Scottie and Joff, "Moment #92"
Title: "Moment #92" Scottie and Joff
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Completely false, fiction, and oh yeah, not true.
Warnings: Attempted fluff. Boys kissing.
Summary: A moment in the lives of Scottie and Joff.
Credit: tinydancermags because this is one of the many series we have. And that damn holiday!
Author's Notes: A very special Valentine's Day themed moment. I know, it's like a week late. Bite me. My muse has been a little temperamental lately and you are getting this now. ENJOY! *Not edited.
The morning sun was bright, and after a couple seconds of rubbing his eyes the sleep was gone, he let out a big yawn, and Joff was finally awake. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if the day was really worth getting out of bed for. Oh wait, yes, they had a game that afternoon.
Joff stretched, arms going high above his head, and rolled over to face the other side. The clock read six AM and then - What the fuck? It was sitting on the nightstand, very innocently, although Joff was pretty sure the item presented anything but innocence. It was red, bright red, with a white bow on top. The shape of the box was mocking him.
It was a heart. A fucking heart.
Joff groaned and rubbed his forehead. There was a post-it note on top of the box, and when Joff picked it up he could see what it read. Love, Scottie. Joff was pretty sure the box didn't contain any love. Scottie didn't do love, and Scottie surely didn't do Valentine's Day. What was that boy up to?
Joff sat up in bed and grabbed the box. It was fairly light, and when he shook it he couldn't hear anything. Just fucking open it, and very carefully Joff pulled the top off. There was a mass of tissue paper and then there it was, all clear and bright and staring back at him. A bottle of lube.
"Noticed you were getting low so I figured you could use another bottle."
Joff jumped at the sound of his voice, but then settled for a glare. Scottie grinned and walked into the room. He crawled into the bed, lying down next to Joff, their bare sides touching one another.
"And look," He grabbed the lube from the box. "It's strawberry scented." The grin got bigger and all Joff could do at that point was laugh.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Joff pressed their lips together, the box being pushed away. Scottie's response was muffled by lips and a tongue and hands pushing him to lay back on the bed. The lube was well used that morning, safely tucked in the nightstand afterwards for later that night.
By: exigencyexit
Fandom: NHL
Team(s): Philadelphia Flyers
Pairing(s): Scottie Upshall/Joffrey Lupul
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Completely false, fiction, and oh yeah, not true.
Warnings: Attempted fluff. Boys kissing.
Summary: A moment in the lives of Scottie and Joff.
Credit: tinydancermags because this is one of the many series we have. And that damn holiday!
Author's Notes: A very special Valentine's Day themed moment. I know, it's like a week late. Bite me. My muse has been a little temperamental lately and you are getting this now. ENJOY! *Not edited.
The morning sun was bright, and after a couple seconds of rubbing his eyes the sleep was gone, he let out a big yawn, and Joff was finally awake. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if the day was really worth getting out of bed for. Oh wait, yes, they had a game that afternoon.
Joff stretched, arms going high above his head, and rolled over to face the other side. The clock read six AM and then - What the fuck? It was sitting on the nightstand, very innocently, although Joff was pretty sure the item presented anything but innocence. It was red, bright red, with a white bow on top. The shape of the box was mocking him.
It was a heart. A fucking heart.
Joff groaned and rubbed his forehead. There was a post-it note on top of the box, and when Joff picked it up he could see what it read. Love, Scottie. Joff was pretty sure the box didn't contain any love. Scottie didn't do love, and Scottie surely didn't do Valentine's Day. What was that boy up to?
Joff sat up in bed and grabbed the box. It was fairly light, and when he shook it he couldn't hear anything. Just fucking open it, and very carefully Joff pulled the top off. There was a mass of tissue paper and then there it was, all clear and bright and staring back at him. A bottle of lube.
"Noticed you were getting low so I figured you could use another bottle."
Joff jumped at the sound of his voice, but then settled for a glare. Scottie grinned and walked into the room. He crawled into the bed, lying down next to Joff, their bare sides touching one another.
"And look," He grabbed the lube from the box. "It's strawberry scented." The grin got bigger and all Joff could do at that point was laugh.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Joff pressed their lips together, the box being pushed away. Scottie's response was muffled by lips and a tongue and hands pushing him to lay back on the bed. The lube was well used that morning, safely tucked in the nightstand afterwards for later that night.