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Title: You Are My Signal Fire (Part 41)
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1926
Setting: Steinbach, Manitoba
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
Ian’s POV
My parents got home a little while later and my mum whipped up some brunch for us. Omelette, peameal bacon and toast with a side of pancakes. I couldn’t help thinking that the trainers were going to have a field day with me when I got back. We were all sitting there quietly munching away when my father spoke.
“So you two were at the coffee shop hm?”
His voice was even and his eyes were fixed on his plate, I didn’t detect any anger in his voice but I decided to proceed with caution anyways. I took a side long glance at Andrew, who was holding his fork rather tightly and looked like he might be sick.
“Yeah we were there. Why?”
“They were talking about it at church, your…display.” He was looking at me now, still not angrily but thoughtfully.
“Display?” I asked incredulously, “I don’t see how what me and Andrew do is anyone’s business.”
“You made it their business when you blatantly did it in front of the whole town, and I thought you guys wanted to keep it quiet on account of your careers.”
“We did…do.” I sighed, putting down my fork and leaning back in my chair, “Sometimes I guess I forget…or maybe don’t care. I’m just getting a little tired of having to hide who I am. Besides…I only kissed him…you make it sound like I was giving him a blow job.”
Andrew choked on his food and I thumped him soundly on the back as my father shook his head and my mother sounded shocked, “Ian dear, watch your language at the table.”
“Well it’s true. I don’t see the big deal. If I was there making out with a girl, nobody would care! It’s not fair.”
“You’re right Ian. But that doesn’t change anything. You guys should be a little more careful.”
“Fuck being careful!” I stood up and marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the guest room. I was being immature, acting like a child but I didn’t care. I threw myself onto the bed, lying on my stomach, head resting on crossed arms and breathing heavily. I was sick of having to pretend to be something else because other people might get offended. It was bullshit.
“Ian?” There was a soft knock on the door and then it creaked open, the mattress dipped as someone sat down beside me and a minute later their hands were on me, rubbing my back soothingly. “You should apologize.”
“Apologize?!” I kept my face hidden, unable to look at Andrew right now. “Why do we always have to apologize? We haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Not for that,” he said dismissively, “For yelling at your parents. They didn’t do anything and they certainly don’t deserve to be talked to like that after everything they’ve done for us over the past week.”
“What do you know?” I murmured grumpily.
“I’d like to think the couple extra years I’ve got on you have taught me something kid.”
Kid. I hated it when he called me that. He knew it too. When I didn’t answer him he sighed and lay down beside me, rubbing my back still and easing my tensions away. I rolled over onto my side to look at him, he was lying there staring at me with an expression of amusement on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, unable to stop a small smile of my own, I knew I was being an idiot and so did he.
“Are we done with our little tantrum now?”
“I make no guarantees,” I muttered, a little annoyed still but definitely in better spirits.
He grinned and leaned in kissing me softly, and hugging me into him, “Good…and besides, who needs all those PDAs. I like it much better when it’s just the two of us.”
I let him kiss me for awhile, but I wasn’t giving up on this, “But why should we have to be confined to our own homes…if we’re walking down the street and I suddenly feel like I want to kiss you, I should be allowed to do it.”
Andrew groaned and rolled off of me, “Are you going to keep going with this? Cause it’s like your dad said…no, it’s not fair but that doesn’t make straight people any less disgusted with us. Christ…could you imagine if you pulled a stunt like that in the locker room? Half the guys would stop talking to us…you know what they’re like. Either that or beat us with their hockey sticks.”
“Aren’t you being just a little bit dramatic?”
“Did I just hear those words come out of your mouth? After what just happened downstairs?”
“Well? Aren’t you tired of sneaking around our own city? Having to pretend all the time?” I traced my thumb along his jaw line and his eyes closed…that’s it, I thought, I’ll make him see one way or another. He can’t resist me.
As if hearing my thoughts, he slid my hand off his face and simply held it between us, another grin crossed his face when he opened his eyes, “Nice try.” Leaning over he kissed me once more and then got up, “Now come on, how’s about you go say you’re sorry now.”
“Fine,” I pouted, following him downstairs to the living room. He let me go in first and my parents looked up at me from the couch where they were watching TV. I turned around to protest with Andrew once more but he was leaning against the doorframe giving me this look that said ‘get it done’.
