(fic) The Space Between
Title: The Space Between (All-Star fic challenge, 2003)
Author: Bernie
Pairing Jeremy Roenick / Dany Heatley
Also mentioned, Sergei Federov / Mike Modano
Disclaimer: For the love of God let this be fake
Rating: P-G 13?
Summary: Gap kink
Title: Swiped from a Dave Mathews Band song, since his Dany-ness is a fan
Thanks to everyone in IHC who kindly answered questions about teeth. I’m not crazy, there was a reason. Thanks Frala for reminding me about Wendell Clarke.
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JR’s POV. Dear Lord I am in JR’s head. This is hell.
Actual JR game quotes:
“There’s a fine young man”
“Shut your mouth Heatly no one wants to see that.”
“Come here baby give me some of that.”
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“Hey baby, good game.”
I see Dany roll his eyes at me. “Stop calling me that.”
I snigger, “are you someone else’s baby Dany?”
He looks horrified. “No!”
Good. He’s hot. I want him. How to achieve that?
“Come on, I’ll buy the MVP a drink.” The old ways are the best.
“I really don’t think…” I ignore the rest to of what Dany has to say, dragging him the hotel bar, then I get him really drunk.
Not that this was planned so well; I get myself horribly drunk as well.
I am explaining the best way of dealing with Bob Clarke, (a theory I haven’t shared with many people, given that it involves a gun, a fake passport and a road trip in Mexico), when Dany says he thinks he should go up to his room. I take what I am sure is the implied offer in that and offer to escort him upstairs.
He rolls his eyes as I throw a bunch of money, how much I haven’t a clue, enough, and walk him to the elevators, sliding my arm around his waist to steady him a bit. I throw a grin at Modo and Feds renewing their acquaintance (now that is a weird couple, if I told you what the two of them do you wouldn’t believe me, but it’s sick) and hit the button for my floor.
Same floor as Dany. Ah fate my fickle lady, sometimes I love you.
I can hear a funny clicking noise and turn to Dany.
“What is that? Is it the elevator?”
His cheeks go a little bit red and he turns to look at the numbers above the elevator door.
“Come on, what was that?” I drunkenly grab at Dany spinning around a bit, which overbalances the two of us and we fall back against the wall.
He resting pressed against me and I utterly forget what it was that distracted me as I wrap my arms around his waist and grin at him. Dany goes pinker and pulls away when the elevator grinds to a halt a couple of floors below ours. Shit. What fuckhead has such rotten timing?
Marcus Naslund that’s who. God he’s so hot, fuck I hope I’m not panting. Mmmm damp blonde hair teasing back of his neck, sexy accent; he is looking at the numbers above the door so I take the chance to ogle his rear end. Very nice, I am almost sad when he gets out a floor before us. He turns to nod goodbye and I smile benignly at him, hoping my utter lust hasn’t manifested itself as drool or something like that. He doesn’t change expression so I guess not.
I hear the funny clicking noise again and turn to Dany.
“Hey!” Fuck that sounds loud in here. “You!”
Dany jumps and turns to me. “What?”
“You”, I draw myself up forcing the words out through slightly numb lips. “You,” I repeat, “made a noise.”
He goes dark red. “I did not.”
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Did to.”
“Did not”
“Did.”
/PING/
“You were saved by the bell Heatly, but what was that noise.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Dany hightails it from the lift to his room, me is unsteady, but dogged pursuit. He doesn’t manage to slam the door in my face but does put a nasty dent in my shoe. Fuck it, I don’t like these shoes much anyway.
“Go away.”
“Nonsense Dan.” I smile broadly. “Ohh mini-bar.”
“Go away.”
“Tell me what that noise was.”
He turns away so I help myself to the Scotch. Ah Scotch, a man’s drink. I feel like a man now. I burst out laughing and spray the drink around as I realise what I said. God I crack me up.
“I think you have had a bit to much to drink.” Dany looks a little worried, nibbling at his bottom lip.
“Eh.” I flop down on the chair. “What was the noise?”
“I don’t know what you mean. What noise?”
I sigh loudly and let my head fall back against the chair. “In the elevator,” I begin slowly, “there was a weird clicking noise, when I said ‘what’s that noise’, you looked shifty and guilty, leading me to assume you knew what the noise was.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You’re blushing.”
“No I’m not.” Dany is chewing his lip again. Something is not right here. I heave myself to my feet and stand in front of him. I stare at his face. Something is different. Dany backs away but I step closer and stare some more. He is a little bit shorter than me so I lean down and peer into his face, what is different?
