Virtual Trick-Or-Treating
Oct. 30th, 2014 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleHappy Halloween! Welcome to the sixth annual edition of virtual trick-or-treating.
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a video, or something else I come up with in the moment. My intention is to finishing handing out all treats before I go to bed on Halloween. (And then sleep in on Saturday.) Lurkers and anonymous trick-or-treaters are welcome! (But if you're posting anonymously or your LJ completely friends-locked and you want a treat specific to your interests, let me know something about why you know me/what you're into.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user francescarter, used under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.)
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a video, or something else I come up with in the moment. My intention is to finishing handing out all treats before I go to bed on Halloween. (And then sleep in on Saturday.) Lurkers and anonymous trick-or-treaters are welcome! (But if you're posting anonymously or your LJ completely friends-locked and you want a treat specific to your interests, let me know something about why you know me/what you're into.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user francescarter, used under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.)
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Date: 2014-10-31 04:04 am (UTC)I always love your treats, and getting one this year would be superkeen. I think you know the sort of thing that I like *g*
Sleepover (1/2)
Date: 2014-11-01 06:08 am (UTC)Also on AO3
"Thank you so much for doing this," Sid says when he opens the door to Alex and the Malkin kids. The kids yell a quick hello at him as they go racing into the house to find Riley and Carter.
"Spend the night in Sidney Crosby's house," Alex says with a grin. "No problem."
Sid suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at the way Alex says his name, like he's an overwhelmed fan. Alex is not overwhelmed and he often roots for whoever the Pens are playing against, mostly, Sid thinks, to rile up the kids.
"Thank you anyway," Sid says. They're just back in town, the nanny won't be back for another week, Sid's usual secondary babysitter canceled on them at the last minute, and Mario and Nathalie are going to the event so he couldn't ask them to watch the kids. It's not the first time Sid's borrowed Geno's nanny, but he feels guilty every time.
"This good for me," Geno said earlier, when Sid asked if Alex could possibly watch his kids too while they go to a pre-season charity event. "Kids and Sanja stay with you, Nastia and I have house to ourselves after charity dinner."
"Are you sure that's going to be okay with Alex?"
"Yes," Geno said firmly, and the next thing Sid knew, Geno had a plan for him and Sid was checking to make sure he had enough cash to leave for Alex in case the kids talked him into pizza for dinner.
"Three kids, five kids," Alex says with a shrug now. "All the same thing."
It's not the same thing at all, but Sid knows what kind of argument he'll get into with Alex if he tries to say that, and he doesn't have that much time to burn before he leaves the house.
"There's a list of emergency numbers on the fridge," Sid says, skipping it. "Here's money in case they talk you into pizza or whatever. I know it's a sleepover, but try to get them to bed on time, and make sure they brush their teeth."
"Yes, Sid," Alex says, looking amused. "I am a nanny. I know about kids."
"I know, I know," Sid says. "Okay. And if they go on the rink, everyone wears helmets, even you. And anyone in goal has to wear full pads."
"Yes," Alex says. "I know. I skate on your rink before." He pulls out his phone. "Going to be late." He turns it around so Sid doesn't have to look for a clock or pull out his own phone to see how close he's cutting it.
"I'm not going to be late," Sid says, but he will if he hangs around arguing with Alex anymore. "You can pick whichever guest room you want. I'll have my phone, and I'll check messages if I can't answer it, so call me if anything happens."
"Nothing happen," Alex says. "Say goodbye to the kids, go to your fancy dinner."
The kids are all in an excited jumble in the living room, with Ksenia apparently in charge. Sid interrupts them enough to get hugs from Riley and Carter.
"Be good," he says. "Listen to Alex."
"Dad," Riley says, "you have to say it right."
Sid always knew adopting kids just after Geno and Anastasia had kids and then letting them all be friends was going to have lasting consequences. The kids deciding he needs to use a formal version of Alex's name sometimes is one of those.
"Listen to Alexander Mikhailovich," Sid says. He kisses the kids goodbye, reminds Alex again that he'll have his phone on, and goes to support Pittsburgh's disadvantaged children with the Malkins and the Lemieuxs.
