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I CAUGHT FIRE
Title: I Caught Fire
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Ference's POV)
Word Count: 2,162
Rating: Hard R.
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neekbreek.
Seemed to stop my breath, my head on your chest
Waiting to cave in from the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again, could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been, maybe you and me?
So kiss me like you did. My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin...and I'm melting...
Things had been...so awkward between us, since that night on the couch. We'd cleaned everything up, and then barely spoken a word to one another since, and that was a day and a half ago. The worst thing about it was that we lived together, and we saw each other all the time. And he still wouldn't talk to me. I had tried. I'd struck up conversations, even about hockey. When his hometown Wild played my hometown Oilers, I'd try and strike up friendly debate. But he'd go quiet and leave the room. And not talking to who had become my best friend since I'd gotten to Boston, all over a kiss that didn't necessarily have to happen, it was ridiculous. I sat on the couch and stared at the TV, not really watching whatever was on, because I was too worried about not being...best friends...or whatever we were...with Albe anymore.
I couldn't believe what had happened. It wasn't like...I'd forced an unwilling Albe into a kiss. And it wasn't like I'd said 'kiss me or else I'll...' whatever. I hadn't made him do anything. So, why was he mad at me? I was about to get up and head into my bedroom, when I heard the front door close. Albe had been out with his girlfriend (at least that's what he'd said to me) and had told me, in one of the brief moments that he'd actually talk to me, at least, not to expect him back until late, but he was home. And it wasn't...that late. I looked at him as he made his way into the living room, an eyebrow raised, silently trying to ask him what had happened. And he read my communication, as he usually did, and shrugged a shoulder, heading into the kitchen.
I wasn't going to let him off that easily, though. I stood up and followed him to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, and watching him pour a small glass of straight vodka. And that, with Andrew Alberts, was how you know that the night had been bad. I could only assume, since he'd been out with Brooke, that there had been trouble on that front. So, I figured I'd offer to be his crying shoulder, or listening ear, or whatever he needed me to be. “What's up, Albe?” I asked, grabbing the bottle of vodka from him before he could put it away. I figure, listening to the man that I was falling for, gushing about a woman to me, I'd need a couple of drinks in me.
He turned and looked at me for a second—the longest look he'd given me since the kiss, might I add—and it looked like he was thinking of telling me. Which was...a step in the right direction. I expected him to walk away again, though. Which was why I was floored when he spoke. “Brooke wants me to get an apartment with her...” he said simply. And, I'd gone from being floored, to absolutely leveled. And worried. Yeah, I was pretty worried too. Because, I didn't think I could live with another roommate. I didn't want to try. I liked the late night drinking binges that Albe and I had. I was about to force out a congratulations, when he kept talking. “I turned her down, though...”
My eyes widened, and I had to admit, I was speechless, though equally as relieved. I looked at the glass in my hands and tried to pull any sympathetic, understanding, or anything but utterly overjoyed, words from my brain. I looked up at his face, to see that he was looking at me expectantly. “Why?” was all I could think of to say, that wouldn't come out as more of an incomprehensible gleeful noise. “I mean...I thought things were...going so well with you guys. I hope it has nothing to do with...what happened...” I lied. Actually, I hoped that it had everything to do with that. But not in a bad way.
“It...well, it does and it doesn't...” he said, biting his lip as though he wished he hadn't said anything, and looking at the floor. “I...just kinda need to have a mindless video game and drinking night. Do you mind?” he asked me with a grin.
I didn't like that he was pretending that we hadn't spent the better part of the past three days not speaking. And that he was pretending that we hadn't just shared an earth shattering kiss the day before that. But, if he needed a mindless night of video games and alcohol? I wasn't going to turn him down. So, I grabbed the bottle of vodka and turned toward the kitchen. “Though I don't think a veritable ass whooping in Tekken five will make you feel much better? I'll humor you...” I said, picking up the phone on the way there, to order us some Chinese food or something. “The usual for Chinese?”
