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hockeychallenge. Pretty much just copied and pasted from there in celebration of the new Army/Endo icon I made.
Enjoy!
Title: A Place in this World
Characters : Shane Endicott/Colby Armstrong
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They may or may not be mine, this may or may not have really happened. It’s all up in the air.
Words: 789
Setting: Summer of 2001 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. A party celebrating Colby being the first round draft pick.
Title: Would You Wanna...
Characters: Colby Armstrong/ Shane Endicott
Rating: PG-13, a few sexual innuendos.
Disclaimer: They may or may not be mine, this may or may not have really happened. It’s all up in the air. ;-)
Word Count: 644
Setting: Late Summer of 2004, Pittsburgh, PA.
Title: Things Are Falling Down on Me
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/ Shane Endicott
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I totally own both of them... like a lot. I just decide to write about them in my spare time when I'm not having pillow fights, eating McDonalds and watching Boondock Saints with them.On opposite day =(
Summary: Endo makes a nighttime visit to Colby. The normal chaos ensues.
A/N: Totally unrelated to my first two, I am just really dirty and can't think of anything related to write. So here's this!
Title: Bask in Your Rays
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/Shane Endicott
Rating: Pg-13? It's dirty, but nothing too bad. ;-) It's only dirty if you have a dirty mind.
Disclaimer: I own them when I want to. Bam. CzechItOut.
Summary: The boys seduce each other without realizing they are doing it... or do they?
Word Count: 761
Title: Loving Is What I Got
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: PG-13? Nakedness, but not dirty nakedness... yet.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't rub it in. :(
Summary: What happens when the lights go down.
Word Count: 974
Title: Lying for a Purpose
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not ever.
Summary: Could things just fall apart so easily?
Word Count: 852
Title: When We Are Apart
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t own. Don’t make profit. Just don’t have anything else to do at 1:26AM.
Summary: Nothing is colder than the other side of the mattress when you want someone fill it.
Word Count: 611
hockeychallenge. Pretty much just copied and pasted from there in celebration of the new Army/Endo icon I made. Enjoy!
Title: A Place in this World
Characters : Shane Endicott/Colby Armstrong
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They may or may not be mine, this may or may not have really happened. It’s all up in the air.
Words: 789
Setting: Summer of 2001 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. A party celebrating Colby being the first round draft pick.
He was 19. Just one year out of St. Joseph High School, and here he was ready to embark on his life’s more important journey. After spending the last two years playing for the Red Deer Rebels and spending his entire life hitting up sheet of ice after sheet of ice, Colby Armstrong was ready to make his dreams come true.
The yard behind the white house was filled with people. All adorned with a broad smile and a can of beer or two. A large golden banner hung over the porch, and written in black block letters were the words "CONGRATS COLBY!" He beamed up at it while he took one large sip of the Molson in his hand while another group came up to congratulate him. He thanked them kindly, grinning wildly at all the attention.
People streaked by family, friends, neighbors, people he couldn't remember ever meeting. It seemed like half the city of Saskatoon had crowded to his parents back yard to applaud his precious moment. He was after all, the first round pick of the Pittsburgh Penguins.
He drained the last sip of the beer, turning toward the overcrowded white porch when he saw one face stand out in a sea of familiar faces. The person he spotted had a beer clutched in one hand and a dopey grin that looked to be painted across his face.
Although he had shorts and a short-sleeve shirt on a black ski cap held his hair down, with one familiar logo on it. The Pittsburgh Penguins. He wore a strand of puka beads that accented his oddly tan skin. Not knowing who he was, it would have been assumed he was plucked straight from the sand of California.
However, Colby knew who he was the minute the man started advancing toward him. He watched the wisps of blond hair beneath the cap as he came closer, and inevitably, spoke. "Pens, eh? Welcome to the team, man!" He spoke, wrapping his arms around him as Colby returned the favor. It was a completely manly hug. With completely manly holding-one-another tightly, chests pressed together.
Colby pulled back with a broad smile."Thanks, Endo. I'm really excited. 'Course, I'll be in Wilkes-Barre first. But you know what they say. Everyone has gotta start somewhere. And I guess that's my start. And your start. I'm really excited to see it down there. I've never been. What's it like? Good food? Good people? Good places to live?" Words shot from Colby's mouth like fire from a dragon, scorching the smirk off Endo's face for just one second.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you 'boot." Endo said lazily, the music and people drowning out his casual air. Colby looked at him, perplexed.
"You wanna walk through a root?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you aboot. About."
"About walking through roots?"
"Good places to live!" Endo said finally, breaking his zen state to yell at the confused boy in front of him.
Colby gave him a look of a long-standing confusion and a bit of curiosity at the same time as Endo hooked him beneath the arm and began to walk toward the side of the house. The occasional person moved through the passageway between the house and fence, avoiding the house entirely in the quest for food or beer in the yard, but it was a good deal quieter. The scent of cologne and sweat held in the air as Shane slowly released Colby's arm.
"So, good places to live?" Colby offered when Endo didn't jump right off into why he dragged him away from his party.
"Oh, yeah. Yanno. If you need somewhere to live. I wouldn't mind findin' a place."
"Really?!" Colby burst forth in excitement.
His arms secured around Endo's waste in a tight gripped hug. Colby had known he would need somewhere to stay once he went down to Pennsylvania and now it wasn't a problem anymore. Endo was clearly taken aback by the fierceness of the hug, resting one hand on his shoulder and petting it lightly.
They broke apart and Colby beamed at him like he had just handed him a check for a million dollars. "I'm so excited. This is the future!" Colby declared happily before the voice of his mother wafted into the small space between the house and the fence, calling him to her. "I'll see ya soon man." He said, his eyes locking to his before walking away, a grin still etched on his face.
The yard behind the white house was filled with people. All adorned with a broad smile and a can of beer or two. A large golden banner hung over the porch, and written in black block letters were the words "CONGRATS COLBY!" He beamed up at it while he took one large sip of the Molson in his hand while another group came up to congratulate him. He thanked them kindly, grinning wildly at all the attention.
People streaked by family, friends, neighbors, people he couldn't remember ever meeting. It seemed like half the city of Saskatoon had crowded to his parents back yard to applaud his precious moment. He was after all, the first round pick of the Pittsburgh Penguins.
He drained the last sip of the beer, turning toward the overcrowded white porch when he saw one face stand out in a sea of familiar faces. The person he spotted had a beer clutched in one hand and a dopey grin that looked to be painted across his face.
