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2minsforslashingTITLE: The Way It Is
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts* This is for Kate. Promised like a thousand years ago at least. Okay well maybe like in um 2004 anyway. But I did finish eventually! ;p
RATING: R slash.
CHARACTERS: Steve Staios, Brad May. Steve is 18, Brad is 20. Steve's pov.
SUMMARY: It's 1991, early on in the season for the Niagara Falls Thunder. Steve is a rookie trying to figure out his place on the team and more importantly trying to figure out everything else.
~1991~
My sister is a bit of a puckslut, actually more than a bit. But come on, she is my sister, I'm going to cut her some slack. She's at college now, which means getting away from home a bit and branching out onto, as she put it, some new meat.
I had barely gotten my letter open with billet information and whatnot when she phoned me, telling me there was already talk about the new guys coming up to the Falls. She figured now that I was a little bit older at eighteen and going to be playing 'real' junior hockey that there were some things I needed to know.
Not the least of which was what she called a warning. "You'll be getting your ass plugged in no time Stevie."
My response wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to hear apparently, because she hung up. Maybe I should have told her I was gay long before I said 'promise' like that. Okay, I definitely should have but she annoys the fuck out of me.
At least I know she's so much of a slut that I don't need to worry about her talking out of turn to our parents. No way can she risk getting in trouble too. It only took a day or so until she called back and asked if I wanted her to work out a way I could stay with her. I was suspicious, but fuck, the freedom living with her would create would be so much better than moving in with a family.
So I said yes. And after a lot of arguing with our parents I moved into the third bedroom of her apartment with her and her roommate Jennifer. Steve, Jennifer and Stacey. Just like three's company. Except Janet is a whore, Chrissy is... well she's a whore too and Jack actually is gay and sadly, not only is he not a whore, but he's a virgin.
I'd only been here for a week and met the first guy on the team, well really the first guy at all that I'm pretty sure is gay too. Unfortunately for me, and well for her, he's dating Stacey. He's also on the team. A couple of years older than me, he seemed like one of those loud brash, idiots who gives all us hockey players a bad name.
Took me a night or so hanging out with him to realize that he's extra stupid as some kind of cover. Like if he acts like the typical jock sexist idiot he's expected to no one will suspect anything about him. I don’t fucking know. But he looks at me every time she turns her head. And it's not just a hey 'how are ya' look, I might not have much... err, any experience, but I can recognize that look when I see it.
He's really hot too. Fuck. First guy my dick decides it likes is fucking my sister. Go me. Fuck. Of all the guys that I could have noticed and for fucking sure all the ones that could have noticed me, and it had to be Brad fucking May. Or as Stacey calls him 'her Bradley'. Fuck.
So yeah it's been all this time watching them, and listening to them and me being driven insane. At least I'm home by myself tonig... fuck. The door to her room bangs closed a second after the apartment door opened and I can hear clothes rustling and moaning and kissing and... even my pillow over my ears doesn't help.
They go at it for fucking hours. And now I'm hungry to boot. Fuck. At least things seem to have settled down a little bit.
Walking to the kitchen is sort of hard sometimes because I need to walk right past their, uh her room. And they're usually always going at it. Or taking a break and will be again. Though apparently not tonight because not only can I hear snoring from the room, but Brad is in the kitchen. Fucking naked and making a grilled cheese.
He spots me before I can escape, I'm caught.
Brad grins at me and raises the spatula in a salute. "Hey, Stevie, hungry?"
Sure, hungry, trying not to stare at his cock, and still hard as a rock anyway. It's all the same thing.
"Y... yes..." Oh fuck now I'm stammering. I suck!
Brad gets a sandwich ready and puts it in the pan next to his. Its cooked and on the counter while I'm thinking of something to say. Thanks works and I get to check him out while he puts the pan in the sink with the rest of the stuff.
God, he's hot. All smooth skin and muscles and ahh fuck me he's hard too. Only its somehow I dunno its different for him cause he's naked and not in pyjamas like I am. And how come he doesn’t fucking care and I'm dying? Dying but also seeing my first hard dick up close and uh yeah I can't look away.
When I finally manage to look up I'm worried that I'm going to get caught but instead I catch him peeking at me too. Now I'm not all cocky and shit but I know I'm not exactly bad to look at either. But it's not like this has happened to me before or anything that the same guy I want to check out is busy doing the same.
The effect on my dick is pretty noticeable. Like it wasn’t before. I'm damn glad I have on dark pj's, cause I'd be having a hell of a wet spot from precum right about now if I didn’t.
