(unfinished fic) untitled Dany Heatley / Jason Spezza
Untitled Dany/Jason (Dany's first year in Ottawa)
Pairing: Dany Heatley / Jason Spezza
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
Rating: R
Dany is well aware of boundaries, what they are and who they apply to. He's spent the last four years of his life either gently turning away from them or slamming up against them. He counts to a thousand in German, cheating a bit, and listens to Jason walk into the coffee table and swear and bang open the hall door and go to bed. He counts backwards, French and English, one hundred to one until he falls asleep some time around fifty-eight and dreams he's being chased by the vampire from Sesame Street.
They call me The Count because I am in love with Jason Spezza Ha ha ha! Dany wakes up, half horrified his subconscious has gone from crush to stalker, pleased he didn't dream of Bert and Ernie. Cause, ok no. He doesn’t want to live with a guy where they each have their own beds, even though he does. And he's over his bad hair stage anyway.
Children's television doesn't have appropriate metaphors for wanting to fuck your line-mate. Except maybe the cookie monster. Dany can see himself saying "me want Jason" and nibbling his lips like they are cookie dough sprinkled with sugar. And yeah, this is why Dany should never be left alone with his thoughts.
Pairing: Dany Heatley / Jason Spezza
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
Rating: R
Dany is well aware of boundaries, what they are and who they apply to. He's spent the last four years of his life either gently turning away from them or slamming up against them. He counts to a thousand in German, cheating a bit, and listens to Jason walk into the coffee table and swear and bang open the hall door and go to bed. He counts backwards, French and English, one hundred to one until he falls asleep some time around fifty-eight and dreams he's being chased by the vampire from Sesame Street.
They call me The Count because I am in love with Jason Spezza Ha ha ha! Dany wakes up, half horrified his subconscious has gone from crush to stalker, pleased he didn't dream of Bert and Ernie. Cause, ok no. He doesn’t want to live with a guy where they each have their own beds, even though he does. And he's over his bad hair stage anyway.
Children's television doesn't have appropriate metaphors for wanting to fuck your line-mate. Except maybe the cookie monster. Dany can see himself saying "me want Jason" and nibbling his lips like they are cookie dough sprinkled with sugar. And yeah, this is why Dany should never be left alone with his thoughts.