Sleepover (2/2)
Date: 2014-11-01 06:09 am (UTC)He checks his phone several times, just in case. There are no emergencies, but halfway through dinner he does get a picture of Alex with all five kids crammed into the frame, nothing but their smiling faces showing in the shot. Alex follows it up with )))) and Having fun!!!
Sid absolutely trusts Alex with his kids, but he still likes the confirmation that everything is okay.
It seems just as okay when he gets home and checks in on the kids. They're all in a pile of sleeping bags in the living room. There are enough beds in the house for everyone, but one of the things Sid has learned from having kids is that a real slumber party means sleeping bags on the floor.
Sid makes sure everyone looks okay and that there's a light still on in case one of them wakes up and gets scared before he goes upstairs.
Alex did not choose one of the guest rooms. Alex is sitting up in Sid's bed with his iPad. Shirtless.
"I told you you could have whichever guest room you wanted," Sid says. It's a lost cause, but he still feels like he has to say it. He never wants to take advantage.
"Sid," Alex says, sounding disappointed, "I never choose guest room." He turns his iPad off and puts it down on the nightstand on his side of the bed, and then watches Sid take off his jacket and tie with absolutely no subtlety at all. "Take off all your clothes and come to bed."
Sid's been looked at enough that stripping down to his underwear while Alex watches him appreciatively doesn't embarrass him. The few seconds it always takes him to identify whichever booty-themed song Alex starts singing does.
"Don't sing," Sid requests with a laugh. He locks the bedroom door before he gets into bed with Alex and kisses him to make him stop singing. Partially to make him stop singing. Mostly because he wants to kiss him. He hasn't kissed Alex since the end of last season. Alex thinks the sneaking around is fun, and Sid doesn't want the kids to know, not yet. It doesn't leave them with a lot of opportunities for kissing.
Sid's not sure if Geno and Anastasia have guessed about them, and pretty sure no one else has. With the way he missed Alex all summer and the way he feels with Alex's hands and mouth all over him, it's not something he'll want to keep secret forever. Tonight, though, tonight it's still just for them.
Re: Sleepover (2/2)
Date: 2014-11-02 03:24 am (UTC)Re: Sleepover (2/2)
Date: 2014-11-03 07:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-10-31 03:20 pm (UTC)All in good time (1/2)
Date: 2014-11-02 03:37 am (UTC)Also on AO3
"Looking good," Brandon says when he opens the door and lets P.K. in. P.K. doesn't think anything of it, because he's always looking good, and it's good that Brandon recognizes that. He's also a polite man, so he returns the compliment.
"Not bad yourself." That's also true. They might take turns chirping each other, but Brandon does know how to wear clothes. Definitely the second best dressed person in their locker room, after only P.K. himself.
P.K. is man enough to admit, when Brandon takes him to the kitchen where Maripier is keeping an eye on what P.K. is almost certain is a pre-prepared meal that she and Brandon only have to heat up, that Maripier outshines them both.
"You are a paragon of good looks as always," P.K. says.
Maripier greets him with a kiss on each cheek and pours him a glass of wine. "I like your shirt," she says. "Is it new?" She tweaks a bit of the cloth on his sleeve and rubs it between her fingers.
"Yes, from a new place my tailor told me about." P.K. tells her and Brandon about the place, their staff, and their clothes, while Brandon and Maripier take turns checking on their dinner.
"I think this is done," Maripier says after not too long.
Brandon goes over to her to peer over her shoulder. There's an easiness to their closeness that P.K. longs for for himself. Misses, from the brief time he thought he had it.
Brandon throws his vote in for it being done. They refuse P.K.'s offer of help, so he stays out of the way while they move everything to the table.
P.K.'s come over to their place for dinner often enough that the care with which Brandon and Maripier set the table doesn't clue him in to the fact that anything might be different. The candles Maripier leans over the table to light do, however, and so does the way Brandon and Maripier both lean forward a little more than usual when they talk to him. The three of them always flirt with each other for fun, but this has a more serious tone to it, like they mean it.