For his part, he's not really noticing anything, or if he does he's not saying it. Fuck, he's still looking though... so maybe he is?
I really want to pounce on him bad. He looks up at me now and I have no idea where I get the balls to but I make a move and lean in to kiss him.
Fuck me.
It's good. No like... better than good.
And he kisses me back. Well at first he does, just for a second though. His fingers slide against my sides, whispering something against my lips. Fuck, I have no idea what it is though as I inexpertly kiss him back, mm or maybe not with the noises he's making too.
It really only does last for a second though and then he pushes me back against the counter, growling into my face. "Dude, your fucking sister is in the next room. What the fuck is the matter with you?"
Fuck.
Okay I can't read signals at all apparently.
"Tomorrow night when we go camping she won't be anywhere around." Brad's still growling, but he's grinning as well. "Okay?"
Then again maybe I can.
Yeah yeah, say what ever you want about either of us right now, but I said yes. Well, I nodded my head and tried not to swallow my tongue... but basically that's the same thing.
And if I got back to my room, kicking the door shut with my hand on my cock because I know he's all worked up now too, waiting to hear the noises he was going to be making in a few minutes... well who could blame me? And score, because she's going down on him 'cause I can't hear her at all just him moaning.
He usually says her name a few times, but tonight it's just him saying harder, and faster, and moaning about how good it feels. His voice getting deeper, and rougher and fuck, I can't take it anymore, pulling my pillow over my head and blowing my load all over the sheets.
They don’t stop there. They don’t fucking stop all night. I end up going for a run at about four am because I'm about to go insane. I don’t even go home, just to the rink, the maintenance guy lets me in and I have a nap. And you know a few hours of me on the ice by myself is almost enough to forget about being tortured for the night. Almost.
Brad acts like nothing happened. All through practice and our team meeting. He doesn’t even take a peek at me in the shower. Guys leave to get their gear for camping but I took mine with me. No way I'm going home to catch a goodbye fuck or anything like that.
I end up wedged into the back seat of Andy's pickup. Todd on one side of me and Brad on the other. On one hand this is awkward as hell, but on the other hand he's really close to me and I don’t give a fuck.
And when we all shift to get more comfortable and the sun goes down, his hand sneaks between my legs and um well fuck awkward I don’t care about anything else. His hand is on my thigh, not really close enough to touch my balls or dick, but fuck, close enough that I'm hard as a rock. Not to mention biting on my lip so I don’t make any noise.
No way I want anyone else to hear and even more importantly, I don’t want him to stop.
Takes about three hours to get to the campground and Brad doesn’t stop touching me the whole way. I'm useless when we get there, I can barely walk let alone help set up tents and shit. Thankfully Brad knows my problem and considering he's the cause he should. Anyway he sets it up for me and tosses both our bags inside.
And then spends the rest of the night ignoring me.
I end up in bed... well in my sleeping bag for about two hours before he comes in. There's enough noise still down by the lake that we can talk but I kinda have no idea what I want to say.
Doesn’t matter apparently because he slides in right along side of me and kisses me. Mm yeah I'd like to say I protest or push him away or something like that, but I kind of grab hold and kiss the hell out of him until I can't breathe.
Then we kiss some more and repeat that a lot for a while before he leans back and rests his head against my pillow, smiling at me. "That was good." He grins more and licks his lips, nodding. "You're a good kisser Stevie, you know that?"
I don’t say anything to that, certainly not that I have no idea because this has been it for me kissing wise or anything. Hell no I'm not saying that. So I kiss him again and mutter something about him just wanting to kiss me because it's easy.
"What?" He pulls back from the kiss and looks at me.
"I said it's easy for you to say that considering I'm the only other fag on the team."
Brad smirks and looks a little almost... not scared... maybe startled. "Steve." The word is barely whispered against my ear. He continues before I answer it. Typical. "You're not the only gay guy on the team. Or the only one I know..."
"Then why are you fucking my sister?" I say it before I even think it through and thank fucking god it's dark or he'd see the way I'm blushing.
He doesn’t say anything even though he opens and closes his mouth a few times.
When he kisses me again I don't say anything either, though the thought doesn’t exactly leave my mind through the whole night. Not even when we do a little more than just kiss.
~~
And in the couple of months that go by we do a little more than that too. And it was fucking amazing. And it fucking sucks because he's still fucking her too.
The longer it goes on the... worse I feel about it. Not because it's her but just...fuck, you know?