Although he had shorts and a short-sleeve shirt on a black ski cap held his hair down, with one familiar logo on it. The Pittsburgh Penguins. He wore a strand of puka beads that accented his oddly tan skin. Not knowing who he was, it would have been assumed he was plucked straight from the sand of California.
However, Colby knew who he was the minute the man started advancing toward him. He watched the wisps of blond hair beneath the cap as he came closer, and inevitably, spoke. "Pens, eh? Welcome to the team, man!" He spoke, wrapping his arms around him as Colby returned the favor. It was a completely manly hug. With completely manly holding-one-another tightly, chests pressed together.
Colby pulled back with a broad smile."Thanks, Endo. I'm really excited. 'Course, I'll be in Wilkes-Barre first. But you know what they say. Everyone has gotta start somewhere. And I guess that's my start. And your start. I'm really excited to see it down there. I've never been. What's it like? Good food? Good people? Good places to live?" Words shot from Colby's mouth like fire from a dragon, scorching the smirk off Endo's face for just one second.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you 'boot." Endo said lazily, the music and people drowning out his casual air. Colby looked at him, perplexed.
"You wanna walk through a root?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you aboot. About."
"About walking through roots?"
"Good places to live!" Endo said finally, breaking his zen state to yell at the confused boy in front of him.
Colby gave him a look of a long-standing confusion and a bit of curiosity at the same time as Endo hooked him beneath the arm and began to walk toward the side of the house. The occasional person moved through the passageway between the house and fence, avoiding the house entirely in the quest for food or beer in the yard, but it was a good deal quieter. The scent of cologne and sweat held in the air as Shane slowly released Colby's arm.
"So, good places to live?" Colby offered when Endo didn't jump right off into why he dragged him away from his party.
"Oh, yeah. Yanno. If you need somewhere to live. I wouldn't mind findin' a place."
"Really?!" Colby burst forth in excitement.
His arms secured around Endo's waste in a tight gripped hug. Colby had known he would need somewhere to stay once he went down to Pennsylvania and now it wasn't a problem anymore. Endo was clearly taken aback by the fierceness of the hug, resting one hand on his shoulder and petting it lightly.
They broke apart and Colby beamed at him like he had just handed him a check for a million dollars. "I'm so excited. This is the future!" Colby declared happily before the voice of his mother wafted into the small space between the house and the fence, calling him to her. "I'll see ya soon man." He said, his eyes locking to his before walking away, a grin still etched on his face.
Title: Would You Wanna...
Characters: Colby Armstrong/ Shane Endicott
Rating: PG-13, a few sexual innuendos.
Disclaimer: They may or may not be mine, this may or may not have really happened. It’s all up in the air. ;-)
Word Count: 644
Setting: Late Summer of 2004, Pittsburgh, PA.
As my eyes followed the circles he made, first clockwise then counterclockwise, my body slowly leaned forward. I supported myself against the glass, watching as the newest additions to the team skated in both ends of the rink.
My cheeks red from the sweltering heat outside Pittsburgh, I felt cooled by the ice and the cold glass I had pressed myself against. My temperature still seemed like it was boiling, watching the tall, lean man circling the end of the rink opposite of me.
It had been a week since Colby and I had made the trek to Pittsburgh from Saskatoon, and every moment of it had been wonderful.
I knew that something had to be done before I lost him to someone more interesting and more 'right.' What I wanted to happen would never be considered 'normal', not here and not at home. But the last week, seven days, ten thousand eighty minutes, six hundred something thousand seconds . . . they had each been the most enlightening of my life.
I had known for a long time that I was gay, even since freshman year in high school. It wasn't exactly common knowledge back home and it certainly had never been spoken about within the state of Pennsylvania.
Chances were strong that Colby did not have the slightest clue. Up until now, I was glad.
It would have made the night before much more awkward. When he came into my room after I stumbled out of bed to clean myself up after having a rather vivid dream. It was Colby, me, a few pillows and a can of whipped cream and I could not have thought of something better in . . . well . . . my dreams.
I convinced him I was fine, just a bit sick after some very strong cement mixers the night before. He stayed outside the door for a long moment and in the sincerest of voices told me to call him if I needed anything.
That was one of the many things that had made me feel so strongly for him, he was what anyone would call a genuinely nice person. On top of that he was hysterical, easy to be around and talk to, an oddly good chef although McDonalds was still his favorite and like the cherry on the delicious sundae that is Colby Armstrong, he is extremely attractive.
His skin is perfect in complexion, his eyes a dark chocolate brown, his hair was perfectly out of control and every time his shirt was off his perfectly slender muscles made the breath catch in my throat. Or tossing around the pillows from the couch as we settled down to watch a movie and eat some popcorn.
We would sit on the same couch, starting out on opposite ends before playfully moving closer and closer. Our clothes would come off piece by piece in a playful game of 'monkey see, monkey do' and then . . .
I made an odd noise, a deep groan mixed with a moan as I pictured that body, my body straining as I did below the waist as well.
"Endo! Hey, man!" An excited voice not more than two feet away broke my concentration on what had been wonderful imagery.
My body pulled back from the glass where I had been leaning and I looked quickly to the only person it could possibly be.
"Colby. I..."
This is it, he knows you were watching him. The truth is out. I thought to myself.
He looked at me, concern on his face as he did.
"Are you . . . ?"
"I feel sick again."
I turned as quickly as I could and ran, uncomfortably, to the nearest bathroom. I had to do something, I couldn't go on living with him if I exploded at every thought of him. I locked myself into a stall trying to clear my head, one at a time.
My cheeks red from the sweltering heat outside Pittsburgh, I felt cooled by the ice and the cold glass I had pressed myself against. My temperature still seemed like it was boiling, watching the tall, lean man circling the end of the rink opposite of me.
It had been a week since Colby and I had made the trek to Pittsburgh from Saskatoon, and every moment of it had been wonderful.
I knew that something had to be done before I lost him to someone more interesting and more 'right.' What I wanted to happen would never be considered 'normal', not here and not at home. But the last week, seven days, ten thousand eighty minutes, six hundred something thousand seconds . . . they had each been the most enlightening of my life.
I had known for a long time that I was gay, even since freshman year in high school. It wasn't exactly common knowledge back home and it certainly had never been spoken about within the state of Pennsylvania.
Chances were strong that Colby did not have the slightest clue. Up until now, I was glad.
It would have made the night before much more awkward. When he came into my room after I stumbled out of bed to clean myself up after having a rather vivid dream. It was Colby, me, a few pillows and a can of whipped cream and I could not have thought of something better in . . . well . . . my dreams.
