(fic) Don't need to give me a dollar (just to hang around)
Title: Don't need to give me a dollar (just to hang around)
Pairing: Ray Emery, Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Jason wins the game. Jason wins and Antoine comes second and Ray comes third, but he says it’s because Antoine and Jason cheated when his back was turned when he was getting more beer.
Sometimes Ray finds Antoine sleeping on the couch in the mornings, Saturdays usually. Antoine all rumpled and the blanket from the back of the couch over his legs.
Sometimes he’s remembered to put his shirt back on, sometimes not. Sometimes he’s wearing Jason’s shirt or it’s inside out and Ray never says anything cause it’s not his place.
Jason wins the game because Antoine makes a desperate play at exactly the same moment he forgets he has a beer half way to his mouth and manages to drop the controller, spill his drink and die horribly in the space of ten seconds.
Ray laughs cause it’s fucking hilarious and ‘cause Jason goes to put his hand on Antoine’s leg for comfort or something, and then thinks he shouldn’t touch the guy, and then lets his arm hover in the air for a minute, and then realize he looks like a tool, and then slap Antoine on the arm and try and act all manly, and really, funniest thing ever. Dickheads.
Ray laughs cause he came second and Jason is one more win, and maybe two more beers away from the kind of loser victory dance that he, Ray, will get to mock him about for weeks.
Ray wins the next game cause he the fucking man baby. (And when he says ‘wins’ he means ‘utter annihilation. Baby.’)
Jason loses and insists they play NHL 2007 instead. He sulks while Ray finds the game (in the Neko Case case and Neko Case? Jason denies it’s his, says Gratts owns it but no one believes him).
Jason wins the first game and suddenly the sulk it gone. He’s not dancing though and Ray considers throwing a game and distracting Antoine into losing to see if Jason busts out the retarded monkey stomp or the gimpy boogie in celebration.
Ray, Bri and Jason went out one Wednesday after a game and got hell pissed. And who does that? Cougars, alkies and hockey players who had a game Friday, a game Saturday and a game Monday and need to blow off steam. Oh and an away, home, away schedule.
Ray had been chatting to these identical twins (and girls lied to him, they weren’t identical at all cause twin one had had amazingly sensitive nipples and twin two hadn’t). Bri had been trying to hook up with this chick that was - to Ray’s tutored eye - so far outside his fucking pay scale that it was laughable when Ray had noticed Jason wasn’t around trying to steal a twin (or two).
Ray had found him a few minutes later, huddled around the corner whispering into a cell with his shoulders hunched making plans to hook up with someone later. Someone he had called ‘baby.’ And damn but not many people can pull off the word baby, Ray knows ‘cause he can. Jason? Not so much.
And because Ray has the kind of sleuthing skills that mean that if there ever was a black James Bond not only would he be black but he would be fucking Canadian and a goalie that he checked the last number called on Jason’s cell. Cause yeah there could have been the kind of material that he could mock Jason for weeks and then he saw it was Antoine’s house he called.
Ray had gone back to the girls, pretty, not looking for a commitment and not wanting to hang around after breakfast, but what a fun breakfast it had been. And Ray was waving them goodbye from the door wondering why all girls couldn’t be that cool (and maybe it was because they were from out of town? They hadn’t even known anything about hockey) and Mr. not-in-the-least-bit-cool had been skulking down the street obviously surprised that he wasn’t going to be able to sneak into the house.
Ray being the guy he is demanded Jason tell him all the details about who he hooked up with and Jason being the idiot he was had responded with a bunch of generic lies that he, Ray, must remember to bring up at some point and mock him about.
Antoine wins but Jason has had just enough beer that nothing will make him sad unless they let him drink spirits, and Ray won’t let him drink spirits because half cut Jason is one of the fucking funniest things ever, and besides Antoine has been matching him drink for drink and eventually one of them will screw up and say something they shouldn’t.
Ray has his money on Jason.
Fuckers are just about drunk enough to let it slip what they get up to. One of the privileges of being goalie is not having a roommate on the road. Because the team knows that he, Ray, needs his peace and his sleep, and Ray likes the respect this shows. But sometimes he rooms next to Jason and Antoine.
Ray feels that this doesn’t show much respect on the part of the team. Until he figured out he was the only one who knew. It’s no use trying to hide things from Ray. He’s a fucking secret agent really.
It’s Jason who blows their cover, and yeah Ray called it would be blabbermouth, he’s always right. Antoine manages to make the NHL 2007 version of Saku Koivu score a goal like he did in the game and Antoine says ‘through the legs, see that?’ And Jason says (‘cause Jason aint ever had a thought that didn’t come out of his mouth) “I’ll get my hand between your legs anytime’ and then he realizes.
And maybe Ray is maybe a little more than half drunk himself cause the look On both their faces is fucking classic and he nearly spills his drink laughing his ass off.
But he doesn’t because he has more cool in his little finger then ether of them have in their whole bodies. Even Antoine with his gorgeous face and sexy accent. And Ray isn’t Jason so he managed to not say that aloud. And he’s not clinging to the end of the sofa; he’s leaning back to keep them both in his sight.