He spends nights with her here. But on the road and even some nights at home, though never at the apartment he's with me. And like I know we have to be careful but I don’t want it to be like this.
We're at his apartment tonight since his roommate is gone for a couple of days and Stacey is busy studying for an exam. It's pretty rare that we get a bed when we're not on the road, let alone a whole night to be together in bed. Usually its free space wherever we can find it to fuck.
And more and more it's... it's too fucking hard to deal with.
I don't want to be who he fucks in the alley while he takes her on dates. And yeah I know we can't actually date or anything like that but there's got to be more than this.
I somehow don't think that Brad's too up for finding that out though. But I'm pretty ready to find out.
~~
And I was right. The conversation started out okay. Even if all he assumed was that I wanted to fuck more at first. When he realized it was more than that... uh well not so well. We didn’t actually fight but maybe there was a little more emotion on my side while I tried to explain it to him.
Didn’t matter, cause there was like none from his side... even though I swear there's been times... even now where it seems like there is. The way he looks at me... fuck whatever blah blah blah. There's not and him telling me there's never going to be anything more than sex... well whatever, I'm done.
"I don't want to be like that Brad... I can't do that..."
"Fine." He rolls over and sits up. "I'll just leave then."
"Maybe you should." I mutter, despite the fact that this is his place and I should be the one leaving. Anyway I really want him to say he agrees with me and want to stay, or want me to stay anyway.
He doesn't get up though, or ask me to leave.
But he doesn’t say anything else either.
~present~
Jesus. I hadn't thought about all that in years. Even when I play the whatever team he's been on I've been able to put it out of my head enough to not deal with it right then.
I thought I was so fucking smart and knew how to handle everything. I thought I could be me and still play hockey and have no worries about it. Hey, I even did it for a year or two. Then I met my wife, though she was my girlfriend for a long time before we got married.
And it's not like I don’t love her I do. It's just not enough. Never has been.
But I still don't think that Brad was right and this is the way things have to be. Even though it's kind of the way I've lived my life up to now.
There's more.
There's one person who... who's everything for you. I know there is.
I haven’t given up on that.
Yet.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it up.
AN: Thank you as always to Mae, Brenn, and AJ for the beta. *hearts* This is for Kate. Promised like a thousand years ago at least. Okay well maybe like in um 2004 anyway. But I did finish eventually! ;p
RATING: R slash.
CHARACTERS: Steve Staios, Brad May. Steve is 18, Brad is 20. Steve's pov.
SUMMARY: It's 1991, early on in the season for the Niagara Falls Thunder. Steve is a rookie trying to figure out his place on the team and more importantly trying to figure out everything else.
~1991~
My sister is a bit of a puckslut, actually more than a bit. But come on, she is my sister, I'm going to cut her some slack. She's at college now, which means getting away from home a bit and branching out onto, as she put it, some new meat.
I had barely gotten my letter open with billet information and whatnot when she phoned me, telling me there was already talk about the new guys coming up to the Falls. She figured now that I was a little bit older at eighteen and going to be playing 'real' junior hockey that there were some things I needed to know.
Not the least of which was what she called a warning. "You'll be getting your ass plugged in no time Stevie."
My response wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to hear apparently, because she hung up. Maybe I should have told her I was gay long before I said 'promise' like that. Okay, I definitely should have but she annoys the fuck out of me.
At least I know she's so much of a slut that I don't need to worry about her talking out of turn to our parents. No way can she risk getting in trouble too. It only took a day or so until she called back and asked if I wanted her to work out a way I could stay with her. I was suspicious, but fuck, the freedom living with her would create would be so much better than moving in with a family.
So I said yes. And after a lot of arguing with our parents I moved into the third bedroom of her apartment with her and her roommate Jennifer. Steve, Jennifer and Stacey. Just like three's company. Except Janet is a whore, Chrissy is... well she's a whore too and Jack actually is gay and sadly, not only is he not a whore, but he's a virgin.
I'd only been here for a week and met the first guy on the team, well really the first guy at all that I'm pretty sure is gay too. Unfortunately for me, and well for her, he's dating Stacey. He's also on the team. A couple of years older than me, he seemed like one of those loud brash, idiots who gives all us hockey players a bad name.
Took me a night or so hanging out with him to realize that he's extra stupid as some kind of cover. Like if he acts like the typical jock sexist idiot he's expected to no one will suspect anything about him. I don’t fucking know. But he looks at me every time she turns her head. And it's not just a hey 'how are ya' look, I might not have much... err, any experience, but I can recognize that look when I see it.
