It does! In my head, Mika's been into Gabe since the first day of police academy, when he made the mistake of flirting with this cute blond at Starbucks who turned out to be Gabe, his new partner. The force has a strict no-fraternizing rule that Mika would looooove to break, but Gabe's a third-generation policeman (his mom's the commissioner, his dad's a detective, his sister's in the FBI...) and Mika respects that.
So they've been partners for almost two years now, and they've saved each other's asses a bunch of times, which has only served to make Mika fall even more in love with Gabe (and to think originally, Gabe's name in his phone was Cute Starbucks Blond.)
Mika's not really the relationshippy type, which is why he's been mostly single since he and Gabe became partners ("I'm not pining for him, shut your lying mouth, Paajarvi!") He's sat and suffered through two of Gabe's long-term (read: more than four months-type situations) relationships-- Gabe is mostly perfect, which is great, only he's married to the job, which eventually gets to his boyfriend/girlfriend. There've been times that he's broken dinner plans to go on stakeout with Mika instead, which Mika pins to the fact that Gabe just wants to solve the case, not for the appeal of Mika's face in low lighting at 2 AM.
Anyway, when this case rolls around, whatever Mika's feeling for Gabe has more or less simmered down to a low-grade ache that Mika fucking hates thinking about, because he doesn't want to be that guy. The last thing he wants is to be that guy who falls for his partner and can't get up again. Or can't get over it. Mika tends to mix his metaphors when he's drunk.
"More like can't get it up again," Magnus snickers, during the times when Mika gets blindingly drunk and maudlin with him. "Have you accidentally called his name out when you're with someone else yet?"
"You're the worst person I know and I don't know why I'm friends with you," Mika slurs. He buries his face in the couch. Chloe comes up to him and snuffles the side of his face with her cold, wet nose. "You're the only one I love, Chloe," Mika says.
"Careful, puppy," Magnus says, scooping Chloe up in his arms and cementing his place as Worst Person in Mika's Acquaintance. "He'll love you and leave you for Cute Starbucks Blond."
"I hate you," Mika says, but he doesn't really mean it, especially when Magnus puts the half-full bottle of vodka in his outstretched hand.
And then the detective in charge of the case gets the fantastic idea of putting secret video cameras inside the club where Gabe's stripping. Mika could stab the guy, really. It was hard enough having to listen before, but now he has it in blurry, pixelated color on his monitor. He'd imagined Skinner as some skinny, snot-nosed kid with acne. He could've lived without knowing that the guy Gabe's shaking his junk at almost every night is cute. And he's polite too, not reaching out and grabbing like some of the other douchebags. Mika watches Gabe's face when he talks to Skinner. He knows Gabe enough to know when Gabe's faking amusement, and... Gabe looks like he's genuinely having fun talking to the kid. Mika resists the urge to bang his head against the monitor, but only because he knows DI Stalberg will probably have his balls if he breaks it.
(Also lol I wasn't really that much into bandom so... I don't have that problem? HAHA. I don't really know if Gabe's got any other hockey nicknames tho.)
Tbh, this whole thing started out by me entertaining myself with the image of Gabe Landeskog shaking his gold-lame clad ass at Jeff Skinner, who's blushing all over the place but can't look away, but now that I've gotten into a Mika headspace all I want is the story where Mika's been in love with Gabe forever but Gabe doesn't realize and it's the worst because they're partners and they'd die for each other, but Mika can't ever tell Gabe that he'd die for him anyway even if they weren't partners. Mika hates how melodramatic he gets when he's drunk but apparently it's his fate.
LOL THIS GOT LONG (1/3)chronocidesMay 11 2012, 20:58:39 UTC
They've known each other since they were eight!!! Why isn't there fic of the two of them running off to the Swedish wilderness together at age 12 or something? Why is all Swedish hockey news in Swedish? :DDD: I'm betting when translated, there'll be something like the glory of Getzlaf's Finnish translation of "All ye will be fallen!"
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It kind of sucks that Krugs's big tipoff comes just as something fucks up the comms.
"Fuck no," Mika swears, as the constant chatter and music of the club dies down in his ear. He's getting nothing but static so he tugs the device out of his ear and turns his attention to the camera trained nearest to where Gabe's standing, waiting for his turn to go onstage. Gabe looks up at the hidden camera and makes the signal for busted comm. So at least he knows that there's something up with the comms. But the delivery's happening in an hour, and Mika has no clue whether or not tech support will get everything up and running before then. It's not like they're after a serial killer.
Mika swears again and thinks. He could go to the back entrance, say that he's Gabe's cousin or something, ask to talk to him. But there are ears everywhere. Mika thinks harder.
