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2minsforslashingTitle: Raindrops
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Pairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres)
Rating: NC-17, language.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and this isn't real. Too bad. *sigh*
Patter, patter, plop.
If noises represented things happening currently in Derek’s life, the ‘plopping’ sounds heard from outside his hotel window would’ve been the Sabres current losing streak.
First it had been at home, with Columbus being the first Western Conference team Buffalo had to face in the new season. As if it weren’t bad enough that Michael Peca, a former Sabres captain, had scored, they had also gained a shutout against the home team. Then it was off to Montreal the next evening – that didn’t turn out any better. Lucky bounces and bad penalties led to the Sabres downfall during that game, too. The evening just before this one had been Carolina, but…that was one game the Sabres sure didn’t want to remember.
Derek sighed, and took a sip of his coffee as the rain began to hit the windowpane harder now. Wasn’t Florida supposed to be sunny almost all year round? Why did it have to rain now when they were coming into town to play the Panthers?
Perhaps it signified another game that would be lost to the opposition.
He was so encompassed in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard Thomas come into the room, and place some food onto the nearby table that was against the heater. “Hey sunshine, I’m back.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around Derek’s waist, and he felt lips touch his cheek as a smile spread across his face suddenly.
“Hey Thomas.”
I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feeling like a child now
Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place.
If there was one person that could get Derek to smile when he was lost in his thoughts, it was Thomas. That man could make anyone smile; it was near to impossible to not at least smirk when greeted by the young winger.
“How’s my favorite center doing? It looked like you were lost in thought there…but wait, maybe it’s not a good thing that you were.” Thomas chuckled, and rested his head against Derek’s ever so slightly. He stared at his lover’s reflection in the window in front of him – or at least tried to, as the rain began to fall down harder.
“I’m doing fine.” Derek crinkled his nose. He always did that when Thomas was around, which made no particular sense whatsoever. He also always got butterflies in his stomach whenever the younger man was around, but that was strictly because of the love they had for one another. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about what’s going on with the team…we’re not…we’re just not with it lately.”
Thomas’ grip on Derek’s waist loosened, and he went over to the nearby wall to lean against it. “I know what you mean. I was talking with Drew and Max about it a bit earlier during practice.” He opened a Styrofoam box of food with one hand and watched as some steam rose up from the contents inside. Chicken and pasta – a hockey player’s delicacy. “I’m especially upset with myself though.” Thomas shook his head, and decided to take a seat in front of the opened box. “I’m supposed to be stepping up, Der. I’m supposed to be giving my all for the team, and giving my best effort, but you know what? All that I’ve been doing is getting stupid penalties, and making uncoordinated plays in the offensive zone. I mean, don’t even get me started with my results in the defensive zone.” He took a fork, and stabbed a piece of chicken with it. “I’m sure critics are thriving now with the line ‘Thomas Vanek can’t backcheck for his life.’”
Derek placed another hand on his coffee cup, and he turned to look at Thomas. He sighed, and shook his head. “How many times have I told you? Fu-“
“Fuck the critics, I know.” Thomas finished the line for him, as he continued to stare down at his food. “I try, I do. For some reason, it’s not working for me this season so far. Did you see the breakaway I had last night? On nights when I’m confident enough in myself, I would’ve taken a shot but last night…I don’t know what happened. Maybe I was over thinking the play? I didn’t want to be selfish, and score a goal for myself? Maybe I was just being half-assed about the entire thing.” Another forkful of pasta was shoved into his mouth with that last statement.
“You weren’t being ‘half-assed’ about it, Thomas.” Derek was now sitting across the table from the winger, and set down his coffee cup. “All of us aren’t playing up to par – it isn’t just you. We all need to work on our effort and come back together as a team. All of us know we aren’t going to be the same team we were last year; we should just throw that idea right out the window.” With a flick of his finger, he opened up his Styrofoam box to vent out the steam from his dinner. “But it doesn’t mean that we’re going to crash and burn. Yes, Danny and Dru were amazing players, but they didn’t make up 23 players on a roster.” Derek stabbed at his chicken, and mixed some in with his spaghetti sauce. “We’re going to be able to do it. We just need to…regroup, is all.”
