Part the second
Written by: bhavna_grint
Title: Young Guns
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Matt Stajan / Kyle Wellwood With a special pop in...
Notes: WJC 2003 Team Canada Summer Training Camp.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, but I wish they were :(
Matty’s POV
A year had passed, and I was called up to Team Canada’s Junior summer training camp. There was word that Kyle had been called as well, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. I don’t think I could handle seeing him again. Sure, time had passed, and I had tried to move on, but I still remembered the pain he had caused me, and I wasn’t about to let that go. No one caused Matthew Stajan that much pain and got away with it.
I brought my stuff to my room, and started unpacking. I was just about done, when a head peaked through the door.
“Hey…how’s it going?” I looked around and saw Kyle’s face looking back at me. My knees buckled a little, but I regained my composure, quickly. So he was here…damn. I smiled slightly.
“It’s going alright…how about you?” I asked. Kyle took that as an invitation to come in, and he closed the door behind him. He walked up to me and bit his lip. Oh God…he was going to bring that shit up again…
“Matty…I know I caused you hurt…I know I did…” he began. I groaned quietly to myself. Well at least he fucking knows what he did. I nodded slightly, and he went on. “It was just…my dad wasn’t…he wasn’t well, and I needed to go…” Kyle said as he grabbed my arm and stroked my bicep with his thumb. His touch felt good, but I couldn’t give in…I just couldn’t. I bit my lower lip and sighed.
“I can’t do this, Kyle…I can’t…” I said, seeing the heartbreak in his eyes. God, why did I end up being the asshole? He nodded and stroked my arm more.
“I know…and I’m not asking you to…I just…” he looked straight up at me. “I just wanted to apologize for leaving things the way I did…” He was still stroking my arm, and looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. I turned away from him. I had been thinking about this day for over a year. I would imagine how this scenario would play out…what I’d say to him, what he’d say back. I thought about what we’d do…what we wouldn’t do…what I wanted to do…But now? When he was here, in front of me, tangible, kissable, huggable…I just…couldn’t. I couldn’t do this. Not here. Not now…
“Kyle…please…don’t…” I started. He raised his eyebrow and was about to speak. I beat him to it. “Please, Kyle...just forget about us...forget about what we had…” I tried to shove him off, but he had a strong grip my arm. People always underestimated his strength. He was small, but he had as much strength as any enforcer I’d had to face…not to mention his stamina that was tested off the ice…well, lets just say I witnessed it? I turned to face away, but Kyle grabbed my other arm and made me look at him. I bit down on my lip as his hands grazed up my arms soothingly. I closed my eyes as his hands moved further up, eventually cupping my face, bringing it down to his level. I opened my eyes, and he was gazing right into mine. I closed my eyes again, trying to flush out all that I was feeling. I wanted so badly to kiss him. To throw him onto that bed, and show him what I had been feeling for the past year…but I couldn’t do it. Not now, not after what had happened…and what had happened since…
I reopened my eyes to tell him to stop, but before I could part my lips, he moved his over mine. He kissed me deeply, with the same passion I remembered...tasted the same too…God, it felt so good. So fucking good. He coaxed my lips to part for him, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He rubbed his tongue along mine gently, and I tried my best to suppress my moan at the back of my throat. Kyle moved his head away from mine slowly, his eyes closed, his hands still cupping my face. He opened them, and we stared at each other. I started to speak.
“Look…Kyle…I can’t do this…not now…I’m-“ Just then there was a click in the door as the knob turned, and Kyle moved away from me fast. Jason walked into the room with his stuff, and put it on his bed. He came beside me and slipped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.
“Sorry it took me so long, babe. I ran into some of my old teammates” He looked at Kyle. “Looks like so have you…” Jason extended his hand to Kyle. “Hi, I’m Jason…and you must be Kyle!” He grinned as Kyle shook his hand. “The boys told me you and Matt were close…” Kyle nodded, not hiding his shock very well. Jason stroked my side gently, and my eyes were on Kyle. He was staring at Jason arm as if it were a monster’s claw, ready to rip out my innards. Jason kissed me softly for a moment, and I kissed him back. Kyle was already inching towards the door.
“Um…I have unpacking to do…I’ll see you guys later…” he said as he sulked out of the room. Jason turned to me and stroked my hair.
“What was that all about, love?”