And then the solution comes to him. It's so simple he doesn't know why he didn't think of it first. He grabs his phone and dials Krugs, who's on his way to the scene with back-up.
"I'm going in to alert Landeskog," Mika says. "Wait for me outside. I'm initiating protocol beta."
"What the fuck, Mika? Protocol beta? That doesn't mean anything!" he can hear Krugs's shout, a little tinny through the phone before he ends the call.
Whatever. It's Krugs's fault for never listening to Mika's inebriated conspiracy theorizing. Mika glances at himself in the van's rearview mirror, messes up his hair. He's dressed for stakeout, which means jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. He checks that his wallet's in his back pocket before exiting the van and walking the two blocks to Staal's club.
The bouncers at the door let him through easily enough, and Mika tries to give off the air of "college kid looking for a good time", not "cop on a risky mission". He thinks he does it pretty well.
He sidles over to the guy he recognizes as the handler from surveillance videos and Gabe's descriptions. He's wearing a cowboy hat and a fringed vest.
"Uh, hey," Mika says. "How much for a private dance?"
The handler looks him up and down, grinning. "Depends on who you want, kid."
Mika grins back, confident, and points at Gabe, who hasn't noticed him yet.
"One-fifty," the guy says, and Mika's mouth almost drops open. Almost. The handler shrugs. "He's very in demand, our Gabriel."
"Fine," Mika huffs, handing over the money. "But I want a soundproof room. The kind with no cameras."
The handler grins at him again, all-teeth, like a shark. "I gotcha." He waves to get Gabe's attention and to Gabe's credit, he doesn't react at all when he sees Mika and the handler tells him what Mika wants. He crooks his finger at Mika to get him to follow him down a narrow hallway lined with doors.
"In here," Gabe says, his voice a little deeper than usual, and Mika takes a seat on the banquette inside.
Gabe was in the middle of taking off his clothes on-stage when the handler'd told him to get off. He's still wearing these ripped up jeans that almost look like they can slip off his hips, and whatever he's got on under there, but that's it.
"There's a camera over there," Gabe says quietly, tilting his head to the right and matching it with a roll of his hips so it looks deliberate. Mika thinks wistfully of when he and Gabe first got assigned this case, how Gabe moved so spastically that it seemed impossible he'd get hired at this club. Now he moves like he's been doing it forever. "But there's no sound. Budget only covers so much. So we can talk freely."
"You have to keep moving though," Mika points out. He puts his hands behind his head and settles back to enjoy the show. "Think of this as a test."
Gabe rolls his eyes, but doesn't stop moving. "The comms blew out?"
"I'm thinking interference," Mika says. Gabe's eyes widen, but Mika shakes his head. "No, I don't think they're on to you, but-- there's a shipment coming in from Moscow tonight. A big one."
"Drugs?" Gabe asks, getting up on the table in front of Mika. It puts his crotch almost up against Mika's face, and Mika's torn between acting like a friend and acting like an asshole who buys lapdances regularly. The camera can see his face, so he chooses the latter.
"Krugs's source thinks it's weapons," Mika says. "The camera in the dog collar you wear for your first dance should still work. It's going to go into the sub-basement beneath this club."
"So no arrests tonight," Gabe says. He does something with his hips that has his thighs straining against the ripped fabric of the jeans. Mika swallows around the lump in his suddenly dry throat.
"No," Mika croaks. "We need more evidence."
"Understood," Gabe says. He pops the button on his fly.
"You don't--" Mika says weakly. Gabe smiles down at him.
"You paid for the full package," Gabe says, waggling his eyebrows at Mika. "Why do you think there's a camera there?"
"For your protection?" Mika says, as Gabe's jeans drop to the floor. He's wearing a ridiculously tight pair of briefs underneath. It's either the best moment of Mika's life, or the worst.
"Well, yeah," Gabe says. "But Staal also likes to make sure everybody gets what they paid for." It's probably Mika's imagination that he sounds really tense while he says it. "Just go with it, Mika, okay?"
Mika's about to ask what, then Gabe's crawling into his lap, putting his hands on either side of Mika's head for leverage. Mika's going to die. He's been halfway to hard the whole night, just watching Gabe, but now he can't control it, especially when Gabe moves a little so his ass is just about brushing the front of Mika's jeans.
Gabe's eyes widen when he feels Mika against him. Mika's face feels like it's on fire.
"It's okay," Gabe says. "It's natural, you're in a fucking strip club for god's sake. No, don't say anything."
Mika shuts his mouth.
