Prompt Post 2
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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
There is no training today, since they are playing Sweden in the afternoon. Marcus still gets up at six like he always does, and he still goes to the rink because all sitting around does to him is make him even more nervous.
Esca is sitting on the players bench when Marcus gets there. He looks tired, like he hasn't slept in a while. He doesn't even look up when Marcus sits down next to him, just keeps staring at the bottle of water he's rolling between his palms.
"Hey, you okay?" Marcus asks him, knocking their shoulders together gently.
"Not really," Esca replies. "I feel like I owe you an apology and some explanation. God knows why, don't even ask. I just don't want you to think I'm an asshole."
"I don't think you are an asshole," Marcus says automatically.
Esca turns his head to look at him, a wry little smile on his lips. "Really."
"Okay, no, you do have a tendency to come off as a dick whenever we meet," Marcus admits.
"I know," Esca says simply, without an ounce of indignation. "And I hate it because that's not really me. It's just that things kind of fell apart a few months ago, and I don't even really want to be here."
"At the Olympics?"
"Yeah, or even in just the rink."
"You want to stop skating?" Marcus asks, frowning. He can't even imagine what that must be like; he's never wanted to do anything but play, and when he has to stop, he wants to go into coaching.
"Sounds ungrateful, right?" Esca says wryly, looking out over the rink. "You keep wanting to drag me off to my coach, so I might as well just tell you. I don't really have a coach."
"What?" Marcus blinks. "But--"
"No, I mean, obviously I have a coach, there is a whole fucking team following me around," Esca cuts in. "But my real coach, Irina... " Esca's breath hitches, breaking the otherwise monotonous drone of his voice. "She died three months ago. I'd been with her for over ten years, we won that gold four years ago together, and now she's just gone."
"Shit," Marcus says quietly. This is worse than what he assumed. "I'm so sorry, man."
"Thanks," Esca murmurs. His eyes are clear, but his voice sounds hoarse. "So now you know. The only reason I'm even here is because she would kick my ass if she knew I let all our hard work go to waste."
Marcus has no idea what to say. Shit, ten years. Esca was what -- thirteen, fourteen? Marcus knows coaching is different in figure skating; it's one-on-one and personal. Esca must have spent more time with this woman than he had with his own mother.
"Well, that was depressing, eh?" Esca says, with forced cheer. "You're playing today, right?"
"Yeah, we're playing Sweden at two," Marcus replies, grateful for the change of topic.
"I might pop in to watch if I have the time, or, you know, if you even want me to," Esca says slowly, with a shy glance at Marcus' face. It should be funny considering everything that's happened last night, but Marcus finds it strangely charming instead.
"Oh, I definitely want you to," Marcus says, trying not to grin at Esca's relieved little smile.
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d'awwww he's gunna watch Marcus play~
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I haven't been able to wipe the smile off my face since I started reading. Thanks so much!
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I'm glad that he is opening up a little to Marcus though!
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Marcus gets a text a little after five. im coming up stay where u r, it says.
"Huh," Marcus says, staring at his phone.
Ten minutes later, Esca wanders in with a keycard in hand.
"Wait, what?" Marcus says. "How do you have my number, and whose keycard is that, and what?"
Esca stops at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest as he gives Marcus an unimpressed look.
"You are one of those people who always get hung up on the details, aren't you? It's Eric's card, and Weir gave me your number days ago."
"Weir? As in, Johnny Weir?" Marcus is trying to make sense of this conversation, he really is. "Why the fuck would Johnny Weir have my number?"
Esca shrugs. "You are a hot piece of ass, of course he has your number."
"I-- okay," Marcus says. "You know what? I don't even want to know how that conversation went down."
"Yeah, you probably don't," Esca replies cryptically, but he looks amused. "Now what did you do to yourself?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Marcus says dismissively, "but man, did you see? We wiped the rink with them!"
"Yeah, after that one guy wiped the boards with your head." Esca snorts. "Thanks for reminding me why I didn't go into hockey. You look like shit, by the way."
"And you are a sight for sore eyes," Marcus replies cheekily. "Are you going to just stand there and impersonate my mom?"
Esca sighs, like he is so very put upon with Marcus and his bullshit, but he does lose his jacket and walk over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Seriously, are you okay?" he asks, frowning. "Eric said your knee was acting up."
"My knee is always acting up," Marcus says, shrugging. As much as he appreciates Esca caring, he doesn't really want to get into this now.
"But admit it, we were awesome today."
Esca rolls his eyes. "God, you are a fucking idiot, aren't you? When did 'awesome' come to mean 'getting concussed'?"
"I'm not concussed," Marcus protests. "I know what that feels like, and I'm nowhere near that."
Esca raises a sceptical eyebrow and reaches out to poke at the bandage over Marcus' left eyebrow.
"Ow, hey! Still not concussed, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped that."
"You should ice this," Esca murmurs, leaning in closer to examine Marcus' face. "I don't think purple is your color."
"You really do hang out with Johnny Weir, don't you?" Marcus asks somewhat distractedly. He's still just coming off the high of the game, and Esca is entirely too close, too pretty, too much for comfort. "You might want to stop that."
"See, I'm pretty sure I don't," Esca whispers, his lips brushing against Marcus'.
It's a slow, sensual kiss, nothing like their first one. Esca's fingers are gentle on Marcus' jaw, like he's trying to prove something or convince Marcus of what a good idea this is.
"Shit, you have the worst timing ever," Marcus laughs, groaning when Esca cuts him off with his mouth.
I'M SORRY FOR DRAGGING YOU INTO THIS, JOHNNY, YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ALWAYS. ♥
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AND OMG I LOVE HOW UNBELIEVABLY RESOURCEFUL ESCA IS! AND I MISS ERIC! HE WAS FUN AND CUTE AND GIGANTIC! I HOPE HE SHOWS UP AT SOME POINT HAHA
EEEEE I TOLD YOU THAT IF I RE-READ IT ENOUGH IT MIGHT UPDATE?
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"I-- okay," Marcus says. "You know what? I don't even want to know how that conversation went down."
LOL THEIR BANTER. I LOVE THIS. <3
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The banter and building tension between these two is great.
Will there ever be more (please say yes) or are you done with it?
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