Brandon opens a second bottle of wine, and leans close over P.K.'s shoulder to pour him a glass, and then just as close over Maripier to pour her one too.
P.K. turns the stem of his glass between his fingers. "Going to tell me what's with the candles and the really nice wine?"
"We always serve the good wine," Brandon says. He drops the joking tone without prompting. "The three of us have been basically dating for a couple of weeks. Maripier and I thought we'd step it up a notch, see if you wanted to go on some real dates with us."
P.K.'s fingers tighten on the stem of his wine glass, enough that he notices and makes himself let go, push the glass away. "I'm not going to say I'm not interested," he says, "because that would be a lie." He lets himself look at them, both of them almost heartbreakingly gorgeous in the soft light of the candles, both of them focused on him, listening intently to what he has to say.
"We are a catch," Maripier says lightly.
"You are," P.K. agrees, "but I don't want to be something you do for fun until you decide it's time to be responsible adults."
All in good time (2/2)
Date: 2014-11-02 03:38 am (UTC)Brandon's face is also stormy. "Do you want me to beat him up at practice tomorrow?"
P.K. was never that good at being subtle.
P.K. says, "No," and Maripier turns a sharp look on Brandon. P.K. can't exactly read the look Brandon returns to her, but he recognizes the kind of look, the silent communication in it.
Maripier brings her chair around the table to sit right next to P.K. "We would not do that," she says. "We can't promise right now that it will last forever, but we have talked about it, and we would like to date you. To see if this will work as a relationship." She grins at P.K. "We already know it will be fun."
"You're quite the catch too," Brandon puts in from the other side of the table.
It's a persuasive case.
Maripier takes P.K.'s hand in hers. "We can take it slow. Just dates for now, so you can see we're serious."
P.K. throws a questioning look at Brandon.
"As slow as you need us to," Brandon says. He reaches across the table and takes P.K.'s other hand.
They seem wholly sincere, and the promises they're making are nothing like what happened last time. It seems worth taking a chance on despite P.K.'s lingering fear that what happened last time might happen again.
"Slow," P.K. says.
They both nod.
"Okay," P.K. says. "Take me on some dates." He smiles at them. "This one was a pretty good one."
"Of course it was." Brandon squeezes P.K.'s hand. "We're good at this stuff."
"How do you think we got each other?" Maripier squeezes P.K.'s other hand. Then she smiles at him, light and sweet. "Where do you rank first kisses in the progress of going slow?"
"Well, you did invite me over for a very nice date," P.K. says with a bit of a smile. He lets go of Brandon's hand so he can cup Maripier's cheek while she kisses him, soft and close-mouthed. It's gentle, like she really is going to go slow.
When Maripier draws back, Brandon's hand falls onto P.K.'s shoulder; he came around the table while they were kissing and is on the other side of P.K. now. P.K. turns toward him, letting go of Maripier's hand this time so he can touch Brandon's jaw. Brandon's stubble prickles a little against P.K.'s palm and chin, but his kiss is otherwise just as soft as Maripier's was.
Brandon smiles softly down at P.K. when he stops kissing him. "Want to take the wine into the living room and cuddle on the couch?"
P.K. laughs. "You sure know how to show a guy a good time."
Brandon grins at him. "Well, if we're going slow, that's as good as it gets. Maripier will probably fall asleep, but we can enjoy it."
"I'm not going to fall asleep," Maripier says. She picks up the bottle of wine and her glass.
"She will," Brandon stage whispers to P.K. He grins, too, and then holds P.K.'s hand on the short walk to the couch, easy and comfortable.
Maripier does fall asleep, her head on P.K.'s chest.
"She does this," Brandon says, smiling softly at Maripier and then transferring the same smile to P.K. "You'll get used to it."
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Date: 2014-10-31 05:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-11-02 04:54 pm (UTC)1. I saw on your LJ that you've been watching Scandal. One of the things I've most enjoyed about watching it is reading the Racialicious posts about it. This link will take you back to the page with their earliest posts about it. It looks like they didn't start doing regular roundtables until later in season 2 (or they're there somewhere and not tagged), but you might be interested in reading them as you watch the show. Fitz is an awful, awful person and the two greatest mysteries of the show are (a) why anyone, much less two incredibly intelligent women with so much going for them (Mellie and Olivia), would fall in love with him and (b) why people keep talking about how he's a good man/person/politician when there's absolutely no evidence to back that up.
