setlist.
Title: Setlist 8/?
Pairing: Ryane Clowe and Joe Pavelski
Rating: R. yeesss. xD
Joe' s POV.
A/N: I totally went to little Joe's signing on the 13th. 8). Naturally, I acted like a total nutter in front of him. Hahah. I never thought I would actually get to Chapter 9, but alas here it is. I also stumbled across this picture a while ago. I think we know what they're trying to do. ;D.
Oh wow. I start this the 16 and don't start again on it until the 24th. I just realized I'd been counting chapters wrong, so this is really 8. My bad.
What am I to them? Just a man standing behind a table signing shit for them? Maybe I'm more, I can't be sure.
In some of their faces I see it. Some stare at me, unable to speak more than a few words. Hell, maybe I am more. I have to be something to them.
A few anxious little kids bound up, smiles on their faces. I smile back and pose with them for the camera. They bound off again and the next person comes up.
An hour into this, I stare up at his jersey. Why does it have to be so close to me? His face just might as well have been in the number 29 staring at me.
Of course my own jersey was dead ahead of me. They had shirts with my name on it everywhere. Of course there would be, duh.
Some people are more nervous than others as they come up, some just casually walk up, and even a few even walk up thinking they're hotshots.
The last bunch walk in and I let out a sigh. Two hours of this is enough for me. I push open the door, step out, and breathe in the cooling air.
Less than two months and our season would start. Two more months of waiting and hype. Two more months until we begin our fight all over again.
A horn honks at me and I realize I'm standing in the middle of the road. I hadn't even noticed I'd moved.
Why do I keep doing this? The season better change all this thinking, it's not helping me at all. If only he was waiting in my car right now.
I unlock the doors and slide in. Damn, I knew he wasn't gonna be in here. I back out of the lot and pull into the driveway of the all too familiar
house that is his.
Collapse in front of the sofa, I grab a pillow down to my level. My eyes shut, just as he yells "PAVS!" at me. With that, I doze off.
I can feel him holding me, cradling me on top of him. I know we're on the sofa, I know he's worried, but I'm only tired.
I hate that I'm smaller than him, it feels like he's always looking out for me. I'm not that much smaller am I?
His fingers go through my hair and his arm seizes control of my body. His voice is weak as he speaks. "Oh Pavs, what have you gotten yourself into?"
I want to tell him everything is fine and I'm merely wiped, he's got to be the only one who can see through me. "Answer me, man." He nearly pleads.
Told you. He knows I can hear him. My voice is barely above a whisper.
"Ryane, I'm fine. Just let me sleep."
"No, not until I get some answers."
"I'm just tired alright? They had a jersey with your name on it so close to me."
"Ok fine. Just go back to sleep then."
Well, now how the hell am I supposed to sleep? He woke me up. I push my way out of his death grip hold on me, but manage to fall flat on my ass.
"Argh."
"Pavs..."
"I'M FINE GODDAMMIT! I'M NOT WEAKER THAN YOU."
"Alright man. Sorry for talking."
Fuckin A. So now it's my fault? You've got to be kidding me. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cup. The 'fridge is looking rather empty, guess I'll just go with water.
"Um, could you come here a second Joe?"
"Coming."
I walk into his room and see him. Way to kill a man dear god. I've seen him naked before, but not like...this.
"OH! You came!"
"Well, that does tend to happen when you call my name."
"Of course."
"So what do you need me for?"
"Do you think you could help me get this condom on?"
SAAAY WWHHAT. IS HE SERIOUS?
"Gladly."
My hands are shaking as I grab one from the box. Could his dick be any closer to my face? He's flaunting it like a bone to a dog. Oh right, I am his dog.
I rub my hands together to warm them up. I don't need him cold now do I? I slide it over his package slowly, making sure I get my side of the deal.
He lets out a rather large sigh once I finish. He smells like passion fruit now. My face inches closer...
"Hit the lights."
Standing in complete darkness, I notice it's glow-in-the-dark. I giggle. He knocks me down to the floor and presses his head hard into my chest.
His hands work magic in taking off my pants, even laying them across my face as a prize. I throw them off and pull him onto me.
My hands reach down and slide closer to his cock as I struggle to hold it off. Temptation overcomes me and I slide lower on him.
I place my hands lightly just above it, my mouth watering. I didn't realize I was this hungry. I felt like that dog with it's lack of a bone.
My lips find his cock, and I swear I felt it get harder the farther up I went. My hands slip down and started grasping. My tongue followed it's lead and started licking.
My lips rolled back and forth as I felt him tense up. I couldn't hear it, but I knew what he was saying. The more I sucked, the more I got into it.
AND UGGH. THIS PASSION FRUIT IS SO GOOD.
Well, obviously I'm talking about his passion fruit, but the flavoring of the condom was good too.
He finally cums and I lick the excess off my lips. He pushes my face off and flips me onto him. Still looking at him, my hands reach down again and pull his dick to mine.
Now it was my turn. I let go and fall onto him, my shoulders slumping over his. His elbow shoves my face up to his soft, wet lips and they find mine.
His tongue melts in through my lips, the faint scent of cookies and cream on his breath. Dairy Queen, that bastard. He licks around my own, now passion fruit flavored, mouth.
He bites lightly on my lips and I push my way through his. Our tongues collided in a fury, it was easy when both our mouths tasted so delicious.
He was low on me now, sucking like a little kid on a lollipop, savoring each lick. He was going to make the most out of this, I could tell.
My hands dug into the floor as I got harder and the sucking battle increased until I couldn't handle it any longer. I rolled onto my back and gasped for breath.
He pulled away from my crotch and put his hand on my heart. I barely noticed it touch my hot, bare skin.
"I think that's enough for the night then."
"Stay here." I chocked out, my mouth dry.
"Where else can I go?"
I shook my head and passed out. The next thing I know there's an ice pack to my sweaty forehead and a sleeping Ryane beneath me.
We should've known better than to do that before this morning's practice. Training camp has once again arrived and the team and prospects are on the ice.
So here Ryane and I are, obviously not ready and skating like dead people. Probably because we are.
We even are resembling zombies, complete with bags under our eyes. I'm skating near him, so we can be fuck-ups together.
I gaze around at the faces I was with the past year, and the ones we accquired in the off-season. I miss seeing Craig around.
Ryane looks back at me, amusement on his face. I can't help but smile as those eyes burn into me. Those eyes that I have not seen the blue of in so long.
I was too long trapped in my own thoughts. Imprisoned and chained up. Free is the word now, free because I know that along...
I had him.
He did what he had to do and he knew how to do it. For now, I fully believe he is mine. All mine and nothing is going to take him away.
I believe anything can happen. We can't control anything, but we can take control when we need to. He'd been looking out for me all along.
Looking out, not because I'm smaller and younger, but because he loved me. Love rings in my ears as I race down the rink to catch up to him.
We made it.