Always a Competition
Title: Always a Competition
Author:
bcs_hms
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan Getzlaf / Dion Phaneuf
Disclaimer: The chicken soup is mine. Everything else you can take.
Author's Note: Takes place around the time Dion came down with the flu near the end of the regular season.
Ryan hurried through the grocery store, grabbing a few sticks of celery and carrots from the produce section and shoving them into clear plastic bags before speed-walking his way to the canned soup aisle. He made a sharp turn and nearly bulldozed an elderly woman over, but his hockey instincts took over and he managed to dodge the hit. He muttered a quick apology before jogging his way down the aisle to look for a can of chicken noodle soup. He looked carefully at the tags trying to narrow down Campbell’s famous chicken noodle soup. When he finally found it he reached for the space above the tag before his eyes followed his hand and his mouth fell open.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he cried exasperated as his hands groped at nothingness. Spotting an employee trudging up the aisle, Ryan ran to her and pointed towards the soup section, “Hey, there’s something wrong with your products. There’s no chicken noodle soup left.”
The girl turned around and raised an eyebrow. She pointed to the shelf across from the one Ryan was looking at and said, “I think we’ve got a pretty good stock.”
Ryan cast his gaze towards the direction her finger pointed at and blushed. It was an entire shelf dedicated to chicken soups. He muttered a thank you and snagged two cans off the shelf before making his way to the cashier and paying for his groceries.
He made his way back to his apartment and pulled out a pot before unloading his groceries. He hummed as he worked his way around his kitchen, chopping vegetables and adding spices to make Dion some chicken noodle soup. When he was done, he packed it in a Tupperware box and put it in a plastic bag and made his way to Dion’s apartment.
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Ryan knocked twice before Dion opened the door, wrapped in a blanket and a box of tissues in one hand.
“Hey,” Ryan greeted as he pushed past Dion and let himself in. He brought the Tupperware to Dion’s counter and went to fish for a microwaveable bowl.
Dion closed the door before remarking sarcastically, “Oh yeah, come on in, Ryan, make yourself at home. By the way, I feel like a truck ran me over and I look like I fell into a pool of piranhas.” He sniffed and locked the door before heading towards his kitchen and sat on one of the counter stools, watching Ryan look through his cupboards.
“Yeah, yeah, you big whiner. And stop staring,” Ryan said as he reached up for a big bowl that was perched on the highest shelf.
“’Kay,” Dion said with a shrug, continuing to stare at Ryan’s back and the now exposed skin of his waist from his shirt riding up, “You know my grandma called me today.”
“Yeah? Did she want to give Neufy-kins a wittle get well soon wish?”
“Yeah. And she told me how some asshole almost knocked her unconscious today at the grocery store. Says he turned a corner sharply and wasn’t even looking.” He sneezed. “But yeah, what a guy, hey? You just don’t go around bullying old ladies.”
Ryan stiffened. “Uh, yeah. What a guy. He should … respect his elders. Hey, you should go lie down.” Ryan said, making a mental note in his head to apologize the Grandma Phaneuf the next time he saw her. Dion nodded and headed towards his room.
The microwave beeped and Ryan moved to grab the bowl of soup and a big spoon. He put the hot bowl on a tray and carried it to Dion’s room, spilling a good amount on the tray. Dion smirked as he came in and patted a spot next to him on the bed. Ryan set the soup down on the night table before climbing into bed with Dion on the opposite side.
“Eat your soup, you sick-o,” Ryan said with a teasing grin. Dion stuck his tongue out and shoved a spoonful of chicken noodle soup into his mouth only to spit it back out.
“Ahh, ahh, haht, haht, it’sh haht!” Dion said in panic, sticking his tongue out and fanning it with his hand.
“Jesus Christ, Dee!” Ryan exclaimed as he fanned Dion’s tongue with his hand as well.
“Make it bwetter,” Dion pouted as he looked at Ryan with a hurt look.
“Aw, want me to blow on the soup to cool it down?” Ryan asked, reaching for the bowl of hot soup.
“No,” Dion said, as he stuck out his tongue again, “You need to kiss it better.”
Ryan laughed, “You’re all sick and gross though!”
Dion pouted, “So? My tongue hurts. Make it better?”
