PERFECT SITUATION (01/??)

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Title: Perfect Situation (01/??)
Authors: geekintehpink and champagnexkiss.
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Milan Lucic (written by champagnexkiss) / David Krejci (written by geekintehpink)
Word Count: 2,946
Rating: PG13.
Author's Note: Caitie and I had planned this for awhile. Here's hoping it's enjoyed!

What's the deal with my brain?
Why am I so obviously insane?
In a perfect situation
I let love down the drain.
There's the pitch, slow and straight.
All I have to do is swing
and I'm a hero, but I'm a zero.

Not a word had been spoken between the two of them in the locker room. At all, really. Except for a 'hand me that, would you?' when Milan had looked at David and asked him for a towel that was on the other side of him. That was sort of unusual, especially since the locker room was normally buzzing after a game. But David supposed that the result of the game being as it was, there was going to be a slight change in demeanor in the Boston Bruins' locker room. Finally deciding to break the silence as they dropped their bags onto the floor of the hotel room, David took a glance at his line mate, who had his broad shoulders squared, prepared to go into defensive mode at any second, if the wrong thing was said. “You did pretty good out there, Looch...”

Milan shrugged at David, knowing all too well that he didn't do shit during the game. “Thanks, Krej,” he mumbled in reply. During their West Coast trip, the two of them would be talking up a storm, even after that opening game loss in Dallas. It was strange to have such a awkward silence between them during the bus back to the hotel. They should be joking about something on the TV, or calling up room service to send them drinks and enough burgers to feed the whole team. But Milan stood at the door and looked into the room. “Fun game, eh?” he said, somewhat sarcastically before fumbling through his bag to find a toothbrush.

David bit his lip and shrugged a shoulder. His English may not have been the best, but his definition of fun definitely had nothing to do with that game. Whatsoever. Though maybe that was some of that sarcasm that Americans and Canadians so frequently used. The concept had always been lost on David, and this time was no exception. “Fun? No...more like um...what's the word...” he paused, searching through the words he'd learned to describe the result of a game, and coming up empty. “Well, I don't know what it was. But it was not fun...” he said, glancing up at his roommate, to see the slightly amused look on his face.

Milan chucked lightly and shook his head. Even though he knew that David had played in Providence for a year or so, he still forgot that English wasn't his first language. Sarcasm was Milan's middle name and he used it every chance he had. “Well, maybe 'fun' isn't the best way to describe it then,” he said, smirking and heading into the bathroom. 'Shitty' might have been better but he didn't want to be the emo guy tonight. “Too bad we're leaving in the morning. I'd suggest going out somewhere but let's see if we can find something on the TV. Best if it was in English.”

Blushing a little at the chuckle that escaped Milan's lips, David cleared his throat and finally found his toothbrush at the very bottom of his bag. “Well, we probably don't want to be out and about in Montreal anyway...” he said softly. His voice was a lot quieter than Milan's, he had noticed. That was the nature of David Krejci, though. He noticed things. He leaned against the wall beside the door and let Milan do his thing, leaning his head against the wall. He'd known, going in, about the rivalry between the Bruins and the Canadiens. He just didn't realize how...strong it actually was. Some of the insults thrown between players on the ice were just...malicious. He'd been called 'queer' in a joking manner before. But never by someone with that serious of a look on their face. He bit his lip and looked at his feet.

Thinking for a moment, Milan nodded his head. “Probably right. It wouldn't be good getting in a brawl right before we leave.” It's not like Milan was there to fight, it just..seemed to happen. Especially when it meant standing up for a linemate, which had occurred quite a bit over the past couple of games with David and Phil on a line with him. As he brushed his teeth, he looked at the mirror, his his eyes going to the fading red mark next to his left eye. It's what he got for fighting that Stars player who had decided to let a few choice words slip out of his mouth before the puck dropped. And since he was now on the team, he felt like he could actually get close to his teammates without having to worry if was going to be shipped back to Vancouver the next morning.

Raising his eyes as the bathroom door opened, David smiled at Milan. Sure, he'd had teammates stand up for him before. He wasn't a scrapper, anyway. His style was more to draw the penalties than to be the one taking them. But, something about the way Milan stood up for him was...really different. It was almost like he didn't do it because it was his job. Almost...like he wanted to. “Probably best we don't get into bar brawls at all...god knows the Boston media would have a field day with it...” he joked and smirked as he walked into the bathroom. Sure, Milan was two years his junior. “But...we could always order room service...” he smirked. Both of them were legal in Montreal. Why not take advantage of it?