I convinced him I was fine, just a bit sick after some very strong cement mixers the night before. He stayed outside the door for a long moment and in the sincerest of voices told me to call him if I needed anything.
That was one of the many things that had made me feel so strongly for him, he was what anyone would call a genuinely nice person. On top of that he was hysterical, easy to be around and talk to, an oddly good chef although McDonalds was still his favorite and like the cherry on the delicious sundae that is Colby Armstrong, he is extremely attractive.
His skin is perfect in complexion, his eyes a dark chocolate brown, his hair was perfectly out of control and every time his shirt was off his perfectly slender muscles made the breath catch in my throat. Or tossing around the pillows from the couch as we settled down to watch a movie and eat some popcorn.
We would sit on the same couch, starting out on opposite ends before playfully moving closer and closer. Our clothes would come off piece by piece in a playful game of 'monkey see, monkey do' and then . . .
I made an odd noise, a deep groan mixed with a moan as I pictured that body, my body straining as I did below the waist as well.
"Endo! Hey, man!" An excited voice not more than two feet away broke my concentration on what had been wonderful imagery.
My body pulled back from the glass where I had been leaning and I looked quickly to the only person it could possibly be.
"Colby. I..."
This is it, he knows you were watching him. The truth is out. I thought to myself.
He looked at me, concern on his face as he did.
"Are you . . . ?"
"I feel sick again."
I turned as quickly as I could and ran, uncomfortably, to the nearest bathroom. I had to do something, I couldn't go on living with him if I exploded at every thought of him. I locked myself into a stall trying to clear my head, one at a time.
Title: Things Are Falling Down on Me
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/ Shane Endicott
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I totally own both of them... like a lot. I just decide to write about them in my spare time when I'm not having pillow fights, eating McDonalds and watching Boondock Saints with them.
Summary: Endo makes a nighttime visit to Colby. The normal chaos ensues.
A/N: Totally unrelated to my first two, I am just really dirty and can't think of anything related to write. So here's this!
"Colby."
Blinking slowly, he pulled his blankets up over his head. With a groan, the blanket tossed helplessly with his motion.
"Colby."
"Fuck off, Endo."
"Colby."
He tossed back the blankets to his waist, exposing a pale and skinny upper torso.
The blonde haired boy moved closer to the bed, rubbing the top of his head.
"What do you want?" Colby asked, scratching his head. His hair was more messy then normal.
"Nothing. I missed you." Shane looked down at his boyfriend on the bed and stepped over piles and piles of stuff on the ground.
Colby looked a bit shocked, but grinned. "I just went to bed a little while ago."
Endo laughed softly. "But I loooove you, Colby." He whispered softly as if someone would hear him, but they were all alone in the apartment. "May I?"
Colby nodded, wrapping his arms around the shorter and wider figure as he lay on the bed beside him.
Shane kissed him softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. He brought his lips to the bare shoulder of his boyfriend.
Colby buried his face into the pillow more, his eyes closed again. "Ahhyh wuff ooh too."
Knowing what he said, Endo grinned still, "What was that?" He asked, a hand moving over Colby's side. He moved a hand to one of his nipples, running a over it.
Colby groaned sleepily at the sensations, picking his head up from the pillow. "I love you."
Shane nodded, then held them close. He rested his head against the bare chest of the man beside him. His heart beat rhythmically in his chest, his breath getting slowly as he came closer and closer to sleep.
Endo moved the sheets that covered him back very slowly, then bringing the blankets on Colby back to expose him in only his boxers. He didn't stir and he didn't wake. So Endo continued to move slowly.
His hands moved to the boxers. Still, Colby did not stir.
His hands began to stroke the evident lump in the red flannel boxers. Still, Colby did not stir.
"Are you dead, Army?" He didn't reply, but there was one thing that made it obvious that he was very much alive. Shane stroked his growing erection through the flannel.
Colby groaned now, clearly awakening. Endo moved quickly, his mouth moving over the fabric.
The warmth of his mouth even through the boxers was enough to make Colby squirm as he crashed out of sleep into being very much awake. Endo covered a good amount of his erection with his mouth, the fabric tickling his mouth.
"Endo . . . " The groan made Shane grin, pulling back off of Colby's hard-on to look up his long, lean body. He brought his fingers up to the elastic waistband, dragging it down his body and over the prominent erection.
"Endo, I was sleeping." He said to him, pretending like he was disturbed by being woken up.
"You'll thank me for this." He whispered softly. His mouth moving to his penis. His hands moved over his thighs, his mouth spreading kisses down the length of it. Then, it reached the head, taking him more in his mouth. One hand came up to stroke along with his mouth.
Colby leaned his head back against the pillows as he allowed emotion and pleasure to mix in his blood and stream throughout his body.
The other hand came up and began to play with his balls, knowing it would cause Colby to totally lose his cool. And it did.
Colby thrust his hips toward Endo's mouth and Endo took it willingly, his head bobbing up and down.
Colby groaned again and it wasn't but a moment later that he was bursting in the mouth of his boyfriend. Endo swallowed, watching Colby as he panted then leaned back against the pillows in exhaustion from completion.
Endo moved toward him, his arms wrapping around his waist as he rested his head on Colby's shoulder. His own eyes closed slowly.
He had wanted to be near his boyfriend, intimately and to just cuddle with him. Now, he had a naked Colby Armstrong next to him. Colby kissed his forehead softly, bringing the blankets up around them.
"Night, Love." They whispered in unison before moving closer to each other and the pillows.
Blinking slowly, he pulled his blankets up over his head. With a groan, the blanket tossed helplessly with his motion.
"Colby."
"Fuck off, Endo."
"Colby."
He tossed back the blankets to his waist, exposing a pale and skinny upper torso.
The blonde haired boy moved closer to the bed, rubbing the top of his head.
"What do you want?" Colby asked, scratching his head. His hair was more messy then normal.
"Nothing. I missed you." Shane looked down at his boyfriend on the bed and stepped over piles and piles of stuff on the ground.
Colby looked a bit shocked, but grinned. "I just went to bed a little while ago."
Endo laughed softly. "But I loooove you, Colby." He whispered softly as if someone would hear him, but they were all alone in the apartment. "May I?"
Colby nodded, wrapping his arms around the shorter and wider figure as he lay on the bed beside him.
Shane kissed him softly, wrapping an arm around his waist. He brought his lips to the bare shoulder of his boyfriend.
Colby buried his face into the pillow more, his eyes closed again. "Ahhyh wuff ooh too."
