You make my heart sing...
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2minsforslashingTitle: You make my heart sing...
Pairing: Kyle Wellwood/Matt Stajan
Word Count: 1286
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two, and if I did, we'd be too busy having sex.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bkm5191 for her birthday! (which was like more than a month ago, but I've been having computer/muse issues). Also, I started writing this when the Leafs were going through a slump, hence the entire begining to this piece. I'm not an ignorant fan. ;)
Matty’s POV
I loved days like this. Days where it would just be me and Kyle on the couch, a bowl of popcorn, and our favourite comedies all lined up and ready to go. Moments like this were rare these days since we weren’t clicking as a team. God knows that both Kyle and I worked our fucking asses off every single day, but we knew that wasn’t worth a damn. Everyone was obsessed with how well the Leafs were doing that they missed the individual efforts put forth by our dedicated core. If you scored an equalizer or the game winning goal—you were the hero. If there was a shut out—your goaltender became an instant god. Unfortunately both of us were neither of these. At least for me, the media was kind—a total and complete change from previous seasons, but I’ll take it when I can get it—but Kyle had been brought down a few notches. He tried not to let it affect him, but after Coach benched him for that one game, his resolve weakened. I tried everything I could to cheer him up, but it was to no avail. But today… Today he seemed in much better spirits, and this brought a perma-smile to my face.
I didn’t even realise how big my grin was until I noticed Kyle smiling up at me in the middle of Dodgeball. I kept grinning at him and pulled him closer.
“What?” I asked, rubbing his arm, watching for a reaction. He looked at me with one of the most puzzled looks on his face.
“What’s with the grinning?” he asked, letting the curiosity take over him.
“Well, laughing would just be rude,” I said with a wink. I watched him again, as his already puzzled expression grew bigger.
“Laughing…?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “At…?” I couldn’t resist. Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves that often. At least they didn’t happen that often with him. I flashed Kyle a grin.
“At your face, dumbass!” I giggled. “What the hell else would I laugh at?!”
Oh no. Not good. Kyle pulled away from me entirely and crossed his arms. He sat roughly at the other end of the couch and held his arms so tight up against his chest that I was sure he would lose circulation. I should have known that it was too soon for immature jokes like that. Nice going, Staj…
He wasn’t even looking at me… I really blew it. He was finally feeling better after all that time and I blew it by making a stupid joke that I shouldn’t have made! Kyle had his gaze fixed on his lap, and was grunting slightly with each breath. Oh shit… that was never good. I sighed and rubbed my head. I had to do something to make this better… I mean, I was the one that fucked up this afternoon; I was the one that had to salvage it.
I turned my head towards him. He still wasn’t looking at me, but I figured I had to give it a shot.
“I know I was stupid…” I started, trying to see if he would respond… nothing. “Hell, you know I’m stupid…” I looked and still nothing. Okay, time to step it up a little bit. “In fact… I find it quite charming…” Nothing. “I mean, wasn’t that why you started dating me? My devilishly idiotic charm?” I grinned, hoping he would react somehow. I swear I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, but that wasn’t nearly convincing enough.
Hmm… I needed to do more to get him to cave. But what? I mean, I wasn’t the funniest guy on the block, but I was known to cause a chuckle or two. It needed to be funny, but tactful too. I glanced over at Kyle, and his stare was still resolute. What could I do…?
I looked at him straight in the eyes. “So… my charm seems to be diminishing…” I said, smiling at him. I was determined to make him crack. “Hmmm looks like I’ll have to try something else…” I got up and went over to get my iPod. Kyle was always criticizing my taste in music—I couldn’t help it! I grew up in the most wangsta-est city in the GTA… how did he expect me to come out unscathed?!
I took my iPod and put it into the iHome Michelle got me for Christmas and looked through my collection. I could feel Kyle’s gaze upon me while I had my back turned to him. Finding just the right song was crucial, and I hoped I had it uploaded already… Ah, there it is…
As I had my back to him, I lowered my pants so that they were at crotch level and had my boxers sticking out. I quickly ran a hand through my hair and popped the collar on my red polo shirt. I pressed play on the song I had selected and turned around. The look on Kyle’s face was priceless. He was trying not to laugh, but was losing that battle as the gangster-ific beats filled the air. 3-6 Mafia started out their vocal attack on Kyle’s ears, and I joined in.
