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Title: Dying In English
Rating: PG-13-ish Jordan likes the f-bomb in this one.
Summary: If Evgeni and Jordan aren't fighting, they aren't talking at all.
Note: My second post. Rip into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them because sex slaves are illegal.
I saw Evgeni after practice. He turned and all but ran in the opposite direction. I ran after him and ended up being clothes lined and full-body tackled by Sidney and Marc-Andre.
“What are you doing!!” I screamed as they picked me up off the floor and held me against the wall by my shoulders.
“No, no,” Flower scolded me, “What are you doing, Jordan?”
“Um, I was going after Gino…”
Sidney looked at Flower, then slapped me.
“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?”
“Okay, so, Flower just explained this to me,” Sidney smiled, “You cant call a guy who you’re in love with Gino, especially after you kissed him!”
“He kissed me and how the fuck did you know about that?!?” I struggled to get free.
Marc-Ander Fleury and Sidney Crosby are MUCH stronger than they look.
“Uh, Sergei saw you guys,” Flower shook his head and his shaggy brown hair fell in his face.
“Guys, I was going after him and you---”
Sidney slapped me again.
“I am so gonna get your skinny asses back for this,” I growled. Again. Man, I was getting good at it.
“Shut-up and listen,” Flower growled back. He was better at it. “What were you going to say to him?”
“Uh, something like, ‘Gino, you sure you want me?’” I looked from the goalie to the forward. My eyes settled on the taller one.
He shook his head and I thought he was going to have Sid slap me again. I shrank back.
“You can not say that to him, Jordan,” Flower slowly smiled.
“Why?”
“He will think you have second thoughts about him. He already thinks he made a mistake with the kiss. You should just… fuck him! Or let him fuck you…” it looked like a light went off in the older man’s dark eyes.
“Marc-Ander Fleury, you are a fucking crazy French bastard!” I laughed. He let my arm go and I hugged him, clutching at the back of his shirt, then I kissed his cheek.
“Um, Gronk?”
Fuck. You have no idea how fucked I was.
I just looked back. There was Evgeni moving from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Sergei had his hand clamped on the younger Russian’s shoulder. Gonch looked pissed as hell. Evgeni looked like he was going to vomit.
“Well, this sucks. He caught you.”
Shut-up Sidney! Just shut-up!
Flower was momentarily stunned, then he shook his head, “No matter what we say, it wont look any better, will it?”
Evgeni and Sergei shook their heads in unison.
Flower smiled wickedly. He threw his arms around my chest from behind and pulled my body against his. I’m taller than he is so I fell hard back into his embrace.
“Flower!” I yelped, clutching at his arms.
Evgeni snarled and stormed at us and pried my body from the skinny French-Canadian’s arms. I held him onto him around his wide shoulders and pressed myself against him as he wrapped his arms possessively around my waist.
“There,” Flower smiled smugly and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sidney shook his head, “You really are crazy, Flower.”
Sergei cheered from the other end of the hall and clapped.
“Evgeni seriously could have killed you,” Sidney continued.
“Mine,” Evgeni growled at Flower and crushed me closer.
“All yours,” I whispered in his ear and he kissed my cheek.
“Seriously, you could be dead right now.”
“Shut-up, captain,” Flower slapped Sidney’s chest and he jumped.
Evgeni let me go then took my hand and tugged me toward the door. I smiled and followed happily, tangling our fingers together. He looked at our hands in surprise, then looked up to smile warmly at me.
He led me to my car, then turned to look at me.
“What… Why you kiss Flower?” he asked running his thumb over the backside of my hand.
“He… hmm,” I couldn’t think of a way to explain it, “I… um”
“He make you happy?” Evgeni’s dark eyes clouded over.
“Yes, but… he made me laugh and I guess that made me very happy,” I squeezed his hand.
“I make you happy, Jordan?” he looked at the blacktop.
“Yes. You make me very happy,” I already knew where the conversation was going.
“Will you give me…kiss?” he barely whispered the last word.
“Of course,” I whispered back, then leaned forward, lifting his chin with my free hand and pressed our mouths together.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled when the kiss broke.
“Is that Russian for ‘good’ or ‘hot damn’?” I asked, leaning on him heavily.
