A Door Closes and A Window Opens
A Door Closes and A Window Opens
Pairing: Linden/Naslund; Raymond/Edler
Rating: G
The lovely brodeurbunny30 asked me to write my OTP cleaning out their lockers, but here it is with a touch of a pair of youngins too.
Mason's POV-
We had heard rumors that that Trevor might be retiring; but we didn't really think it could be true. However, when the word came down that not only would Trevor be starting Saturday night, but his whole family would be at the game, it seemed like the writing might be on the wall. I also should have known something was up with the way that Markus had stuck to him like glue the past few days, even more than he did already. I knew about them and their relationship, since it was the two of them that got me together with my own handsome Swede a few months ago; and we had formed a bond of sorts, the four of us. Before my guy and I got together, I had never really thought about dating a guy before; but to be honest, I had never thought about not dating them. I just dated girls because they liked me, they were soft and smelled good; and it wasn't real tough to get laid. Then last year in the Peg, I met Alex....but this isn't about me; it's about Trevor and Markus.
It's been two days since our last game and we're cleaning out our lockers for the summer; and as the reporters mill about in the locker room getting sound bites and some interviews, I see my mentor across the floor. His bag is in front of his stall with a few things in it, but it seems like he's reluctant to finish since this might just be it...what might be the last post season clean out for him.
He's sitting silently in his stall watching all the activity in the room, when his partner comes back in the room and taps him on the shoulder, handing him a can of something to drink. Trevor looks at it then at Markus as if he's a little taken aback that he did this....as if he was thinking about going to get it, but was beaten to the punch. As a soft smile breaks out across his face, he stands to take the can and sets it on the upper shelf as he begins to sort through a season's worth of stuff in his locker.
As both Trev and the captain go about their business with locker cleaning, every so often one will find something then will show it to the other. No words are spoken in the offer, nor in the response; there is only a nod for yes and it goes in one of the two bags, a shake for no which results in the item being deep-sixed in the large garbage can that sits in the middle of the room, or perhaps a shrug of the shoulders and it goes on the table that is next to the garbage can. It's amazing just how those two communicate with little to no words spoken at all…it's almost as if there's an invisible cord between their brains; they always seem to know what the other thinking. While it could be due to the fact that they've been great friends for over 10 years; I tend to believe that perhaps these two men are proof that soul mates do really exist.
"Hey Mase?" I look up to see who's talking to me; since I've simply been here mindlessly signing my name to sticks and pucks while watching the parade go by. When I look up, it's Trevor with a very full bag on his shoulder and two hazel eyes that are beginning to fill as well. Dropping the bag at his feet, he pulls me into an embrace; and I hear his rich voice softly in my ear. "Take care of yourself and each other….and don't be a stranger; you're both very special to us." With a tight squeeze, I feel the lightest touch of his lips on my cheek, then he lets me go to pick up his things before going to say goodbye to the others that are left. Behind him is our leader, his bag as stuffed as Trevor's; and I get a big hug from him as well.
"You have done well this year my friend…and I have a little something for you." Looking down, I see a well worn paperback in his hand; and when I look at the cover more carefully, it's a Swedish-English dictionary. As I take the book, I flip through it a bit seeing that there are not only bookmarks, but a bunch of words underlined or highlighted and lots of words spelled out phonetically. I must have a confused look on my face because as he hugs me again, I hear him speak. "If you learn some of this, I can promise you good things…score some points off the ice this summer." Backing away from me, he wiggles his eyebrows and pats my face before walking to the door where his partner is waiting for him. I wait a minute or so then slip out of the locker room to watch as my two friends walk down the hall. Just before they turn the corner, I see Markus slip his hand into Trevor's then I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I see a pair of pale blue eyes below a shock of pale blond hair and one of the sweetest smiles in the world.
"You almost ready?" Then I remember the book in my hand; so I flip to the page for the words I want to say as he watches me with a look of amusement.
"Ja…." and what I think is 'I love you' in Swedish, but this just makes my boy start to laugh. He then takes the book out of my hand, rests his arms on my shoulders and leans in to whisper.
"Jag älskar dig." After he says this, he looks over his shoulder and gently touches his lips to mine before taking my hand. "Come on…let's go finish up; we'll go home and I'll show you some of my favorite words."