Knowing what he said, Endo grinned still, "What was that?" He asked, a hand moving over Colby's side. He moved a hand to one of his nipples, running a over it.
Colby groaned sleepily at the sensations, picking his head up from the pillow. "I love you."
Shane nodded, then held them close. He rested his head against the bare chest of the man beside him. His heart beat rhythmically in his chest, his breath getting slowly as he came closer and closer to sleep.
Endo moved the sheets that covered him back very slowly, then bringing the blankets on Colby back to expose him in only his boxers. He didn't stir and he didn't wake. So Endo continued to move slowly.
His hands moved to the boxers. Still, Colby did not stir.
His hands began to stroke the evident lump in the red flannel boxers. Still, Colby did not stir.
"Are you dead, Army?" He didn't reply, but there was one thing that made it obvious that he was very much alive. Shane stroked his growing erection through the flannel.
Colby groaned now, clearly awakening. Endo moved quickly, his mouth moving over the fabric.
The warmth of his mouth even through the boxers was enough to make Colby squirm as he crashed out of sleep into being very much awake. Endo covered a good amount of his erection with his mouth, the fabric tickling his mouth.
"Endo . . . " The groan made Shane grin, pulling back off of Colby's hard-on to look up his long, lean body. He brought his fingers up to the elastic waistband, dragging it down his body and over the prominent erection.
"Endo, I was sleeping." He said to him, pretending like he was disturbed by being woken up.
"You'll thank me for this." He whispered softly. His mouth moving to his penis. His hands moved over his thighs, his mouth spreading kisses down the length of it. Then, it reached the head, taking him more in his mouth. One hand came up to stroke along with his mouth.
Colby leaned his head back against the pillows as he allowed emotion and pleasure to mix in his blood and stream throughout his body.
The other hand came up and began to play with his balls, knowing it would cause Colby to totally lose his cool. And it did.
Colby thrust his hips toward Endo's mouth and Endo took it willingly, his head bobbing up and down.
Colby groaned again and it wasn't but a moment later that he was bursting in the mouth of his boyfriend. Endo swallowed, watching Colby as he panted then leaned back against the pillows in exhaustion from completion.
Endo moved toward him, his arms wrapping around his waist as he rested his head on Colby's shoulder. His own eyes closed slowly.
He had wanted to be near his boyfriend, intimately and to just cuddle with him. Now, he had a naked Colby Armstrong next to him. Colby kissed his forehead softly, bringing the blankets up around them.
"Night, Love." They whispered in unison before moving closer to each other and the pillows.
Title: Bask in Your Rays
Pairing: Colby Armstrong/Shane Endicott
Rating: Pg-13? It's dirty, but nothing too bad. ;-) It's only dirty if you have a dirty mind.
Disclaimer: I own them when I want to. Bam. CzechItOut.
Summary: The boys seduce each other without realizing they are doing it... or do they?
Word Count: 761
My eyes stayed on him as his tongue ran up the shaft then down again. The liquid formed on his tongue before he allowed it to slide down his throat, filling him with a coolness that was incomparable to anything else. I didn’t blink, I simply watched him as he moved his mouth over the top and took as much as he could into his mouth. I could see his tongue swirling over the tip in his mouth and I could feel the effects of this action throughout my body.
That was when he noticed me standing in the doorway, watching him completely agape as I watched him. He removed it from his mouth and it was dripping slightly onto his hands, making them sticky as he lapped up around the edges.
“Want one?” He asked me, grinning broadly at him.
“I... Uh . . . I do.”
I stood silent after I spoke and he simply watched me as I stood there.
“They are, uh, they’re in the freezer.” He prodded me toward the kitchen with his words.
I was still charmed by the motions of his mouth and that would be hard to change my focus. I took a few awkward steps backwards before lumbering to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and shuffled through the box of Popsicles before selecting a purple one, grape.
I moved my way back into the living room, plopping down onto the couch next to my roommate, teammate and most important, my boyfriend. I slid the wrapper of the Popsicle down toward the stick and began to eat it nearly the same way he did. Now that his was dwindling down to a small clump at the middle of his stick, his attention seemed to turn to my Popsicle. More specifically to my eating of the Popsicle.
He grinned at me when he finished his, moving a bit closer and going to take a bite. He always took my food because he was basically always hungry. Our nutritionists were telling us completely opposite things about how to improve our game. He had to lose weight and I had to gain it. It made living together and dating a bit more difficultly.
I pulled it away from him slightly so his torso pressed against my side.
“I think you’ve had enough, sweetie.”
“I... There’s nothing in them.”
“Well, this one’s mine.”
“Just one bite?”
“Nope!”
“One.”
“No way!”
He mumbled under his breath for a brief second before he threw his weight at me. We both fell to the couch and I could feel him laughing before I even heard it. We were pressed quite tightly together when he straddled me, but we were used to it. This is usually how our arguments and pillow fights ended.
He pressed into me, taking a bite that took off a large piece of the popsicle before he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I could feel the piece of popsicle dissolving in his mouth as I kissed him back and his mouth was cold when my tongue pressed its way into it. My hands grasped for the back of his tee shirt, pulling against it to create more friction between us.
I could feel the popsicle starting to drip over my hand and running down my arm but I couldn’t stop kissing him. I groaned against his lips and thrust my hips a bit more at him. The popsicle slid a little bit on the stick and the feeling of melted grape popsicle running down my hand was sticky and unpleasant.
“Endo” I groaned against his lips, moving my body into his a bit more. He pulled away from lips and I panted with initial arousal.
“It . . . it’s melting.” I whispered and he nodded.
He moved to the pop that I was holding in my hand, his tongue going to work like it was his craft. It moved around the head, cleaning the sides before his tongue began to run over where it had been dripping on my arm. It tickled and something about it was hotter than he normally was.
“Fuckit.” I whispered loudly, dropping the popsicle onto the carpet below.
My hands seized his sides and I muscled him to where his back was against the back of the couch. My legs tangled with his, pressing tightly against his body as I kissed him with all the force in my body. I forced my tongue to his mouth although he took it gladly and began to toy with his tongue, running over it much like the popsicle.
That was when he noticed me standing in the doorway, watching him completely agape as I watched him. He removed it from his mouth and it was dripping slightly onto his hands, making them sticky as he lapped up around the edges.
“Want one?” He asked me, grinning broadly at him.
“I... Uh . . . I do.”
I stood silent after I spoke and he simply watched me as I stood there.
“They are, uh, they’re in the freezer.” He prodded me toward the kitchen with his words.