"Pretend to come after a few minutes," Gabe says. "If you get yourself dirty, there's a room that they'll take you so you can get, uh, cleaned up. It's in the level below this one-- Staal thinks of everything-- and you'll be able to nose around for a few minutes before they take you back up." Before Mika can say anything, he's grinding against Mika, his eyes closing.
Gabe in his lap is loads better than anything Mika would ever dream up. Gabe's chest is right in front of him, the muscles gleaming with sweat and Mika can see that Gabe's hard too, jesus christ. Gabe moves his hips so the curve of his ass drags against Mika's dick, and Mika has to bite down on his lips to keep from making a totally embarrassing sound.
And there's no need to pretend. Mika's hips jerk up and his vision all but whites out.
When he comes back to himself, Gabe's got his ripped up jeans back on and a funny expression on his face. He's still hard, Mika can tell, and he gestures at Gabe, who shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it," Gabe says. He pulls the door open and says, loud enough to be heard down the hall. "I'll get someone to take you somewhere you can get cleaned up, sir." In the dim light, Gabe almost looks like a stranger. He looks back at Mika, once, and lets the door fall closed behind him.
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When Mika gets back to the van, he's almost got his bearings back. Kruger and his partner Frolik are waiting inside.
"I had to go in," Mika says, before they can even say anything. "Now Gabe knows about tonight, and he's been working there long enough that they'll probably ask him to help unload." He barrels on, strictly business. "And the plans we have for the first level of the basement's wrong. Staal must've remodeled after his brother took off for Russia." He pulls the plans towards him and grabs a pen. He sketches out doors and elevators.
"He's probably discovered that this side's weak, so it's reinforced now-- no more small windows. I think it's a storeroom but I couldn't get inside. There's an electronic lock on it, with a code of six numbers, I'm guessing their mom's birthday, but I didn't get to try it, because I had to be taken upstairs. Anyway, that's where I think they're going to be bringing tonight's shipment."
Frolik clears his throat. "Good job, Zibanejad." He's already dialing DI Stalberg's number in his phone.
Mika turns to face Krugs, whose eyebrows are raised at him.
"Nothing happened," Mika says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Uh-huh," Krugs says. "I'm not going to even ask about the jeans."
They're bright purple, and were the only ones left in the club's lost and found. (Mika totally has a pair of these in his closet. He just doesn't wear them on stakeout, that's all.) Mika didn't want to ask why there were jeans in the club's fucking lost and found either. He's just glad he doesn't have to resume stakeout with cum-stained pants.
"Nice work, Mika," Krugs says sincerely, and claps Mika on the shoulder before sliding to the bank of computers on the other side of the van. Mika takes a seat in his chair and switches all the communications equipment back on. Everything looks fine now. He may have fucked up his friendship up with Gabe, and DI Stalberg's probably going to give him hell for leaving the surveillance van, but at least the system's back up. That's one thing to be thankful for.
So they've been partners for almost two years now, and they've saved each other's asses a bunch of times, which has only served to make Mika fall even more in love with Gabe (and to think originally, Gabe's name in his phone was Cute Starbucks Blond.)
Mika's not really the relationshippy type, which is why he's been mostly single since he and Gabe became partners ("I'm not pining for him, shut your lying mouth, Paajarvi!") He's sat and suffered through two of Gabe's long-term (read: more than four months-type situations) relationships-- Gabe is mostly perfect, which is great, only he's married to the job, which eventually gets to his boyfriend/girlfriend. There've been times that he's broken dinner plans to go on stakeout with Mika instead, which Mika pins to the fact that Gabe just wants to solve the case, not for the appeal of Mika's face in low lighting at 2 AM.
Anyway, when this case rolls around, whatever Mika's feeling for Gabe has more or less simmered down to a low-grade ache that Mika fucking hates thinking about, because he doesn't want to be that guy. The last thing he wants is to be that guy who falls for his partner and can't get up again. Or can't get over it. Mika tends to mix his metaphors when he's drunk.
"More like can't get it up again," Magnus snickers, during the times when Mika gets blindingly drunk and maudlin with him. "Have you accidentally called his name out when you're with someone else yet?"
"You're the worst person I know and I don't know why I'm friends with you," Mika slurs. He buries his face in the couch. Chloe comes up to him and snuffles the side of his face with her cold, wet nose. "You're the only one I love, Chloe," Mika says.
"Careful, puppy," Magnus says, scooping Chloe up in his arms and cementing his place as Worst Person in Mika's Acquaintance. "He'll love you and leave you for Cute Starbucks Blond."
"I hate you," Mika says, but he doesn't really mean it, especially when Magnus puts the half-full bottle of vodka in his outstretched hand.