2. Little Mosque (originally titled Little Mosque on the Prairie) is a completely delightful show. In many ways, it's your basic gentle, small town faith community comedy, but the faith community is a mosque in Canada. In particular, it does some really interesting things with the women. (I was disappointed to see that only season 1 is available free on Hulu at the moment, but you might be able to keep an eye on it and watch later seasons as they become available, or it might be available on Netflix or other streaming services.)
3. serenadestrong's nsfw tag on Tumblr. This is mostly porn, and I think she has good taste, so you may enjoy it.
Thankl you - and sorry about the Scandal rant!
Date: 2014-11-08 04:57 pm (UTC)1.: That is indeed great to read. I've had a look at several of the Racialicous ep commentaries, and plan to go through them one by one; I think it will help me come to grips with my own reactions to the eps. It's great to see intelligent commentary of this kind!
I'm almost all caught up with Scandal now, but it is actually mostly because I rage-watched many eps in the futile attempt to finally get past the awful Fitz. I still can't believe that the show just will not let him and his affair with Olivia drop. I am so disgusted by any "romantic" scenes with this individual that I fast-forward through them making retching sounds.
Why indeed would anyone fall in love with him? And why would they stay in love with him when he is not intelligent enough to conceal what a bastard he is? I wish the makers of this show would explain how exactly the character is meant to come across, because I can't puzzle it out. It doesn't seem like the show is even makiing a real effort to show him in a positive light - but then things happen that only make sense if the show assumes the viewer likes Fitz and is invested in his romance with Olivia.
I agree entirely that he is an awful, awful person. I am *so squicked* by Olivia's affection and passion for him. I just can't understand it. What on earth is the attraction supposed to be?? I do not for one second believe that he actually cares for her as a person; she's just filling sveral different needs for him. The show even says at much in several ways; when he says he will "give up the White House" for her, it's a straight-up lie. He just wants to get away from the stress of it all, and uses her as a convenient romantic excuse.
Melli, too - Fitz treats her abominably, and then even rages at her about how it's her fault that he's had a bad conscience all this time for cheating on her, which - wow. WOW. And also: Huh? Never seen signs of that when he told her he had no time for her and made sure she knew it was her horribleness that justified all his actions. But no, he has suffered so much because of her bla bla blabla.
I mean - when his wife is depressed because their son died, he mocks her, makes up degrading nicknames for her and complains endlessly that she isn't supporting him anymore the way she should be. Not that he ever appreciated it when she did; then she was always too unscrupulous and generally Not Good Enough.
OMG, sorry for ranting. I just have a lot of negative feelings about the man.
2: Thank you for the tip, I have already watched the first ep! It looks like it has potential, I will definitely watch more. :-)
3: Ooooh, very nice! :-)
Re: Thankl you - and sorry about the Scandal rant!
Date: 2014-11-11 12:33 am (UTC)He's so unrelentingly awful! I was excited when I saw previews for whichever first or second season ep it was where they were going to do a flashback to show us how they met, because, finally, I thought, we would get to see what made Olivia like him. And then, nope, it's just an inexplicable connection, which works well in prose, but not so well on screen. The way characters keep saying he's a good person makes me think we're kind of supposed to believe that, but there's nothing to show us that. Instead, we see him disregarding boundaries, behaving horribly to his wife and children, and killing a dying woman.
It sounds like you're basically caught up. One of the things I've found even more disturbing about last season and especially this one is the way the men on the show (particularly Fitz, Jake, and Rowan) talk about Olivia. They clearly don't understand that she's an autonomous person, not a possession for them to fight about/taunt each other over. The fact that no one seems to have any problem with it is really making me side-eye Shonda and the writers.
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Date: 2014-10-31 09:25 pm (UTC)Goes A Long Way (1/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:32 am (UTC)"Uncle Sidney!" Casey pushes past Taylor and all but runs into Sid's legs.