I was still charmed by the motions of his mouth and that would be hard to change my focus. I took a few awkward steps backwards before lumbering to the kitchen. I opened the freezer and shuffled through the box of Popsicles before selecting a purple one, grape.
I moved my way back into the living room, plopping down onto the couch next to my roommate, teammate and most important, my boyfriend. I slid the wrapper of the Popsicle down toward the stick and began to eat it nearly the same way he did. Now that his was dwindling down to a small clump at the middle of his stick, his attention seemed to turn to my Popsicle. More specifically to my eating of the Popsicle.
He grinned at me when he finished his, moving a bit closer and going to take a bite. He always took my food because he was basically always hungry. Our nutritionists were telling us completely opposite things about how to improve our game. He had to lose weight and I had to gain it. It made living together and dating a bit more difficultly.
I pulled it away from him slightly so his torso pressed against my side.
“I think you’ve had enough, sweetie.”
“I... There’s nothing in them.”
“Well, this one’s mine.”
“Just one bite?”
“Nope!”
“One.”
“No way!”
He mumbled under his breath for a brief second before he threw his weight at me. We both fell to the couch and I could feel him laughing before I even heard it. We were pressed quite tightly together when he straddled me, but we were used to it. This is usually how our arguments and pillow fights ended.
He pressed into me, taking a bite that took off a large piece of the popsicle before he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I could feel the piece of popsicle dissolving in his mouth as I kissed him back and his mouth was cold when my tongue pressed its way into it. My hands grasped for the back of his tee shirt, pulling against it to create more friction between us.
I could feel the popsicle starting to drip over my hand and running down my arm but I couldn’t stop kissing him. I groaned against his lips and thrust my hips a bit more at him. The popsicle slid a little bit on the stick and the feeling of melted grape popsicle running down my hand was sticky and unpleasant.
“Endo” I groaned against his lips, moving my body into his a bit more. He pulled away from lips and I panted with initial arousal.
“It . . . it’s melting.” I whispered and he nodded.
He moved to the pop that I was holding in my hand, his tongue going to work like it was his craft. It moved around the head, cleaning the sides before his tongue began to run over where it had been dripping on my arm. It tickled and something about it was hotter than he normally was.
“Fuckit.” I whispered loudly, dropping the popsicle onto the carpet below.
My hands seized his sides and I muscled him to where his back was against the back of the couch. My legs tangled with his, pressing tightly against his body as I kissed him with all the force in my body. I forced my tongue to his mouth although he took it gladly and began to toy with his tongue, running over it much like the popsicle.
Title: Loving Is What I Got
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: PG-13? Nakedness, but not dirty nakedness... yet.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't rub it in. :(
Summary: What happens when the lights go down.
Word Count: 974
The room was silent and dark.
My hands brought the door to a gentle close behind me, listening to the door click behind me as softly as I could. I didn’t want to disturb the silence but the sound of the door rang through loud and clear.
“C-C-Colby?” I asked into the air and you’re no where to be found.
My hand moves gently to the light switch and I flip it up. I glance toward the dark space where the light should be coming from. It’s just as I expected, no power. I bite my lower lip gently as I allow the sigh to move through my body before exiting my mouth.
“I thought so.”
Stumbling through the living room, I look for your form, laying back on the couch. You aren’t. I look in the kitchen looking for you consuming the contents of the refrigerator. You aren’t.
“Colby? The power is out, Colby.” I whisper harshly.
I hate the dark and you know that. I don’t have a particularly irrational fear of it. I just don’t like it. You know all this. “I know that you are home.” Your keys are on the kitchen counter as I put mine beside them, kicking my shoes off beside your flip flops.
The room lights suddenly with the lightening from outside and I jump in shock. I do have an irrational fear of storms. I knew that the driving rain would catch up with us and with that a larger storm would come, I didn’t know it would knock out our power.
I ease out of my soaking wet jacket and I wish you were helping me out of my dripping wet clothes. I stripped from my jacket, jeans and tee shirt. The cold air catches my skin and it causes shivers to press its way over my body.
I go to look for you. Our apartment seems much larger in the dark when I have to dodge the darkness as well as the obstacles on the ground.
“Army?” Why won’t you answer me? I asked myself as I move toward your bedroom. I press a shoulder against the door, knocking twice before pressing it open. You aren’t in there and now I’m a little more confused.
I wheel back, not closing the door after myself. I run a hand over my cold, wet chest and shiver once more as thunder shakes the house. I move toward the door of my bedroom and I notice something.
I heard a giggle then a shuffle of feet, a soft yellow glow coming from the door of my bedroom. I move closer to it, hearing the straining of springs and I begin to turn the doorknob slowly. What I see before me causes my jaw to slacken and my eyes widen.
There you are, clad in nothing but what you are born in and laying back on my bed. My room is clean, well, at least everything is pushed to one side and candles are filling the room with a glow.
“You . . . ”
You grin, a crooked and completely untamed grin. I love that about you. When you smile, it’s not kind of, it isn’t a little bit. When you smile, everyone smiles with you because of how much you smile.
“Me?” You ask as if I am accusing you of something.
“I thought that . . . ”
“The lightening storm ate me?”
“I hate you.” But I love you.
“I’m not sure that is true.”
Well, aren’t you a cocky little bastard.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
I glare at you, my hand scraping through the smooth blonde hair that is still wet around my face. I shake my head. “It is.”
“Well, I know one part of you that does not hate me.” You nod toward me and I know exactly what part of me you are talking about.
The light blue fabric of my boxers is visibly strained from arousal even in the dim light of the candles. Even you can see that from where you are amongst my pillows and blankets.
“Now, do you hate me?” Your grin is even wider now and I know that I can’t fight exactly what my body is telling me. I move closer to my bed, moving onto it with you very slowly. My body is above yours, first between your knees, then moving up slowly. I allow my lips to lay upon your skin and moving up your pale body as I do.
“Why’d you do this?” I asked softly, kissing the soft spot between your shoulder and neck. My teeth scratch against your soft skin and I feel you push more toward me. Your erection is evident through the lack of clothing.
“I-I love you. And I want you to see that.” I laugh softly at the softness in your voice now that we are bare skin on bare skin.
“Is that a Christmas candle?” I ask curiously, glancing at the candle sitting on my night stand.
“Just shut up.” You reply, not in bad nature but a bit frustrated.
“No, really. Why’d you really do this?” I whispered, hands sweeping gently over your soft skin. Your mouth is pressed against my shoulder, your breath burning hot.