He's really hot too. Fuck. First guy my dick decides it likes is fucking my sister. Go me. Fuck. Of all the guys that I could have noticed and for fucking sure all the ones that could have noticed me, and it had to be Brad fucking May. Or as Stacey calls him 'her Bradley'. Fuck.
So yeah it's been all this time watching them, and listening to them and me being driven insane. At least I'm home by myself tonig... fuck. The door to her room bangs closed a second after the apartment door opened and I can hear clothes rustling and moaning and kissing and... even my pillow over my ears doesn't help.
They go at it for fucking hours. And now I'm hungry to boot. Fuck. At least things seem to have settled down a little bit.
Walking to the kitchen is sort of hard sometimes because I need to walk right past their, uh her room. And they're usually always going at it. Or taking a break and will be again. Though apparently not tonight because not only can I hear snoring from the room, but Brad is in the kitchen. Fucking naked and making a grilled cheese.
He spots me before I can escape, I'm caught.
Brad grins at me and raises the spatula in a salute. "Hey, Stevie, hungry?"
Sure, hungry, trying not to stare at his cock, and still hard as a rock anyway. It's all the same thing.
"Y... yes..." Oh fuck now I'm stammering. I suck!
Brad gets a sandwich ready and puts it in the pan next to his. Its cooked and on the counter while I'm thinking of something to say. Thanks works and I get to check him out while he puts the pan in the sink with the rest of the stuff.
God, he's hot. All smooth skin and muscles and ahh fuck me he's hard too. Only its somehow I dunno its different for him cause he's naked and not in pyjamas like I am. And how come he doesn’t fucking care and I'm dying? Dying but also seeing my first hard dick up close and uh yeah I can't look away.
When I finally manage to look up I'm worried that I'm going to get caught but instead I catch him peeking at me too. Now I'm not all cocky and shit but I know I'm not exactly bad to look at either. But it's not like this has happened to me before or anything that the same guy I want to check out is busy doing the same.
The effect on my dick is pretty noticeable. Like it wasn’t before. I'm damn glad I have on dark pj's, cause I'd be having a hell of a wet spot from precum right about now if I didn’t.
For his part, he's not really noticing anything, or if he does he's not saying it. Fuck, he's still looking though... so maybe he is?
I really want to pounce on him bad. He looks up at me now and I have no idea where I get the balls to but I make a move and lean in to kiss him.
Fuck me.
It's good. No like... better than good.
And he kisses me back. Well at first he does, just for a second though. His fingers slide against my sides, whispering something against my lips. Fuck, I have no idea what it is though as I inexpertly kiss him back, mm or maybe not with the noises he's making too.
It really only does last for a second though and then he pushes me back against the counter, growling into my face. "Dude, your fucking sister is in the next room. What the fuck is the matter with you?"
Fuck.
Okay I can't read signals at all apparently.
"Tomorrow night when we go camping she won't be anywhere around." Brad's still growling, but he's grinning as well. "Okay?"
Then again maybe I can.
Yeah yeah, say what ever you want about either of us right now, but I said yes. Well, I nodded my head and tried not to swallow my tongue... but basically that's the same thing.
And if I got back to my room, kicking the door shut with my hand on my cock because I know he's all worked up now too, waiting to hear the noises he was going to be making in a few minutes... well who could blame me? And score, because she's going down on him 'cause I can't hear her at all just him moaning.
He usually says her name a few times, but tonight it's just him saying harder, and faster, and moaning about how good it feels. His voice getting deeper, and rougher and fuck, I can't take it anymore, pulling my pillow over my head and blowing my load all over the sheets.
They don’t stop there. They don’t fucking stop all night. I end up going for a run at about four am because I'm about to go insane. I don’t even go home, just to the rink, the maintenance guy lets me in and I have a nap. And you know a few hours of me on the ice by myself is almost enough to forget about being tortured for the night. Almost.
Brad acts like nothing happened. All through practice and our team meeting. He doesn’t even take a peek at me in the shower. Guys leave to get their gear for camping but I took mine with me. No way I'm going home to catch a goodbye fuck or anything like that.
I end up wedged into the back seat of Andy's pickup. Todd on one side of me and Brad on the other. On one hand this is awkward as hell, but on the other hand he's really close to me and I don’t give a fuck.
And when we all shift to get more comfortable and the sun goes down, his hand sneaks between my legs and um well fuck awkward I don’t care about anything else. His hand is on my thigh, not really close enough to touch my balls or dick, but fuck, close enough that I'm hard as a rock. Not to mention biting on my lip so I don’t make any noise.