Albe smirked and nodded his head as he plopped down on the couch. “Yeah. And hey, you're not gonna whoop my ass. Who's gotten so good with Jin Kazama that he can totally kill your Raven blindfolded?” he showed me that boyish grin that basically melted my heart. And it was true. He'd been getting better at Tekken of late. He was actually at the point where he could beat me, with one character. I took a seat on the couch after I'd placed our order for a large pork lo-mein and sesame chicken, with a large side of crab rangoons, since they were Albe's favorite. And, I made my way over to the couch, to sit next to him and let the bloodbath begin.
The whole time we played the game, I mused inwardly about how he seemingly tried to move along with the character, from side to side, standing when his health bar got too low. I laughed, and let him get a 'practice round' in while I went to pay the Chinese food delivery boy. I set the bag down on the table, and watched as Albe downed another glass of straight vodka. God, at this rate, the guy was going to be off his ass in about ten minutes. And, hell, I wasn't going to let him go there alone. I grabbed the bottle from the table and poured another glass for myself. “Here. Eat something...lord knows you want something else in your stomach when you puke that shit up later...”
He looked at me, and...Jesus Christ, that look. I swear to God, my jeans picthed a tent. It was foreboding, but still with an air of playfulness to it that made me just want to...God, I didn't even know. “I think I know my limitations, Fare...” he said, downing the second...or was it third?...quickly and reaching for a refill. I downed my second glass quickly and refilled it, knowing that I'd be more at ease (or oblivious, whatever the case was) with more liquor in my system. “God, why can't I fucking kill anything?” he asked, already becoming a bit wobbly on his feet, as the liquor started to take it's toll on his empty stomach.
“Because you're already a little tipsy?” I sighed a little and chewed on my lip. God, Albe was going to be absolutely wrecked before long. I downed my next glass and noticed that my movements were becoming a little less...flowed. A little more jerky and a little...less coordinated. And I glanced at Albe, who was still staring at me, but his eyes had softened now. I wasn't sure if the alcohol was blinding me, but I swear, that look was just...Jesus Christ, any calming effect the liquor would have had? Had diminished now. Because I was anything but calm.
“True...” Albe smirked, reaching into the Chinese food bag and pulling out a crab rangoon, eating it like he hadn't eaten anything all day. “Hey, Fare? Are you at all curious as to why...Brooke and I decided not to live together?” he asked me in slurs, turning his head to look at me. I did want to know. And the alcohol in my system was hindering my brain from saying 'no,' like I knew that I should, so I nodded my head. “I...you know, Andy...” he paused, and I noted in that second that he called me Andy, something he only did when we were about to have one of those moments that made me wonder if my 'like' for him, really stopped at 'like,' “I...was just as responsible for that kiss the other night...as you were...” he said quietly.
“Yeah...” I mirrored his tone. God, I wanted to know what was going on in his brain. Sometimes he was such a mystery, but at other times, he was easy to read. Unfortunately, neither of those would do me much good at that moment, since I had drank too much, too fast, and my motor skills and brain function were starting to pay for it.
He turned a little red, and I decided, at first, that it could be blamed on the alcohol. Until he spoke. “That was...what caused the...whole thing with Brooke and I. I...told her about what happened...” he frowned and looked at the floor. “And there's no...us anymore. She...”
“I'm sorry...” I told him. I was. I hadn't wanted...for that to happen. Not like that, at least. But he was looking at me like...I didn't need to be. “I don't understand, though. Why'd you let it happen?”
He shrugged. “I don't know...”
I realized, though, when he said that, that there was a lot more meaning behind it than he was giving off. And I could almost read it in those brown eyes of his, what he meant. He really didn't know. What he wanted, who he was...any of it. “If there's anything I can do to help, tell me. I want to...help you with this,” I told him. I did; that wasn't a lie. So what if I wanted the outcome to be a certain way. I still wanted to help him get peace of mind. He was my friend. He deserved that.
He smiled at me. “You know...that big heart of yours? Is a lot of the reason I'm so confused...” he whispered, biting his lower lip softly.
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You'll always help someone out. No matter the personal cost...”
I froze. He couldn't know, could he? I mean, sure, the kiss was all but a red flag. But, still. I hadn't done much more than that, right? And the kiss could have been excused as nothing but a heat of the moment thing. Right? God, if I had been caught...I cleared my throat and looked at him. “What...do you mean?” I asked, hoping that he wouldn't tell me that my cover was blown.