And then the detective in charge of the case gets the fantastic idea of putting secret video cameras inside the club where Gabe's stripping. Mika could stab the guy, really. It was hard enough having to listen before, but now he has it in blurry, pixelated color on his monitor. He'd imagined Skinner as some skinny, snot-nosed kid with acne. He could've lived without knowing that the guy Gabe's shaking his junk at almost every night is cute. And he's polite too, not reaching out and grabbing like some of the other douchebags. Mika watches Gabe's face when he talks to Skinner. He knows Gabe enough to know when Gabe's faking amusement, and... Gabe looks like he's genuinely having fun talking to the kid. Mika resists the urge to bang his head against the monitor, but only because he knows DI Stalberg will probably have his balls if he breaks it.
(Also lol I wasn't really that much into bandom so... I don't have that problem? HAHA. I don't really know if Gabe's got any other hockey nicknames tho.)
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You could write the ass shaking Gabe with Mika interludes??? MAYBE THE COMMS GO DOWN AND MIKA NEEDS TO TALK TO GABE SO HE BUYS A LAP DANCE.
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BRILLIANT SUGGESTION.
It kind of sucks that Krugs's big tipoff comes just as something fucks up the comms.
"Fuck no," Mika swears, as the constant chatter and music of the club dies down in his ear. He's getting nothing but static so he tugs the device out of his ear and turns his attention to the camera trained nearest to where Gabe's standing, waiting for his turn to go onstage. Gabe looks up at the hidden camera and makes the signal for busted comm. So at least he knows that there's something up with the comms. But the delivery's happening in an hour, and Mika has no clue whether or not tech support will get everything up and running before then. It's not like they're after a serial killer.
Mika swears again and thinks. He could go to the back entrance, say that he's Gabe's cousin or something, ask to talk to him. But there are ears everywhere. Mika thinks harder.
And then the solution comes to him. It's so simple he doesn't know why he didn't think of it first. He grabs his phone and dials Krugs, who's on his way to the scene with back-up.
"I'm going in to alert Landeskog," Mika says. "Wait for me outside. I'm initiating protocol beta."
"What the fuck, Mika? Protocol beta? That doesn't mean anything!" he can hear Krugs's shout, a little tinny through the phone before he ends the call.
Whatever. It's Krugs's fault for never listening to Mika's inebriated conspiracy theorizing. Mika glances at himself in the van's rearview mirror, messes up his hair. He's dressed for stakeout, which means jeans, sneakers and a hoodie. He checks that his wallet's in his back pocket before exiting the van and walking the two blocks to Staal's club.
The bouncers at the door let him through easily enough, and Mika tries to give off the air of "college kid looking for a good time", not "cop on a risky mission". He thinks he does it pretty well.
He sidles over to the guy he recognizes as the handler from surveillance videos and Gabe's descriptions. He's wearing a cowboy hat and a fringed vest.
"Uh, hey," Mika says. "How much for a private dance?"
The handler looks him up and down, grinning. "Depends on who you want, kid."
Mika grins back, confident, and points at Gabe, who hasn't noticed him yet.
"One-fifty," the guy says, and Mika's mouth almost drops open. Almost. The handler shrugs. "He's very in demand, our Gabriel."
"Fine," Mika huffs, handing over the money. "But I want a soundproof room. The kind with no cameras."
The handler grins at him again, all-teeth, like a shark. "I gotcha." He waves to get Gabe's attention and to Gabe's credit, he doesn't react at all when he sees Mika and the handler tells him what Mika wants. He crooks his finger at Mika to get him to follow him down a narrow hallway lined with doors.
"In here," Gabe says, his voice a little deeper than usual, and Mika takes a seat on the banquette inside.
Gabe was in the middle of taking off his clothes on-stage when the handler'd told him to get off. He's still wearing these ripped up jeans that almost look like they can slip off his hips, and whatever he's got on under there, but that's it.
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"There's a camera over there," Gabe says quietly, tilting his head to the right and matching it with a roll of his hips so it looks deliberate. Mika thinks wistfully of when he and Gabe first got assigned this case, how Gabe moved so spastically that it seemed impossible he'd get hired at this club. Now he moves like he's been doing it forever. "But there's no sound. Budget only covers so much. So we can talk freely."
"You have to keep moving though," Mika points out. He puts his hands behind his head and settles back to enjoy the show. "Think of this as a test."
Gabe rolls his eyes, but doesn't stop moving. "The comms blew out?"
"I'm thinking interference," Mika says. Gabe's eyes widen, but Mika shakes his head. "No, I don't think they're on to you, but-- there's a shipment coming in from Moscow tonight. A big one."