No way I want anyone else to hear and even more importantly, I don’t want him to stop.
Takes about three hours to get to the campground and Brad doesn’t stop touching me the whole way. I'm useless when we get there, I can barely walk let alone help set up tents and shit. Thankfully Brad knows my problem and considering he's the cause he should. Anyway he sets it up for me and tosses both our bags inside.
And then spends the rest of the night ignoring me.
I end up in bed... well in my sleeping bag for about two hours before he comes in. There's enough noise still down by the lake that we can talk but I kinda have no idea what I want to say.
Doesn’t matter apparently because he slides in right along side of me and kisses me. Mm yeah I'd like to say I protest or push him away or something like that, but I kind of grab hold and kiss the hell out of him until I can't breathe.
Then we kiss some more and repeat that a lot for a while before he leans back and rests his head against my pillow, smiling at me. "That was good." He grins more and licks his lips, nodding. "You're a good kisser Stevie, you know that?"
I don’t say anything to that, certainly not that I have no idea because this has been it for me kissing wise or anything. Hell no I'm not saying that. So I kiss him again and mutter something about him just wanting to kiss me because it's easy.
"What?" He pulls back from the kiss and looks at me.
"I said it's easy for you to say that considering I'm the only other fag on the team."
Brad smirks and looks a little almost... not scared... maybe startled. "Steve." The word is barely whispered against my ear. He continues before I answer it. Typical. "You're not the only gay guy on the team. Or the only one I know..."
"Then why are you fucking my sister?" I say it before I even think it through and thank fucking god it's dark or he'd see the way I'm blushing.
He doesn’t say anything even though he opens and closes his mouth a few times.
When he kisses me again I don't say anything either, though the thought doesn’t exactly leave my mind through the whole night. Not even when we do a little more than just kiss.
~~
And in the couple of months that go by we do a little more than that too. And it was fucking amazing. And it fucking sucks because he's still fucking her too.
The longer it goes on the... worse I feel about it. Not because it's her but just...fuck, you know?
He spends nights with her here. But on the road and even some nights at home, though never at the apartment he's with me. And like I know we have to be careful but I don’t want it to be like this.
We're at his apartment tonight since his roommate is gone for a couple of days and Stacey is busy studying for an exam. It's pretty rare that we get a bed when we're not on the road, let alone a whole night to be together in bed. Usually its free space wherever we can find it to fuck.
And more and more it's... it's too fucking hard to deal with.
I don't want to be who he fucks in the alley while he takes her on dates. And yeah I know we can't actually date or anything like that but there's got to be more than this.
I somehow don't think that Brad's too up for finding that out though. But I'm pretty ready to find out.
~~
And I was right. The conversation started out okay. Even if all he assumed was that I wanted to fuck more at first. When he realized it was more than that... uh well not so well. We didn’t actually fight but maybe there was a little more emotion on my side while I tried to explain it to him.
Didn’t matter, cause there was like none from his side... even though I swear there's been times... even now where it seems like there is. The way he looks at me... fuck whatever blah blah blah. There's not and him telling me there's never going to be anything more than sex... well whatever, I'm done.
"I don't want to be like that Brad... I can't do that..."
"Fine." He rolls over and sits up. "I'll just leave then."
"Maybe you should." I mutter, despite the fact that this is his place and I should be the one leaving. Anyway I really want him to say he agrees with me and want to stay, or want me to stay anyway.
He doesn't get up though, or ask me to leave.
But he doesn’t say anything else either.
~present~
Jesus. I hadn't thought about all that in years. Even when I play the whatever team he's been on I've been able to put it out of my head enough to not deal with it right then.
I thought I was so fucking smart and knew how to handle everything. I thought I could be me and still play hockey and have no worries about it. Hey, I even did it for a year or two. Then I met my wife, though she was my girlfriend for a long time before we got married.
And it's not like I don’t love her I do. It's just not enough. Never has been.
But I still don't think that Brad was right and this is the way things have to be. Even though it's kind of the way I've lived my life up to now.
There's more.
There's one person who... who's everything for you. I know there is.
I haven’t given up on that.
Yet.
THE END
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Date: 2006-08-21 11:23 am (UTC)bravo! excelnt finish to a wicked story!!
*nods*
*pokes*
Trevor/Thomas??
