[fic] Eight Nights (1/8)
It's the first night of Hannukah, and I begin posting the first of the holiday gift fics! This is written for Lishka, who needs to get an el-jay.
Title: Eight Nights (part 1 of 8)
Author: creepy_crawly
Rating: PG, for now.
Characters/Those Involved: Kari Lehtonen/Tobias Enstrom
Warnings: Hockey. Slash.
Disclaimer:Ha. This will be eight nights of me pretending. Weee!
Summary: How much can a relationship change in eight days? Well, lucky for us, Truse’s Eight Steps To Love fits right in. Mazel tov! (This is a gift-fic for Lishka, who needs to get an El-Jay)
First Night
Kari stretched out slowly in front of the net, watching his teammates preparing for practice without his mask blocking his view.
Ilya and Marian were in the midst of a deep, serious discussion, the Slovakian gesturing widely. Todd, Bryan, and Slava were shuttling a puck back and forth rapidly. Garnet and Alexei were stretching out while chatting with Niclas, while Moose and Tobi laced up their skates on the bench.
Kari watched the short, blond Swede. He’d caught his attention the first day he’d been in Atlanta, and the Finn hadn’t stopped watching him since. Tiny though he was, Tobias Enstrom had enough heart for the whole team, and talent enough for every defenseman in the league.
He also had the looks of an angel.
A very, very sinful angel.
“Good morning, Kari,” the Swede in question said carefully, skating up lazily.
“Morning,” Kari grunted, turning to glare at his fellow goalie.
Moose just grinned, pushing harder, forcing the younger man closer to the ice. “We brought you coffee,” he said cheerily.
“Coffee will save your ass for this stunt,” Kari snarled. “Please tell me…”
“Two sugars, just a dash of milk,” Tobi said quickly, smiling. “Just the way you like it.”
“I love you,” Kari breathed, sitting up carefully, swatting half-heartedly at the other goalie’s leg. “Coffeemaker at my place is dead. I haven’t had coffee in days.”
“Here,” Tobi said, handing the travel mug to him. “Drink fast. Word is we’re having our asses hauled over the coals.”
“What for?” Kari asked, crossing his legs as he breathed in the rich aroma of well-made coffee. “We haven’t done that badly. Lost in a shootout.”
The blond shrugged eloquently.
“But Waddell wants you at your best,” Moose said brightly, smirking at his teammate and friend. “So be prepared to work your ass off.”
“Piss,” Kari pouted. “Can’t I just sit here with my coffee and my defensemen? Tobi’ll do enough work that I don’t have to. And I’m going into withdrawal.”
Tobi blushed a bright, hot red, fighting down his smile at the praise.
“KARI!” Ilya hollered from across the ice. “Get your blond butt up and finish your coffee! I wanna score on you!”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Kari called back, nevertheless getting to his feet. He managed it without letting go of his coffee, a feat he was proud of. Turning slightly, he smiled at Tobi. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem,” the Swede answered, his blush deepening. “Happy Hannukah, by the way.”
Title: Eight Nights (part 1 of 8)
Author: creepy_crawly
Rating: PG, for now.
Characters/Those Involved: Kari Lehtonen/Tobias Enstrom
Warnings: Hockey. Slash.
Disclaimer:Ha. This will be eight nights of me pretending. Weee!
Summary: How much can a relationship change in eight days? Well, lucky for us, Truse’s Eight Steps To Love fits right in. Mazel tov! (This is a gift-fic for Lishka, who needs to get an El-Jay)
First Night
Kari stretched out slowly in front of the net, watching his teammates preparing for practice without his mask blocking his view.
Ilya and Marian were in the midst of a deep, serious discussion, the Slovakian gesturing widely. Todd, Bryan, and Slava were shuttling a puck back and forth rapidly. Garnet and Alexei were stretching out while chatting with Niclas, while Moose and Tobi laced up their skates on the bench.
Kari watched the short, blond Swede. He’d caught his attention the first day he’d been in Atlanta, and the Finn hadn’t stopped watching him since. Tiny though he was, Tobias Enstrom had enough heart for the whole team, and talent enough for every defenseman in the league.
He also had the looks of an angel.
A very, very sinful angel.
“Good morning, Kari,” the Swede in question said carefully, skating up lazily.
“Morning,” Kari grunted, turning to glare at his fellow goalie.
Moose just grinned, pushing harder, forcing the younger man closer to the ice. “We brought you coffee,” he said cheerily.
“Coffee will save your ass for this stunt,” Kari snarled. “Please tell me…”
“Two sugars, just a dash of milk,” Tobi said quickly, smiling. “Just the way you like it.”
“I love you,” Kari breathed, sitting up carefully, swatting half-heartedly at the other goalie’s leg. “Coffeemaker at my place is dead. I haven’t had coffee in days.”
“Here,” Tobi said, handing the travel mug to him. “Drink fast. Word is we’re having our asses hauled over the coals.”
“What for?” Kari asked, crossing his legs as he breathed in the rich aroma of well-made coffee. “We haven’t done that badly. Lost in a shootout.”
The blond shrugged eloquently.
“But Waddell wants you at your best,” Moose said brightly, smirking at his teammate and friend. “So be prepared to work your ass off.”
“Piss,” Kari pouted. “Can’t I just sit here with my coffee and my defensemen? Tobi’ll do enough work that I don’t have to. And I’m going into withdrawal.”
Tobi blushed a bright, hot red, fighting down his smile at the praise.
“KARI!” Ilya hollered from across the ice. “Get your blond butt up and finish your coffee! I wanna score on you!”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Kari called back, nevertheless getting to his feet. He managed it without letting go of his coffee, a feat he was proud of. Turning slightly, he smiled at Tobi. “Thanks for the coffee.”
“No problem,” the Swede answered, his blush deepening. “Happy Hannukah, by the way.”