“It is English for ‘do not stop, Jordan’,” he smiled shyly.
“Okay,” I tangled my fingers in his jet black hair, pulling it slightly, then kissing him again.
This time when he licked my bottom lip, I let him in my mouth. Evgeni’s tongue stroked over mine and I pressed on it, forcing both of our tongue’s into his mouth. He moaned hotly.
“Um, guys, you should probably not be making-out in the parking lot,” Flower hip checked us.
Evgeni made a face that was a cross between disgust and anger.
Sidney stifled a fit of laughter, then yelped when I kicked at him.
“No need to be violent, Staalzy,” he jumped back.
I glared and Evgeni wrapped his arms around me again.
“Possessive, are you?” Sidney wiggled his eyebrows.
“Only when I am seeing Flower,” he snarled.
“Hey, he was just messing around,” I tugged at Evgeni’s hair.
The Russian frowned, “I do not like it.”
Flower proceeded to whole-heartedly throw himself at me. He knocked me back into my poor car and kissed my neck.
“I admit it! I love you sooooooooo much!” he cried, nuzzling my neck.
I stared at him stupidly as he kissed my chin, shoulder, and neck.
“I just really want to---”
His rant was cut off when Evgeni pulled Flower off of me. I blinked a few times, then pulled his back against my chest, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“Flower!” Maxime opened and closed his mouth.
Marc-Andre’s good-natured grin disappeared.
“I was playing around. Besides,” he waved his hand gracefully, “You have no reason to be angry. I do not belong to you.”
Maxime clamped his jaw closed, then spoke in a strangely calm voice, “You’re right, Flower, I do not.”
I don’t know what happened after that because I noticed Evgeni’s hands had death-grips on my forearms and he was slightly trembling.
“Hey, Evgeni,” I spun him around to face me, “you wanna come to my place?”
He nodded and I leaned towards to give him a kiss. His hands clutched at my shirt.
“It’s okay,” I said in his ear.
He gave me a hard kiss and we got into my SUV.
He didn’t say anything during the ride to my apartment. He kept his eyes down and kept fidgeting with his seatbelt and his bracelet.
Rating: PG-13-ish Jordan likes the f-bomb in this one.
Summary: If Evgeni and Jordan aren't fighting, they aren't talking at all.
Note: My second post. Rip into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them because sex slaves are illegal.
I saw Evgeni after practice. He turned and all but ran in the opposite direction. I ran after him and ended up being clothes lined and full-body tackled by Sidney and Marc-Andre.
“What are you doing!!” I screamed as they picked me up off the floor and held me against the wall by my shoulders.
“No, no,” Flower scolded me, “What are you doing, Jordan?”
“Um, I was going after Gino…”
Sidney looked at Flower, then slapped me.
“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?”
“Okay, so, Flower just explained this to me,” Sidney smiled, “You cant call a guy who you’re in love with Gino, especially after you kissed him!”
“He kissed me and how the fuck did you know about that?!?” I struggled to get free.
Marc-Ander Fleury and Sidney Crosby are MUCH stronger than they look.
“Uh, Sergei saw you guys,” Flower shook his head and his shaggy brown hair fell in his face.
“Guys, I was going after him and you---”
Sidney slapped me again.
“I am so gonna get your skinny asses back for this,” I growled. Again. Man, I was getting good at it.
“Shut-up and listen,” Flower growled back. He was better at it. “What were you going to say to him?”
“Uh, something like, ‘Gino, you sure you want me?’” I looked from the goalie to the forward. My eyes settled on the taller one.
He shook his head and I thought he was going to have Sid slap me again. I shrank back.
“You can not say that to him, Jordan,” Flower slowly smiled.
“Why?”
“He will think you have second thoughts about him. He already thinks he made a mistake with the kiss. You should just… fuck him! Or let him fuck you…” it looked like a light went off in the older man’s dark eyes.
“Marc-Ander Fleury, you are a fucking crazy French bastard!” I laughed. He let my arm go and I hugged him, clutching at the back of his shirt, then I kissed his cheek.
“Um, Gronk?”
Fuck. You have no idea how fucked I was.
I just looked back. There was Evgeni moving from one foot to the other uncomfortably. Sergei had his hand clamped on the younger Russian’s shoulder. Gonch looked pissed as hell. Evgeni looked like he was going to vomit.