“I know Derek, but…the fans are counting on all of us. They’re counting on me to be amazing. I told others I could handle this, and that I like pressure, but…I just don’t know anymore.” Thomas sighed sadly, and closed up his dinner. His stomach growled in protest for more food, but he ignored it.
“So you’re going to tell me that, and then refuse to eat dinner? Definitely not, Thomas. It’s one or the other; eating dinner, or telling me that you have complete faith in yourself.” Blue eyes looked back into blue as Derek’s right hand crept on top of Thomas’.
“It’s hard to have faith in yourself when you’re not doing your job.”
“The guys have faith in you. Lindy has faith in you. I’ll bet you that more than 85% of the fans have faith in you, and I have faith in you. Isn’t that enough to change your mind?”
Thomas turned away from Derek, and slipped his hand out from underneath his lover’s. He pulled himself out of the wooden chair, and took Derek’s previous spot near the window.
His blue eyes stared out into the Floridian sky, and the image of the raindrops from outside reflected somewhat in his irises. “It’s hard to accept that others have faith in me when I don’t have any in myself.”
The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers, staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore.
There was a slight pause between both players.
“…But thank you for continuing to have faith in me.” Thomas smirked, and glanced at Derek’s reflection in the window. The older, center was looking back at him, and gave him a smile in return.
“It’s what lovers do, Thomas. It’s what lovers do.”
Author:
dragonblk17/ShelbyPairing: Thomas Vanek/Derek Roy (Buffalo Sabres)
Rating: NC-17, language.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and this isn't real. Too bad. *sigh*
Patter, patter, plop.
If noises represented things happening currently in Derek’s life, the ‘plopping’ sounds heard from outside his hotel window would’ve been the Sabres current losing streak.
First it had been at home, with Columbus being the first Western Conference team Buffalo had to face in the new season. As if it weren’t bad enough that Michael Peca, a former Sabres captain, had scored, they had also gained a shutout against the home team. Then it was off to Montreal the next evening – that didn’t turn out any better. Lucky bounces and bad penalties led to the Sabres downfall during that game, too. The evening just before this one had been Carolina, but…that was one game the Sabres sure didn’t want to remember.
Derek sighed, and took a sip of his coffee as the rain began to hit the windowpane harder now. Wasn’t Florida supposed to be sunny almost all year round? Why did it have to rain now when they were coming into town to play the Panthers?
Perhaps it signified another game that would be lost to the opposition.
He was so encompassed in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard Thomas come into the room, and place some food onto the nearby table that was against the heater. “Hey sunshine, I’m back.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around Derek’s waist, and he felt lips touch his cheek as a smile spread across his face suddenly.
“Hey Thomas.”
I've been awake for a while now
You've got me feeling like a child now
Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place.
If there was one person that could get Derek to smile when he was lost in his thoughts, it was Thomas. That man could make anyone smile; it was near to impossible to not at least smirk when greeted by the young winger.
“How’s my favorite center doing? It looked like you were lost in thought there…but wait, maybe it’s not a good thing that you were.” Thomas chuckled, and rested his head against Derek’s ever so slightly. He stared at his lover’s reflection in the window in front of him – or at least tried to, as the rain began to fall down harder.
“I’m doing fine.” Derek crinkled his nose. He always did that when Thomas was around, which made no particular sense whatsoever. He also always got butterflies in his stomach whenever the younger man was around, but that was strictly because of the love they had for one another. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about what’s going on with the team…we’re not…we’re just not with it lately.”