Ryan let his head bow as he laughed incredulously. He shifted closer to Dion, “Alright, you big baby.”
Dion grinned and leaned in for the kiss. They met halfway and Dion licked Ryan’s bottom lip before Ryan opened his mouth and brought his tongue out to meet Dion’s, Dion snaked his tongue into Ryan’s mouth and Ryan deepened the kiss by shifting his body closer to Dion’s. When he felt like he was going to lose his breath, Dion ended the kiss with several quick pecks and took in a deep breath. He opened his eyes to a half lid as he let the breath back out to find that Ryan still had his eyes closed, mouth still inviting. He smiled as he leaned in to begin the lip lock again and felt Ryan smile into the kiss as well. At that moment, it didn’t matter how terrible and sick he felt, he had Ryan and Ryan had him, and that was enough.
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Ryan frowned as sunlight broke through the barriers of the blinds and attacked the sleeping boy’s eyelids. His eyelids fluttered open sleepily as he squinted at the offending light and tiredly rolled onto his side, snuggling against Dion.
Feeling his partner shifting around, Dion let out a yawn and opened his eyes with difficulty. He turned his head towards Ryan and grinned at Ryan’s frown and attempts at getting his face buried deep into the pillow to avoid the sunny greeting of 9 AM. Dion let out a laugh as Ryan gave up and let out a loud “Muuuuuuuuuuuuh” in his defeat. Ryan opened his eyes and glared at Dion with a pout on his lips.
“What’re you laughing at?” Ryan asked, which earned him an even bigger grin from Dion.
“You,” Dion stated simply and raised an eyebrow as Ryan lifted an arm and covered his own face. Confused as to what Ryan was doing, Dion was about to reach out a hand to pry Ryan’s arm away from his face when he heard it. A sneeze. And then another. And another. He broke out into a mischievous grin.
“Told you I’m better than you at hockey,” Dion said, smirking as Ryan unwound his arm from his face and peered at Dion, clearly confused.
“What are you on?” Ryan asked as he sniffled and scrunched his nose, “What do you mean you’re better than me at hockey?”
Dion laughed and pulled Ryan into a hug before whispering in his ear, “Tonsil hockey.”
Author:
bcs_hms
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan Getzlaf / Dion Phaneuf
Disclaimer: The chicken soup is mine. Everything else you can take.
Author's Note: Takes place around the time Dion came down with the flu near the end of the regular season.
Ryan hurried through the grocery store, grabbing a few sticks of celery and carrots from the produce section and shoving them into clear plastic bags before speed-walking his way to the canned soup aisle. He made a sharp turn and nearly bulldozed an elderly woman over, but his hockey instincts took over and he managed to dodge the hit. He muttered a quick apology before jogging his way down the aisle to look for a can of chicken noodle soup. He looked carefully at the tags trying to narrow down Campbell’s famous chicken noodle soup. When he finally found it he reached for the space above the tag before his eyes followed his hand and his mouth fell open.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he cried exasperated as his hands groped at nothingness. Spotting an employee trudging up the aisle, Ryan ran to her and pointed towards the soup section, “Hey, there’s something wrong with your products. There’s no chicken noodle soup left.”
The girl turned around and raised an eyebrow. She pointed to the shelf across from the one Ryan was looking at and said, “I think we’ve got a pretty good stock.”
Ryan cast his gaze towards the direction her finger pointed at and blushed. It was an entire shelf dedicated to chicken soups. He muttered a thank you and snagged two cans off the shelf before making his way to the cashier and paying for his groceries.
He made his way back to his apartment and pulled out a pot before unloading his groceries. He hummed as he worked his way around his kitchen, chopping vegetables and adding spices to make Dion some chicken noodle soup. When he was done, he packed it in a Tupperware box and put it in a plastic bag and made his way to Dion’s apartment.
----
Ryan knocked twice before Dion opened the door, wrapped in a blanket and a box of tissues in one hand.
“Hey,” Ryan greeted as he pushed past Dion and let himself in. He brought the Tupperware to Dion’s counter and went to fish for a microwaveable bowl.
Dion closed the door before remarking sarcastically, “Oh yeah, come on in, Ryan, make yourself at home. By the way, I feel like a truck ran me over and I look like I fell into a pool of piranhas.” He sniffed and locked the door before heading towards his kitchen and sat on one of the counter stools, watching Ryan look through his cupboards.
