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Title: Pass & Fake It (prt. 4)
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. Thanks to the guys who read. You three know who you are!

 

Niklas played as hard as he could during practice. He tried to ignore the sick feeling in his belly as he watched James, stickhandle, shoot, and pass. When coach finally blew the whistle and told everyone to get to the locker rooms, Niklas and Josh had to stay behind to help Derek, Mikko and Aaron.

 

Niklas finally walked through the tunnel, hoping he wouldn’t see James pressed against a wall while being violated by a half-witted defenseman. Instead he saw James sitting next to Kim Johnsson, a very good, very friendly, defenseman.

 

James looked up at him when he came in and gave him a huge smile. “Kim thinks we should get married.”

 

Niklas shifted his gaze unwillingly to the Swede.

 

“You made eyes at each other all time. You patted his belly and I knew. You watched him and the puck all practice. You cuuuute!”

 

“You and Mikko—”

 

“What about Kim and me? Finish ‘at,” Mikko had come in right behind him. Well, fuck. He’d been kidding anyway…

 

“Nothing. Ignore me.”

 

James waited very patiently for Niklas to shower and change, then they walked to Niklas’ car in silence.

 

“You want to go home, or you come wit me?”

 

“With you,” James blushed and looked at the tires, “always with you.”

 

“Come, my James,” Niklas gave him an uneasy smile, “we go eat, yes?”

 

James nodded.

 

They drove in silence. Niklas was too afraid to ask about the text and James was very nervous. Maybe Niklas was mad at him? Or he made him very sad.

 

Niklas pulled in front of Sakura 211.

 

“I need to ask about it. It made me feel very sick. It still makes me feel very sick,” Niklas stated, staring out the windshield.

 

“I…I’m sorry,” James reached over and pressed a hand to Niklas’ churning stomach, “I slept with you for one night and I wake up after one nightmare, and I wanted you there. I was so scared when you weren’t there. I wasn’t really awake when I sent that to you. I just really, really wanted to put my head in your neck, with your hand in my hair or just kiss you—”

 

Niklas leaned across the front seat and kissed him, trying to force everything he felt into a kiss, trying to give everything to James. His James.

 

“Oh,” James panted, “Oh that’s… oh.”

 

“Come, we go and feed ourselves, den you can go to my home and lay on me.”

 

“You’d make a lovely pillow. Actually, you’d make a lovely anything…”

 

As they walked through the doors, Niklas twisted their fingers together, then kissed the knuckles as they waited for a table.

 

“Niklas?” James said once they’d been seated and their orders had been taken.

 

“Yes, my James?”

 

“Why me?”

 

“Why you for what?”

 

“Why did you pick me?”

 

“James, my James, what do you mean?”

 

James laughed softly, “You could have damn near anyone on the team, hell, in the whole league, and you’re letting me be with you.”

 

“You, my James, make me feel dese tings I have never felt before. Never tought I could feel.”

 

“What?”

 

Niklas smiled brightly at him. “The very first time I saw you, you were a picture of a 17-year-old on a projector screen. You made my breat catch in my troat.”

 

James blushed.

 

“Den, my James, I met you. 18-year-old Canadian standing in the locker room with shaving cream in his face and laughing. You trew de towel at Stephane, who we later discovered was de one behind it. Your laugh made me smile. Your voice makes the nerves in my chest vibrate, your eyes make me warm and want to stare into dem forever…”

 

James looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

 

“All of that with shaving cream on my face?”

 

Niklas nodded, laughing.

 

Their food arrived and the talking came easily. James found out that Niklas has always wanted a chinchilla, likes hamburgers more than most Finnish foods, and had a secret Harry Potter fetish. Niklas was delighted to learn that James had a pet fainting goat back in Canada, also loved metal music, and always had a slight crush on Draco Malfoy.

 

Niklas swung by the Hendrikson’s house for James to get some clothes, then they went to Niklas’ apartment to, they decided, watch a movie.

 

“Holy hell,” James looked around Niklas’ living room, mouth hanging open in awe.

 

Niklas smiled proudly. “I worked very hard on dis place. I much love it. You can put your tings in my bedroom.”

 

“Yeah, I love it, too,” James mumbled before saying, “Where is your bedroom?”

 

“Last door down dere,” Niklas pointed down the hall.

 

James nodded and cautiously walked to the door, admiring every room on his way.

 

When he opened the door to the bedroom, he almost tripped over his feet. He’d thought the living room was beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the bedroom.

 

James wandered out in a daze. “What are you?”

 

Niklas pulled James onto the sofa to sit next to him, “What is your meaning?”

 

“You can’t be human. You just can’t,” James curled into his side as Niklas hit the ‘play’ button on the remote.

 

“I am. I am just Finnish,” Niklas laughed at his own joke.

 

“Yeah, but Mikko is… I love Mikko, but he isn’t anything like you.”

 

“Dat makes me happy for you to tink dat.”

 

“What? Well, why?”

 

“You chose me for a reason. You like my different-ness… differences?”

 

James laughed, “Yeah, I like your ‘different-ness’, too. It’s really hard not to like you.”

 

Niklas kissed his temple and wrapped his arms around James chest. He was delighted when the younger man’s hands came up to clutch is forearms. They watched the movie in silence, both content with the way they were sitting, and when the movie ended, they stayed in the same position.

 

“I really don’t want to move,” James curled back further into his shoulder.

 

“I do not want you to move,” Niklas squeezed him tight.

 

“But…”

 

“But we should go to bed,” Niklas laughed.

 

“I just didn’t want to be the responsible one.”

 

Niklas laughed again, and let him go. James groaned as he unfolded himself to get off the sofa.

 

As they got ready for bed, they moved around each other in the bedroom like they’d been together for years. When they lay down, Niklas pulled James half on top of him. James nuzzled his shoulder affectionately.

 

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Four hours later, James was shaken awake. He was sweating and half-sobbing. Niklas had his hands on his shoulders.

 

“Nik.”

 

“I am here, my James.”

 

James grasped the front of his shirt tightly in his fist.

 

“Let me hold you,” Niklas said softly, running his fingers over the big hand on his chest.

 

James let his body fall against Niklas and suddenly he could breathe again. Niklas hand working over his back and shoulders made his muscles melt as the older man pulled him down to lay on his chest again.

 

“Nik, my Nik,” he mumbled before pressing a small, hard kiss to his neck.

 

James fell into sleep again, but Niklas stayed awake as long as he could, just to make sure James really was sleeping. He eventually fell asleep too, face squished to the side of James’ head.

Comments

eep!

[victoria779.livejournal.com]

this is so cute and angsty and awesome.
great series, great read.
thank you!
:)

[blondiechic0.livejournal.com]

LMAO.

Sakura. That's fun times, man.

Another good chapter. Those two are soooo cute together!

[gothickaoru.livejournal.com]

I knoooo! I went to the Maple Leafs game and every damn time James skated by Nik, he'd tap his pad or rub his helmet! I squeeeked. Thanks, by the way!

Re: eep!

[gothickaoru.livejournal.com]

Hey, thank you!