And, actually, he didn't even do that. “You know what I want, Fare?”
I shook my head, and before I got a chance to say anything else, Albe had grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled me so that I was inches from his face. “I want you to make this breakup with Brooke...not a mistake. I want you to...make it worthwhile...” he whispered.
My eyes were wide, and...Jesus, that look on his face was just...indescribable. My jeans were practically cutting off my circulation, and his breath on my face? Was making it even worse. I wanted to speak, but anything I would say would come out in garbled nonsenses, and he'd laugh at me. So, I let him do the talking—especially considering that voice could bring a man off all on it's own. “You know...you came into my life, and I swear to God, I started to doubt everything. I wondered if things that I'd known...all my life...were true anymore...” he spoke between breaths.
I very hesitantly pressed my lips to his, as though he would disappear at any second, because God knows he could. But he didn't. His grip on my shirt loosened, and his fingers ran down my chest, leaving a small trail of tingling in their wake. Was...this really going to happen? I'd thought of it a lot, I wasn't going to lie. But I'd never gone so far as to think that it might happen. Mostly because I'd been under the impression that he was straight as an arrow. But, as his fingers touched the skin beneath my shirt, making my body feel as though it had been set on fire, I realized that it was actually real. I broke the kiss for a second and looked into his eyes. “You know what I want, Albe?”
“What?”
“You. I want you.”
Never caught my breath, every second I'm without you I'm a mess
Ever know each other, trust these words are stones
why cuts aren't healing. Learning how to love...and I'm melting
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Andrew Alberts/Andrew Ference (Ference's POV)
Word Count: 2,162
Rating: Hard R.
Author's Note: HEY, LOOK! MORE FIC FOR ERIN! ILY
neekbreek.Waiting to cave in from the bottom of my...
Hear your voice again, could we dim the sun
And wonder where we've been, maybe you and me?
So kiss me like you did. My heart stopped beating
Such a softer sin...and I'm melting...
Things had been...so awkward between us, since that night on the couch. We'd cleaned everything up, and then barely spoken a word to one another since, and that was a day and a half ago. The worst thing about it was that we lived together, and we saw each other all the time. And he still wouldn't talk to me. I had tried. I'd struck up conversations, even about hockey. When his hometown Wild played my hometown Oilers, I'd try and strike up friendly debate. But he'd go quiet and leave the room. And not talking to who had become my best friend since I'd gotten to Boston, all over a kiss that didn't necessarily have to happen, it was ridiculous. I sat on the couch and stared at the TV, not really watching whatever was on, because I was too worried about not being...best friends...or whatever we were...with Albe anymore.
I couldn't believe what had happened. It wasn't like...I'd forced an unwilling Albe into a kiss. And it wasn't like I'd said 'kiss me or else I'll...' whatever. I hadn't made him do anything. So, why was he mad at me? I was about to get up and head into my bedroom, when I heard the front door close. Albe had been out with his girlfriend (at least that's what he'd said to me) and had told me, in one of the brief moments that he'd actually talk to me, at least, not to expect him back until late, but he was home. And it wasn't...that late. I looked at him as he made his way into the living room, an eyebrow raised, silently trying to ask him what had happened. And he read my communication, as he usually did, and shrugged a shoulder, heading into the kitchen.
I wasn't going to let him off that easily, though. I stood up and followed him to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, and watching him pour a small glass of straight vodka. And that, with Andrew Alberts, was how you know that the night had been bad. I could only assume, since he'd been out with Brooke, that there had been trouble on that front. So, I figured I'd offer to be his crying shoulder, or listening ear, or whatever he needed me to be. “What's up, Albe?” I asked, grabbing the bottle of vodka from him before he could put it away. I figure, listening to the man that I was falling for, gushing about a woman to me, I'd need a couple of drinks in me.
He turned and looked at me for a second—the longest look he'd given me since the kiss, might I add—and it looked like he was thinking of telling me. Which was...a step in the right direction. I expected him to walk away again, though. Which was why I was floored when he spoke. “Brooke wants me to get an apartment with her...” he said simply. And, I'd gone from being floored, to absolutely leveled. And worried. Yeah, I was pretty worried too. Because, I didn't think I could live with another roommate. I didn't want to try. I liked the late night drinking binges that Albe and I had. I was about to force out a congratulations, when he kept talking. “I turned her down, though...”