“Teeth!!!” Fuck that was loud. Again. We both jump. I am a loud person, what can I say?
Dany goes brick red and mumbles something I can’t quite understand. Eh, I’ve been called lots of things, how bad could it have been?
“Was that the noise?”
He glares at me but nods. “How? How do you make the noise?”
“Fuck off JR.”
“Show me and I’ll go.” Yeah sure I will, I wonder if he will fall for that.
Dany rolls his eyes but I see his bottom jaw move slightly and hear the noise again. “Part of the plate is loose, so it clicks.” He explains. “You can go now.”
“That is so cute.”
“Thanks for sharing JR. You can go now.”
“I think we should change the all-star to reflect this y’know.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dany squeezes past me and stands helplessly in the middle of the room before grabbing a couple of random bottles from the mini-bar and throwing on to me. Yuck I got gin. Hey-ho I throw it down my throat managing not to wince too much.
“Anyway I meant we should change the all star format to Teeth vs. No-Teeth.”
Dany waits a beat and explodes in laughter.
“No it would work!” I protest. “There’s me, Forsberg, Eric Lindros, Jagr, vs., ummm, Stevie Y, Wayne, ummm…”
“Ilya.” Dany adds.
“Exactly. “I smile at Dany. “You’re clicking again, you should just take that thing out.”
“No. And I notice you put yourself in that line-up.”
“Of course. “ I smile lazily at Dany. “Mullets versus Moustaches.”
“What the fuck are you babbling about now?”
“An all star game, Mullets vs. Moustaches.”
Dany starts to grin. “Lanny McDonald could be the coach.”
I laugh as well. “And Wendell Clarke could be Capitan.”
“Rob Rammage.” Dany giggles slumping on the couch next to me.
“Mario.” I say.
“He had a moustache?”
“Oh yeah,” I grin broadly at Dany, “this thin one, he looked like a private detective in a cheesy porn movie.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Dany smiles at me.
“We could rent one, let me call the front desk.” I lean over toward the phone and Dany grabs me and pushes me back against the chair, “don’t!”
I wrap my arms around Dany’s waist and hold him down against me.
“What are you offering me instead?”
Dany goes a little pink then shrugs and closing his eyes leans down and kisses me. I was expecting to run the show here, so this is nice, we mis-time a bit bumping noses, he laughs and I slide my tongue into his open mouth.
I twist my tongue around his, and all is going swimmingly when I tug him closer to me and tilt his head a little, managing to touch the damm plate in his mouth and Dany pulls back scooting to his end of the couch. Damm it.
“You could take that out y’know, I’ve seen you without it quite a lot today.”
“No.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “Jagr of course.”
Dany smiles. “Mullets.”
I nod. “Yzerman.”
“Wayne.” Dany counters. “And McSorley as enforcer.”
“Roy in goal.”
“He had a mullet? When?”
“Yeah a ginger one when he was first in the league, he looked ridiculous. Curls Vs. Balding,” I go on.
Dany laughs out loud. “Finally a team Tie Domi could make.”
“Mark Messier.” I say.
“Mats Sundin.” Dany says, “they could be all leafs.”
“Nah, ya gotta stick Brendan Morrison in there as well.” I laugh. “And so, curls?”
“Darryl Sittler?” Dany asks.
“Yuck, you can do better than him.”
“Trevor Linden” Dany says, “Marian Gaborik.”
I edge closer to Dany, winding one curl around my finger. “Travis Green, Eric Lindros.”
“Jiri Fischer.” He replies leaning closer.
“You.” I whisper and wrapping curls around all my fingers pull him closer to kiss again.
This kiss is going even better than the last one when I cup my hand around his jaw and move the damm plate again.
Instantly he pulls back.
“Take it out.” I growl.
Dany slightly opens his mouth, then smiles and says; “ok.” And disappears into the bathroom.
I wait for all of a second before I follow him, hovering at the door until he comes out, smiling slightly, with his mouth closed. I push him against the doorframe and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, swiping around the inside of his lips.
I feel Dany smile a little bit and I touch the roof of his mouth, flicking my tongue against the skin there until he trembles and grabs at my upper arms.
I then finally slide over to the space in his mouth and slip the tip of my tongue into the gap, tickling at the skin behind his teeth a little bit as well. I have perfect control until I slide my tongue out and the sides of his teeth scrape along my tongue and I’m shaking to.
We finally stop and Dany slumps down the wall a bit. I rest my forehead against his and whisper, “being in the NHL is having a gap kink.”
He smiles a little. “What other kinks do you have?”
“MVP’s” I reply. And kiss him again.
