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2minsforslashingCharacters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White, appearances by Matt Stajan, Kyle Wellwood and a certain ex-team mate
Word Count: 2717
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Gravenhurst, Ontario (Lake Muskoka) and then back to Toronto, Ontario
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’. Avvy made by bhvana_grint
|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13 || Part 14 || Part 15 || Parts 16 & 17 || Part 18 || Part 19 || Part 20 || Part 21 || Part 22 || Part 23 || Part 24 || Part 25 || Part 26 || Part 27 ||
Andy’s POV
I had decided to make Ian breakfast in bed the next day to make up for sleeping in and not being able to do it on his actual birthday morning. I made his favourite western omelette with some peameal bacon and toast. I was actually pretty good at cooking breakfast, but that’s about where my culinary skills came to an end. Other than that I could make grilled cheese and well…cold sandwiches, but who couldn’t do that?
We spent the better part of the morning just lying in bed, enjoying breakfast and not having anywhere to go in a big hurry. The only set back to all this relaxing and eating and not hitting the gym was my stomach. We definitely needed to get back into the city soon. I liked fresh air as much as the next person, but I could only be cut off from the world for so long before going stir crazy.
Ian’s POV
Andrew and I were just relaxing out on the porch chairs of our bedroom balcony when there was a knock on the door followed by Kyle’s head poking around the side of the door frame, “God, you guys aren’t still having birthday sex are you? It’s 2 in the afternoon!”
“Surprised you guys are here so early in the afternoon; we figured we wouldn’t see you until they forced you out of your hotel bed.” Andy shot back, “And the fact that you can even walk…hope the stairs didn’t trouble you.”
No matter how old we got, all the guys I knew still acted like a bunch of 5 year olds…myself included of course. Kyle came into the room and pulled a chair up to sit with us, “I’m a little surprised myself. I guess that’s the difference between you and me Andy…youth and vitality. If I were an old man like you, I might not have been able to make it through the night without pulling something.”
“Try pulling your lip over your head and swallowing.” We both knew Kyle was joking, but he’d struck a nerve. Goalies didn’t like to hear they were getting old.
“Yeah but he’s got something you don’t Kyle. Goalies are all about the flexibility.” I winked at Kyle, then rubbed Andrew’s forearm trying to calm him down a little bit. He gave me a half smile but I knew him better than that, he was thinking about the comment still.
Kyle snorted back his laughter, “Pft, goes to show how much you know about me. How do you think I pull off those amazing goals o’ mine? It sure as hell isn’t by sitting on my ass.”
We all laughed at the comment, so that we didn’t hear Matt enter the room. He ruffled Kyle’s hair playfully, “Though with your luck, you probably could score off your ass anyways…sliding in the opposite direction of the net.”
“True story. One time in juniors…”
“Yeah whatever,” Matt interrupted, “so what time do you guys want to head back?”
We all shrugged, no one wanting to make any kind of decision. “So…is an hour good for everyone? Enough time to pack?”
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The trip home was uneventful but seemed to go by pretty quickly and we found ourselves dropping off Matt and Kyle in what seemed like no time at all. The car was definitely a lot quieter without their bickering in the back seat and it was a relaxing, short trip back to Andrew’s place.
We didn’t bother unpacking, opting to just spend the rest of the day how we had started it. In other words, sitting around not being very productive, just how we liked it. So we crashed on the couch and ordered a pizza, watching whatever movies happened to be on. He sat in the corner like he usually did and I lay on my side, head resting on his lap as he rubbed my back. I would have fallen asleep I was so relaxed, but if I fell asleep I wouldn’t feel his hands on me anymore, so I forced my eyes to stay open.
“Did you have a good time this weekend?”
“Of course I did. How could I not? I’m just glad my birthday was a little less eventful then yours.”
We both had a laugh and then Andrew’s cell phone rang, “Must be the delivery guy, probably lost again.” He fumbled around with his phone before managing to flip it open, “Hello?”
I could only hear a murmur coming from the phone but I felt Andrew tighten up underneath me before he spoke, “Um…yeah. Just a second…” He pushed me up off his lap, “Sorry I have to take this,” and walked off and into his bedroom. I couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy. Why hadn’t he taken the call here?