"Hi, buddy." Sid bends down to get as big a hug from Casey as a three-and-half-year-old can give. "When did you get so big?" He stands up and hugs Taylor. "Hi."
"Hi." Taylor's smile is as warm and welcoming as ever. The hug she gives him is so much like Mom that it makes Sid pause for a moment. Sometimes he still thinks of Taylor only as his much younger sister and forgets that she's all grown up, and a mom too.
"You think he's gotten big," Taylor says, oblivious to Sid's internal monologue, "come see Cameron."
"But," Casey says, "but I'm still the biggest. I'm the big brother."
"That's right," Sid says.
Taylor shuts the door behind them and Sid reaches all the way down so Casey can hold his hand and pull him along to the living room. The Blades jersey Casey is wearing has "Mommy" and Taylor's number 30 written across the back.
There's a baby gate across the bottom of the stairs, and Cameron is corralled in her playpen in the living room.
"She's crawling," Taylor says. "Gets everywhere." She scoops Cameron out of the playpen. "Don't you, baby?" She kisses Cameron's cheek, and Cameron babbles nonsense at her. "Do you want to see Uncle Sidney?"
Sid takes Cameron and kisses the top of her head, breathes in the warm baby smell of her. "You did get big." He looks at Taylor. "It hasn't even been that long."
"They grow fast at this age," Taylor says.
"I'm still lots bigger," Casey says.
"You are," Sid says. He crouches down and lowers a squirming Cameron onto the floor, watches her crawl toward Casey.
"You're a big brother," Casey says.
"I am a big brother," Sid says, with a smile up at Taylor. They had this conversation a lot over the summer, when Casey was still adjusting to not being an only child anymore.
"Mommy's your little sister," Casey says, his face scrunched up like it's still hard for him to believe.
"For sure," Sid says.
Cameron gets to Casey and babbles up at him until he reaches under her arms and tries to help her to stand up. It doesn't work, but neither of them go crashing to the floor and Taylor doesn't try to stop them, so Sid guesses it's okay.
Casey gives up after a minute, and says, "Uncle Sidney, can we play hockey now?"
Sid grins at him. "I always want to play hockey."
Sid gets the tiny goal set up and Casey brings over mini sticks for Sid and Taylor, and then himself.
"You stay out of the way," Casey says seriously to Cameron.
"I think maybe we'll make sure of that," Taylor says, "before anyone gets hurt." She scoops Cameron up and puts her back in the playpen.
They play for a while, Sid and Taylor taking turns at being on a team with Casey, Casey insisting on being in net for a while "like Mommy."
Goes A Long Way (2/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:33 am (UTC)Taylor refuses Sid's offer to help with dinner, and she floats in and out of the living room while she takes care of it.
Sid doesn't get up from the floor until Cal comes home, when he gets up to hug him after Casey yells, "Daddy!" and Cameron babbles at him.
"Good to see you," Cal says. "These two keeping you entertained?"
"For sure," Sid says. "How are you?"
"Better now that I'm home." Cal swoops Cameron off the floor and high up into the air. "How's my little girl?" He kisses her, and bends down to kiss Casey's cheek too.
"Daddy," Casey says, "Daddy, we played hockey with Uncle Sidney!"
"You did?" Cal says.
"Yes!" Casey chatters as he follows Cal to the kitchen, Sid trailing behind them.
Cal leans down to kiss Taylor, both kids hanging off of him.
For a moment, Sid is so incredibly, phenomenally jealous of Taylor and her family that he can barely see straight.
"Good timing," Taylor says to Cal. "Dinner's just about ready."
"And it smells delicious," Cal says. He hands Cameron over to Sid. "You take this one while Casey and I get ready for dinner."
Taylor directs Sid through wiping Cameron's hands down and getting her settled into her highchair with a plastic spoon she can hit on the tray.
The highchair is situated where Taylor and Cal can take turns feeding Cameron. Sid's at the other end of the table, and he helps cut up Casey's chicken and talks to him about how important it is to eat his vegetables.
Casey pouts when it's his bedtime.
"Let's go get ready for bed," Cal says, "and maybe Uncle Sidney will read you a bedtime story."
