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Title: None
Rating: PG-13-ish? (Oh, my, not NC-17?!?)
Team/Paring: San Jose Sharks Evgeni Nabokov/Joe Thornton (Oh, my, not Minnesota? Is she high?)
Note: Okay, I'm bored, Nabbs is one of my guys, and I'm bored. I dont know Joe so well, so maybe he's just wrong and I'm sorry. Maybe tell me what I can do better? AND! the ending is crappy. So I'll redo it later, maybe. I just didnt want to go into the rest of Joe is wrong.

“Hey! Hey! HEY!”

“What do you want?” a thin man with messy blonde hair snapped, turning around at the end of a long hallway, to face a very large man with curly blonde hair and lively eyes.

“Why are you walkin’ away from me, Nabby?”

Evgeni Nabokov rolled his eyes. “I’m not walking away from you. Practice is over, so I’m leavening.”

“Well, I think you shouldn’t.”

“What, Joe, do you think I should be doing?”

Joe’s mouth split into a large, dorky grin. “Hang out with me, of course!”

Evgeni rolled is eyes again. “You’re such a child sometimes.”

“And you’re not enough of one! C’mon, Nabby! You’ll have fun.”

“I have fun when I drink.”

“Yeah, sure, burnin’ the hell out of your throat with vodka is fun! Or not. C’mon, Nabby!” Joe grabbed Evgeni by the shoulders and gave him a few shakes.

“Oh, God, fine, Joe.” Evgeni sighed.

Joe bounced on his heels happily.

*@*

“You want me to what?”

“Play with me.”

“No.”

“Naaaby, please?”

“You. Are. Such. A. Child.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

Evgeni nodded meekly and hung his head in shame.

*@*

“I regret this.”

“I don’t!”

“Left hand, fuck, red.”

Evgeni moved his left hand from it’s position on the Twister matt and placed it easily under Joe’s right knee on a large red dot.

“Aren’t you going to move your hand, Joe?”

Joe gave the goaltender a very dirty look and wrapped his big arm around Evgeni’s stomach to put his left hand on the red spot.

“I think that’s…!”

Evgeni yelped as Joe’s leg slid out from under him, sending Joe’s body down onto his thin frame.

“Nah, that’s not cheatin’. That’s me makin’ sure I don’t crush you,” Joe grinned, smiling down at a slightly dazed Evgeni.

“Oh, well, I guess you have a point,” the Russian grumbled, trying to roll out from under the heavier man.

“Yes, I do,” Joe dropped his weight onto Evgeni’s stomach, just to make it harder for him.

He felt something hard hit him in his stomach.

“Hey, Nabbs, how you feelin’ down there?”

“Excuse me?” Evgeni’s body became very still and he prayed Joe wasn’t referring to his raging erection.

Joe grinned mischievously and leaned over to press his mouth to Evgeni’s.

“Joe… wait, no,” Evgeni tried again to wiggle out from under Joe, but stopped abruptly when his groin hit something hard. Joe was having the same problem as himself.

“So, Nabbs, how you feelin’?”

Evgeni bowed his body off the floor and grabbed Joe’s curly hair. He pressed his mouth against the Canadian’s and his lips were roughly forced apart by Joe’s imploring tongue.

Evgeni couldn’t help but let out a moan and decided that sometimes being a little childish was good.