Andy’s POV
“Allo? Are you still there Andrew?” the familiar accented voice came across my cell phone and I felt a shiver go up my spine.
“Um yeah I’m here. How are you doing Patrice?”
“I’m good, really good. I’m going home to
“Oh. Nice.” I sounded like an idiot, but I didn’t know what to say to him. So I decided to ask the obvious question, “Why are you calling Patrice?”
“Well…” he sounded a little nervous now, “I was hoping when I stop in
“We are talking.”
“You know what I mean. Please? Would you?”
“I don’t know Patrice…” I glanced into the living room at the couch, debating with myself in my head, “Maybe for a little bit. But I can’t stay for long.”
“Okay great. I’ll call you when I get into the city. And Andrew?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really happy you’ll do this for me.” The line went dead and I closed my cell. Perfect. Just perfect. I walked back out into the living room and sat on the couch and I could see Ian wanted to say something but saved by the bell, the doorbell rang and I got up to get the pizza.
“So who was that?” he asked grabbing a slice as I set the box down on the table.
No point in lying, “Um…it was Patrice…Bergeron.” I added as I realized he probably didn’t know who I was talking about. “He’s coming into town tonight and he wanted me to go out for a drink for old time’s sake.”
“What’d you say?”
“Maybe. Depends on you doesn’t it?” There was an undertone of resentfulness that I’d hoped wouldn’t come out but it had, I never used to have to ask permission to go out with my friends and I was a little out of sorts.
He frowned at the remark, “Do what you want Andrew. You don’t have to babysit me…you know I have my own friends too. It’s not like we’re really doing anything tonight anyways.” I was always amazed how fast he got defensive, but that was his nature after all.
“So you won’t mind if I go out for a few hours?”
“No, why would I?”
“I don’t know. Okay, good. He won’t be in for an hour or two anyways so let’s finish our pizza and the movie.”
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A couple hours later my cell rang again which made us both jump in our television daze.
“Hello?”
“Hey, I’m just checking in. Do you want to meet me here?”
“No, let’s meet somewhere else.” There was no way I was going to meet him at his hotel. So I gave him the name of a pub I liked down on queen st. and told him I’d meet him there in twenty minutes.
“Do you want me to drop you off?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll take a cab.” I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead before going to get ready. I threw on a polo shirt and a pair of shorts, since I didn’t think he’d appreciate my showing up in my pyjama pants. I didn’t want to dress up too much or Ian might get a little suspicious. As if to answer my question, Ian was leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, watching me get dressed, “So how well do you know each other exactly?”
I looked at the floor as I tied up my shoes, “We’re pretty good friends.”
“Just friends?” I got up and grabbed my keys off the dresser, going over to Ian and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Just friends.”
His smile was uneasy still, so I pulled him in to leave him with a lingering kiss.
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I sat at the bar with my pint in hand, waiting nervously for him to get here. I didn’t know what I was expecting to happen, but I was beginning to think that maybe this was a bad idea. I drained my beer and was in the process of getting up when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see the smiling face of Patrice Bergeron, who immediately pulled me into a hug before I could react.
“It’s good to see you! Let’s get a table…maybe something in the back?”
“Uh…sure.” I said dumbly, following him to the back.
He ordered me another beer and one for himself as we sat down in a booth at the back of the bar, it was a dark corner, and somewhere we weren’t likely to be recognized. He was still smiling at me, “You look good Andrew, but what did you do to your arm?” He nodded his head towards my cast.
I grinned, running my good hand through my hair, “Got in a fight with a wall. I lost. Evidently.”
He laughed, “Letting your anger get the best of you as usual Andy. Tut tut, when are you going to learn to control yourself.”
I shrugged, “It’s hard to change.”
“I know what you mean. Not much has changed with me…I still miss you.” He reached his hand forward, and grabbed mine.
I was taken aback by his comment and gesture, even though I had figured he wanted something more out of this get together. I just remained quiet, not holding his gaze for too long.
“I think we made a mistake breaking off what we had when you got traded. You’re all I can think about. I need you.” He squeezed my hand purposefully, I still remained quiet though. He had always had bad timing with things off the ice.
“Please say something Andrew.”
“You aren’t really here to visit your parents are you?” I said slowly, the whole thing clicking into place.