‘Now you can stay off the damn couch and I can watch the cartoon’s on Sunday in peace and not make your arse coffee.’ Ray says noting with great satisfaction the way Antoine blushes and Jason gapes at him like a moron.
And Ray turns back to the game and hits ‘restart’ and gets a hat trick before the lover boys have even managed to get their jaws off the floor.
“You cheated, you,” Jason is still lost for words because he’s stuttering like English isn’t his native language and not like he’s talking to fast because he has two thoughts in his head at the same time that he has to share like normal.
“Yeah, I did. Wat choo going to do ‘bout it Willis?” And Ray can break out the impersonations cause Antoine is still staring at him like a hot French Canadian traffic pylon with his mouth open and he, Ray the most fabulous, is now leading seven nil in the first. Ray feels a temporary sense of kinship with the Habs goalie that has just been pulled after facing his fingers of fury.
Jason manages to get his jaw closed and grabs the remote from Antoine’s hand. It’s nine-one in the second before Antoine manages to shake the shock out of his system.
“Why didn’t you say something?” And Ray is impressed by his ability to make a whine sound attractive, must be the accent.
Ray hits pause and turns to Antoine. He fixes the most serious and sincere look on his face that he can manage.
“Cause it’s fucking funny.” Ray replies, and has restarted the game and scored a goal before Jason can react.
Less than fifteen minutes later Ray stretches his arms above his head in silent but well deserved triumph.
Antoine is staring at the television screen drinking mindlessly. Jason is grinning and shaking his head.
“You cheated you prick. Why didn’t you save that for a really good time and get some shame miles out of it as well?”
“No shame in getting to bang pretty boy over there.” Ray says. “Besides you’re my boys, I got your back.”
“But the sofa is really fucking uncomfortable!” Antoine bursts out.
And Ray laughs so hard he actually does fall off the end of the couch.
“You asshole! Jason’s bed is fucking great and .. You cunt!” Antoine looks furious, but still cute, and Ray can’t help but laugh more. Jason is cackling as well.
Antoine shoves at Ray with his foot and pouts. And for some reason that makes Ray laugh harder, cause pouting, too fucking hilarious on a grown man.
Jason laughs again but it has a not that Ray doesn’t quite recognize and then he says, “well if we don’t have to hide…”
That’s all the warning Ray has before the two of them are kissing. Kissing on the couch. Kissing on the couch in front of Ray. Kissing with their tongues insides each other’s mouths and Antoine’s cheeks hollowed a bit like he’s sucking on Jason’s tongue and really. Ray stares at them. That’s so fucking cheating, and they aren’t even playing a game.
Pairing: Ray Emery, Jason Spezza, Antoine Vermette
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue.
Jason wins the game. Jason wins and Antoine comes second and Ray comes third, but he says it’s because Antoine and Jason cheated when his back was turned when he was getting more beer.
Sometimes Ray finds Antoine sleeping on the couch in the mornings, Saturdays usually. Antoine all rumpled and the blanket from the back of the couch over his legs.
Sometimes he’s remembered to put his shirt back on, sometimes not. Sometimes he’s wearing Jason’s shirt or it’s inside out and Ray never says anything cause it’s not his place.
Jason wins the game because Antoine makes a desperate play at exactly the same moment he forgets he has a beer half way to his mouth and manages to drop the controller, spill his drink and die horribly in the space of ten seconds.
Ray laughs cause it’s fucking hilarious and ‘cause Jason goes to put his hand on Antoine’s leg for comfort or something, and then thinks he shouldn’t touch the guy, and then lets his arm hover in the air for a minute, and then realize he looks like a tool, and then slap Antoine on the arm and try and act all manly, and really, funniest thing ever. Dickheads.
Ray laughs cause he came second and Jason is one more win, and maybe two more beers away from the kind of loser victory dance that he, Ray, will get to mock him about for weeks.
Ray wins the next game cause he the fucking man baby. (And when he says ‘wins’ he means ‘utter annihilation. Baby.’)
Jason loses and insists they play NHL 2007 instead. He sulks while Ray finds the game (in the Neko Case case and Neko Case? Jason denies it’s his, says Gratts owns it but no one believes him).
Jason wins the first game and suddenly the sulk it gone. He’s not dancing though and Ray considers throwing a game and distracting Antoine into losing to see if Jason busts out the retarded monkey stomp or the gimpy boogie in celebration.
Ray, Bri and Jason went out one Wednesday after a game and got hell pissed. And who does that? Cougars, alkies and hockey players who had a game Friday, a game Saturday and a game Monday and need to blow off steam. Oh and an away, home, away schedule.
Ray had been chatting to these identical twins (and girls lied to him, they weren’t identical at all cause twin one had had amazingly sensitive nipples and twin two hadn’t). Bri had been trying to hook up with this chick that was - to Ray’s tutored eye - so far outside his fucking pay scale that it was laughable when Ray had noticed Jason wasn’t around trying to steal a twin (or two).
Ray had found him a few minutes later, huddled around the corner whispering into a cell with his shoulders hunched making plans to hook up with someone later. Someone he had called ‘baby.’ And damn but not many people can pull off the word baby, Ray knows ‘cause he can. Jason? Not so much.