"Will you?" Casey asks.
"Yeah, I will," Sid says, "but you have to get ready for bed first."
"Too bad we can't use that one all the time," Taylor says. She smiles at Sid. "Want to come read to Cameron? It'll take a while before Casey's actually in bed."
Sid follows Taylor up the stairs, and waits until she has Cameron changed into her pajamas. Taylor picks out a book, and sits on the floor next to the rocking chair while Sid reads Goodnight Moon to Cameron.
Taylor takes Cameron from Sid after he's done with the book, and puts her down in her crib. Sid stands with her while she rubs Cameron's back softly until she's completely asleep.
When they leave and cross the hall to Casey's room, he's in his pajamas in bed with a book on his lap. "Just Uncle Sidney," he says, so Cal and Taylor both kiss him goodnight, and Sid sits on the edge of his bed to read to him.
Casey insists Sid read the book again, and a third time. He's mostly asleep by the end of the third time through, and Sid leans over to brush a kiss across his forehead before he carefully stands up and slips out the door.
Goes A Long Way (3/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:33 am (UTC)"Casey asleep?"
"Yeah," Sid says. "I had to read him the same story three times."
Taylor laughs. "Yeah, it's a thing he likes now."
With the kids in bed, Sid gets a chance to ask Taylor how her life has been since he last saw her, hear all the CWHL gossip, and find out what's been happening with Cal's job.
"I'll drive you back," Taylor says when it gets late enough that Sid has to go.
"We'll come down and see you after the game tomorrow," Cal says. "Don't worry; we already told Casey he has to wear a Penguins jersey."
Sid laughs. "Yeah, can't have him in Bruins colors." He hugs Cal goodnight and goes out to the car with Taylor.
They're barely down the street when Sid says, "I think I want to have kids soon."
Taylor glances over at him. "I thought you were waiting until you retired."
"I was," Sid says. "But that's going to be a few more years. Look how long Jagr played. I don't know if I want to wait that long."
"It's not easy," Taylor says, "playing hockey and having kids. I can't imagine doing it without Cal."
"Yeah," Sid says with a sigh. It would be easier if he had someone else to raise kids with. It would be easier if he wanted someone else to raise kids with.
"Just because it's hard," Taylor says, "doesn't mean you can't do it. Hire a nanny to be there when you're on road trips and at practice."
"I know," Sid says. "I just." He sighs. "I look at you and your kids, and I want that. I want my own kids." He turns to look at her. "Am I selfish if I have kids now? They're going to be home without me half the season, and all the attention."
"You're going to love them," Taylor says, which doesn't quite answer his question. "That goes a long way with kids."
"Yeah," Sid says. He looks out the window, watches Boston passing by and remembers what it was like to know that no matter how much he got bullied by other players and their parents, his family loved him and would do what they could to support him.
"Don't tell Mom and Dad I'm thinking about it," Sid says after a few blocks of silence. "I'm not sure yet, and there's a lot of stuff I still have to figure out before I know for sure."
"I won't," Taylor promises.
When they get to Sid's hotel, Taylor gets out of the car and comes around it to hug Sid tightly. "You're going to be a great dad," she says, "whenever you decide to have kids."
Sid kisses her cheek. "Thanks," he says. "You're a great mom."
Taylor beams at him. "Thank you." She hugs him again. "I'll see you tomorrow, after the game."
Sid waves goodbye and watches her drive off before he goes into the hotel. Tomorrow, he knows, she and Cal and Casey will all be in 87 Crosby jerseys while Cameron is home with a babysitter. Sid plays hard every game, but he'll know his family is watching and that he'll get to see them after the game. If he doesn't wait much longer, he might be able to have that with his own kids before he retires.
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Date: 2014-11-01 12:08 am (UTC)Sugar (1/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:23 pm (UTC)Content Note: Implied exchange of sex for material gifts.
On Tuesday, Tyler digs his fingers into Segs' hips while Segs rides his dick and calls him baby.
"Yeah," Segs says, "Yeah, baby, just like that."