One more annoyed glance in his direction, one more smirk in mine and I turned back to my parents. Okay, deep breath. “I’m sorry I was acting like a child, I just get a little frustrated sometimes that I can’t show how I feel about Andrew anywhere other than behind a closed door.” I shuffled my feet slightly, glancing at the floor again, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” my father grumbled, turning back to the baseball game. My mother on the other hand smacked him in the arm, “We accept and thank you for the apology. Although I expect it had more to do with Andrew than you…” she shot a grateful look in his direction. I turned around to see the warm smile he was sending back her way, his cheeks tinting the slightest shade of pink. Well at least they’re all getting along now…Traitor.
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The rest of the night seemed to fly by and I feared the morning when I would drive him to the airport. I convinced my parents not to come, insisting that we needed the time alone as my mother had been fussing over Andrew since he stepped into the house. The trainers would shoot me when I got back to Toronto for fattening up the goalie.
My mum made us breakfast, my dad even got up early too and they hugged Andrew good bye, thanked him for coming and said they were glad to have finally met him. I was glad that he got to meet him too, now I could stop lying to them. Andrew seemed to be happier for the experience as well, knowing that he was welcome in my parents house and that they didn’t hate him.
“Alright Andrew let’s go, we don’t want to miss your flight,” I said, shouldering his bags and heading for the door.
My mum grabbed Andrew in a firm hug, “Now you boys be sure to come back here for Christmas. I mean it. I want to see you sometime during the Christmas break!”
She shot me a look just daring me to say no, “Yeah mom, we’ll be here.”
“And you?”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else Mrs. White.”
“Good boy,” she gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure and Andrew was left face to face with my father who held out his hand, Andrew shook it and thanked him again for everything.
“Andrew! Let’s go!”
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One of the main reasons I wanted to leave a little early was to take full advantage of Andrew in the backseat of my dad’s truck before his flight. And boy did we ever…we lay panting and sweaty in the back seat, Andrew resting on top of me as my fingers lazily grazed up and down the muscles in his back. He took my lips with his again, running his tongue along my bottom lip, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Mmm, I will miss your lips and everything attached to them.**” I said, squeezing his ass for emphasis.
“Look who’s getting all sentimental now,” he teased “I thought I shouldn’t be upset because you’re coming back in a week anyways…”
“So I lied…”
“You’re almost as bad a liar as I am then,” he said, pulling on his boxers.
“No, not yet. Just a few more minutes…” I whined, pulling him back down on top of me.
“Ian…my flight’s in 20 minutes and I haven’t even checked my bags yet…”
“Fine. I see how it is…”
“Don’t get like that,” he said sighing and pulling on his jeans, “You know I’d much rather stay here with you.” He placed another kiss on my lips for further emphasis as I had done earlier.
Giving in, I started to redress myself as I thought it might not be appreciated for me to say goodbye to my boyfriend without my clothes.
Once we were dressed I went with him as far as I could and then it was time to say goodbye, at least for today. Setting down his carry on, he grabbed me in a hug, pulling me close, “I thought we said no more PDAs…” I grumbled moodily.
“Fuck ‘em,” and much to my surprise his lips found there way on to mine and his tongue into my mouth. So off guard was I that I almost lost my balance, but he was there to hold me just like he always was.
When we broke away I was out of breath, it felt like the first time we’d ever kissed because it was new and exciting and I found myself ignoring the looks of the passers-by in the airport. I swear I even heard a business man walk by and call us ‘fags’, I was about to turn around and show him what this fag could do with his fists when Andrew grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him, “Forget them. It’s just you and me kid.”
I nodded, “I know. You better go hun, the flight attendant looks like she might kill someone and I’d like you to be in one piece when I get back to Toronto.”
He took a glance over his shoulder and grimaced, “You just might be right. I’ll call you when I get in. Love you.” He leaned in and kissed me again, and I remained completely in awe of how he was throwing this whole secrecy thing out the window.
“Love you too.” I called as he handed his ticket to the attendant who ushered him quickly into the tunnel. He turned around to give me one more smile and a wave and then he was gone. The ride home seemed a lot better even than the ride here as my lips still tingled from his touch.
***quote from the movie Elizabethtown, so it has all its own respective copyrights. I just really loved that line.
Characters: Andrew Raycroft / Ian White
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1926
Setting: Steinbach, Manitoba
Disclaimer: I don’t own these players, nor do I know their sexual preferences. The whole thing is a work of my imagination. The title is part of the lyrics from snow patrol’s song ‘Signal Fire’.
