Control
Title: Control
Pairing: Kyle Wellwood/Matt Stajan
Word Count: 633
Rating: pg-14 for language
Disclaimer: I don't own these two, and if I did, we'd be too busy having sex.
A/N: Thank youuuuu to my fic ho, honeybee718 for the beta! ♥
Matty’s POV
It had been a long day of shopping. No, I didn’t buy a single article of clothing. Not unless you count a red polo from Lacoste, but c’mon, a shirt that amazing for half off? I don’t think any sane person would let that deal slip by. Aside from the shirt, I stopped by the electronics store. The flyer that morning said that they were having a sale on movies and DVDs, and I could always add a few more to my stash.
There wasn’t anything in the movies department that peaked my interest. I strolled through the aisles until I got to the TV DVDs. They had The Simpsons seasons on sale?! This was my lucky day! I loved that show and lived off re-runs! I picked up all ten seasons they had available and went home.
Kyle was in the kitchen, so I quietly went into the bedroom to hide my shirt-Kyle hated it when I bought clothes frivolously. I didn’t know why he cared since we’ve both got the salary to afford it…but it bugged him nonetheless. I threw the bag into the bottom of my closet and went back out to the living room to watch my new purchases.
I took out season one, and was about to change the channel so I could watch it when the channel changed on it’s own. What the fuck? We didn’t have a PVR so the channels wouldn’t just do that… I looked behind me, and Kyle was sitting on the couch with the remote control.
“Hey… I was going to watch something…” I said, making my way to the couch. I sat beside him and he started whining.
“Too bad! I’ve been waiting for this for foreverrrrr!” he said, half paying attention to the T.V. I fake pouted.
“But… I just bought theseee! I wanna watch!!!” I said, showing him that I could whine just as well as he could. Kyle shook his head and kept a grip on the remote.
“But Mattyyy! It’s Myth Busters!,” he upped his volume a bit. Usually, I’d give in and just walk away, but I really wanted to watch The Simpsons! I mean, fuck! It was only the best cartoon comedy to exist!
“But Kyleeeeee! It’s The Simpsons!!!” I said, raising my voice as well. Kyle wasn’t budging.
“But Mattyyyyyyyyy! It’s a new episoooooooooode!” he said, his hand not moving off of the remote. “And besiiiiiiiiiiides! Since when do I watch TV?!” he added. This was very true, but he was watching the fucking Discovery channel! I hated watching that channel! I was running out of patience for this. I reached for the remote but Kyle clutched it to his chest.
“C’mon, Kyle! Give me the remote!!!” I said, trying to grab the remote. He wouldn’t let me take it, and my patience was really wearing thin. “COME ON!” I said, shoving him back against the pillows. He went with ease, but he wouldn’t let go of the fucking remote! I fucking hate not having control of the remote…
“Nuh uh uh, Matty… I’m not giving it to you…” he said, with this glint in his eye. I wonder what that was about… I pinned his arms above his head, but he still wouldn’t let the fucking thing go! He may have the softest hands in the NHL, but he sure did have a mighty grip. This wasn’t going to be easy…
“C’mon, Kyle…” I said, holding him down. “Give it to me!”
He just looked up at me and smirked. “I’m not the one in the position to give anything…”
What the hell was he talking about? I kept my firm grip on his arms. “What the fuc-“
Kyle leaned up and bit my lip.
The Simpsons could wait…
Pairing: Kyle Wellwood/Matt Stajan
Word Count: 633
Rating: pg-14 for language
Disclaimer: I don't own these two, and if I did, we'd be too busy having sex.
A/N: Thank youuuuu to my fic ho, honeybee718 for the beta! ♥
Matty’s POV
It had been a long day of shopping. No, I didn’t buy a single article of clothing. Not unless you count a red polo from Lacoste, but c’mon, a shirt that amazing for half off? I don’t think any sane person would let that deal slip by. Aside from the shirt, I stopped by the electronics store. The flyer that morning said that they were having a sale on movies and DVDs, and I could always add a few more to my stash.
There wasn’t anything in the movies department that peaked my interest. I strolled through the aisles until I got to the TV DVDs. They had The Simpsons seasons on sale?! This was my lucky day! I loved that show and lived off re-runs! I picked up all ten seasons they had available and went home.
Kyle was in the kitchen, so I quietly went into the bedroom to hide my shirt-Kyle hated it when I bought clothes frivolously. I didn’t know why he cared since we’ve both got the salary to afford it…but it bugged him nonetheless. I threw the bag into the bottom of my closet and went back out to the living room to watch my new purchases.
I took out season one, and was about to change the channel so I could watch it when the channel changed on it’s own. What the fuck? We didn’t have a PVR so the channels wouldn’t just do that… I looked behind me, and Kyle was sitting on the couch with the remote control.
“Hey… I was going to watch something…” I said, making my way to the couch. I sat beside him and he started whining.
“Too bad! I’ve been waiting for this for foreverrrrr!” he said, half paying attention to the T.V. I fake pouted.
“But… I just bought theseee! I wanna watch!!!” I said, showing him that I could whine just as well as he could. Kyle shook his head and kept a grip on the remote.
“But Mattyyy! It’s Myth Busters!,” he upped his volume a bit. Usually, I’d give in and just walk away, but I really wanted to watch The Simpsons! I mean, fuck! It was only the best cartoon comedy to exist!
“But Kyleeeeee! It’s The Simpsons!!!” I said, raising my voice as well. Kyle wasn’t budging.
“But Mattyyyyyyyyy! It’s a new episoooooooooode!” he said, his hand not moving off of the remote. “And besiiiiiiiiiiides! Since when do I watch TV?!” he added. This was very true, but he was watching the fucking Discovery channel! I hated watching that channel! I was running out of patience for this. I reached for the remote but Kyle clutched it to his chest.
“C’mon, Kyle! Give me the remote!!!” I said, trying to grab the remote. He wouldn’t let me take it, and my patience was really wearing thin. “COME ON!” I said, shoving him back against the pillows. He went with ease, but he wouldn’t let go of the fucking remote! I fucking hate not having control of the remote…
“Nuh uh uh, Matty… I’m not giving it to you…” he said, with this glint in his eye. I wonder what that was about… I pinned his arms above his head, but he still wouldn’t let the fucking thing go! He may have the softest hands in the NHL, but he sure did have a mighty grip. This wasn’t going to be easy…
“C’mon, Kyle…” I said, holding him down. “Give it to me!”
He just looked up at me and smirked. “I’m not the one in the position to give anything…”
What the hell was he talking about? I kept my firm grip on his arms. “What the fuc-“
Kyle leaned up and bit my lip.
The Simpsons could wait…