“Fine. I know you’re afraid of storms. I figured, when the power went out, being with me would help you.”
The softness in your voice was touching and I smiled softly as I sucked on the soft skin. Then, the lights flickered, once, twice then turned on. The storm was still raging but it was probably passing and the world was going to come back to life. I look down at your face, then smirk slightly. I get to my feet, moving to the light switch and quickly flick it off before joining you again.
“You always help me.” I reply to you and kiss you deeply.
My hands brought the door to a gentle close behind me, listening to the door click behind me as softly as I could. I didn’t want to disturb the silence but the sound of the door rang through loud and clear.
“C-C-Colby?” I asked into the air and you’re no where to be found.
My hand moves gently to the light switch and I flip it up. I glance toward the dark space where the light should be coming from. It’s just as I expected, no power. I bite my lower lip gently as I allow the sigh to move through my body before exiting my mouth.
“I thought so.”
Stumbling through the living room, I look for your form, laying back on the couch. You aren’t. I look in the kitchen looking for you consuming the contents of the refrigerator. You aren’t.
“Colby? The power is out, Colby.” I whisper harshly.
I hate the dark and you know that. I don’t have a particularly irrational fear of it. I just don’t like it. You know all this. “I know that you are home.” Your keys are on the kitchen counter as I put mine beside them, kicking my shoes off beside your flip flops.
The room lights suddenly with the lightening from outside and I jump in shock. I do have an irrational fear of storms. I knew that the driving rain would catch up with us and with that a larger storm would come, I didn’t know it would knock out our power.
I ease out of my soaking wet jacket and I wish you were helping me out of my dripping wet clothes. I stripped from my jacket, jeans and tee shirt. The cold air catches my skin and it causes shivers to press its way over my body.
I go to look for you. Our apartment seems much larger in the dark when I have to dodge the darkness as well as the obstacles on the ground.
“Army?” Why won’t you answer me? I asked myself as I move toward your bedroom. I press a shoulder against the door, knocking twice before pressing it open. You aren’t in there and now I’m a little more confused.
I wheel back, not closing the door after myself. I run a hand over my cold, wet chest and shiver once more as thunder shakes the house. I move toward the door of my bedroom and I notice something.
I heard a giggle then a shuffle of feet, a soft yellow glow coming from the door of my bedroom. I move closer to it, hearing the straining of springs and I begin to turn the doorknob slowly. What I see before me causes my jaw to slacken and my eyes widen.
There you are, clad in nothing but what you are born in and laying back on my bed. My room is clean, well, at least everything is pushed to one side and candles are filling the room with a glow.
“You . . . ”
You grin, a crooked and completely untamed grin. I love that about you. When you smile, it’s not kind of, it isn’t a little bit. When you smile, everyone smiles with you because of how much you smile.
“Me?” You ask as if I am accusing you of something.
“I thought that . . . ”
“The lightening storm ate me?”
“I hate you.” But I love you.
“I’m not sure that is true.”
Well, aren’t you a cocky little bastard.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
I glare at you, my hand scraping through the smooth blonde hair that is still wet around my face. I shake my head. “It is.”
“Well, I know one part of you that does not hate me.” You nod toward me and I know exactly what part of me you are talking about.
The light blue fabric of my boxers is visibly strained from arousal even in the dim light of the candles. Even you can see that from where you are amongst my pillows and blankets.
“Now, do you hate me?” Your grin is even wider now and I know that I can’t fight exactly what my body is telling me. I move closer to my bed, moving onto it with you very slowly. My body is above yours, first between your knees, then moving up slowly. I allow my lips to lay upon your skin and moving up your pale body as I do.
“Why’d you do this?” I asked softly, kissing the soft spot between your shoulder and neck. My teeth scratch against your soft skin and I feel you push more toward me. Your erection is evident through the lack of clothing.
“I-I love you. And I want you to see that.” I laugh softly at the softness in your voice now that we are bare skin on bare skin.
“Is that a Christmas candle?” I ask curiously, glancing at the candle sitting on my night stand.
“Just shut up.” You reply, not in bad nature but a bit frustrated.
“No, really. Why’d you really do this?” I whispered, hands sweeping gently over your soft skin. Your mouth is pressed against my shoulder, your breath burning hot.
“Fine. I know you’re afraid of storms. I figured, when the power went out, being with me would help you.”
The softness in your voice was touching and I smiled softly as I sucked on the soft skin. Then, the lights flickered, once, twice then turned on. The storm was still raging but it was probably passing and the world was going to come back to life. I look down at your face, then smirk slightly. I get to my feet, moving to the light switch and quickly flick it off before joining you again.
“You always help me.” I reply to you and kiss you deeply.
Title: Lying for a Purpose
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not ever.
Summary: Could things just fall apart so easily?
Word Count: 852
I walked across the solid oak floors. Despite my best attempt to not allow my eyes to wander, I looked toward the clock over the oven. A sickness fell over me like a sheet and it mixed with my worry. The room spun as my head ached and stomach lurched. My recent concussion had left me completely out of it, dazed and sickly.
It was three in the morning. I had been fitfully sleeping just an hour ago, drowsy but not completely out. It had been the sound of sandals against the floor and the shutting of two doors, a bedroom and then the front one, that had grabbed my attention from sleep to what was going on. Shane, my boyfriend of three months, seemingly disappeared into the dark of night.
I had heard a jingle of keys before he disappeared. Where would one go at two in the morning? I had a sickened and knowing feeling where someone would sneak out and go to in the early morning hours. But why would he be cheating on me?
We got along great. Okay, so we argued. A lot. But we got along great in the broad scheme of things. And on top of that, the sex was to die for. My knees quivered and I sank to the couch, my head resting in my hands for a moment.
“Call him again.” I whispered to myself, reaching for my cell phone once more.
The first two times I called it rang hopelessly, with no answer from him. I hit the numbers with ease and cradled the phone against my face. One ring. Answer the phone, Endo. Two rings. He’s not gonna answer. Three rings.
“Well, what the fu--” I began saying to myself.
“Colby?”
“Shane ” I exclaimed at his questioning tone.
I could hear voices in the background but they were indistinct.
“Where are you?”
His pause was so immediate I thought he was considering hanging up on me. The voices were low in the background, like they were trying to hush..
“Um, I, nowhere.”
“You’re -somewhere-.”
“No, Colb. I’m not. Don’t worry about it.”
My face flushed. Don’t worry about it?
“Are you cheating on me? ” The words burst from my stomach, from where all the jealousy is stored inside of me.
“Colby. Shh. Just shh.”