“I just spent 2 weeks there.” I sighed and he began to reason, “So I twisted my story a little…I had to see you. I’ve been trying to call you for the past week to let you know I was coming, but your phone was off.”
“I was up at a friend’s cottage. No reception, so I turned it off.” I pulled my hand out from under his, “Look. Patrice, I’m sorry but things have changed.”
He got up and came over so that he was sitting on the same side as me, “Nothing’s changed. You can’t tell me that you’ve already replaced me, because I won’t believe you.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice now, “You can’t replace me.”
“I’m sorry. I hadn’t expected to meet anyone either. I spent the whole season alone and miserable, and then we got together. I actually don’t know why we hadn’t done it earlier on in the season.” I smiled to myself, thinking about all the times where I had been oblivious to Ian’s advances throughout the season.
Patrice looked troubled, but still disbelieving, “Who is this guy who has apparently taken you away from me?”
“Does it matter? Is hearing his name going to make you feel better?”
“No. I just…” he broke off, he was looking at the floor but I could see his eyes getting red and rimming with tears. I reached my arm out, rubbing his shoulder consolingly and that’s when he took the opportunity to grab me and pull me into a kiss. Lips crushing mine desperately, tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
I resisted for a bit but then I gave in momentarily, enjoying the sensation of being wanted so much by another. The breakdown only lasted a moment though and then I came to my senses, pushing him away from me.
“What are you doing?! I just told you I’m with someone now, someone I…I love. I couldn’t do this to him. I would never want him to feel that kind of pain.”
“The kind you’re putting me through?”
“That’s not fair. It was a mutual agreement that it was best to end things before they got too serious, what with me coming up here to
He put his hand on my leg, running it up my inner thigh, “I’d like to pin you…to the wall.” He brought his lips up to my ear, that adorable French accent of his tickling my senses, “Have your body close to mine as I fuck you senseless. I’ll make you forget you ever had a fling with this guy. You won’t even remember his name.”
My eyes closed as I could feel his warm breath on my neck, his lips hovering above my skin, his hand reaching my groin area, which was involuntarily getting harder. Biology couldn’t be denied and certain touches were going to make me react in certain ways whether I liked it or not. He gave my dick a light squeeze through my shorts and I let out an mmm of satisfaction. His lips beginning to caress my neck and…wait! What the fuck am I doing?
“Stop it Patrice.” I pushed him away, I would have gotten up and gone to sit across from him, except that he was blocking me in. “Look, I think I better go. You clearly only have one thing in mind.” I pushed him off the bench and got up, heading for the door. He was asking me to come back but I wasn’t listening, I knew this was a bad idea. Why didn’t I ever listen to myself?
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When I got home it was about 2 in the morning, I hadn’t realized that I had been out so late. As I opened the front door I was greeted by the flickering blue light of the television in the darkness of the living room, Ian was passed out on the couch. Clearly he had been trying to stay up and wait for me and failed miserably, I let a smile cross my face as I bent down to pick him up. He wasn’t light, but I knew he’d sleep better in my bed.
He woke up mid way through my lifting him, glancing at me through bleary eyes as he wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. My smile widened, it was nice to be needed in a different sense.
“How was it?” he spoke into my shoulder, as I walked slowly through the living room.
“It was okay. I kinda wish I had stayed in with you instead.”
I looked down to see him smiling meekly into my chest, “I’m so sorry to hear that it didn’t go well.”
I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, I’ll bet. You seem so disappointed.” I put him down on the bed, pulling back the covers and tucking him in before stripping down and getting into my own pyjamas. He pulled back the covers for me to get in and I did crawling over to him and throwing an arm across his chest. He kissed the top of my head, grabbing my hand lightly. I smiled, happy with my decision and glad I hadn’t messed things up by doing something stupid with Patrice, “I love you Ian.”
“I love you too Andrew.” And with that we drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Date: 2007-06-30 07:09 pm (UTC)total greatness:)
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Date: 2007-07-01 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-04 01:26 am (UTC)anyway, keep up the A-freaking-MAZING work!
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Date: 2007-08-12 11:06 am (UTC)Patrice was kind of sexy. Can you hook him up with another Leaf? :-D