it's always sunny in san jose.
Title: It's Always Sunny in San Jose. 4/?
Pairing: Ryane Clowe and Joe Pavelski.
Rating: PG-13 but maybe a hint of R.
Joe's POV.
A/N: I actually had this really long story and then I decided to edit it before posting like three days ago...I ended up losing all of it. So, this is completely rewritten by memory of a few days work. It's probably not as good but here it is.
-edit- The title I got today because we were like 19 miles out from San Jose but it had been cloudy until we reached Stanford University.
The funny thing is the story is the opposite of this.
I'm staring out the window, it's quite boring actually. The sky is darkening with cloud cover and fast.
Rain's coming, and I like it. It's been too damn hot and sunny lately for my taste.
There's a sudden rapping on my door. I have a pretty good guess who it is and I only hope he brought popcorn.
I stumble sheepishly over and open it. Just as I suspected..
"Good afternoon Pavs!"
He drops the bag he has in his hands and squeezes me into a tight hug.
"Hey Clowie."
"You always get this look on your face every time you see me."
"Oh really? What does it look like?"
"Your eyes start to sparkle and you smile like an idiot."
"That obvious?"
He smiles quickly and walks over to the window.
"Ryane, what's in the bag?"
"You'll find out later."
Argh, the temptation to walk over and go find out what it is...
It's completely dark out now. The street lights barely showing up in the fog.
I move my body closer into his. Nestling my head into his neck.
He comes behind me and locks me in his arms. His lips reach my ear and his hot breath slides over me.
Shivers go through my body. How he manages to do that I'll never know.
I turn to face him and he pulls me in and picks me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his torso as he dangles me away from him.
I cross my legs tighter on him and walk them up his body, but he still has me out in never-never land. My crotch would be on his right now if he wasn't holding me out.
I climb down him and he thrusts me up by my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift movement. Still looking at him in the eyes, I rip off his pants and throw them to the side.
He pulls off mine as I get his shirt off. Our lips pound together as his hands run down my leg and pull me into him.
He wraps my legs around his back and carries me to the sofa. He lays me on a pillow and climbs on top.
My chest is pounding as his cock slides all over me. I dig my hands into the pillow.
My legs are around his back and our cocks are playing with each other.
"UUUGH RYANE."
"SHH"
He pushes me back into the sofa. His hands working my cock up and down. My body squirming beneath his with his every motion.
My hands map out his chest and I tread them hard. My hands push his shoulders back as he goes into me.
He licks the cum off his hand that just got hit.
"Tastes like chicken."
I giggle like a little child.
"Morning Joe."
I stretch myself out and whack him. But he chuckles and walks away.
"Are you ever going to tell me what's in the bag?"
"Go look for yourself."
Ryane brings me the bag and I open it. Inside is a box and...popcorn. He urges me on as I open the box to find another box.
This one is small though...something that you'd put...
"Ryane?"
He nods. I open it and find a chain. A chain like his. He wouldn't give me his though...would he?
He comes and it's sits behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He kisses my neck softly.
"Now you can have something to remind you of me."
"I don't need a chain for that."
I turn to him, but the window distracts me. It's pouring out. A good day for hot chocolate. Maybe add some whipped cream...
I give Ryane a quick glance and pull him to look outside.
He glances back at me and we sprint through the door. The cold air hits us but we don't mind.
I go to jump in the puddle nearest me. Ryane's already been jumping and his jean legs are already soaked.
He jumps in the biggest puddle which just happens to be on my right side.
"WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" he shouts as he runs away.
Before I've thought about my revenge plan, he's charging at me. I close my eyes and wait for impact.
He knocks down me flat on my back and then jumps in the puddle next to my head. Argh. Dirty puddle that was.
I run to a tree on my front yard and wait for him.
"Oh Paaavs"
I hear him taunt. I roll my eyes, turning my head around at the same time. Hahah, he's seen me now. Just as he's about to whack me into the tree I duck and he goes sprawling.
"HEY CLOWIE, I THINK YOU LEFT THE BURNER ON."
With this not so great distraction, I ram into him and knock him into the ground face first. I'm sitting on his stomach but he still manages to flip me over.
I'm on my back once again. We're looking at each other eye-to-eye. His nose lands on top of mine and rubs against it. His legs crawl around me.
My arms trace his chest and I pull myself up to his lips by his collar. He's got the softest lips, oddly enough.
"Let's go inside ok Pavs?"
I don't even have to answer as we walk to the door, his arm around me.
"You should go shower"
Ryane says to me as we walk into the warm kitchen.
"What are you going to do?"
"Make lunch" He says holding up a soup can.
I walk into my room and struggle to get out of my drenched jeans. I'm in a fight with pulling my shirt over my head, crashing into my drawers.
A strong hand pulls me up and gets my shirt off my head. I look at him.
His hair's all messy, his jeans are darkened from being soaked, and his gray shirt is glued to his body.
My hands reach down and unzip his pants. I have to yank each side by themselves because they're so hard to get off.
His shirt comes off easily though, only getting stuck at his biceps. His arms are so sick with it. They flex with the slightest movement.
I climb in the shower and drag him in behind me. He reaches around me and turns the knobs.
Water is splashing in my face and Ryane turns me around face him. He wipes the water drops off my face and kisses my forehead.
Who knew such a strong guy could be so...
Loving. That can't describe him at all. Of course he's lovable too, how could he not be?
He's in the kitchen. Cooking soup. Making it sexy....to cook soup.
He's still hot from our shower and his hair is still wet. The rain even seemed to have made his eyes bluer.
"LUNCH PAVS" He shouts, but then sees me in the corner.
"It's a good night to watch a movie Ryane."
"Get up com'on. The soup's good. I even added something to it."
What can you add to tomato fucking soup? It's beyond me.
Either that or it's staring me in the face. Which it is because he's holding the bowl underneath my nose.
"Dude, what the hell is maple syrup doing in here?"
"If you don't want it don't eat it."
"You don't exactly eat soup ya know."
He shakes his head, as if I'm supposed to get some hidden joke. "Silly Pavs."
"Ryane shut up." I joke.
He shrugs. It's 5 and the sky is darkening again. I'm ready for a night filled with popcorn and movies.
But him holding me is good enough. For any day.
My hands tighten around the chain on my neck and my heart flutters.