My eyes widened, and I had to admit, I was speechless, though equally as relieved. I looked at the glass in my hands and tried to pull any sympathetic, understanding, or anything but utterly overjoyed, words from my brain. I looked up at his face, to see that he was looking at me expectantly. “Why?” was all I could think of to say, that wouldn't come out as more of an incomprehensible gleeful noise. “I mean...I thought things were...going so well with you guys. I hope it has nothing to do with...what happened...” I lied. Actually, I hoped that it had everything to do with that. But not in a bad way.
“It...well, it does and it doesn't...” he said, biting his lip as though he wished he hadn't said anything, and looking at the floor. “I...just kinda need to have a mindless video game and drinking night. Do you mind?” he asked me with a grin.
I didn't like that he was pretending that we hadn't spent the better part of the past three days not speaking. And that he was pretending that we hadn't just shared an earth shattering kiss the day before that. But, if he needed a mindless night of video games and alcohol? I wasn't going to turn him down. So, I grabbed the bottle of vodka and turned toward the kitchen. “Though I don't think a veritable ass whooping in Tekken five will make you feel much better? I'll humor you...” I said, picking up the phone on the way there, to order us some Chinese food or something. “The usual for Chinese?”
Albe smirked and nodded his head as he plopped down on the couch. “Yeah. And hey, you're not gonna whoop my ass. Who's gotten so good with Jin Kazama that he can totally kill your Raven blindfolded?” he showed me that boyish grin that basically melted my heart. And it was true. He'd been getting better at Tekken of late. He was actually at the point where he could beat me, with one character. I took a seat on the couch after I'd placed our order for a large pork lo-mein and sesame chicken, with a large side of crab rangoons, since they were Albe's favorite. And, I made my way over to the couch, to sit next to him and let the bloodbath begin.
The whole time we played the game, I mused inwardly about how he seemingly tried to move along with the character, from side to side, standing when his health bar got too low. I laughed, and let him get a 'practice round' in while I went to pay the Chinese food delivery boy. I set the bag down on the table, and watched as Albe downed another glass of straight vodka. God, at this rate, the guy was going to be off his ass in about ten minutes. And, hell, I wasn't going to let him go there alone. I grabbed the bottle from the table and poured another glass for myself. “Here. Eat something...lord knows you want something else in your stomach when you puke that shit up later...”
He looked at me, and...Jesus Christ, that look. I swear to God, my jeans picthed a tent. It was foreboding, but still with an air of playfulness to it that made me just want to...God, I didn't even know. “I think I know my limitations, Fare...” he said, downing the second...or was it third?...quickly and reaching for a refill. I downed my second glass quickly and refilled it, knowing that I'd be more at ease (or oblivious, whatever the case was) with more liquor in my system. “God, why can't I fucking kill anything?” he asked, already becoming a bit wobbly on his feet, as the liquor started to take it's toll on his empty stomach.
“Because you're already a little tipsy?” I sighed a little and chewed on my lip. God, Albe was going to be absolutely wrecked before long. I downed my next glass and noticed that my movements were becoming a little less...flowed. A little more jerky and a little...less coordinated. And I glanced at Albe, who was still staring at me, but his eyes had softened now. I wasn't sure if the alcohol was blinding me, but I swear, that look was just...Jesus Christ, any calming effect the liquor would have had? Had diminished now. Because I was anything but calm.
“True...” Albe smirked, reaching into the Chinese food bag and pulling out a crab rangoon, eating it like he hadn't eaten anything all day. “Hey, Fare? Are you at all curious as to why...Brooke and I decided not to live together?” he asked me in slurs, turning his head to look at me. I did want to know. And the alcohol in my system was hindering my brain from saying 'no,' like I knew that I should, so I nodded my head. “I...you know, Andy...” he paused, and I noted in that second that he called me Andy, something he only did when we were about to have one of those moments that made me wonder if my 'like' for him, really stopped at 'like,' “I...was just as responsible for that kiss the other night...as you were...” he said quietly.
