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interrupted part five
elise
ryan miller
Ryan glared at everyone on the bus. He wouldn't talk to anyone. He wouldn't look at anyone. Most of his teammates understood that he needed his space, leaving the two rows from the back empty for the temperamental goal tender. The guys not in the know were confused at the presence of therapists. Lindy had tried to make it seem like it was for the team as a whole, but almost everyone knew it was for Ryan. He had needed them the year his cousin died. They were familiar.
Ryan squirmed in his seat. Jason was trying to pretend to read, eyes darting to the goal tender on occasion. Ryan wished he could read on a bus, he needed a distraction. Rick had called him a bunch of times after the game, but Ryan wouldn't pick up. He'd call in a few days, but his frustration combined with a loss to the Islanders, was at an all time high.
Walking by, Patty leaned on the seat, standing and looking down at his disgruntled number one. "Ready to talk?"
Ryan raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"
"Seeing if you needed company, and this." Patty pointed towards his crotch, a goofy grin on his face.
Ryan glared harder, his pants getting a bit tighter. "What... I...?"
"You're next to the bathroom, and I have to go," Patty explained, "Your stuff is all over."
Sighing, and mentally damning his backup, Ryan reached down, picking up his duffel bag and placing it on one of the many empty chairs. Patty sighed and said, "We all have off games, and I know something is off in your personal life. Is it because I caught you...?"
"No!" RYan said, "I'm fine."
Patty sat down, picking Ryan's legs up and plopping them on his lap. Ryan immediately tucked them to his chest. Sighing, the french canadian said, "What do I have to do to get your head into the game and away from your problem?"
"I don't have a problem," Ryan said, "I don't want to talk about this."
Patty placed a hand on Ryan's sock clad foot, rubbing his thumb over the side. "I'll fix it, if I can, I'll do what needs to be done."
Ryan took a deep breath, turning away, eyes burning. He wanted to reach out to Patty. The others were great, but he couldn't share this with them. They'd laugh at him, like Rick. He could talk to Patty, ask him to kiss him, to touch him. Ryan ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "Just drop it."
Patty patted his foot, and was gone, the click of the bathroom door the only sound the other goaltender made. Ryan watched after him. He turned, catching eyes with Jason, who turned away abruptly, caught. Sighing, Ryan pushed himself further into the corner, away from stray eyes. Selfishly, Ryan wished he had Xray vision. If anything, he could see what Patty looked like, slowly undoing his fly, taking out his cock. Ryan shut his eyes, bringing his hand to his crotch. He palmed himself, trying not to make any noise, lest someone hear him. If he were quick, he could do it. He could in theory be done by the time Patty was. Ryan licked his lips, imagining that Patty was in the bathroom, stroking himself, thinking of him, whispering his name, and also debating how much time he had to get off.
Ryan could feel his orgasm pooling in his stomach, when he heard Craig moan in frustration. Ryan almost came right then at the sound, eyes flashing open, hand flying away from his crotch. Craig hit the bathroom door and said, "Come on! I've had to go since Hamilton!!"
"I'll be out in a minute, tête d'épais!" Patty yelled back.
Craig snorted, half amused, half annoyed. He turned, sitting where Patty had once sat. Ryan shut his eyes, pretending to sleep. Sighing, Craig put a hand on Ryan's knee. "You ok back here?"
Ryan didn't respond, schooling his breathing. Craig snorted and said, "yeah, Yeah, you've been through a rough time, I'd pretend to be asleep too. I'm sorry you have to go through whatever it is you are, but Ry... You're not alone."
"Of course not, Captain," Patty said, opening the door, "And he's not asleep."
Ryan shut his eyes tighter. He didn't try to kill himself earlier, but the option was becoming brighter and brighter. Craig shook his head, tapping Ryan on the knee, "I'm here for you."
Patty watched Craig go. He turned to Ryan, who still hadn't moved. Patty squeezed Ryan's shoulder, "I'll find you later, Ry."