Title: Young Guns
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Matt Stajan / Kyle Wellwood With a special pop in...
Notes: WJC 2003 Team Canada Summer Training Camp.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, but I wish they were :(
Matty’s POV
A year had passed, and I was called up to Team Canada’s Junior summer training camp. There was word that Kyle had been called as well, but I wasn’t sure if they were true. I don’t think I could handle seeing him again. Sure, time had passed, and I had tried to move on, but I still remembered the pain he had caused me, and I wasn’t about to let that go. No one caused Matthew Stajan that much pain and got away with it.
I brought my stuff to my room, and started unpacking. I was just about done, when a head peaked through the door.
“Hey…how’s it going?” I looked around and saw Kyle’s face looking back at me. My knees buckled a little, but I regained my composure, quickly. So he was here…damn. I smiled slightly.
“It’s going alright…how about you?” I asked. Kyle took that as an invitation to come in, and he closed the door behind him. He walked up to me and bit his lip. Oh God…he was going to bring that shit up again…
“Matty…I know I caused you hurt…I know I did…” he began. I groaned quietly to myself. Well at least he fucking knows what he did. I nodded slightly, and he went on. “It was just…my dad wasn’t…he wasn’t well, and I needed to go…” Kyle said as he grabbed my arm and stroked my bicep with his thumb. His touch felt good, but I couldn’t give in…I just couldn’t. I bit my lower lip and sighed.
“I can’t do this, Kyle…I can’t…” I said, seeing the heartbreak in his eyes. God, why did I end up being the asshole? He nodded and stroked my arm more.
“I know…and I’m not asking you to…I just…” he looked straight up at me. “I just wanted to apologize for leaving things the way I did…” He was still stroking my arm, and looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. I turned away from him. I had been thinking about this day for over a year. I would imagine how this scenario would play out…what I’d say to him, what he’d say back. I thought about what we’d do…what we wouldn’t do…what I wanted to do…But now? When he was here, in front of me, tangible, kissable, huggable…I just…couldn’t. I couldn’t do this. Not here. Not now…
“Kyle…please…don’t…” I started. He raised his eyebrow and was about to speak. I beat him to it. “Please, Kyle...just forget about us...forget about what we had…” I tried to shove him off, but he had a strong grip my arm. People always underestimated his strength. He was small, but he had as much strength as any enforcer I’d had to face…not to mention his stamina that was tested off the ice…well, lets just say I witnessed it? I turned to face away, but Kyle grabbed my other arm and made me look at him. I bit down on my lip as his hands grazed up my arms soothingly. I closed my eyes as his hands moved further up, eventually cupping my face, bringing it down to his level. I opened my eyes, and he was gazing right into mine. I closed my eyes again, trying to flush out all that I was feeling. I wanted so badly to kiss him. To throw him onto that bed, and show him what I had been feeling for the past year…but I couldn’t do it. Not now, not after what had happened…and what had happened since…
I reopened my eyes to tell him to stop, but before I could part my lips, he moved his over mine. He kissed me deeply, with the same passion I remembered...tasted the same too…God, it felt so good. So fucking good. He coaxed my lips to part for him, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He rubbed his tongue along mine gently, and I tried my best to suppress my moan at the back of my throat. Kyle moved his head away from mine slowly, his eyes closed, his hands still cupping my face. He opened them, and we stared at each other. I started to speak.
“Look…Kyle…I can’t do this…not now…I’m-“ Just then there was a click in the door as the knob turned, and Kyle moved away from me fast. Jason walked into the room with his stuff, and put it on his bed. He came beside me and slipped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.
“Sorry it took me so long, babe. I ran into some of my old teammates” He looked at Kyle. “Looks like so have you…” Jason extended his hand to Kyle. “Hi, I’m Jason…and you must be Kyle!” He grinned as Kyle shook his hand. “The boys told me you and Matt were close…” Kyle nodded, not hiding his shock very well. Jason stroked my side gently, and my eyes were on Kyle. He was staring at Jason arm as if it were a monster’s claw, ready to rip out my innards. Jason kissed me softly for a moment, and I kissed him back. Kyle was already inching towards the door.
“Um…I have unpacking to do…I’ll see you guys later…” he said as he sulked out of the room. Jason turned to me and stroked my hair.
“What was that all about, love?”