“Well, this sucks. He caught you.”
Shut-up Sidney! Just shut-up!
Flower was momentarily stunned, then he shook his head, “No matter what we say, it wont look any better, will it?”
Evgeni and Sergei shook their heads in unison.
Flower smiled wickedly. He threw his arms around my chest from behind and pulled my body against his. I’m taller than he is so I fell hard back into his embrace.
“Flower!” I yelped, clutching at his arms.
Evgeni snarled and stormed at us and pried my body from the skinny French-Canadian’s arms. I held him onto him around his wide shoulders and pressed myself against him as he wrapped his arms possessively around my waist.
“There,” Flower smiled smugly and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sidney shook his head, “You really are crazy, Flower.”
Sergei cheered from the other end of the hall and clapped.
“Evgeni seriously could have killed you,” Sidney continued.
“Mine,” Evgeni growled at Flower and crushed me closer.
“All yours,” I whispered in his ear and he kissed my cheek.
“Seriously, you could be dead right now.”
“Shut-up, captain,” Flower slapped Sidney’s chest and he jumped.
Evgeni let me go then took my hand and tugged me toward the door. I smiled and followed happily, tangling our fingers together. He looked at our hands in surprise, then looked up to smile warmly at me.
He led me to my car, then turned to look at me.
“What… Why you kiss Flower?” he asked running his thumb over the backside of my hand.
“He… hmm,” I couldn’t think of a way to explain it, “I… um”
“He make you happy?” Evgeni’s dark eyes clouded over.
“Yes, but… he made me laugh and I guess that made me very happy,” I squeezed his hand.
“I make you happy, Jordan?” he looked at the blacktop.
“Yes. You make me very happy,” I already knew where the conversation was going.
“Will you give me…kiss?” he barely whispered the last word.
“Of course,” I whispered back, then leaned forward, lifting his chin with my free hand and pressed our mouths together.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled when the kiss broke.
“Is that Russian for ‘good’ or ‘hot damn’?” I asked, leaning on him heavily.
“It is English for ‘do not stop, Jordan’,” he smiled shyly.
“Okay,” I tangled my fingers in his jet black hair, pulling it slightly, then kissing him again.
This time when he licked my bottom lip, I let him in my mouth. Evgeni’s tongue stroked over mine and I pressed on it, forcing both of our tongue’s into his mouth. He moaned hotly.
“Um, guys, you should probably not be making-out in the parking lot,” Flower hip checked us.
Evgeni made a face that was a cross between disgust and anger.
Sidney stifled a fit of laughter, then yelped when I kicked at him.
“No need to be violent, Staalzy,” he jumped back.
I glared and Evgeni wrapped his arms around me again.
“Possessive, are you?” Sidney wiggled his eyebrows.
“Only when I am seeing Flower,” he snarled.
“Hey, he was just messing around,” I tugged at Evgeni’s hair.
The Russian frowned, “I do not like it.”
Flower proceeded to whole-heartedly throw himself at me. He knocked me back into my poor car and kissed my neck.
“I admit it! I love you sooooooooo much!” he cried, nuzzling my neck.
I stared at him stupidly as he kissed my chin, shoulder, and neck.
“I just really want to---”
His rant was cut off when Evgeni pulled Flower off of me. I blinked a few times, then pulled his back against my chest, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
“Flower!” Maxime opened and closed his mouth.
Marc-Andre’s good-natured grin disappeared.
“I was playing around. Besides,” he waved his hand gracefully, “You have no reason to be angry. I do not belong to you.”
Maxime clamped his jaw closed, then spoke in a strangely calm voice, “You’re right, Flower, I do not.”
I don’t know what happened after that because I noticed Evgeni’s hands had death-grips on my forearms and he was slightly trembling.
“Hey, Evgeni,” I spun him around to face me, “you wanna come to my place?”
He nodded and I leaned towards to give him a kiss. His hands clutched at my shirt.
“It’s okay,” I said in his ear.
He gave me a hard kiss and we got into my SUV.
He didn’t say anything during the ride to my apartment. He kept his eyes down and kept fidgeting with his seatbelt and his bracelet.