When Patty left, Ryan finally let his tears fall. He couldn't stand this any more.
elise
ryan miller
Ryan glared at everyone on the bus. He wouldn't talk to anyone. He wouldn't look at anyone. Most of his teammates understood that he needed his space, leaving the two rows from the back empty for the temperamental goal tender. The guys not in the know were confused at the presence of therapists. Lindy had tried to make it seem like it was for the team as a whole, but almost everyone knew it was for Ryan. He had needed them the year his cousin died. They were familiar.
Ryan squirmed in his seat. Jason was trying to pretend to read, eyes darting to the goal tender on occasion. Ryan wished he could read on a bus, he needed a distraction. Rick had called him a bunch of times after the game, but Ryan wouldn't pick up. He'd call in a few days, but his frustration combined with a loss to the Islanders, was at an all time high.
Walking by, Patty leaned on the seat, standing and looking down at his disgruntled number one. "Ready to talk?"
Ryan raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"
"Seeing if you needed company, and this." Patty pointed towards his crotch, a goofy grin on his face.
Ryan glared harder, his pants getting a bit tighter. "What... I...?"
"You're next to the bathroom, and I have to go," Patty explained, "Your stuff is all over."
Sighing, and mentally damning his backup, Ryan reached down, picking up his duffel bag and placing it on one of the many empty chairs. Patty sighed and said, "We all have off games, and I know something is off in your personal life. Is it because I caught you...?"
"No!" RYan said, "I'm fine."
Patty sat down, picking Ryan's legs up and plopping them on his lap. Ryan immediately tucked them to his chest. Sighing, the french canadian said, "What do I have to do to get your head into the game and away from your problem?"
"I don't have a problem," Ryan said, "I don't want to talk about this."
Patty placed a hand on Ryan's sock clad foot, rubbing his thumb over the side. "I'll fix it, if I can, I'll do what needs to be done."
Ryan took a deep breath, turning away, eyes burning. He wanted to reach out to Patty. The others were great, but he couldn't share this with them. They'd laugh at him, like Rick. He could talk to Patty, ask him to kiss him, to touch him. Ryan ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "Just drop it."
Patty patted his foot, and was gone, the click of the bathroom door the only sound the other goaltender made. Ryan watched after him. He turned, catching eyes with Jason, who turned away abruptly, caught. Sighing, Ryan pushed himself further into the corner, away from stray eyes. Selfishly, Ryan wished he had Xray vision. If anything, he could see what Patty looked like, slowly undoing his fly, taking out his cock. Ryan shut his eyes, bringing his hand to his crotch. He palmed himself, trying not to make any noise, lest someone hear him. If he were quick, he could do it. He could in theory be done by the time Patty was. Ryan licked his lips, imagining that Patty was in the bathroom, stroking himself, thinking of him, whispering his name, and also debating how much time he had to get off.
Ryan could feel his orgasm pooling in his stomach, when he heard Craig moan in frustration. Ryan almost came right then at the sound, eyes flashing open, hand flying away from his crotch. Craig hit the bathroom door and said, "Come on! I've had to go since Hamilton!!"
"I'll be out in a minute, tête d'épais!" Patty yelled back.
Craig snorted, half amused, half annoyed. He turned, sitting where Patty had once sat. Ryan shut his eyes, pretending to sleep. Sighing, Craig put a hand on Ryan's knee. "You ok back here?"
Ryan didn't respond, schooling his breathing. Craig snorted and said, "yeah, Yeah, you've been through a rough time, I'd pretend to be asleep too. I'm sorry you have to go through whatever it is you are, but Ry... You're not alone."
"Of course not, Captain," Patty said, opening the door, "And he's not asleep."
Ryan shut his eyes tighter. He didn't try to kill himself earlier, but the option was becoming brighter and brighter. Craig shook his head, tapping Ryan on the knee, "I'm here for you."
Patty watched Craig go. He turned to Ryan, who still hadn't moved. Patty squeezed Ryan's shoulder, "I'll find you later, Ry."
When Patty left, Ryan finally let his tears fall. He couldn't stand this any more.