Tyler's barely doing anything, letting Segs be the one to screw himself down onto him, letting Segs take everything he wants.
It still leaves him gasping when they're done, Segs sliding down to lie next to him, cuddled close, still half sprawled over him.
"Damn," Tyler says.
"Yeah, fuck." Segs presses sloppy kisses to Tyler's shoulder. "Fuck, it should always be like that."
"It is always like that," Tyler says. He still works out, but sometimes he thinks he could give it up and keep his body just from how much and how hard they fuck.
Segs makes an agreeable noise before he passes out. He's going to be drooling on Tyler in about ten minutes, and Tyler doesn't even care.
*
On Friday, when Segs is in San Jose, Tyler signs for a package that requires him to show ID. It's addressed to Segs, so he doesn't open it. He snaps a picture of the box, including the return label, and sends it to Segs.
Don't open it, Segs texts back.
I wasn't going to, Tyler sends. He puts the box where the dogs won't get at it, and then whistles for them and takes them out on a run around the neighborhood. He does most of his running on the treadmill, but the dogs like the outdoor runs and he's gotten to know the neighbors a little bit.
He forgets about the box until Segs gets home. It's late Sunday night, but Tyler sleeps through it and doesn't see him until he wakes up on Monday.
Segs wants to get fucked when he wakes up, pushy and demanding while Tyler opens him up and pounds into him, leaves him lying sated and warm on the sheets afterward.
"Hey," Segs says, poking at Tyler's arm. "Go get that box. The one that came while I was gone."
"You get it," Tyler says.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not moving," Segs says.
Tyler fakes a put-upon sigh and goes downstairs to get the box and a pair of scissors so Segs can open it.
Segs doesn't even sit up, just pushes up on his elbows enough to slit the tape on the box. There's another box inside it, nestled into a bunch of packing material that Segs thankfully doesn't spill all over the bed.
"Here." Segs hands the smaller box to Tyler.
"What?"
"It's for you." Segs smiles, so sweet. "A present."
It's a watch, a Breitling, the one Tyler said he liked best when they were browsing them a few weeks ago because Segs was thinking about getting a new one.
"Shit," Tyler says. "For real?"
"Mmhmm." Segs pats his thigh. "Gotta keep my baby happy. Put it on."
Tyler takes it out of the box and wraps it around his wrist. He holds his arm out to look at it.
"Mmm," Segs says, "looks good."
"Yeah," Tyler agrees. He kisses Segs, licking slowly into his mouth until Segs is flushed and bright-eyed again. If they hadn't just fucked, Tyler would be all over him, giving him whatever he wanted. Instead, he blows Segs later, on his knees in the living room while Segs' fingers tighten in his hair and a football game plays on TV.
Sugar (2/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:24 pm (UTC)"You don't need any more clothes," Tyler chirps lightly. "Have you seen our closet?"
"I'm not buying clothes for me," Segs says. "Unless I see something I like." He presses a kiss to Tyler's cheek. "I'm buying clothes for you. You need something new and pretty to go with the watch."
Tyler's cheeks burn a little at the pretty descriptor, but he follows Segs from store to store and tries on everything Segs suggests.
"Those," Segs says definitively about one pair of jeans. "Your ass," he says almost dreamily.
Tyler's cheeks burn again, but the very professional saleswoman helping them doesn't even blink. She definitely earns her commission.
Tyler has the jeans, a pair of slacks, three button downs, two T-shirts, and a pair of shoes by the time they're done.
He changes when they get home, into the jeans and one of the T-shirts, still wearing his watch, and he can feel Segs' eyes on him as he comes down the stairs.
They take the dogs for a walk, ambling through the neighborhood and saying hello to the neighbors they pass.
The sun glints off of Tyler's watch.
Tyler shoos the dogs into the backyard when they get home from their walk, not able to wait any longer, and fucks Segs over the back of the couch.
"Oh, yeah," Segs says afterward, still slumped over the couch. "That's the way, baby."
Tyler pulls out of him and nuzzles at the thin skin behind his ear. "Thanks for the shopping trip."
Segs turns his head and smiles at Tyler. "Gotta keep you in style."
He's definitely doing that.