Milan laughed and leaned against the wall, facing the bathroom. “At least it would be a way to get on the ten o'clock news. Maybe it'd be the top story.” Other than the Red Sox and their World Series thing going on. He smiled at his roommate and walked over to the bedside table, finding the room service menu and flipped through it. He had just brushed his teeth but the burger on the page seemed to almost look real. “Yeah, best part of playing Canadian teams? I can drink here,” he chuckled, deciding to get a couple beers along with his burger. He sighed a bit, relieved that they had gotten over the few minutes of silence and turned on the TV, groaning as the local sports station was replaying their massacre. “Maybe we could order a movie or something. There's nothing on,” he shrugged.

David decided that he wasn't going to brush his teeth right away, instead, he was going to order a small pizza from the room service menu, along with a huge bottle of vodka for both of them. “I'm treating, man. You deserve it...” he said, his eyes falling upon the red mark on his cheekbone. He walked away from the bathroom and over to the phone, sitting next to it and looking at the menu. “What do you want?” he looked at his friend and waited for an answer. God, he felt so bad. That whole 'weight of the world on my shoulders' thing was sad. Milan didn't deserve it. Especially now that he knew that he was sticking around.

Milan was about to shake his head at David's generosity but decided better of it, nodding a 'thanks.' “A burger and fries,” he replied without a second thought. He never turned down an offer for food. He grinned as David called in their order as he heard him ordering a bottle of vodka along with their food. “Going right for the hard stuff, huh?” he asked with a sly grin and raising his eyebrows. “So, if you're treating me for beating some shithead up, maybe I should fight more often. Is there points for drawing blood or getting a game misconduct?” But it would be worth it to give the guy what he deserved. He looked at David and smiled cheerfully as the smiles grew on their faces. It was nice to already have a friend on the team.

David's smile grew, and he shrugged his shoulders. “Figured we deserved it...” he said, ordering himself a couple of mini pizza's. He smiled wide when Milan mentioned the fight, and hung the phone up. “It's not so much what you did, but the manner you did it in...” he turned a bit red. “I don't know. You know...” he looked down at the floor. “Some enforcers will treat fighting to stand up for a teammate like it's something they have to do. Some people liked to make me feel like I owed them for it...but...you didn't. You did it and, um...I guess it was just that...you asked me if I was okay afterward...”

Milan nodded. “You don't owe me anything, really. I mean, food is a great thing,” he laughed, “but just..know that. The only thing someone owes me is that guy who gave me this.” He pointed to his mark, shrugging his broad shoulders. “That fucker deserved it anyways. I really don't care what he said to me. I'm a big boy. I can take it. But when it comes to any of my teammates..I couldn't just shrug it off. It's what I get for having a short fuse.” He smiled kindly at David. “But..are you okay now?” It had never happened to him personally but he couldn't imagine how much it could hurt.

David was partially wondering how he was going to answer that. His sexuality wasn't something that he opened up to people about. Part of the reason he was so blindsided by the comment was because he was wondering how the guy could have known. He'd never told anyone. At all. Never been with a guy aside from a couple times in high school—and maybe once in the minors when he wasn't sober enough to remember it. “I'm fine, yeah. And...it does mean a lot to me...more than you could ever imagine...” he said in a voice just above a whisper. “I like your short fuse...wouldn't change it if I could...” he half-smiled.

Milan watched as David's mood shifted from a pretty good one to somewhat reserved and quiet, his look focused to the floor as pieces of his wet-from-the-shower hair hung in front of his face. He felt something was..hiding behind David's half-smile. “Well, I won't change my short fuse if you don't change..uh..you,” he smiled, turning away to hide the sudden wave of warmth that took over his face. It was strange for Milan Lucic to blush, or his cheeks to get red at least. Unless they had been punched or it was cold out. Hell, no girl had made him blush like this. And now it was being caused by a guy? Well, that was a first. And if what he did had made David happy, he'd do it as much as he could

“Deal,” David said simply, making himself comfortable on the bed and waiting for room service to knock on the door. He flicked the TV on and started flipping through channels, ignoring anything that even looked a bit like hockey. He didn't want to see any highlights, or lowlights, as it were, on the game, unless they happened to be of Milan's fight. Because watching him fight? Really got David going. Something about the grit and toughness of his line mate, roommate and friend...God, it could just...make David's mind spin, make him want to...he didn't even know. He was almost sure, though, that Milan liked girls. Plus, even if he didn't, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he'd like David. He heard a knock at the door and tossed the remote at his friend. “Pick something while I get that...”

Milan looked over again at David before he settled down on his own bed, just to make sure he was truly alright. Hotel beds were never made right for hockey players as the both of them took up nearly the whole thing. He was glad that he had fought and he grinned as he saw a 2-second clip of it. The injury he got was definitely worth it. As David got up to answer the door, Milan noticed his eyes following his friend and they landed on an area that he couldn't deny was pleasing to him. He took his tray with his burger and doused it in ketchup, biting into it hungrily. “Oh, I found 'Oceans 11.' I haven't seen it for a while,” It was a safe movie. No awkward moments that could..make him do something stupid.