Ian’s POV
My parents got home a little while later and my mum whipped up some brunch for us. Omelette, peameal bacon and toast with a side of pancakes. I couldn’t help thinking that the trainers were going to have a field day with me when I got back. We were all sitting there quietly munching away when my father spoke.
“So you two were at the coffee shop hm?”
His voice was even and his eyes were fixed on his plate, I didn’t detect any anger in his voice but I decided to proceed with caution anyways. I took a side long glance at Andrew, who was holding his fork rather tightly and looked like he might be sick.
“Yeah we were there. Why?”
“They were talking about it at church, your…display.” He was looking at me now, still not angrily but thoughtfully.
“Display?” I asked incredulously, “I don’t see how what me and Andrew do is anyone’s business.”
“You made it their business when you blatantly did it in front of the whole town, and I thought you guys wanted to keep it quiet on account of your careers.”
“We did…do.” I sighed, putting down my fork and leaning back in my chair, “Sometimes I guess I forget…or maybe don’t care. I’m just getting a little tired of having to hide who I am. Besides…I only kissed him…you make it sound like I was giving him a blow job.”
Andrew choked on his food and I thumped him soundly on the back as my father shook his head and my mother sounded shocked, “Ian dear, watch your language at the table.”
“Well it’s true. I don’t see the big deal. If I was there making out with a girl, nobody would care! It’s not fair.”
“You’re right Ian. But that doesn’t change anything. You guys should be a little more careful.”
“Fuck being careful!” I stood up and marched out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the guest room. I was being immature, acting like a child but I didn’t care. I threw myself onto the bed, lying on my stomach, head resting on crossed arms and breathing heavily. I was sick of having to pretend to be something else because other people might get offended. It was bullshit.
“Ian?” There was a soft knock on the door and then it creaked open, the mattress dipped as someone sat down beside me and a minute later their hands were on me, rubbing my back soothingly. “You should apologize.”
“Apologize?!” I kept my face hidden, unable to look at Andrew right now. “Why do we always have to apologize? We haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Not for that,” he said dismissively, “For yelling at your parents. They didn’t do anything and they certainly don’t deserve to be talked to like that after everything they’ve done for us over the past week.”
“What do you know?” I murmured grumpily.
“I’d like to think the couple extra years I’ve got on you have taught me something kid.”
Kid. I hated it when he called me that. He knew it too. When I didn’t answer him he sighed and lay down beside me, rubbing my back still and easing my tensions away. I rolled over onto my side to look at him, he was lying there staring at me with an expression of amusement on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, unable to stop a small smile of my own, I knew I was being an idiot and so did he.
“Are we done with our little tantrum now?”
“I make no guarantees,” I muttered, a little annoyed still but definitely in better spirits.
He grinned and leaned in kissing me softly, and hugging me into him, “Good…and besides, who needs all those PDAs. I like it much better when it’s just the two of us.”
I let him kiss me for awhile, but I wasn’t giving up on this, “But why should we have to be confined to our own homes…if we’re walking down the street and I suddenly feel like I want to kiss you, I should be allowed to do it.”
Andrew groaned and rolled off of me, “Are you going to keep going with this? Cause it’s like your dad said…no, it’s not fair but that doesn’t make straight people any less disgusted with us. Christ…could you imagine if you pulled a stunt like that in the locker room? Half the guys would stop talking to us…you know what they’re like. Either that or beat us with their hockey sticks.”
“Aren’t you being just a little bit dramatic?”
“Did I just hear those words come out of your mouth? After what just happened downstairs?”
“Well? Aren’t you tired of sneaking around our own city? Having to pretend all the time?” I traced my thumb along his jaw line and his eyes closed…that’s it, I thought, I’ll make him see one way or another. He can’t resist me.
As if hearing my thoughts, he slid my hand off his face and simply held it between us, another grin crossed his face when he opened his eyes, “Nice try.” Leaning over he kissed me once more and then got up, “Now come on, how’s about you go say you’re sorry now.”
“Fine,” I pouted, following him downstairs to the living room. He let me go in first and my parents looked up at me from the couch where they were watching TV. I turned around to protest with Andrew once more but he was leaning against the doorframe giving me this look that said ‘get it done’.