Author: Bernie
Pairing Jeremy Roenick / Dany Heatley
Also mentioned, Sergei Federov / Mike Modano
Disclaimer: For the love of God let this be fake
Rating: P-G 13?
Summary: Gap kink
Title: Swiped from a Dave Mathews Band song, since his Dany-ness is a fan
Thanks to everyone in IHC who kindly answered questions about teeth. I’m not crazy, there was a reason. Thanks Frala for reminding me about Wendell Clarke.
* * * * * * * * * *
JR’s POV. Dear Lord I am in JR’s head. This is hell.
Actual JR game quotes:
“There’s a fine young man”
“Shut your mouth Heatly no one wants to see that.”
“Come here baby give me some of that.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Hey baby, good game.”
I see Dany roll his eyes at me. “Stop calling me that.”
I snigger, “are you someone else’s baby Dany?”
He looks horrified. “No!”
Good. He’s hot. I want him. How to achieve that?
“Come on, I’ll buy the MVP a drink.” The old ways are the best.
“I really don’t think…” I ignore the rest to of what Dany has to say, dragging him the hotel bar, then I get him really drunk.
Not that this was planned so well; I get myself horribly drunk as well.
I am explaining the best way of dealing with Bob Clarke, (a theory I haven’t shared with many people, given that it involves a gun, a fake passport and a road trip in Mexico), when Dany says he thinks he should go up to his room. I take what I am sure is the implied offer in that and offer to escort him upstairs.
He rolls his eyes as I throw a bunch of money, how much I haven’t a clue, enough, and walk him to the elevators, sliding my arm around his waist to steady him a bit. I throw a grin at Modo and Feds renewing their acquaintance (now that is a weird couple, if I told you what the two of them do you wouldn’t believe me, but it’s sick) and hit the button for my floor.
Same floor as Dany. Ah fate my fickle lady, sometimes I love you.
I can hear a funny clicking noise and turn to Dany.
“What is that? Is it the elevator?”
His cheeks go a little bit red and he turns to look at the numbers above the elevator door.
“Come on, what was that?” I drunkenly grab at Dany spinning around a bit, which overbalances the two of us and we fall back against the wall.
He resting pressed against me and I utterly forget what it was that distracted me as I wrap my arms around his waist and grin at him. Dany goes pinker and pulls away when the elevator grinds to a halt a couple of floors below ours. Shit. What fuckhead has such rotten timing?
Marcus Naslund that’s who. God he’s so hot, fuck I hope I’m not panting. Mmmm damp blonde hair teasing back of his neck, sexy accent; he is looking at the numbers above the door so I take the chance to ogle his rear end. Very nice, I am almost sad when he gets out a floor before us. He turns to nod goodbye and I smile benignly at him, hoping my utter lust hasn’t manifested itself as drool or something like that. He doesn’t change expression so I guess not.
I hear the funny clicking noise again and turn to Dany.
“Hey!” Fuck that sounds loud in here. “You!”
Dany jumps and turns to me. “What?”
“You”, I draw myself up forcing the words out through slightly numb lips. “You,” I repeat, “made a noise.”
He goes dark red. “I did not.”
“Yes you did.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Did to.”
“Did not”
“Did.”
/PING/
“You were saved by the bell Heatly, but what was that noise.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Dany hightails it from the lift to his room, me is unsteady, but dogged pursuit. He doesn’t manage to slam the door in my face but does put a nasty dent in my shoe. Fuck it, I don’t like these shoes much anyway.
“Go away.”
“Nonsense Dan.” I smile broadly. “Ohh mini-bar.”
“Go away.”
“Tell me what that noise was.”
He turns away so I help myself to the Scotch. Ah Scotch, a man’s drink. I feel like a man now. I burst out laughing and spray the drink around as I realise what I said. God I crack me up.
“I think you have had a bit to much to drink.” Dany looks a little worried, nibbling at his bottom lip.
“Eh.” I flop down on the chair. “What was the noise?”
“I don’t know what you mean. What noise?”
I sigh loudly and let my head fall back against the chair. “In the elevator,” I begin slowly, “there was a weird clicking noise, when I said ‘what’s that noise’, you looked shifty and guilty, leading me to assume you knew what the noise was.”
“No I didn’t.”
“You’re blushing.”
“No I’m not.” Dany is chewing his lip again. Something is not right here. I heave myself to my feet and stand in front of him. I stare at his face. Something is different. Dany backs away but I step closer and stare some more. He is a little bit shorter than me so I lean down and peer into his face, what is different?