"Drugs?" Gabe asks, getting up on the table in front of Mika. It puts his crotch almost up against Mika's face, and Mika's torn between acting like a friend and acting like an asshole who buys lapdances regularly. The camera can see his face, so he chooses the latter.
"Krugs's source thinks it's weapons," Mika says. "The camera in the dog collar you wear for your first dance should still work. It's going to go into the sub-basement beneath this club."
"So no arrests tonight," Gabe says. He does something with his hips that has his thighs straining against the ripped fabric of the jeans. Mika swallows around the lump in his suddenly dry throat.
"No," Mika croaks. "We need more evidence."
"Understood," Gabe says. He pops the button on his fly.
"You don't--" Mika says weakly. Gabe smiles down at him.
"You paid for the full package," Gabe says, waggling his eyebrows at Mika. "Why do you think there's a camera there?"
"For your protection?" Mika says, as Gabe's jeans drop to the floor. He's wearing a ridiculously tight pair of briefs underneath. It's either the best moment of Mika's life, or the worst.
"Well, yeah," Gabe says. "But Staal also likes to make sure everybody gets what they paid for." It's probably Mika's imagination that he sounds really tense while he says it. "Just go with it, Mika, okay?"
Mika's about to ask what, then Gabe's crawling into his lap, putting his hands on either side of Mika's head for leverage. Mika's going to die. He's been halfway to hard the whole night, just watching Gabe, but now he can't control it, especially when Gabe moves a little so his ass is just about brushing the front of Mika's jeans.
Gabe's eyes widen when he feels Mika against him. Mika's face feels like it's on fire.
"It's okay," Gabe says. "It's natural, you're in a fucking strip club for god's sake. No, don't say anything."
Mika shuts his mouth.
"Pretend to come after a few minutes," Gabe says. "If you get yourself dirty, there's a room that they'll take you so you can get, uh, cleaned up. It's in the level below this one-- Staal thinks of everything-- and you'll be able to nose around for a few minutes before they take you back up." Before Mika can say anything, he's grinding against Mika, his eyes closing.
Gabe in his lap is loads better than anything Mika would ever dream up. Gabe's chest is right in front of him, the muscles gleaming with sweat and Mika can see that Gabe's hard too, jesus christ. Gabe moves his hips so the curve of his ass drags against Mika's dick, and Mika has to bite down on his lips to keep from making a totally embarrassing sound.
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And there's no need to pretend. Mika's hips jerk up and his vision all but whites out.
When he comes back to himself, Gabe's got his ripped up jeans back on and a funny expression on his face. He's still hard, Mika can tell, and he gestures at Gabe, who shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it," Gabe says. He pulls the door open and says, loud enough to be heard down the hall. "I'll get someone to take you somewhere you can get cleaned up, sir." In the dim light, Gabe almost looks like a stranger. He looks back at Mika, once, and lets the door fall closed behind him.
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When Mika gets back to the van, he's almost got his bearings back. Kruger and his partner Frolik are waiting inside.
"I had to go in," Mika says, before they can even say anything. "Now Gabe knows about tonight, and he's been working there long enough that they'll probably ask him to help unload." He barrels on, strictly business. "And the plans we have for the first level of the basement's wrong. Staal must've remodeled after his brother took off for Russia." He pulls the plans towards him and grabs a pen. He sketches out doors and elevators.
"He's probably discovered that this side's weak, so it's reinforced now-- no more small windows. I think it's a storeroom but I couldn't get inside. There's an electronic lock on it, with a code of six numbers, I'm guessing their mom's birthday, but I didn't get to try it, because I had to be taken upstairs. Anyway, that's where I think they're going to be bringing tonight's shipment."
Frolik clears his throat. "Good job, Zibanejad." He's already dialing DI Stalberg's number in his phone.
Mika turns to face Krugs, whose eyebrows are raised at him.
"Nothing happened," Mika says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Uh-huh," Krugs says. "I'm not going to even ask about the jeans."
They're bright purple, and were the only ones left in the club's lost and found. (Mika totally has a pair of these in his closet. He just doesn't wear them on stakeout, that's all.) Mika didn't want to ask why there were jeans in the club's fucking lost and found either. He's just glad he doesn't have to resume stakeout with cum-stained pants.
"Nice work, Mika," Krugs says sincerely, and claps Mika on the shoulder before sliding to the bank of computers on the other side of the van. Mika takes a seat in his chair and switches all the communications equipment back on. Everything looks fine now. He may have fucked up his friendship up with Gabe, and DI Stalberg's probably going to give him hell for leaving the surveillance van, but at least the system's back up. That's one thing to be thankful for.
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