Welcome to Canada - Part 5
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2minsforslashingTitle: Welcome to Canada – Part 5 of a series
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: The day after…
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season.
For so long Timo has tried to deny the side of him that came out last night with Mario. He had enjoyed himself immensely, finally having an outlet here, but it shouldn’t have happened. Timo Pielmeier is not supposed to be gay. No, he is supposed to be as straight as the day is long. Besides, hadn’t the beatings his father had laid on him fixed his tendency to prefer the same sex?
Last night proved how mistaken he is. The alcohol had completely lowered his inhibitions and he allowed himself to recognize Mario as another young gay man like himself. Yet only Timo felt regret after the events of last night. Well, he doesn’t know if Mario felt that way but the brief glance Timo had allowed himself of the other man before running out tells him that Mario hadn’t expected this turn of events.
He doesn’t go back to his own billet’s home right away. At the moment Timo doesn’t want to be around anybody, doesn’t want to have people ask him questions. Most importantly he doesn’t want to think about what he did last night when he let Mario fuck him. Doesn’t want to admit that he wants it again, as many times as he can.
As Timo wanders through the streets he finds himself standing before one of the many churches that dot the city of St. John’s. Normally he’s not a religious person but he feels the need to go down on his knees and pray for forgiveness for his thoughts and actions. No, not the forgiveness of God in Heaven, but the forgiveness of his father.
Trying the door of the Catholic church Timo finds it open so he lets himself in. Finding a small chapel alcove he gets down on his knees and lets himself cry, thankful for the solitude in the church building.
* * * * *
Unable to get back to sleep Mario pulls himself out of bed and starts pulling his bedding off so he can wash the sheets and get rid of all evidence that he and Timo had sex last night. He even opens the bedroom window so he can air the room out a bit, the scent of sex hanging in the air still.
He goes about his work with a grim look on his face, clenching his jaw to keep from yelling out in his frustration. Last night had been so good with Timo, better than he’d expected it would be. There is no way in his mind that Timo doesn’t like being with men, but there is something there that makes the young German regret his actions. Is there somebody else back in Degendorf? Or did Timo just use him for a quick bit of relief?
A couple times through the day Mario attempts to call Timo’s to see if the other man is doing alright. Really, he wants an honest answer but with constantly being told that Timo isn’t home Mario doesn’t know what to think. Perhaps Timo is home but just doesn’t want to talk to him?
Perhaps he will get a chance to talk to Timo privately at their skate tomorrow? Nothing too strenuous is planned, just a chance to get used to the ice under their skates again and the entire team is expected to attend. In the meantime though Mario tries not to think too heavily on what happened this morning, and once his bedding is clean he makes his bed and crawls back between the sheets. And before too long he is sound asleep yet again, his mind drifting to last night as he relives it and expands on it while leaving out Timo’s behaviour this morning.
One thing Mario does come to realize is how much the young goalie means to him. With how quickly he sank into depression, something Mario is unfortunately very familiar with, he knows that he is closely bound to Timo. And the rejection of this morning only serves to spiral Mario into darkness for the first time in ages. The last time he felt this badly was when his first ever boyfriend broke up with him, and he hates feeling like this. Hopefully he can pull himself out of it enough to fall flat on the ice tomorrow during the skate, or at least plaster a convincing enough fake smile on his face so that nobody asks him any questions.
Author: backiefan
Team: St. John's Fog Devils...at first...then Flyers/Sharks
Pairing: Mario Kempe/Timo Pielmeier
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, don't sue. All is fake as far as I know!
Summary: The day after…
Notes: I will bring in other teammates and other real people as the situation requires. Not beta’d. And so far the story takes place in the 2007-2008 season.
For so long Timo has tried to deny the side of him that came out last night with Mario. He had enjoyed himself immensely, finally having an outlet here, but it shouldn’t have happened. Timo Pielmeier is not supposed to be gay. No, he is supposed to be as straight as the day is long. Besides, hadn’t the beatings his father had laid on him fixed his tendency to prefer the same sex?
Last night proved how mistaken he is. The alcohol had completely lowered his inhibitions and he allowed himself to recognize Mario as another young gay man like himself. Yet only Timo felt regret after the events of last night. Well, he doesn’t know if Mario felt that way but the brief glance Timo had allowed himself of the other man before running out tells him that Mario hadn’t expected this turn of events.
He doesn’t go back to his own billet’s home right away. At the moment Timo doesn’t want to be around anybody, doesn’t want to have people ask him questions. Most importantly he doesn’t want to think about what he did last night when he let Mario fuck him. Doesn’t want to admit that he wants it again, as many times as he can.
As Timo wanders through the streets he finds himself standing before one of the many churches that dot the city of St. John’s. Normally he’s not a religious person but he feels the need to go down on his knees and pray for forgiveness for his thoughts and actions. No, not the forgiveness of God in Heaven, but the forgiveness of his father.
Trying the door of the Catholic church Timo finds it open so he lets himself in. Finding a small chapel alcove he gets down on his knees and lets himself cry, thankful for the solitude in the church building.
* * * * *
Unable to get back to sleep Mario pulls himself out of bed and starts pulling his bedding off so he can wash the sheets and get rid of all evidence that he and Timo had sex last night. He even opens the bedroom window so he can air the room out a bit, the scent of sex hanging in the air still.
He goes about his work with a grim look on his face, clenching his jaw to keep from yelling out in his frustration. Last night had been so good with Timo, better than he’d expected it would be. There is no way in his mind that Timo doesn’t like being with men, but there is something there that makes the young German regret his actions. Is there somebody else back in Degendorf? Or did Timo just use him for a quick bit of relief?
A couple times through the day Mario attempts to call Timo’s to see if the other man is doing alright. Really, he wants an honest answer but with constantly being told that Timo isn’t home Mario doesn’t know what to think. Perhaps Timo is home but just doesn’t want to talk to him?
Perhaps he will get a chance to talk to Timo privately at their skate tomorrow? Nothing too strenuous is planned, just a chance to get used to the ice under their skates again and the entire team is expected to attend. In the meantime though Mario tries not to think too heavily on what happened this morning, and once his bedding is clean he makes his bed and crawls back between the sheets. And before too long he is sound asleep yet again, his mind drifting to last night as he relives it and expands on it while leaving out Timo’s behaviour this morning.
One thing Mario does come to realize is how much the young goalie means to him. With how quickly he sank into depression, something Mario is unfortunately very familiar with, he knows that he is closely bound to Timo. And the rejection of this morning only serves to spiral Mario into darkness for the first time in ages. The last time he felt this badly was when his first ever boyfriend broke up with him, and he hates feeling like this. Hopefully he can pull himself out of it enough to fall flat on the ice tomorrow during the skate, or at least plaster a convincing enough fake smile on his face so that nobody asks him any questions.
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