Thomas’ grip on Derek’s waist loosened, and he went over to the nearby wall to lean against it. “I know what you mean. I was talking with Drew and Max about it a bit earlier during practice.” He opened a Styrofoam box of food with one hand and watched as some steam rose up from the contents inside. Chicken and pasta – a hockey player’s delicacy. “I’m especially upset with myself though.” Thomas shook his head, and decided to take a seat in front of the opened box. “I’m supposed to be stepping up, Der. I’m supposed to be giving my all for the team, and giving my best effort, but you know what? All that I’ve been doing is getting stupid penalties, and making uncoordinated plays in the offensive zone. I mean, don’t even get me started with my results in the defensive zone.” He took a fork, and stabbed a piece of chicken with it. “I’m sure critics are thriving now with the line ‘Thomas Vanek can’t backcheck for his life.’”
Derek placed another hand on his coffee cup, and he turned to look at Thomas. He sighed, and shook his head. “How many times have I told you? Fu-“
“Fuck the critics, I know.” Thomas finished the line for him, as he continued to stare down at his food. “I try, I do. For some reason, it’s not working for me this season so far. Did you see the breakaway I had last night? On nights when I’m confident enough in myself, I would’ve taken a shot but last night…I don’t know what happened. Maybe I was over thinking the play? I didn’t want to be selfish, and score a goal for myself? Maybe I was just being half-assed about the entire thing.” Another forkful of pasta was shoved into his mouth with that last statement.
“You weren’t being ‘half-assed’ about it, Thomas.” Derek was now sitting across the table from the winger, and set down his coffee cup. “All of us aren’t playing up to par – it isn’t just you. We all need to work on our effort and come back together as a team. All of us know we aren’t going to be the same team we were last year; we should just throw that idea right out the window.” With a flick of his finger, he opened up his Styrofoam box to vent out the steam from his dinner. “But it doesn’t mean that we’re going to crash and burn. Yes, Danny and Dru were amazing players, but they didn’t make up 23 players on a roster.” Derek stabbed at his chicken, and mixed some in with his spaghetti sauce. “We’re going to be able to do it. We just need to…regroup, is all.”
“I know Derek, but…the fans are counting on all of us. They’re counting on me to be amazing. I told others I could handle this, and that I like pressure, but…I just don’t know anymore.” Thomas sighed sadly, and closed up his dinner. His stomach growled in protest for more food, but he ignored it.
“So you’re going to tell me that, and then refuse to eat dinner? Definitely not, Thomas. It’s one or the other; eating dinner, or telling me that you have complete faith in yourself.” Blue eyes looked back into blue as Derek’s right hand crept on top of Thomas’.
“It’s hard to have faith in yourself when you’re not doing your job.”
“The guys have faith in you. Lindy has faith in you. I’ll bet you that more than 85% of the fans have faith in you, and I have faith in you. Isn’t that enough to change your mind?”
Thomas turned away from Derek, and slipped his hand out from underneath his lover’s. He pulled himself out of the wooden chair, and took Derek’s previous spot near the window.
His blue eyes stared out into the Floridian sky, and the image of the raindrops from outside reflected somewhat in his irises. “It’s hard to accept that others have faith in me when I don’t have any in myself.”
The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers, staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore.
There was a slight pause between both players.
“…But thank you for continuing to have faith in me.” Thomas smirked, and glanced at Derek’s reflection in the window. The older, center was looking back at him, and gave him a smile in return.
“It’s what lovers do, Thomas. It’s what lovers do.”
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Date: 2007-10-27 07:46 am (UTC)Twenty different kinds of awwww.
Love the raindrop analogy.
As always, your Derek and Tommy moves me deeply.
Lovely :)
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Date: 2007-10-27 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 05:13 pm (UTC)Love yooooooooou :P
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Date: 2007-10-27 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:18 am (UTC)Great stuff; I've missed your writing. <3
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Date: 2007-10-27 01:22 pm (UTC)Thanks, Kezzie. ♥
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Date: 2007-10-27 02:12 pm (UTC)Cuuute, I’ll bet you that more than 85% of the fans have faith in you
dont you hate that? i hate how people don't believe in him. are they insane !?
<333 i looooved it.
ps:
i loooove that song. hahaha
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Date: 2007-10-27 02:17 pm (UTC)Thaaaank you! ♥ I love that song, too. :D
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Date: 2007-10-28 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
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