“Now ever since I could remember I been popping my collar. Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar,” I rapped along side the oh-so-substantial song while making collar-popping motions with my hands. Kyle was biting his lip, and I knew he wanted to laugh, but he was holding on by a string… I knew that this would be hilarious, but not that hilarious…
“Ever since I could remember I been working this hoes. And they better put my money in my hand!” I moved my arms and hands much in the style of 50 Cent or Eminem, but more exaggerated of course, hoping that it would help my cause. Kyle looked like he was about ready to burst out, so I pulled out my best act yet…
As the song went on, I moved closer to him, rapping along to the track with my exaggerated gangster-isms, and with each inch closer I got, the more Kyle lost control over his urge to laugh. This was truly the most ridiculous and pointless song on the planet, but it was the only one I knew would get a rise out of him. The last verse was almost ending… Time for my big finale… I stood in front of him—mannerisms and all—and belted out the last lines.
"You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what! These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!" I yelled as I got on my knees, grasping at the ends of my collar and flashing Kyle a cheesy grin. That was all it took for Kyle to start laughing so hard, tears were flowing out of his eyes.
“You… fuck…!” he couldn’t even fathom thoughts at that moment, let alone words. I grinned and laughed along with him. Seeing him laugh was magical… all the pain and suffering in the world went away when Kyle Wellwood laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in. He made my heart sing, and I loved him for it. “You’re such a fucking dork, you know that?” he grinned at me once he could breathe. I grinned and kissed him.
“You love it…” I said, looking into his eyes. He just grinned and grinned and grinned. My mission was accomplished, and I couldn’t be happier. I sat on the couch with him, and put my arm around him. Kyle leaned into me, and I rubbed his arm. I gazed into his eyes and he was radiating with happiness… All was right with the world…
Pairing: Kyle Wellwood/Matt Stajan
Word Count: 1286
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two, and if I did, we'd be too busy having sex.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to
bkm5191 for her birthday! (which was like more than a month ago, but I've been having computer/muse issues). Also, I started writing this when the Leafs were going through a slump, hence the entire begining to this piece. I'm not an ignorant fan. ;)Matty’s POV
I loved days like this. Days where it would just be me and Kyle on the couch, a bowl of popcorn, and our favourite comedies all lined up and ready to go. Moments like this were rare these days since we weren’t clicking as a team. God knows that both Kyle and I worked our fucking asses off every single day, but we knew that wasn’t worth a damn. Everyone was obsessed with how well the Leafs were doing that they missed the individual efforts put forth by our dedicated core. If you scored an equalizer or the game winning goal—you were the hero. If there was a shut out—your goaltender became an instant god. Unfortunately both of us were neither of these. At least for me, the media was kind—a total and complete change from previous seasons, but I’ll take it when I can get it—but Kyle had been brought down a few notches. He tried not to let it affect him, but after Coach benched him for that one game, his resolve weakened. I tried everything I could to cheer him up, but it was to no avail. But today… Today he seemed in much better spirits, and this brought a perma-smile to my face.
I didn’t even realise how big my grin was until I noticed Kyle smiling up at me in the middle of Dodgeball. I kept grinning at him and pulled him closer.
“What?” I asked, rubbing his arm, watching for a reaction. He looked at me with one of the most puzzled looks on his face.
“What’s with the grinning?” he asked, letting the curiosity take over him.
“Well, laughing would just be rude,” I said with a wink. I watched him again, as his already puzzled expression grew bigger.
“Laughing…?” he said with a raised eyebrow. “At…?” I couldn’t resist. Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves that often. At least they didn’t happen that often with him. I flashed Kyle a grin.
“At your face, dumbass!” I giggled. “What the hell else would I laugh at?!”