One more annoyed glance in his direction, one more smirk in mine and I turned back to my parents. Okay, deep breath. “I’m sorry I was acting like a child, I just get a little frustrated sometimes that I can’t show how I feel about Andrew anywhere other than behind a closed door.” I shuffled my feet slightly, glancing at the floor again, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” my father grumbled, turning back to the baseball game. My mother on the other hand smacked him in the arm, “We accept and thank you for the apology. Although I expect it had more to do with Andrew than you…” she shot a grateful look in his direction. I turned around to see the warm smile he was sending back her way, his cheeks tinting the slightest shade of pink. Well at least they’re all getting along now…Traitor.
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The rest of the night seemed to fly by and I feared the morning when I would drive him to the airport. I convinced my parents not to come, insisting that we needed the time alone as my mother had been fussing over Andrew since he stepped into the house. The trainers would shoot me when I got back to Toronto for fattening up the goalie.
My mum made us breakfast, my dad even got up early too and they hugged Andrew good bye, thanked him for coming and said they were glad to have finally met him. I was glad that he got to meet him too, now I could stop lying to them. Andrew seemed to be happier for the experience as well, knowing that he was welcome in my parents house and that they didn’t hate him.
“Alright Andrew let’s go, we don’t want to miss your flight,” I said, shouldering his bags and heading for the door.
My mum grabbed Andrew in a firm hug, “Now you boys be sure to come back here for Christmas. I mean it. I want to see you sometime during the Christmas break!”
She shot me a look just daring me to say no, “Yeah mom, we’ll be here.”
“And you?”
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else Mrs. White.”
“Good boy,” she gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure and Andrew was left face to face with my father who held out his hand, Andrew shook it and thanked him again for everything.
“Andrew! Let’s go!”
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One of the main reasons I wanted to leave a little early was to take full advantage of Andrew in the backseat of my dad’s truck before his flight. And boy did we ever…we lay panting and sweaty in the back seat, Andrew resting on top of me as my fingers lazily grazed up and down the muscles in his back. He took my lips with his again, running his tongue along my bottom lip, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Mmm, I will miss your lips and everything attached to them.**” I said, squeezing his ass for emphasis.
“Look who’s getting all sentimental now,” he teased “I thought I shouldn’t be upset because you’re coming back in a week anyways…”
“So I lied…”
“You’re almost as bad a liar as I am then,” he said, pulling on his boxers.
“No, not yet. Just a few more minutes…” I whined, pulling him back down on top of me.
“Ian…my flight’s in 20 minutes and I haven’t even checked my bags yet…”
“Fine. I see how it is…”
“Don’t get like that,” he said sighing and pulling on his jeans, “You know I’d much rather stay here with you.” He placed another kiss on my lips for further emphasis as I had done earlier.
Giving in, I started to redress myself as I thought it might not be appreciated for me to say goodbye to my boyfriend without my clothes.
Once we were dressed I went with him as far as I could and then it was time to say goodbye, at least for today. Setting down his carry on, he grabbed me in a hug, pulling me close, “I thought we said no more PDAs…” I grumbled moodily.
“Fuck ‘em,” and much to my surprise his lips found there way on to mine and his tongue into my mouth. So off guard was I that I almost lost my balance, but he was there to hold me just like he always was.
When we broke away I was out of breath, it felt like the first time we’d ever kissed because it was new and exciting and I found myself ignoring the looks of the passers-by in the airport. I swear I even heard a business man walk by and call us ‘fags’, I was about to turn around and show him what this fag could do with his fists when Andrew grabbed my hand and pulled me back into him, “Forget them. It’s just you and me kid.”
I nodded, “I know. You better go hun, the flight attendant looks like she might kill someone and I’d like you to be in one piece when I get back to Toronto.”
He took a glance over his shoulder and grimaced, “You just might be right. I’ll call you when I get in. Love you.” He leaned in and kissed me again, and I remained completely in awe of how he was throwing this whole secrecy thing out the window.
“Love you too.” I called as he handed his ticket to the attendant who ushered him quickly into the tunnel. He turned around to give me one more smile and a wave and then he was gone. The ride home seemed a lot better even than the ride here as my lips still tingled from his touch.
***quote from the movie Elizabethtown, so it has all its own respective copyrights. I just really loved that line.