“You are ” The accusing tone in my voice startled even me. It was brutal.
“I’m not. Don’t say that so loudly. You are going to work yourself. You have to be careful with the concussion.”
I suddenly felt both drained and like I was going to break down in tears. My shoulders heaved as I took a sharp intake of breath.
“I can’t believe you are going to end it this way.” Then I hung up on him.
My head leaned in my hands, calming my breathing and trying to settle my mind. He called twice back to back. I couldn’t talk to him. I was completely astonished. He had cheated on me.
I wondered if he would come to get his stuff and go find another apartment. Or would he try to play it off as normal? Or would he try to force me out of the apartment? All the possible scenarios ran their way across my brain as I sat folded on the couch. It wasn’t until I heard hushed voices and footsteps up my stairs that I felt sickened again. He cheated on me and now he is going to just waltz right into our apartment?
The key entered the lock with some fumbling on his part, the lock turning over and then swinging open. I didn’t look at the door. I didn’t look away from my hands. He sure was ballsy, wasn’t he?
“Colb. I’ve got a surprise for you.” I scoffed.
Not much of a surprise that you are cheating on me, is it? I thought to myself. The door was still open as he walked in and then toward me. I shrank away, trying to avoid him.
“Please.”
“You sure have some nerve.”
He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. He was older, taller and solider. I felt my body against his and felt betrayed by the warmth that spread through me. He hauled on my hands again and I glared at him.
“Just. Fine. Come in.”
He called and pulled me to look at the door. Who the hell would he dare bring here? After he cheated on me...
After . . . “Mom Dad ” My jaw dropped, hell, it almost hit the floor.
“Yeah. Your Mom and Dad.” He said pointedly, looking toward me.
“I asked them to come and I picked them up at the airport,” he said to me.
“W...Why?”
“You haven’t been feeling well. You’ve been all depressed.”
I bear hugged him, my arms around his waist. I pulled away a second later sheepishly, a bit embarrassed in front of my parents of my affection for the man I loved. I hugged my mother and father, glancing at Endo thankfully.
He would never cheat to me, but sometimes he had to lie a little bit.
It was three in the morning. I had been fitfully sleeping just an hour ago, drowsy but not completely out. It had been the sound of sandals against the floor and the shutting of two doors, a bedroom and then the front one, that had grabbed my attention from sleep to what was going on. Shane, my boyfriend of three months, seemingly disappeared into the dark of night.
I had heard a jingle of keys before he disappeared. Where would one go at two in the morning? I had a sickened and knowing feeling where someone would sneak out and go to in the early morning hours. But why would he be cheating on me?
We got along great. Okay, so we argued. A lot. But we got along great in the broad scheme of things. And on top of that, the sex was to die for. My knees quivered and I sank to the couch, my head resting in my hands for a moment.
“Call him again.” I whispered to myself, reaching for my cell phone once more.
The first two times I called it rang hopelessly, with no answer from him. I hit the numbers with ease and cradled the phone against my face. One ring. Answer the phone, Endo. Two rings. He’s not gonna answer. Three rings.
“Well, what the fu--” I began saying to myself.
“Colby?”
“Shane ” I exclaimed at his questioning tone.
I could hear voices in the background but they were indistinct.
“Where are you?”
His pause was so immediate I thought he was considering hanging up on me. The voices were low in the background, like they were trying to hush..
“Um, I, nowhere.”
“You’re -somewhere-.”
“No, Colb. I’m not. Don’t worry about it.”
My face flushed. Don’t worry about it?
“Are you cheating on me? ” The words burst from my stomach, from where all the jealousy is stored inside of me.
“Colby. Shh. Just shh.”
“You are ” The accusing tone in my voice startled even me. It was brutal.
“I’m not. Don’t say that so loudly. You are going to work yourself. You have to be careful with the concussion.”
I suddenly felt both drained and like I was going to break down in tears. My shoulders heaved as I took a sharp intake of breath.
“I can’t believe you are going to end it this way.” Then I hung up on him.
My head leaned in my hands, calming my breathing and trying to settle my mind. He called twice back to back. I couldn’t talk to him. I was completely astonished. He had cheated on me.
I wondered if he would come to get his stuff and go find another apartment. Or would he try to play it off as normal? Or would he try to force me out of the apartment? All the possible scenarios ran their way across my brain as I sat folded on the couch. It wasn’t until I heard hushed voices and footsteps up my stairs that I felt sickened again. He cheated on me and now he is going to just waltz right into our apartment?
The key entered the lock with some fumbling on his part, the lock turning over and then swinging open. I didn’t look at the door. I didn’t look away from my hands. He sure was ballsy, wasn’t he?
“Colb. I’ve got a surprise for you.” I scoffed.
Not much of a surprise that you are cheating on me, is it? I thought to myself. The door was still open as he walked in and then toward me. I shrank away, trying to avoid him.
“Please.”
“You sure have some nerve.”
He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. He was older, taller and solider. I felt my body against his and felt betrayed by the warmth that spread through me. He hauled on my hands again and I glared at him.
“Just. Fine. Come in.”
He called and pulled me to look at the door. Who the hell would he dare bring here? After he cheated on me...
After . . . “Mom Dad ” My jaw dropped, hell, it almost hit the floor.
“Yeah. Your Mom and Dad.” He said pointedly, looking toward me.
“I asked them to come and I picked them up at the airport,” he said to me.
“W...Why?”
“You haven’t been feeling well. You’ve been all depressed.”
I bear hugged him, my arms around his waist. I pulled away a second later sheepishly, a bit embarrassed in front of my parents of my affection for the man I loved. I hugged my mother and father, glancing at Endo thankfully.
He would never cheat to me, but sometimes he had to lie a little bit.
Title: When We Are Apart
Pairing: Colby Armstrong / Shane Endicott
Rating: G.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t own. Don’t make profit. Just don’t have anything else to do at 1:26AM.
Summary: Nothing is colder than the other side of the mattress when you want someone fill it.
Word Count: 611
The light above the goal flashes. The crowd jumps to their feet. Everything is blaring as I jump into the glass. All tied up with .5 seconds left. I lean against the glass with my arms raised and he jumps up into them.
I can feel the softness of him against me as he hugs me full on. Game 7 of the last of round of the playoffs. I scored! I tied it up! The pass from him across the ice was a beautiful one. He snagged it at our end of the ice and pushed his way through the traffic with ease. His blonde hair stuck out around his helmet as he rushed his way down the ice. The forwards and then the defense seemed to simply crumble at his feet.
