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Title: They Knew
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brenden Morrow/Marty Turco, Turco/Hedberg, Modano/Hull/Morrow
Summary: Brenden thinks about his relationship with Marty
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N's: Honostly don't know how this came about. Started writing a nice fluffy piece on Morrow and Turco and I get this. Hmm.
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He lays there, watching the storm clouds roll in. He watches as the lightning flashes and blinds him for split-second before everything is dark once more. And he listens as the thunder fills the room with it’s roar.
He wonders sometimes, if Marty knows. If Marty knew that some nights, when he called and said he was too busy, too tired, that he was going to Mike’s. That he was going to let Mike and Brett love him. That he needed those nights almost as much as he needed Marty.
He wonders now, with Marty snuggled up against him, if Marty ever worried that he’d find out. That he’d find out that on those nights when Marty called and said he was sick, said his wife needed him that Breden knew he was going to Johan’s. Knew that Marty went there to be in control. That Marty loved Johan.
But Brenden knew. He knew that no matter how many times he snuck into Mike and Brett’s bed, no matter how many times Marty fucked Johan, that he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave Marty without leaving part of himself.
And Marty knew. He knew that Brenden couldn’t leave. He knew that he could love Johan and use Brenden all he wanted. That he could lay there and listen to Brenden cry and not worry because his Mini couldn’t leave him.
They were one. No matter what they knew, they couldn’t leave each other.
And late at night, as the storm raged on outside his house, Johan cried. He cried because he knew, no matter how many times Marty told him he’d leave Brenden, he never would.
And laying there still, watching the rain pound the windows, Brenden knew that no matter how many times he went to Mike's bed, hurt and broken, and let Brett heal him, that he couldn't leave Marty. Not again.
They all knew.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Brenden Morrow/Marty Turco, Turco/Hedberg, Modano/Hull/Morrow
Summary: Brenden thinks about his relationship with Marty
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N's: Honostly don't know how this came about. Started writing a nice fluffy piece on Morrow and Turco and I get this. Hmm.
X-Posted:
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He lays there, watching the storm clouds roll in. He watches as the lightning flashes and blinds him for split-second before everything is dark once more. And he listens as the thunder fills the room with it’s roar.
He wonders sometimes, if Marty knows. If Marty knew that some nights, when he called and said he was too busy, too tired, that he was going to Mike’s. That he was going to let Mike and Brett love him. That he needed those nights almost as much as he needed Marty.
He wonders now, with Marty snuggled up against him, if Marty ever worried that he’d find out. That he’d find out that on those nights when Marty called and said he was sick, said his wife needed him that Breden knew he was going to Johan’s. Knew that Marty went there to be in control. That Marty loved Johan.
But Brenden knew. He knew that no matter how many times he snuck into Mike and Brett’s bed, no matter how many times Marty fucked Johan, that he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave Marty without leaving part of himself.
And Marty knew. He knew that Brenden couldn’t leave. He knew that he could love Johan and use Brenden all he wanted. That he could lay there and listen to Brenden cry and not worry because his Mini couldn’t leave him.
They were one. No matter what they knew, they couldn’t leave each other.
And late at night, as the storm raged on outside his house, Johan cried. He cried because he knew, no matter how many times Marty told him he’d leave Brenden, he never would.
And laying there still, watching the rain pound the windows, Brenden knew that no matter how many times he went to Mike's bed, hurt and broken, and let Brett heal him, that he couldn't leave Marty. Not again.
They all knew.
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Date: 2008-09-07 10:10 pm (UTC)