And because Ray has the kind of sleuthing skills that mean that if there ever was a black James Bond not only would he be black but he would be fucking Canadian and a goalie that he checked the last number called on Jason’s cell. Cause yeah there could have been the kind of material that he could mock Jason for weeks and then he saw it was Antoine’s house he called.
Ray had gone back to the girls, pretty, not looking for a commitment and not wanting to hang around after breakfast, but what a fun breakfast it had been. And Ray was waving them goodbye from the door wondering why all girls couldn’t be that cool (and maybe it was because they were from out of town? They hadn’t even known anything about hockey) and Mr. not-in-the-least-bit-cool had been skulking down the street obviously surprised that he wasn’t going to be able to sneak into the house.
Ray being the guy he is demanded Jason tell him all the details about who he hooked up with and Jason being the idiot he was had responded with a bunch of generic lies that he, Ray, must remember to bring up at some point and mock him about.
Antoine wins but Jason has had just enough beer that nothing will make him sad unless they let him drink spirits, and Ray won’t let him drink spirits because half cut Jason is one of the fucking funniest things ever, and besides Antoine has been matching him drink for drink and eventually one of them will screw up and say something they shouldn’t.
Ray has his money on Jason.
Fuckers are just about drunk enough to let it slip what they get up to. One of the privileges of being goalie is not having a roommate on the road. Because the team knows that he, Ray, needs his peace and his sleep, and Ray likes the respect this shows. But sometimes he rooms next to Jason and Antoine.
Ray feels that this doesn’t show much respect on the part of the team. Until he figured out he was the only one who knew. It’s no use trying to hide things from Ray. He’s a fucking secret agent really.
It’s Jason who blows their cover, and yeah Ray called it would be blabbermouth, he’s always right. Antoine manages to make the NHL 2007 version of Saku Koivu score a goal like he did in the game and Antoine says ‘through the legs, see that?’ And Jason says (‘cause Jason aint ever had a thought that didn’t come out of his mouth) “I’ll get my hand between your legs anytime’ and then he realizes.
And maybe Ray is maybe a little more than half drunk himself cause the look On both their faces is fucking classic and he nearly spills his drink laughing his ass off.
But he doesn’t because he has more cool in his little finger then ether of them have in their whole bodies. Even Antoine with his gorgeous face and sexy accent. And Ray isn’t Jason so he managed to not say that aloud. And he’s not clinging to the end of the sofa; he’s leaning back to keep them both in his sight.
‘Now you can stay off the damn couch and I can watch the cartoon’s on Sunday in peace and not make your arse coffee.’ Ray says noting with great satisfaction the way Antoine blushes and Jason gapes at him like a moron.
And Ray turns back to the game and hits ‘restart’ and gets a hat trick before the lover boys have even managed to get their jaws off the floor.
“You cheated, you,” Jason is still lost for words because he’s stuttering like English isn’t his native language and not like he’s talking to fast because he has two thoughts in his head at the same time that he has to share like normal.
“Yeah, I did. Wat choo going to do ‘bout it Willis?” And Ray can break out the impersonations cause Antoine is still staring at him like a hot French Canadian traffic pylon with his mouth open and he, Ray the most fabulous, is now leading seven nil in the first. Ray feels a temporary sense of kinship with the Habs goalie that has just been pulled after facing his fingers of fury.
Jason manages to get his jaw closed and grabs the remote from Antoine’s hand. It’s nine-one in the second before Antoine manages to shake the shock out of his system.
“Why didn’t you say something?” And Ray is impressed by his ability to make a whine sound attractive, must be the accent.
Ray hits pause and turns to Antoine. He fixes the most serious and sincere look on his face that he can manage.
“Cause it’s fucking funny.” Ray replies, and has restarted the game and scored a goal before Jason can react.
Less than fifteen minutes later Ray stretches his arms above his head in silent but well deserved triumph.
Antoine is staring at the television screen drinking mindlessly. Jason is grinning and shaking his head.
“You cheated you prick. Why didn’t you save that for a really good time and get some shame miles out of it as well?”
“No shame in getting to bang pretty boy over there.” Ray says. “Besides you’re my boys, I got your back.”
“But the sofa is really fucking uncomfortable!” Antoine bursts out.
And Ray laughs so hard he actually does fall off the end of the couch.
“You asshole! Jason’s bed is fucking great and .. You cunt!” Antoine looks furious, but still cute, and Ray can’t help but laugh more. Jason is cackling as well.
Antoine shoves at Ray with his foot and pouts. And for some reason that makes Ray laugh harder, cause pouting, too fucking hilarious on a grown man.
Jason laughs again but it has a not that Ray doesn’t quite recognize and then he says, “well if we don’t have to hide…”
That’s all the warning Ray has before the two of them are kissing. Kissing on the couch. Kissing on the couch in front of Ray. Kissing with their tongues insides each other’s mouths and Antoine’s cheeks hollowed a bit like he’s sucking on Jason’s tongue and really. Ray stares at them. That’s so fucking cheating, and they aren’t even playing a game.