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AN: I forgot to post these here, hmm. This is part one of four(?) Inspired by an article about Mr. Osgood somehow FORGETTING his freaking SHOES when he and Nick were in Hollywood after they won the Cup.
Title: Shoe Thief
Pairing: Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom(RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: PG (?)
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: Ozzie can't find his shoes and he has to go to a movie premiere, oh noez!
Chris groaned and rolled over in the wide bed, squinting up at the warm figure hovering above,” What d’you want?”
Nick grinned down at the muzzy sound of the goalie’s voice. Chris was clearly still mostly asleep,” I just wanted to say goodbye before I headed out.”
“Don’t leave.” Oz pulled his captain down onto the bed,” Want you to stay out here with me.”
“ I have to go back for the awards, you know that.”
“Am I not more important than your bajillionth Norris trophy?” Chris grumped, scrunching under the blankets.
“Of course you are, you know that. But I still have to be there.” Nick kissed Chris’ forehead,” I’ll see you when you get back.”
“No you won’t. You’re going to Sweden remember?”
“Oh. Right. I’ll see you in a few weeks then.” Nick chewed his lip in consternation.
“At least give me a proper goodbye kiss,” Ozzie pleaded, holding out both arms.
Nick allowed the goalie to catch him in a fierce hug and returned it with fervor before pulling back and giving him a sweet lingering kiss,” I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you too,” Chris replied, curling back into his warm nest and smiling sleepily at Nick,” Love you.”
“Love you too sweetheart,” Nick answered, dropping a last kiss on Ozzie’s forehead before heading out the door. Oz rolled back over and sighed. It wasn’t that he hated the off-season, he just…really missed his lover during the summer. He squished his pillow back into position and tried to go back to sleep without thinking of the long weeks before Nick would be back in his bed.
“God damn it to hell, I know I packed the damned things…wore ‘em yesterday for cryin’ out loud.” Chris dumped his suitcase out onto his bed and rummaged frantically. Nope. The shoes were gone. ~Nick~ The bastard. Had he taken them on purpose? Chris thought not. That wasn’t Nick’s style. It was more likely he’d just picked them up and thrown them into his bag without thinking. Didn’t make Oz’s plight any better though, even if that was the case.
~Fuck it. I’ll just go buy another pair.~ He didn’t have time to keep hunting, nor could he go to the Christless premiere in his worn-out Adidas. He plunked down on the edge of the bed with a sigh and picked up the phone to dial the front desk.
“They fit, they’re shiny, I’ll take ‘em,” he told the salesgirl. He’d grabbed the first appealing pair of men’s black formal shoes in his size, tried them on and was practically vibrating as she rang him through. He came close to actually throwing the Visa card at her but caught himself in time.
~I am waaayy too antsy for this shit right now.~ he thought, signing the slip and grabbing his bag and receipt. He went back to the hotel, snipped the price tags off, put the shoes on, put the jacket on, adjusted…adjusted…good to go.
He brushed imaginary lint off himself and sat down on the bed to clear his head. He thought of Nick and debated whether he should ever tell the other man about this, then realized he’d probably hear about it anyway. He ran a hand over his face with a sigh and got up to head down to the lobby. ~No need to be nervous, you’ve played in front of god knows how many strangers, this won’t be anything worse than that.~ But at least the attention was focused on the game instead of just him. Especially him with a very large, very silver, very shiny and very conspicuous sports trophy.
He thought of his lover again and smiled as he climbed out of the limo with the Cup. Having Nick walk the carpet with him would’ve made the experience so much better, because having his lover around was always a good thing. Shoe thievery and subsequent mad shopping dash notwithstanding, of course. Nick would pay, he thought, hoisting the Cup for the cameras. He just had to plot how best to make him do that.
Title: Shoe Thief
Pairing: Chris Osgood/Nick Lidstrom(RPS Detroit Red Wings)
Rating: PG (?)
Disclaimer: The following is a work of not for profit fiction and no insult or assumption is implied by the use of the names of the persons therein. Read- It's just for fun and NOT REAL, no matter how fun the pictures would be.
Summary: Ozzie can't find his shoes and he has to go to a movie premiere, oh noez!
Chris groaned and rolled over in the wide bed, squinting up at the warm figure hovering above,” What d’you want?”
Nick grinned down at the muzzy sound of the goalie’s voice. Chris was clearly still mostly asleep,” I just wanted to say goodbye before I headed out.”
“Don’t leave.” Oz pulled his captain down onto the bed,” Want you to stay out here with me.”
“ I have to go back for the awards, you know that.”
“Am I not more important than your bajillionth Norris trophy?” Chris grumped, scrunching under the blankets.
“Of course you are, you know that. But I still have to be there.” Nick kissed Chris’ forehead,” I’ll see you when you get back.”
“No you won’t. You’re going to Sweden remember?”
“Oh. Right. I’ll see you in a few weeks then.” Nick chewed his lip in consternation.
“At least give me a proper goodbye kiss,” Ozzie pleaded, holding out both arms.
Nick allowed the goalie to catch him in a fierce hug and returned it with fervor before pulling back and giving him a sweet lingering kiss,” I’ll miss you.”
“Miss you too,” Chris replied, curling back into his warm nest and smiling sleepily at Nick,” Love you.”
“Love you too sweetheart,” Nick answered, dropping a last kiss on Ozzie’s forehead before heading out the door. Oz rolled back over and sighed. It wasn’t that he hated the off-season, he just…really missed his lover during the summer. He squished his pillow back into position and tried to go back to sleep without thinking of the long weeks before Nick would be back in his bed.
“God damn it to hell, I know I packed the damned things…wore ‘em yesterday for cryin’ out loud.” Chris dumped his suitcase out onto his bed and rummaged frantically. Nope. The shoes were gone. ~Nick~ The bastard. Had he taken them on purpose? Chris thought not. That wasn’t Nick’s style. It was more likely he’d just picked them up and thrown them into his bag without thinking. Didn’t make Oz’s plight any better though, even if that was the case.
~Fuck it. I’ll just go buy another pair.~ He didn’t have time to keep hunting, nor could he go to the Christless premiere in his worn-out Adidas. He plunked down on the edge of the bed with a sigh and picked up the phone to dial the front desk.
“They fit, they’re shiny, I’ll take ‘em,” he told the salesgirl. He’d grabbed the first appealing pair of men’s black formal shoes in his size, tried them on and was practically vibrating as she rang him through. He came close to actually throwing the Visa card at her but caught himself in time.
~I am waaayy too antsy for this shit right now.~ he thought, signing the slip and grabbing his bag and receipt. He went back to the hotel, snipped the price tags off, put the shoes on, put the jacket on, adjusted…adjusted…good to go.
He brushed imaginary lint off himself and sat down on the bed to clear his head. He thought of Nick and debated whether he should ever tell the other man about this, then realized he’d probably hear about it anyway. He ran a hand over his face with a sigh and got up to head down to the lobby. ~No need to be nervous, you’ve played in front of god knows how many strangers, this won’t be anything worse than that.~ But at least the attention was focused on the game instead of just him. Especially him with a very large, very silver, very shiny and very conspicuous sports trophy.
He thought of his lover again and smiled as he climbed out of the limo with the Cup. Having Nick walk the carpet with him would’ve made the experience so much better, because having his lover around was always a good thing. Shoe thievery and subsequent mad shopping dash notwithstanding, of course. Nick would pay, he thought, hoisting the Cup for the cameras. He just had to plot how best to make him do that.