Nice Job

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Title: Nice Job!

Characters: Brooks Laich and Mike Green with mentions of Alex Ovechkin and Nicklas Backstrom

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: This is an email I got and I thought it would be fun to use as a story, so I tried it with Mike Green and Brooks Laich.  The first thirteen questions are answered with Brook’s answers and then you plug in the answers into the next thirteen questions.

Questions

1. Name a boy or girl: Mike Green
2. Do you eat: yes
3. Name a number between 1-100: 97
4. What’s your favorite dessert: Jello
5. Name another number between 1-100: 22
6. Name another boy or girl: Alex Ovechkin
7. What’s your favorite song: Sweet Child O’ Mine
8. Do you shower: yes
9. What is your favorite thing to do with your significant other: making love, among many other things
10. Do you play a sport: yes
11. Name another boy or girl: Nicklas Backstrom
12. What is your favorite phrase: Nice Job!
13. Why do you play your sport: It is fun and makes me happy.

 

Answers

1. Who were you with last night: Mike Green
2. Did you kiss: yes
3. How many times: 97
4. What did it taste like: Jello
5. How old is he/she: 22
6. Did you tell anyone else: Alex Ovechkin
7. What did he/she say: Sweet Child O’ Mine
8. Did you have sex: yes
9. What were the results: making love, among other things
10. Did you tell anyone else: yes
11. Who: Nicklas Backstrom
12. What did he/she say: Nice Job!
13. Why did you do it: It is fun and makes me happy.

 

I was sitting on my couch in my apartment when I heard the door open.  I turned around and saw Mike standing there.  “Hey babe,” I called, as he walked over to me.

“Hey yourself,” he replied, sitting next to me.  He rested his head on my shoulder, reading the email I had just finished.  He started laughing.  “I hope you don’t plan on forwarding that,” he giggled.

“Only to you,” I laughed with him, turning my head and kissing him on the nose.

“Good.  Because no one else needs to know that,” he mumbled, capturing my mouth.  “Especially not Nicky and Alex.”

“Agreed,” I replied, slipping my tongue in his mouth.  Not letting go, I set my laptop on my table and pulled Mike into my lap.  He curled up in my lap, burying his head the crook of my neck.  “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked him, concerned.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“You sure?”

“No.”

“Talk to me,” I whispered, shifting so that I forced him to look at me, but he was still in my lap.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.  I just love you, that’s all.  I love you so much Brooksie,” he whispered back, slipping his hands around my neck and pulling me into a kiss.

I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed him harder, pulling away to reply to what he had just said.  “Mike, I love you so much too, and I always will.  Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” he promised.  “So, tell me, how on earth did you get that email in the first place?”

“Alex sent it to me,” I grinned mischievously.

“Of course he did,” Mike smiled.  “Of course he did.”  And with that being said, he kissed me once again.  I think tonight we might pass number 3, not that I’m complaining.