Sugar (3/3)
Date: 2014-11-03 04:24 pm (UTC)"New watch?" Jessica asks.
"Yep." Tyler holds it up so she can see it.
"Nice."
Tyler acknowledges that with a nod, and they chat a little until Jordie comes out of the locker room.
"Hey, babe," Jordie says as he bends down to kiss Jessica. "What's up, man?" He catches Tyler in a bro hug.
"Not much," Tyler says. "Nice game out there."
"Yeah," Jordie says. "Your boy and my brother are making the rest of us work hard to keep up with them."
Tyler smiles a little. "Yeah, I can see that."
"We're getting out of here," Jordie says, throwing one arm around Jessica's shoulders. "Catch you later."
Tyler says goodbye to them and hangs around a little longer, until Segs and Jamie come out of the locker room together.
"Now I see why you wanted a ride to the rink but not home," Jamie says. He clasps Tyler's hand and pulls him into half a hug.
"Yep," Segs says cheerfully. He moves to Tyler's side as soon as Jamie lets go, pressing so close Tyler can feel the heat radiating off of him through his suit.
"Is that the present Segs couldn't stop talking about buying you?" Jamie asks.
"Yeah." Tyler holds up his wrist so Jamie can see his watch.
"Nice," Jamie says.
"Gotta treat him right," Segs says.
"I can see you're doing that," Jamie says. He fistbumps Segs. "Have a good night." For a mild-mannered guy, Jamie's good at implying all kinds of filthy things.
Not that he's wrong. Segs is all over Tyler when they get home. They let the dogs out into the backyard and stay in the doorway making out and feeling each other up until Segs whistles sharply for the dogs, closes the door with all of them on the inside, and drags Tyler up the stairs.
"I wanna fuck you," Segs says, pushing Tyler into the wall at the top of the stairs and taking his mouth.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," Tyler says when Segs lets him talk again.
They careen into the bedroom, both of them half out of their clothes already.
Tyler keeps his watch on and he can feel the hard metal of it pressing into his wrist when Segs puts his hands over Tyler's while he fucks into him.
They're loud, both of them, and Tyler crashes hard onto the mattress after they've both come and Segs stops holding him up with one hand and his dick.
"Fuck," Tyler says, long and slow. His head is turned to the side so he can breathe, and he knows what time it is because he can see his watch, precisely ticking away the seconds.
Segs reaches over him and takes his watch off, drops it onto the nightstand like it's nothing.
Segs lifts Tyler's wrist and kisses one of the spots where his watch left a red mark. "Feel good?"
"Mmhmm, yeah," Tyler says.
"Good," Segs says. He kisses Tyler's wrist again. "You look so good in that watch I got you."
Tyler gathers up the energy to turn over, so he can pull Segs down to kiss him. "You take good care of me."
"Yeah, I do," Segs says, and he manages to look both sweet and smug at the same time.
Tyler makes a mock disgusted noise. "Stop gloating and go to sleep."
Segs laughs, bright and delighted, and kisses Tyler for a while. They're both smiling soft and happy by the time they settle down to sleep, and Tyler rewards Segs for it by getting up and letting the dogs in to sleep with them.
"You're so good to me, baby," Segs says when Tyler and the dogs are settled in around him.
"Always will be," Tyler promises.
*
On Saturday, Tyler wakes Segs up with pancakes, blows him outside by the pool after breakfast, and makes sure his bag is packed before he has to leave for a one-game road trip to Chicago.
"Thanks, baby," Segs says. He kisses Tyler, one hand roaming down to squeeze Tyler's ass.
Tyler follows Segs to the door when Jamie honks from outside.
Segs kisses him again, pressed up against the wall. "I'll miss you."
"Me too." Tyler presses a quick kiss to Segs' lips. "Love you."
Outside, Jamie honks more insistently.
"Love you too." Segs gropes Tyler's ass again, before he smirks at him and grabs the handle of his suitcase.
Tyler waves at Jamie from the doorway, and waves again, at Segs, before they pull out of the driveway.
Tyler's watch is heavy on his wrist, grounding, and it catches the light as he pulls the door shut.