“Okay, I'm up for that...” David said with a grin as he paid and tipped the hotel employee, smirking as he brought David's tray over to him. “Here's hoping that the food doesn't suck like the hotel in Dallas?” he chuckled lightly. He thought back to the hotel food in Dallas, the supposedly five star hotel, where the bread tasted like cardboard and the soda had been flat. And that he and Milan had laughed for hours about how the girl who delivered it looked like an ugly pug puppy with a pie plate face. It was moments like that, that made David think that it wasn't such an insane concept that he actually had feelings for Milan. However much sense it may have made, though, that didn't mean that it was a good idea. Or that he was ever going to say anything about it.

“Oh God..” Milan laughed aloud and shook his head. “Nope, definitely not though. This burger is great.” His mind flashed back to that night when they had both gotten back to their room and drank until 2am (courtesy of David buying the drinks). As they finally crashed, he had watched him fall asleep with his back towards him, his muscles rippling as he shifted around. The next morning, he blamed it on the massive amounts of alcohol he consumed. Of course, it didn't get better on the plane back to Boston when he woke up to his head on David's shoulder. Completely embarrassed, he mumbled an apology. Coming back to reality, he looked over at the bottle of vodka and grinned. “You better be sharing that, Krej. Or no more ass-kicking."

David laughed and grabbed two small glasses from the top of the mini-bar. “Don't worry, I was planning on it...” he said with a smirk. David remembered the incident on the plane. How could he forget? He'd been awake for about an hour, but kept his eyes closed, just so that they could stay like that. He could have sworn that PJ had glanced back, but he didn't say anything, so David didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He poured a glass for each of them and handed Milan his. He took a seat, set the bottle between the two of them and held his glass up for a toast. “Here's to no more six-one losses?” he asked with a shrug, seeing an odd look in Milan's eye.

Milan took a glass and clicked his glass against David's, feeling this throat burn as the vodka slid down. “Sounds good to me,” he nodded and looked down at David's bed. “I think I might have to ask you to share some space with me. I can't reach the bottle from my bed,” he smirked, raising his eyebrows. Holy Christ, what was he doing? Well, it wasn't as if they were going to...yeah, that. He blinked hard and poured himself another glass, throwing it back fast. If he seemed casual about it, maybe it wouldn't seem so awkward when in reality, he felt like the drinks would come back up.

Had he not still been standing? David would have thought he'd dropped dead and was in heaven. He bit his lip casually and ran a hand through his hair. “It's a big bed...make yourself comfortable...” he said as he slid over a little. He took a deep breath and tried to pay attention to the TV, but the presence of a six-foot-four-inch-broad-shouldered-drop-dead-gorgeous man beside him was making that exceedingly difficult. He looked at Milan and smirked. “You inhaled that thing, man...” he said quietly, noticing that the plate was empty, and he'd barely touched his pizza yet. But when he finally did, he realized that, no, the food wasn't bad. Actually, it was pretty damned good...and, no sooner had he accused Milan of inhaling his food, than he'd done the same thing. “Never mind. Scrap that...”

Milan, with his heart ready to beat its way out of his chest, took a spot next to David. “Good thing, huh? I swear, they need to roll in the jumbo size ones for us,” he joked, scarfing down his burger before he said something else incredibly stupid. He was surprised that his roommate hadn't suffocated him in his sleep since he was known for being loud and sometimes obnoxious around the locker room which spread to their room most of the time. But tonight was..different. If he..wanted what he couldn't admit he did, then it wasn't the time to be stupid. “Seriously, this food is amazing,” he gestured toward his fries. “It actually tastes like a burger, strange as it seems.” He finally settled down onto the bed and laughed as David quickly ate his pizza. “See? Of course, now that I'm done with my food, you still have enough to feed a team,” he joked and almost reached for the bottle next to him, before deciding that David probably wouldn't want to deal with the drunk version of Milan...

Hungry nights, once again
Now it's getting unbelievable.
'Cause I could not have it better,
But I just can't get no play
From the girls, all around
As they search the night for someone to hold onto.
And I just pass through...

lyrics by Weezer

Continued here.

Comments

[themagnetsmile.livejournal.com]

Ahh I love this

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

Me too! *flails*

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you!

[rihani.livejournal.com]

So I have like, personal hatred toward Milan, but I can't help myself reading these damned fics about him! And liking them! ARGH! *giggles*

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

Aw, well, that makes the comment mean all that much more! ;)

[rihani.livejournal.com]

I mostly started to read it 'cause it's yours and... argh. You people are not going to make me like Milan, you're not, you're not, you're not!! *laughs*

[holdeverysong.livejournal.com]

*shifty eyes* Or are we? *evil smirk*

[rihani.livejournal.com]

Well, he sorta tried to kill one of my boys a couple years ago *points at Peter* so probably not going to like him, but maybe I'll stop hating him QUITE so much. *sighs* Maybe.