Oh no. Not good. Kyle pulled away from me entirely and crossed his arms. He sat roughly at the other end of the couch and held his arms so tight up against his chest that I was sure he would lose circulation. I should have known that it was too soon for immature jokes like that. Nice going, Staj…
He wasn’t even looking at me… I really blew it. He was finally feeling better after all that time and I blew it by making a stupid joke that I shouldn’t have made! Kyle had his gaze fixed on his lap, and was grunting slightly with each breath. Oh shit… that was never good. I sighed and rubbed my head. I had to do something to make this better… I mean, I was the one that fucked up this afternoon; I was the one that had to salvage it.
I turned my head towards him. He still wasn’t looking at me, but I figured I had to give it a shot.
“I know I was stupid…” I started, trying to see if he would respond… nothing. “Hell, you know I’m stupid…” I looked and still nothing. Okay, time to step it up a little bit. “In fact… I find it quite charming…” Nothing. “I mean, wasn’t that why you started dating me? My devilishly idiotic charm?” I grinned, hoping he would react somehow. I swear I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, but that wasn’t nearly convincing enough.
Hmm… I needed to do more to get him to cave. But what? I mean, I wasn’t the funniest guy on the block, but I was known to cause a chuckle or two. It needed to be funny, but tactful too. I glanced over at Kyle, and his stare was still resolute. What could I do…?
I looked at him straight in the eyes. “So… my charm seems to be diminishing…” I said, smiling at him. I was determined to make him crack. “Hmmm looks like I’ll have to try something else…” I got up and went over to get my iPod. Kyle was always criticizing my taste in music—I couldn’t help it! I grew up in the most wangsta-est city in the GTA… how did he expect me to come out unscathed?!
I took my iPod and put it into the iHome Michelle got me for Christmas and looked through my collection. I could feel Kyle’s gaze upon me while I had my back turned to him. Finding just the right song was crucial, and I hoped I had it uploaded already… Ah, there it is…
As I had my back to him, I lowered my pants so that they were at crotch level and had my boxers sticking out. I quickly ran a hand through my hair and popped the collar on my red polo shirt. I pressed play on the song I had selected and turned around. The look on Kyle’s face was priceless. He was trying not to laugh, but was losing that battle as the gangster-ific beats filled the air. 3-6 Mafia started out their vocal attack on Kyle’s ears, and I joined in.
“Now ever since I could remember I been popping my collar. Popping popping my collar, popping, popping my collar,” I rapped along side the oh-so-substantial song while making collar-popping motions with my hands. Kyle was biting his lip, and I knew he wanted to laugh, but he was holding on by a string… I knew that this would be hilarious, but not that hilarious…
“Ever since I could remember I been working this hoes. And they better put my money in my hand!” I moved my arms and hands much in the style of 50 Cent or Eminem, but more exaggerated of course, hoping that it would help my cause. Kyle looked like he was about ready to burst out, so I pulled out my best act yet…
As the song went on, I moved closer to him, rapping along to the track with my exaggerated gangster-isms, and with each inch closer I got, the more Kyle lost control over his urge to laugh. This was truly the most ridiculous and pointless song on the planet, but it was the only one I knew would get a rise out of him. The last verse was almost ending… Time for my big finale… I stood in front of him—mannerisms and all—and belted out the last lines.
"You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what! These hoes out here be fucking for a motherfucking dub, FREAK BITCH!" I yelled as I got on my knees, grasping at the ends of my collar and flashing Kyle a cheesy grin. That was all it took for Kyle to start laughing so hard, tears were flowing out of his eyes.
“You… fuck…!” he couldn’t even fathom thoughts at that moment, let alone words. I grinned and laughed along with him. Seeing him laugh was magical… all the pain and suffering in the world went away when Kyle Wellwood laughed, and you couldn’t help but join in. He made my heart sing, and I loved him for it. “You’re such a fucking dork, you know that?” he grinned at me once he could breathe. I grinned and kissed him.
“You love it…” I said, looking into his eyes. He just grinned and grinned and grinned. My mission was accomplished, and I couldn’t be happier. I sat on the couch with him, and put my arm around him. Kyle leaned into me, and I rubbed his arm. I gazed into his eyes and he was radiating with happiness… All was right with the world…
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