Pairing: Linden/Naslund; Raymond/Edler
Rating: G
The lovely brodeurbunny30 asked me to write my OTP cleaning out their lockers, but here it is with a touch of a pair of youngins too.
Mason's POV-
We had heard rumors that that Trevor might be retiring; but we didn't really think it could be true. However, when the word came down that not only would Trevor be starting Saturday night, but his whole family would be at the game, it seemed like the writing might be on the wall. I also should have known something was up with the way that Markus had stuck to him like glue the past few days, even more than he did already. I knew about them and their relationship, since it was the two of them that got me together with my own handsome Swede a few months ago; and we had formed a bond of sorts, the four of us. Before my guy and I got together, I had never really thought about dating a guy before; but to be honest, I had never thought about not dating them. I just dated girls because they liked me, they were soft and smelled good; and it wasn't real tough to get laid. Then last year in the Peg, I met Alex....but this isn't about me; it's about Trevor and Markus.
It's been two days since our last game and we're cleaning out our lockers for the summer; and as the reporters mill about in the locker room getting sound bites and some interviews, I see my mentor across the floor. His bag is in front of his stall with a few things in it, but it seems like he's reluctant to finish since this might just be it...what might be the last post season clean out for him.
He's sitting silently in his stall watching all the activity in the room, when his partner comes back in the room and taps him on the shoulder, handing him a can of something to drink. Trevor looks at it then at Markus as if he's a little taken aback that he did this....as if he was thinking about going to get it, but was beaten to the punch. As a soft smile breaks out across his face, he stands to take the can and sets it on the upper shelf as he begins to sort through a season's worth of stuff in his locker.
As both Trev and the captain go about their business with locker cleaning, every so often one will find something then will show it to the other. No words are spoken in the offer, nor in the response; there is only a nod for yes and it goes in one of the two bags, a shake for no which results in the item being deep-sixed in the large garbage can that sits in the middle of the room, or perhaps a shrug of the shoulders and it goes on the table that is next to the garbage can. It's amazing just how those two communicate with little to no words spoken at all…it's almost as if there's an invisible cord between their brains; they always seem to know what the other thinking. While it could be due to the fact that they've been great friends for over 10 years; I tend to believe that perhaps these two men are proof that soul mates do really exist.
"Hey Mase?" I look up to see who's talking to me; since I've simply been here mindlessly signing my name to sticks and pucks while watching the parade go by. When I look up, it's Trevor with a very full bag on his shoulder and two hazel eyes that are beginning to fill as well. Dropping the bag at his feet, he pulls me into an embrace; and I hear his rich voice softly in my ear. "Take care of yourself and each other….and don't be a stranger; you're both very special to us." With a tight squeeze, I feel the lightest touch of his lips on my cheek, then he lets me go to pick up his things before going to say goodbye to the others that are left. Behind him is our leader, his bag as stuffed as Trevor's; and I get a big hug from him as well.
"You have done well this year my friend…and I have a little something for you." Looking down, I see a well worn paperback in his hand; and when I look at the cover more carefully, it's a Swedish-English dictionary. As I take the book, I flip through it a bit seeing that there are not only bookmarks, but a bunch of words underlined or highlighted and lots of words spelled out phonetically. I must have a confused look on my face because as he hugs me again, I hear him speak. "If you learn some of this, I can promise you good things…score some points off the ice this summer." Backing away from me, he wiggles his eyebrows and pats my face before walking to the door where his partner is waiting for him. I wait a minute or so then slip out of the locker room to watch as my two friends walk down the hall. Just before they turn the corner, I see Markus slip his hand into Trevor's then I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I see a pair of pale blue eyes below a shock of pale blond hair and one of the sweetest smiles in the world.
"You almost ready?" Then I remember the book in my hand; so I flip to the page for the words I want to say as he watches me with a look of amusement.
"Ja…." and what I think is 'I love you' in Swedish, but this just makes my boy start to laugh. He then takes the book out of my hand, rests his arms on my shoulders and leans in to whisper.
"Jag älskar dig." After he says this, he looks over his shoulder and gently touches his lips to mine before taking my hand. "Come on…let's go finish up; we'll go home and I'll show you some of my favorite words."