“Yeah, yeah, you big whiner. And stop staring,” Ryan said as he reached up for a big bowl that was perched on the highest shelf.
“’Kay,” Dion said with a shrug, continuing to stare at Ryan’s back and the now exposed skin of his waist from his shirt riding up, “You know my grandma called me today.”
“Yeah? Did she want to give Neufy-kins a wittle get well soon wish?”
“Yeah. And she told me how some asshole almost knocked her unconscious today at the grocery store. Says he turned a corner sharply and wasn’t even looking.” He sneezed. “But yeah, what a guy, hey? You just don’t go around bullying old ladies.”
Ryan stiffened. “Uh, yeah. What a guy. He should … respect his elders. Hey, you should go lie down.” Ryan said, making a mental note in his head to apologize the Grandma Phaneuf the next time he saw her. Dion nodded and headed towards his room.
The microwave beeped and Ryan moved to grab the bowl of soup and a big spoon. He put the hot bowl on a tray and carried it to Dion’s room, spilling a good amount on the tray. Dion smirked as he came in and patted a spot next to him on the bed. Ryan set the soup down on the night table before climbing into bed with Dion on the opposite side.
“Eat your soup, you sick-o,” Ryan said with a teasing grin. Dion stuck his tongue out and shoved a spoonful of chicken noodle soup into his mouth only to spit it back out.
“Ahh, ahh, haht, haht, it’sh haht!” Dion said in panic, sticking his tongue out and fanning it with his hand.
“Jesus Christ, Dee!” Ryan exclaimed as he fanned Dion’s tongue with his hand as well.
“Make it bwetter,” Dion pouted as he looked at Ryan with a hurt look.
“Aw, want me to blow on the soup to cool it down?” Ryan asked, reaching for the bowl of hot soup.
“No,” Dion said, as he stuck out his tongue again, “You need to kiss it better.”
Ryan laughed, “You’re all sick and gross though!”
Dion pouted, “So? My tongue hurts. Make it better?”
Ryan let his head bow as he laughed incredulously. He shifted closer to Dion, “Alright, you big baby.”
Dion grinned and leaned in for the kiss. They met halfway and Dion licked Ryan’s bottom lip before Ryan opened his mouth and brought his tongue out to meet Dion’s, Dion snaked his tongue into Ryan’s mouth and Ryan deepened the kiss by shifting his body closer to Dion’s. When he felt like he was going to lose his breath, Dion ended the kiss with several quick pecks and took in a deep breath. He opened his eyes to a half lid as he let the breath back out to find that Ryan still had his eyes closed, mouth still inviting. He smiled as he leaned in to begin the lip lock again and felt Ryan smile into the kiss as well. At that moment, it didn’t matter how terrible and sick he felt, he had Ryan and Ryan had him, and that was enough.
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Ryan frowned as sunlight broke through the barriers of the blinds and attacked the sleeping boy’s eyelids. His eyelids fluttered open sleepily as he squinted at the offending light and tiredly rolled onto his side, snuggling against Dion.
Feeling his partner shifting around, Dion let out a yawn and opened his eyes with difficulty. He turned his head towards Ryan and grinned at Ryan’s frown and attempts at getting his face buried deep into the pillow to avoid the sunny greeting of 9 AM. Dion let out a laugh as Ryan gave up and let out a loud “Muuuuuuuuuuuuh” in his defeat. Ryan opened his eyes and glared at Dion with a pout on his lips.
“What’re you laughing at?” Ryan asked, which earned him an even bigger grin from Dion.
“You,” Dion stated simply and raised an eyebrow as Ryan lifted an arm and covered his own face. Confused as to what Ryan was doing, Dion was about to reach out a hand to pry Ryan’s arm away from his face when he heard it. A sneeze. And then another. And another. He broke out into a mischievous grin.
“Told you I’m better than you at hockey,” Dion said, smirking as Ryan unwound his arm from his face and peered at Dion, clearly confused.
“What are you on?” Ryan asked as he sniffled and scrunched his nose, “What do you mean you’re better than me at hockey?”
Dion laughed and pulled Ryan into a hug before whispering in his ear, “Tonsil hockey.”