sippin' whiskey out the bottle, not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow...
Finally finished this drabble for candy_belle -enjoy, hun!
Jamie/Segs, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...kind of.
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Tyler woke up slowly, with the kind of headache that told him whatever else they had gotten up to last night, tequila had definitely been involved. He was naked, too, which hadn't happened to him in almost a year and a half, but what he remembered as something that also happened when he drank tequila.
As he cautiously stretched, he bumped somebody with his elbow; Tyler froze and hoped whatever happened, he didn't -
"What the fuck?"
Tyler turned his head and looked at Jamie, who seemed confused as to why he was in a bed, naked, with his linemate.
At least he's not freaking out and yelling, Tyler thought wryly.
"Um, I don't think we did anything?" Tyler offered as he took stock of how he was feeling besides the hangover.
"That's good," Jamie said as he sat up and rolled his shoulders. "I'd like to be able to remember that if it ever happens," he added under his breath.
"Wait, what?" Tyler demanded and sat up so he could look at Jamie's face. "Did you just -do you want to sleep with me?"
"More than sleep," Jamie mused with a smirk. "But, yeah. I thought you knew, I wasn't exactly subtle. Like, at all."
Before he could react to that, Jordie stumbled into the room, looking as hung over as Tyler felt, his hair a mess and his eyes wild.
"Guys, there's a thing," Jordie told them as he thrusted his phone in his brother's face and almost smacking Tyler in the process. "From last night, it's on Deadspin. Val sent me the link and it's -it's bad."
Tyler heard Jamie inhale sharply and made his eyes focus on the small screen.
DALLAS STARS CAPTAIN'S DRUNK GAY VEGAS WEDDING -TO HIS TEAMMATE
It's accompanied by a grainy picture of what was undeniably the two of them kissing in a gaudily decorated chapel.
"Fuck me," Tyler said, barely loud enough to be heard. "Fuck me sideways."
"Mom's going to kill you," Jordie added darkly.
Jamie didn't answer him, his eyes fixed on a narrow silver band on his left ring finger; Tyler glanced down and saw a matching one on his own finger.
"Motherfucker," Jamie cursed before he buried his face in his hands.
"So, Segs, welcome to the family," Jordie smirked and elbowed him in the side. "Look at it this way, guys, at least it's not a sex tape."
"Not fucken helping, dude," Tyler said and ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, what do we tell everyone? People are going to lose their shit about this, fuck."
"We'll figure it out," Jamie promised him, a familiar gleam in his eyes.
For some inexplicable reason, Tyler felt better about the whole thing.
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