2minsforslashing | Part 3 (Reply)

Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 2)
Rating: overall, NC-17
Team: Minnesota Wild James Sheppard/Niklas Backstrom
Summary: James is rookied and Niklas gets pissed. Almost rape/mentions of rape.
Disclamer: I wish I did own them, but I dont. Life isnt fair sometimes.
Note: This takes place during the 2007/08 season. No real set time.

James opened the basement door of the Hendrikson’s home, flippin the light on as he bounded down the stairs. He’d been in the house for three full hours and could already feel two new bruises forming on his back and right side. Those kids were violent when they thought the situation called for it.

He reached the bottom and threw his suit case in the general direction of the closet. He flipped on the computer and folded himself into a desk chair.

Forty-eight hours ago, he wouldn’t have been smiling broadly. Forty-eight hours ago, he’d dread to be alone. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He flipped it open to read the text message.

R u home yet?

James smiled more brightly.

Yep. R u? I was ataked

Yes. By who?

A 3 & 5 year old

Haha

The conversation continued as James read his e-mails, ate dinner, and helped Darby do the dishes.

Going 2 bed now

Goodnight my James

Night nik!

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James sat straight up, unconsciously biting his lips to keep from crying out. He was panting heavily and shaking. He reached out blindly, hopping to hit a warm, preferably Finnish, body. There wasn’t one. Nik! Where was his Nik?

At home.

James pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. Niklas had slept with him for one night and he already had James reaching out for him.

He fumbled with phone on the nightstand.

When he found it, he sent a text message to the goalie. Niklas probably wouldn’t get it until he got up, but James was sure he’d get his attention.

He curled back into a ball under his blankets, knowing he couldn’t fall asleep, but thinking resting his eyes wouldn’t hurt anything.

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Niklas got out of bed that morning at exactly 7:15, like he did every morning. He grabbed his cell off his bedside table as he walked into his kitchen, thinking about sending a “good morning” message to his boyfriend. He realized he had a text message and flipped the phone open to read it. He dropped both eggs in his hand when he read it.

Where r u? Had nightmare. Need u.