“Teeth!!!” Fuck that was loud. Again. We both jump. I am a loud person, what can I say?
Dany goes brick red and mumbles something I can’t quite understand. Eh, I’ve been called lots of things, how bad could it have been?
“Was that the noise?”
He glares at me but nods. “How? How do you make the noise?”
“Fuck off JR.”
“Show me and I’ll go.” Yeah sure I will, I wonder if he will fall for that.
Dany rolls his eyes but I see his bottom jaw move slightly and hear the noise again. “Part of the plate is loose, so it clicks.” He explains. “You can go now.”
“That is so cute.”
“Thanks for sharing JR. You can go now.”
“I think we should change the all-star to reflect this y’know.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dany squeezes past me and stands helplessly in the middle of the room before grabbing a couple of random bottles from the mini-bar and throwing on to me. Yuck I got gin. Hey-ho I throw it down my throat managing not to wince too much.
“Anyway I meant we should change the all star format to Teeth vs. No-Teeth.”
Dany waits a beat and explodes in laughter.
“No it would work!” I protest. “There’s me, Forsberg, Eric Lindros, Jagr, vs., ummm, Stevie Y, Wayne, ummm…”
“Ilya.” Dany adds.
“Exactly. “I smile at Dany. “You’re clicking again, you should just take that thing out.”
“No. And I notice you put yourself in that line-up.”
“Of course. “ I smile lazily at Dany. “Mullets versus Moustaches.”
“What the fuck are you babbling about now?”
“An all star game, Mullets vs. Moustaches.”
Dany starts to grin. “Lanny McDonald could be the coach.”
I laugh as well. “And Wendell Clarke could be Capitan.”
“Rob Rammage.” Dany giggles slumping on the couch next to me.
“Mario.” I say.
“He had a moustache?”
“Oh yeah,” I grin broadly at Dany, “this thin one, he looked like a private detective in a cheesy porn movie.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Dany smiles at me.
“We could rent one, let me call the front desk.” I lean over toward the phone and Dany grabs me and pushes me back against the chair, “don’t!”
I wrap my arms around Dany’s waist and hold him down against me.
“What are you offering me instead?”
Dany goes a little pink then shrugs and closing his eyes leans down and kisses me. I was expecting to run the show here, so this is nice, we mis-time a bit bumping noses, he laughs and I slide my tongue into his open mouth.
I twist my tongue around his, and all is going swimmingly when I tug him closer to me and tilt his head a little, managing to touch the damm plate in his mouth and Dany pulls back scooting to his end of the couch. Damm it.
“You could take that out y’know, I’ve seen you without it quite a lot today.”
“No.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “Jagr of course.”
Dany smiles. “Mullets.”
I nod. “Yzerman.”
“Wayne.” Dany counters. “And McSorley as enforcer.”
“Roy in goal.”
“He had a mullet? When?”
“Yeah a ginger one when he was first in the league, he looked ridiculous. Curls Vs. Balding,” I go on.
Dany laughs out loud. “Finally a team Tie Domi could make.”
“Mark Messier.” I say.
“Mats Sundin.” Dany says, “they could be all leafs.”
“Nah, ya gotta stick Brendan Morrison in there as well.” I laugh. “And so, curls?”
“Darryl Sittler?” Dany asks.
“Yuck, you can do better than him.”
“Trevor Linden” Dany says, “Marian Gaborik.”
I edge closer to Dany, winding one curl around my finger. “Travis Green, Eric Lindros.”
“Jiri Fischer.” He replies leaning closer.
“You.” I whisper and wrapping curls around all my fingers pull him closer to kiss again.
This kiss is going even better than the last one when I cup my hand around his jaw and move the damm plate again.
Instantly he pulls back.
“Take it out.” I growl.
Dany slightly opens his mouth, then smiles and says; “ok.” And disappears into the bathroom.
I wait for all of a second before I follow him, hovering at the door until he comes out, smiling slightly, with his mouth closed. I push him against the doorframe and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, swiping around the inside of his lips.
I feel Dany smile a little bit and I touch the roof of his mouth, flicking my tongue against the skin there until he trembles and grabs at my upper arms.
I then finally slide over to the space in his mouth and slip the tip of my tongue into the gap, tickling at the skin behind his teeth a little bit as well. I have perfect control until I slide my tongue out and the sides of his teeth scrape along my tongue and I’m shaking to.
We finally stop and Dany slumps down the wall a bit. I rest my forehead against his and whisper, “being in the NHL is having a gap kink.”
He smiles a little. “What other kinks do you have?”
“MVP’s” I reply. And kiss him again.