I was too busy admiring the way he moved to realize the puck was making its way to me. Then I felt it hit my stick. With little effort, I toss it in toward the net. The goalie had expected Endo to shoot. Maybe he is mesmerized by him as well. Then that light. The crowd. And his arms.
"Endo. Endo. I love you. You are amazing." We smack our face masks together in what would be a kiss of pure passion off the ice. No one hears our words. No one would care. We still have a chance at the Cup! The Wilkes-Barre Scranton jersey has never felt lighter then when I skate back to the bench and high five my entire team. The first line heads out and all it takes is a draw and we are going into overtime.
Our dreams are not over . . . we still have a chance. Endo has an arm around me on the bench and is holding me against him. His eyes are soft on my face and a grin is across his face much like it is mine. "You are amazing. I love you." I toss and a loud buzzing noise is in my head.
I jump up and the harsh reality crashes around me. I'm not a Wilkes-Barre Scranton Penguin anymore, I am a Pittsburgh Penguin. That noise isn't the sound of the crowd or the buzzer going into overtime. That is my alarm clock telling me to face another day. And I'm not in the arms of Endo. I'm alone in a cold bed. The space next to me has not been filled for nearly a month. Since Endo left to go back to Japan.
Every day I was learning to cope with him not being here, but it was moments like this where it hit me all over again. I felt a sob work its way through my body and I curled back into my sheets. He would come home eventually. But the emptiness of him being away was unbearable. I tossed slightly again and felt the coldness of where his body would be. He would fill it someday. Everyday. I would fall asleep and he'd be there. I would wake up and he would be there.
My eyes shut tight, but they brimmed with tears. Someday, he would be back. I tried to lull myself back to sleep but I couldn’t. I needed to hear his voice. The phone rang before I could even sit up. I picked it up quickly and before I could even greet him, he was talking.
"Sorry to call so late... early... whichever. I was just trying to fall asleep and I had the best dream and needed to hear your voice. I miss you."
A smile curled onto my face as I lay down in bed.
"I miss you too, Endo."
I can feel the softness of him against me as he hugs me full on. Game 7 of the last of round of the playoffs. I scored! I tied it up! The pass from him across the ice was a beautiful one. He snagged it at our end of the ice and pushed his way through the traffic with ease. His blonde hair stuck out around his helmet as he rushed his way down the ice. The forwards and then the defense seemed to simply crumble at his feet.
I was too busy admiring the way he moved to realize the puck was making its way to me. Then I felt it hit my stick. With little effort, I toss it in toward the net. The goalie had expected Endo to shoot. Maybe he is mesmerized by him as well. Then that light. The crowd. And his arms.
"Endo. Endo. I love you. You are amazing." We smack our face masks together in what would be a kiss of pure passion off the ice. No one hears our words. No one would care. We still have a chance at the Cup! The Wilkes-Barre Scranton jersey has never felt lighter then when I skate back to the bench and high five my entire team. The first line heads out and all it takes is a draw and we are going into overtime.
Our dreams are not over . . . we still have a chance. Endo has an arm around me on the bench and is holding me against him. His eyes are soft on my face and a grin is across his face much like it is mine. "You are amazing. I love you." I toss and a loud buzzing noise is in my head.
I jump up and the harsh reality crashes around me. I'm not a Wilkes-Barre Scranton Penguin anymore, I am a Pittsburgh Penguin. That noise isn't the sound of the crowd or the buzzer going into overtime. That is my alarm clock telling me to face another day. And I'm not in the arms of Endo. I'm alone in a cold bed. The space next to me has not been filled for nearly a month. Since Endo left to go back to Japan.
Every day I was learning to cope with him not being here, but it was moments like this where it hit me all over again. I felt a sob work its way through my body and I curled back into my sheets. He would come home eventually. But the emptiness of him being away was unbearable. I tossed slightly again and felt the coldness of where his body would be. He would fill it someday. Everyday. I would fall asleep and he'd be there. I would wake up and he would be there.
My eyes shut tight, but they brimmed with tears. Someday, he would be back. I tried to lull myself back to sleep but I couldn’t. I needed to hear his voice. The phone rang before I could even sit up. I picked it up quickly and before I could even greet him, he was talking.
"Sorry to call so late... early... whichever. I was just trying to fall asleep and I had the best dream and needed to hear your voice. I miss you."
A smile curled onto my face as I lay down in bed.
"I miss you too, Endo."
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:54 am (UTC)aren't they though??
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:23 pm (UTC)That they are. I nearly died laughing so hard when I watched Chasing the Dream.
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:54 pm (UTC)That he is, but so is Endo.:]
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Date: 2008-06-17 03:25 am (UTC)I miss Army too... the last time I saw him I told him to steal cookies from his little brother... :]
and glaaad you liked them!
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:05 am (UTC)I watch Chasing the Dream like.. at least two or three times a week. They make me laughhhhh so much!
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:12 am (UTC)Haha, I always show my friends the clips on youtube. They are hilarious.
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:16 am (UTC)The videos are actually how I became a Pens fan. After I started going to BabySharks games, I found out that Riley had a brother that played, so I google'd him and came across the Chasing the Dream videos... pretty much instantly ♥'d him then began following the Pens and fell in love with the whole team.
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:51 am (UTC)That is a pretty awesome story on becoming a Pens fan. I hooked my friend on Colby after the Chasing the Dream videos then he got traded :(
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:57 am (UTC)he'll be back soon. i will make him go back soon. he'll be a penguin once more.
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:34 am (UTC)I want Colby back here.
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Date: 2008-06-17 03:00 pm (UTC)I knoowwww. He's such a great addition to the team. He's a quality player and person.
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Date: 2008-06-18 04:22 am (UTC)He is a great person and player. He's always so nice to all the fans.
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:06 am (UTC)Yeah, as someone whose OTP stands on the verge of imminent breakup, I guess I have to sympathize. Sid and Hoss ARE pretty mutually beneficial too, though - and I always think that has to drive a relationship. ;)
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:13 am (UTC)I like the Marlies, but I'm not nuts about them. But it's fun getting to see the other teams too.
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:22 am (UTC)Or did you just meet everybody going to team events?
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Date: 2008-11-05 05:33 am (UTC)The last three were my faves. Loving is What I Got got me all happy and essssiiited!
Colby thinking he was being cheated on was hilar. Adorable little boy!
Awesome job. Very cute. I can only write Endo dark... :[
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Date: 2008-11-10 01:26 am (UTC)Colby is faaabulousss<3333.
And I like cheerful but dopey Endo, haha.