2minsforslashing | JUST LIKE HEAVEN (Reply)

Title: Just Like Heaven
Authors:

geekintehpink
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 1,325
Rating: PG13
Author's Note: I changed the lyrics a bit to apply. ;)

Show me show me show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream he said
The one that makes me laugh he said
And threw his arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you

I really didn't think 'come from behind win' was in this team's vocabulary. I really didn't, but once again, what I'd thought had been cast aside and shoved away by a brilliant play between Glen and myself. And it reminded me what had started our relationship out. The on-ice chemistry. It had started because we were good together on the ice, and blossomed and it was something beautiful and indestructible, something--God, I didn't even know. What I did know was that no Joe Thornton or Tim Connolly could come between the bond that Glen and I had. It was like, no matter what, Glen was going to be my other half, and to have that feeling, for once, was beautiful. I watched him as he made his way from the shower at my apartment, merely a towel wrapped around his waist, and god, the smile on my face just...wouldn't go away. And the words I was about to say wouldn't stop themselves from coming out, either. “Glen, I love you, you know that, right?”

He turned his head as he got into his section of the closet in my apartment and pulled out a pair of pajama pants. Yes, he had his own section of my closet, mostly because he spent so much time at my place. Part of me wondered why he and Katie stayed together, but, I didn't ask, because I was sure, had I not been caught in the act, I'd still be with Samantha. And besides, Peyton, Parker and Hunter were great kids, and they deserved to have a full family, not to always be asking 'where daddy is' like my kids did. I bit my lip slyly as he dropped the towel, mainly because I couldn't help but imagine myself...right there...inside him. It was a weird sensation, feeling like I fit like a puzzle with someone physically, but everything about Glen and I just fit like bricks in a building.

I watched as he pulled his pajama pants on, and though I wanted him, one of my favorite things about my relationship with Glen was the fact that it wasn't always about sex. That we could just lay together, cuddle and enjoy being together just as much as we would if we were having sex. I stood up and approached him, putting a hand on his bicep and grinning a bit. But, where there usually would be, there wasn't a bit of implication in the grin. It was just...a grin to tell him that I loved him. His eyes looked back into mine, the battle weathered amber pools digging into me like little spades. I swear, I didn't understand how people could say that he was 'older than his age.' Because with looks like that? With the grin he was wearing, he looked about as young as Phil Kessel.

And God, he made me feel that young all the time. Made me feel like I was eighteen again, falling in love for the first time. If only it could have been so simple, my first time falling in love, being with Glen. God, we both would have been saved so much trouble, even though he would have been twenty-three at the time. I looked at him and grinned a little, thinking back to all the time we spent at the beach over the last summer, putting my palm to his cheek. “So, we're going to the beach again in the off-season, right?” I asked, taking a second to brush my thumb along his cheek and put my hands on his hips. He was so fucking beautiful and I loved that now he was finally starting to be happy again, because those eyes? Those dark brown, tell all eyes? Should always hold that look. That smile.

The look he got then was a mix of reminiscence and elation. “You...want to go again, you mean?” he asked, seemingly surprised. God, the way he'd been treated in the past made me want to go on a killing spree. I would never wish treatment like that on my worst enemy, let alone someone like Glen. But, I nodded and backed toward my bed, beckoning him to follow. I knew that the reason he was so shocked that I wanted to go with him was because Joe never wanted to. That he'd never taken the time to learn to surf with him (or, I knew you could hardly call what I did surfing, at least I tried), or even to go to Noel Beach back by Murray Harbor and just lay there, listening to the waves like we had that summer. And that made me sick. A man like Glen didn't deserve to deal with a ghost from the past like Joe. “Well then, yes. I can take you to Souris Park. There's this one beach off one of the campsites that's unbelievable...”

I watched as his face seemed to light up, as it always did when he spoke of the beaches in Prince Edward Island. And though most of the time we didn't surf or swim but for fifteen minutes a piece, rather spent our time on other things, like cuddling and making love, the time I spent on the beach with Glen in the last off-season were a few of my favorite times ever. “I can't wait...” I told him, crawling up to the headboard of the bed and lifting the blankets, then lifting his side. I swear, since Glen had come into my life, I'd had to set my apartment up for the two of us. It was...God, I loved feeling so domestic. The only times I hated were when he needed to have those...family nights. When Katie commanded that he spend at least one or two nights a week at home. I knew it was unfair of me to think like that, since I was with him most of the time, but...I just...couldn't get enough of him. “Last year was one of the best times I've ever had. You know that, right?”

“You told me,” he said, crawling into bed and covering himself over a bit. “And for the record, it was for me, too. You make me feel things I've never felt before, Marc...” he said, raising his arm for me to move over close to him. I loved how he always did that—held me and treated me like I was the most important person in the world. “I swear, when I'm with you, I feel alive...”

My heart about melted as I moved closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder. “I feel alive, too, Glen. You make me feel things...I thought I never would. God, I didn't even love Samantha the way I love you, and we had five kids together...” I put my hand on his chest, reveling in the feeling of being held by someone I loved. Glen reached over his shoulder and turned off the light on the bedside table I'd recently bought for his side of the bed, and I did the same for mine after we said our goodnights. And though I was sure Glen had fallen asleep, as I felt his breaths deepen, then steady out, I stayed awake for a little while longer, just thinking for a little while. A lot of people would have considered Glen's and mine a doomed romance. Two men with eight kids between us and horridly differing personalities. But we made it work. Because we'd gone and fallen into a love that was truer than most couples I'd ever seen before. And...right then, I got the feeling that this thing that Glen and I had going...was the real deal.

And my mind felt at ease. For the first time in a long time. Because I knew, no matter what, that Glen and I were going to make it.

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe his name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only man I loved
And drowned him deep inside of me

lyrics by the Cure

[xposted to hockeychallenge and i_wanna_puck]