick," he confesses. He's pretty sure Brownie won't judge him, and Brownie knows pretty much everything about him anyway.
"Uh, you know I'm not- I mean, it was good, but I was only doing it for Katie."
"I'm not hitting on you," Tyler says with a frustrated noise. "It wasn't because it was your dick. I just liked sucking dick."
"Uh, okay?"
Tyler moves his arm enough to look at Brownie. "Okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Brownie says. "What else do you want me to say?"
"I don't know." Tyler covers his eyes with his arm again.
Brownie's quiet for a minute, and Tyler starts thinking about digging his clothes out of the piles on the floor and going to his room.
"You want to come over here?"
Tyler moves his arm and blinks at Brownie.
"Katie's going to be dead to the world for a while," Brownie says with a shrug. "I figure you're more of a cuddler."
Tyler is, sometimes, so he gets out of bed. Katie's small enough that Brownie can pick her up and move her to where Tyler was, scoot himself to where she was, and make space for Tyler on his other side.
"You'll be fine," Brownie says once they're lying down together with Brownie's arm draped over Tyler. "I mean, how many guys hit on you already?"
Tyler laughs, quietly so he doesn't wake Katie up. "Probably like, one a week, average."
"There you go," Brownie says. "You'll have plenty of chances to suck dick."
Tyler's laugh is louder that time. "Yeah, sure." He looks at Brownie. "I bet this wasn't what you had in mind when you asked me about this."
"Not exactly," Brownie says drily. He looks over at Katie, and takes his hand off of Tyler to brush her hair back. "I was thinking about making her happy."
"You really love her, huh?"
"Yeah," Brownie says. "I really do." He drapes his arm over Tyler again. "You gonna sleep here?"
Tyler wants to, doesn't want to go back to his own empty bed tonight, but he doesn't want to force it if that's not what Brownie wants. "Kind of crowded."
"Uh huh," Brownie says, and pats Tyler's chest before he gets out of bed, turns out the light, and comes back to bed. He's always been able to see right through Tyler. "Plenty of space."
In the dark, it's easier to move a little closer to Brownie. There's enough space without it, but Tyler feels like cuddling right now, and Brownie did offer that.
Brownie kisses his temple, and it's not weird at all now. He can figure out the rest of it tomorrow.