(unfinished fic) Keeper
Title: Keeper
Characters: Eric Staal (implied Jordan Staal / Sidney Crosby)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
Eric keeps two layers of clothes, arms length and - when he can manage it - a country between him and Jordan.
It’s not like he doesn’t think about them. Him. He does, but only in very specific ways now. He can think of Jordan on the farm. Or in school. He can’t think of Sidney at all.
He can’t think of Jordan as a hockey player anymore. He wants to punch interviewers in the face whenever they bring it up. Like shut the fuck up about Jordan being a Penguin, cause he’s a Penguin too, and Eric can’t think about Jordan being a Penguin without thinking of Sidney being a Penguin.
And he can’t think about them being teammates without thinking about the revolting things they do. A few nights ago, the last to change after a couple of long interviews Mike and Rod had walked out of the showers together while Eric was still pulling his sweaty equiptment off and Eric suddenly wondered if Sidney had ever coerced his brother into doing anything in the locker room.
Eric stands under the hottest stream of water he can and scrubs his skin demanding in his head that they never would, he couldn’t stand it. He wouldn’t allow it. Other people knowing. Making jokes about it. Knowing why the two of them stay late.
And even seeing the trailer for that damn dancing Penguin movie made him think about the two of them touching and that makes him want to puke.
Eric shakes his head like he can actually physically force the images out through his ears and away. God them kissing and Eric feels his stomach roll. It would be so fucking nasty. Stink of sweat and cologne. Eric shudders.
He can’t even think how disgusting it would be to kiss Crosby, like his lips would cover half of Jordan’s face in slobber and violence.
He was lying in bed with his girl and she was sucking his cock and he got a sudden image, Sidney doing this, even more horrifying Jordan, his baby brother doing this, being made to do this to Sidney. He pushed her off so fast she wondered if the house was burning down. He got her to bring him off with her hand, trying not to think of times when maybe him and Jordan (and Marc and Jer) must have all jerked off at the same time in the same house.
Eric wonders if Jordan ever thought about him and it’s like he’ll never fuck anyone ever again. He wants to walk into their place and pack Jordan’s stuff up. Make him move someone else, get him drunk, introduce him to some chicks, let this thing this phase work its way through his system, using force if necessary.
By deadening all the nerves in his body Eric doesn’t shove Jordan away when his brother hugs him. But he doesn’t have to fake the sincerity in his voice when he promises to keep what he knows a secret.
Characters: Eric Staal (implied Jordan Staal / Sidney Crosby)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it is untrue
Eric keeps two layers of clothes, arms length and - when he can manage it - a country between him and Jordan.
It’s not like he doesn’t think about them. Him. He does, but only in very specific ways now. He can think of Jordan on the farm. Or in school. He can’t think of Sidney at all.
He can’t think of Jordan as a hockey player anymore. He wants to punch interviewers in the face whenever they bring it up. Like shut the fuck up about Jordan being a Penguin, cause he’s a Penguin too, and Eric can’t think about Jordan being a Penguin without thinking of Sidney being a Penguin.
And he can’t think about them being teammates without thinking about the revolting things they do. A few nights ago, the last to change after a couple of long interviews Mike and Rod had walked out of the showers together while Eric was still pulling his sweaty equiptment off and Eric suddenly wondered if Sidney had ever coerced his brother into doing anything in the locker room.
Eric stands under the hottest stream of water he can and scrubs his skin demanding in his head that they never would, he couldn’t stand it. He wouldn’t allow it. Other people knowing. Making jokes about it. Knowing why the two of them stay late.
And even seeing the trailer for that damn dancing Penguin movie made him think about the two of them touching and that makes him want to puke.
Eric shakes his head like he can actually physically force the images out through his ears and away. God them kissing and Eric feels his stomach roll. It would be so fucking nasty. Stink of sweat and cologne. Eric shudders.
He can’t even think how disgusting it would be to kiss Crosby, like his lips would cover half of Jordan’s face in slobber and violence.
He was lying in bed with his girl and she was sucking his cock and he got a sudden image, Sidney doing this, even more horrifying Jordan, his baby brother doing this, being made to do this to Sidney. He pushed her off so fast she wondered if the house was burning down. He got her to bring him off with her hand, trying not to think of times when maybe him and Jordan (and Marc and Jer) must have all jerked off at the same time in the same house.
Eric wonders if Jordan ever thought about him and it’s like he’ll never fuck anyone ever again. He wants to walk into their place and pack Jordan’s stuff up. Make him move someone else, get him drunk, introduce him to some chicks, let this thing this phase work its way through his system, using force if necessary.
By deadening all the nerves in his body Eric doesn’t shove Jordan away when his brother hugs him. But he doesn’t have to fake the sincerity in his voice when he promises to keep what he knows a secret.