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:43 pm (UTC)hee soon! *hugs*
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Date: 2006-08-21 12:38 pm (UTC)My response wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to hear apparently, because she hung up. Maybe I should have told her I was gay long before I said 'promise'
bwhahahaha, awesome answer.
and asked if I wanted her to work out a way I could stay with her. I was suspicious, but fuck, the freedom living with her would create would be so much better than moving in with a family.
well I wander why she wants to live with a young hockey player?
Jack actually is gay and sadly, not only is he not a whore, but he's a virgin.
*bursts out laughing*
loud brash, idiots who gives all us hockey players a bad name.
you know that lines cracks me up :) yes hockey players are all sweet innoncent angels.
but I can recognize that look when I see it.
mrowl
Fucking naked and making a grilled cheese.
*whimpers*
And how come he doesn’t fucking care and I'm dying? Dying but also seeing my first hard dick up close and uh yeah I can't look away.
he he he's so sweet and cute.
fucking sister is in the next room. What the fuck is the matter with you?"
umm he's gay and you're hot?
"Tomorrow night when we go camping she won't be anywhere around." Brad's still growling, but he's grinning as well. "Okay?"
awesome fake-out
but fuck, close enough that I'm hard as a rock. Not to mention biting on my lip so I don’t make any noise.
ohh that is such a neat description with a teenage boy a heard on is only a hand shake away.
Doesn’t matter apparently because he slides in right along side of me and kisses me. sleeping bag kisses!! hot
I don't want to be who he fucks in the alley while he takes her on dates.
I like that knows he deserves more. Now he has to go and get it.
Jesus. I hadn't thought about all that in years.
well at lest he wasn't scared the experience, it's nice to see someone learning from their past for a change.
And it's not like I don’t love her I do. It's just not enough. Never has been.
it must be hard, not only what you give up, but the chances you give up, like kids and not being stared out. I wonder when teh first hockey player will come out? I am kinda surprised a retired player hasn't yet, but then hockey is what ten years behind the times? so someone comfortable with being gay is probably still playing now.
Mind you there's gay and then there is sleezy and jaded (Jagr) so who knows? /babble.
There's more.
ok I take it back this is where he learns from his mistakes.
I like the ending, hopeful but not deluded, happy, but not happy enough. I liked the whole tone of this.
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Date: 2006-08-21 01:43 pm (UTC)- *giggles* thanks!
well I wander why she wants to live with a young hockey player?
- yes!
*bursts out laughing*
- a three's company joke never gets old! ;p
you know that lines cracks me up :) yes hockey players are all sweet innoncent angels.
- hahaha yes ;)
whimpers*
- gah I know I want him to make me a sammich like that
he he he's so sweet and cute.
- :D
mm he's gay and you're hot?
- haha
awesome fake-out
- thanks!!
ohh that is such a neat description with a teenage boy a heard on is only a hand shake away.
- haha if that! ;)
leeping bag kisses!! hot
- ahh I loves them!
I like that knows he deserves more. Now he has to go and get it.
- absolutely
well at lest he wasn't scared the experience, it's nice to see someone learning from their past for a change.
- totally, though I like to think he's really you know in the same position as brad he just has hope, so he's never really going to be in the same postion
t must be hard, not only what you give up, but the chances you give up, like kids and not being stared out. I wonder when teh first hockey player will come out? I am kinda surprised a retired player hasn't yet, but then hockey is what ten years behind the times? so someone comfortable with being gay is probably still playing now.
- yeah it'll happen everntually for sure
Mind you there's gay and then there is sleezy and jaded (Jagr) so who knows? /babble.
ok I take it back this is where he learns from his mistakes.
- *nods*
I like the ending, hopeful but not deluded, happy, but not happy enough. I liked the whole tone of this.
- ahh yes thank you very much :D thats exactly it *hugs you* tanks for the awesome fb!
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Date: 2006-08-22 02:17 am (UTC)I remember you posted the start of this at some point and I was like omg she made Steve's sister a puckbunny!!1! And then I was like, well, why shouldn't she be? This is exactly where my problem lies, I get too convinced they're all "nice boys". And WHATEVER! I mean obviously.
Anyway, that has nothing much to do with anything other than me taking a lot of cold medication today.
Steve's wife/family is always an interesting thing for me to reconcile in fic. I like how this ended.
THANKS!
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Date: 2006-08-22 02:52 am (UTC)haha it seemed to fit somehow. yeah dude Ive known too many hockey boys that were typical icky boys to not grow up for some ofthem to be ya know?
lol *pets*
yeah its kinda hard to sort out for sure, and thank you very much for reading, and for letting meknow :)
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Date: 2006-09-29 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-30 05:32 am (UTC)