“Yeah...” I mirrored his tone. God, I wanted to know what was going on in his brain. Sometimes he was such a mystery, but at other times, he was easy to read. Unfortunately, neither of those would do me much good at that moment, since I had drank too much, too fast, and my motor skills and brain function were starting to pay for it.
He turned a little red, and I decided, at first, that it could be blamed on the alcohol. Until he spoke. “That was...what caused the...whole thing with Brooke and I. I...told her about what happened...” he frowned and looked at the floor. “And there's no...us anymore. She...”
“I'm sorry...” I told him. I was. I hadn't wanted...for that to happen. Not like that, at least. But he was looking at me like...I didn't need to be. “I don't understand, though. Why'd you let it happen?”
He shrugged. “I don't know...”
I realized, though, when he said that, that there was a lot more meaning behind it than he was giving off. And I could almost read it in those brown eyes of his, what he meant. He really didn't know. What he wanted, who he was...any of it. “If there's anything I can do to help, tell me. I want to...help you with this,” I told him. I did; that wasn't a lie. So what if I wanted the outcome to be a certain way. I still wanted to help him get peace of mind. He was my friend. He deserved that.
He smiled at me. “You know...that big heart of yours? Is a lot of the reason I'm so confused...” he whispered, biting his lower lip softly.
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You'll always help someone out. No matter the personal cost...”
I froze. He couldn't know, could he? I mean, sure, the kiss was all but a red flag. But, still. I hadn't done much more than that, right? And the kiss could have been excused as nothing but a heat of the moment thing. Right? God, if I had been caught...I cleared my throat and looked at him. “What...do you mean?” I asked, hoping that he wouldn't tell me that my cover was blown.
And, actually, he didn't even do that. “You know what I want, Fare?”
I shook my head, and before I got a chance to say anything else, Albe had grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled me so that I was inches from his face. “I want you to make this breakup with Brooke...not a mistake. I want you to...make it worthwhile...” he whispered.
My eyes were wide, and...Jesus, that look on his face was just...indescribable. My jeans were practically cutting off my circulation, and his breath on my face? Was making it even worse. I wanted to speak, but anything I would say would come out in garbled nonsenses, and he'd laugh at me. So, I let him do the talking—especially considering that voice could bring a man off all on it's own. “You know...you came into my life, and I swear to God, I started to doubt everything. I wondered if things that I'd known...all my life...were true anymore...” he spoke between breaths.
I very hesitantly pressed my lips to his, as though he would disappear at any second, because God knows he could. But he didn't. His grip on my shirt loosened, and his fingers ran down my chest, leaving a small trail of tingling in their wake. Was...this really going to happen? I'd thought of it a lot, I wasn't going to lie. But I'd never gone so far as to think that it might happen. Mostly because I'd been under the impression that he was straight as an arrow. But, as his fingers touched the skin beneath my shirt, making my body feel as though it had been set on fire, I realized that it was actually real. I broke the kiss for a second and looked into his eyes. “You know what I want, Albe?”
“What?”
“You. I want you.”
Ever know each other, trust these words are stones
why cuts aren't healing. Learning how to love...and I'm melting
lyrics by the Used
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Thanks, love.
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And apparently I need to hear Andrew Alberts' voice.
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This (http://multimediasearch.boston.com/results.jsp?q=%22andrew+alberts%22&start=0&num=10&col=en-all-pod_boston-ep&filter=1&il=en) is a link to an Alby video. I don't know if it'll work, but...it's worth a shot to hear his voice. Guh.
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Excuse while I go run into walls
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So glad you liked it!
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Very nice! And nice to hear there is more coming! Eeeeee! Can't wait.
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Oh yes. Usually, once I pick a pairing, I stick with them all season. ;)
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Like, dude. I don't even have words for this. I'm serious. Like, omg. I am like a puddle of goo right now.
ILY Lizi!!! <333
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ILY TOO! THANK YOU! <333
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i loved that.
I lied. Actually, I hoped that it had everything to do with that. But not in a bad way. ahahaha
<3
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Hawt. Can has more pls? <3
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XD I'm working on it!