On the radio

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Title: On the radio
Pairing: Marc Savard/Vladimir Sobotka
Time: October 2008
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Marc does his weekly radio interview. Or tries to.
Disclaimer: A fictional story written solely for entertainment purposes. 
 

The mobile phone on the bedstand buzzed, and Marc snapped awake, grabbing it as fast as he could. "Yeah," he said, softly. "Good morning, Marc. Fifteen minutes." "Thanks," he snapped the phone shut and glanced at the lithe yet muscular body lying next to his, hoping Vladimir hadn't woken up. Damn. Vladdie was stirring. He turned his head toward Marc, cracked open one disgruntled blue eye, then slid out of bed and groaned his way to the bathroom. He returned moments later, crawled back into bed, curled into a ball under the blankets, and jammed a pillow over his head. To say Vladimir Sobotka was not a morning person was putting it mildly. Marc used the bathroom himself, then picked up the cell phone and set it to vibrate. He held it in his hand, waiting, listening as Vladdie's breathing slowed and deepened. The phone vibrated. "Yeah?" he answered. "You're coming up next, Marc. Ready?" "Yup," he said quietly, listening to the intro as the radio hosts spoke of the Bruins' upcoming homestand. "And now the play-making center of the Bruins, Marc Savard. How are you, Marc?" "Just fine," he said. "Ready to play some home games." The host asked the predictable questions and Marc answered them predictably, half his mind wandering as he watched the blankets next to him rise and fall. "And how about Sobotka?" the host asked. "Sobotka?" Marc squeaked, jolted out of his reverie. "What was that?" "I said, how's Sobotka doing? Looked like he took a pretty hard shot the other night." "Um, fine, I guess," Marc replied, as Vladdie lifted the pillow and looked up at the sound of his name. "I mean, I guess we'll find out at practice today. If he's there, I mean. If he's OK. I guess. We'll find out." Vladdie's lips twitched. He slid over and slipped an arm around Marc's ribs, then nuzzled his neck, sticking his tongue out to lick the skin just under his ear. Savvy shuddered.  "... scary moment the other night?" the host was saying.  "I'm sorry?" Marc tried to push Vladimir away with one hand, but the young Czech clung stubbornly to his side and started finger-walking his right hand down Marc's chest.  "I said, it was kind of a scary moment against the Penguins the other night. Something personal going on? Matt Cooke gets himself a suspension for trying to high-stick you, then you fought with Crosby." Savvy laughed, his voice hollow, as Vladdie's fingers crept closer to his crotch. "I wouldn't call that much of a fight. More like a scuffle. I'm not a fighter, that's for SURE!" The final word exploded from his lips as Sobotka's hand gripped his cock. Marc reached out with his right hand and grabbed a fistful of Vladimir's hair.  "Owowowow," Vladdie whispered. Marc tightened his hold until Sobotka let go, then smacked him in the head for good measure. Vladdie rubbed his head and tried to scowl at Marc, then snorted laughter, clapping his hand over his mouth.  "What's that you said, Marc?"  "Sorry, bad connection," Savard said, glaring at Sobotka, who buried his face in the mattress, shoulders shaking. "I said I'm not much of a fighter." I'm a lover. He resisted the horrible urge to say it out loud, biting back the laughter that was bubbling in his chest. "Just trying to protect myself. That's what this game is all about, you know. Respect. Young players gotta respect their elders, even a star like Sidney."  Vladimir looked up and pouted, almost sending Marc into hysterics.  "Well, good luck to you and the Bruins, especially on your big western road trip. We'll talk to you when you get back." "Thanks, talk to you next week." Marc snapped the phone shut and dropped it on the floor, then turned to Vladimir. "I oughta kill you!" he shouted, even as Vladdie collapsed in uncontrollable giggles. "No, Savvy, you got to go to practice, and see if I'm OK!" Vladimir rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, squeezing out tears as his body shook with laughter.  "Aaarrrggghhhhh...." Marc said, dropping his head back onto the pillow. "Next time I volunteer for PR duty, just stop me, OK?" "OK," Vladimir said happily, rolling out of bed and casting about for his clothes. "Breakfast now, then practice, then... " he cocked his head, giving Marc that look that he found downright irresistable. "We come home, and you turn off that phone."

Comments

[brylinmoygyeroy.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee I love it!! So cute!!!
I'm new up here to Bruins territory so I've been watching them and goodness, Vladdie is quite the irresistible cutie. You wrote this very well! I love this mischief.

"Marc reached out with his right hand and grabbed a fistful of Vladimir's hair.
"Owowowow," Vladdie whispered. Marc tightened his hold until Sobotka let go, then smacked him in the head for good measure. Vladdie rubbed his head and tried to scowl at Marc, then snorted laughter, clapping his hand over his mouth." That part, for whatever reason, had me laughing so hard! I can so see it happening!

Great job! Write more!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I could certainly see it happening myself. ;-)

[ljhockey.livejournal.com]

Aww...this was very sweet. Cute, but not too cheesy. Just the right balance!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much. Fluffy/funny/cute can be a real challenge sometimes, so I'm really glad you liked it, and glad you let me know. :-)

[kelles.livejournal.com]

I loved this. It was so funny, cute, and sweet.

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. :-)

[cpexplosion.livejournal.com]

Haha, cute =P Naughty naughty Vladdie XD

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Naughty indeed! ;-) Thanks for the comment!

[jennyagain.livejournal.com]

i love sobotka pushing savvy's buttons, love the mix between savvy's usual clichéd answers and the spontaneity brought on by sobotka's teasing (and mere irresistible presence). these two - all happy & domestic, nnngh - are wicked sweet.

someday sobotka is going to be recalled, right? and i'll get to know him like i've gotten to know savvy and looch and krech and thorny and then i'll fall in love for real, right? promise me!

[savvyfan.livejournal.com]

Oh, for sure. Hockey is a war of attrition, and some forward will get hurt before too long (odd that it's been mostly defensemen lately). Vladdie can play either wing or center so his versatility helps. Meanwhile he's tearing up the AHL, scoring something like two points per game. He plays a very tenacious game - he's surprisingly strong despite his slight appearance and he's a real hitter and gets-his-nose-stuck-in kind of guy.

Glad you liked it. The more I write Vladdie, the more irresitible he gets. He really enjoys life tremendously. :-)