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Two Way Street part 12/14
Elise
pg13
Buffalo Sabres
Ryan Miller/Steve Bernier
Ryan smiled softly as he looked out the window, seeing the HSBC Arena come into sight. He nudged Steve who sleepily looked up. “Hm...?” Steve said quietly, his voice as groggy as he looked.
“Road trip from hell? it’s over.” Ryan said, leaning back in his seat.
Steve smirked, reaching across the seat to take the coffee cup from Ryan’s hands. Ryan sighed, but let him. Steve chuckled and said softly, “It was not that bad.”
With a pointed look from Ryan, Steve raised his hands, “Ok, ok, I’ve had better.”
“I mean, it wasn’t completely bad.” Ryan said, grinning again, “It was just... draining.”
Steve’s eyes lit up and he leaned closer to Ryan, a bit excited, “Oh, I know a cure for such things.”
Chuckling the goalie shifted in his seat so he was facing Steve entirely. He took his coffee cup back, sipping it then saying, “What would that be, Bear?”
Steve blushed at the name and said, “Perhaps... a cup of coffee?”
Ryan nibbled his lip, laughing and said, “You’re an addict, Bear, an addict.”
“Rejected.” Steve said, “It’s a cold feeling, a cold one.”
“I didn’t say no.” Ryan said, gently shoving the forward.
Steve grabbed one of Ryan’s hands, lacing their fingers. “Is that a yes?”
Ryan looked at their hands and said, “It’s a maybe.”
“It’s a yes.” Steve said, persistent.
Ryan merely focused on their hands, his thumb rubbing up and down. Steve grinned and leaned back into his seat, not letting go. His nerves were vibrating, and he couldn’t stop smiling, the relaxing motion of Ryan’s thumb across his fingers, tickling him, calming him, but also exciting him. He shut his eyes and sighed contently, Ryan shifting and doing the same. Soon the two of them were resting their shoulders against each other, as the bus pulled into the arena.
Drew Stafford pulled out a white towel, showing it off to everyone in the locker room. “And this is from the Boston hotel. I believe I win the contest.”
“I got a handful of body wash!” protested Steve, standing up, “That’s worth something!”
Drew haughtily raised his nose, “You’re new, Steve. You’ll soon realize that this is the big leagues.”
There were a few more taunts attached and Ryan looked up, feeling a bit apprehensive. He knew Steve didn’t like to be reminded of how new he was. Steve smiled and shook his head, tossing out the body wash from the hotel to whomever would catch it. He noticed that Steve wasn’t making eye contact with anyone. Maxim stood up, cracking his knuckles, “Drew, Drew... I believe I win in this contest.”
“Why’s that?” Drew said, throwing the towel over his shoulders and walking up to the russian.
“I,” Maxim said with a grin, “Got the concierge’s number, we’ll be seeing each other next week.”
Drew threw up his hands, the locker room erupting into cheers and laughter. In large exaggerated moves, Drew took his towel and tossed it towards Maxim, bowing down. Lindy walked in, and said, “Alright, enough fooling around. We want to close up. Get your things back in their places and go home.”
Ryan chuckled, grabbing his jacket. He walked up to Steve, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You ok?”
“Course.” Steve said, stupid grin on his face, “Want a body wash?”
“Are you hitting on me?” Ryan said with a chuckle.
“Would it be bad if I were?” Steve countered.
Ryan’s eyes sparkled again and he turned away, face blushing, “So about this coffee...”
“Yes, you have to show me where it is.” Steve said, “I don’t know my way around still. Maybe the SPoT coffee...?”
“I was thinking maybe...” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, “Maybe we can have coffee at my place, watch a movie or something.”
This was more than Steve had ever hoped for. He grinned and said, “I think that sounds perfect.”
Ryan grinned and looked at his feet, “Ok... so I’ll... be outside, then. Waiting.”
Steve, still shocked that Ryan had made a bold move, and one that made him fluttery, smiled and nodded, “Sure, Ryan.”
Ryan nodded, licking his bottom lip before leaving, bag over his shoulder. Steve watched after him and a voice next to him said, “Whatever you want Ryan, you’re so dreamy...”
Steve turned and scrunched his nose, none too gently punching Jason in the shoulder. Jason laughed, hands raised, “Sorry, it was just funny.”
“You could be quieter you know.” Steve hissed.
Jason’s smile dropped a bit and he nodded, “Yeah, sorry. I mean... it won’t happen again. I’m just glad you and Ryan are through the bullshit. That was a brutal few days.”
“I’m sorry too.” Steve said, looking down and switching to french, “I’m sorry that we... you know... messed around...”
Jason’s smile had disappeared and he nodded, also speaking in french, “I’m not sorry... because we’re friends. It’s ok to let out frustrations, alright? Remember that. As long as you and I are friends.”
“Toujours...” Steve said, putting his hand on his captain’s head, grinning.
Jason did the same, pressing their foreheads together, “Merci....”
Elise
pg13
Buffalo Sabres
Ryan Miller/Steve Bernier
Ryan smiled softly as he looked out the window, seeing the HSBC Arena come into sight. He nudged Steve who sleepily looked up. “Hm...?” Steve said quietly, his voice as groggy as he looked.
“Road trip from hell? it’s over.” Ryan said, leaning back in his seat.
Steve smirked, reaching across the seat to take the coffee cup from Ryan’s hands. Ryan sighed, but let him. Steve chuckled and said softly, “It was not that bad.”
With a pointed look from Ryan, Steve raised his hands, “Ok, ok, I’ve had better.”
“I mean, it wasn’t completely bad.” Ryan said, grinning again, “It was just... draining.”
Steve’s eyes lit up and he leaned closer to Ryan, a bit excited, “Oh, I know a cure for such things.”
Chuckling the goalie shifted in his seat so he was facing Steve entirely. He took his coffee cup back, sipping it then saying, “What would that be, Bear?”
Steve blushed at the name and said, “Perhaps... a cup of coffee?”
Ryan nibbled his lip, laughing and said, “You’re an addict, Bear, an addict.”
“Rejected.” Steve said, “It’s a cold feeling, a cold one.”
“I didn’t say no.” Ryan said, gently shoving the forward.
Steve grabbed one of Ryan’s hands, lacing their fingers. “Is that a yes?”
Ryan looked at their hands and said, “It’s a maybe.”
“It’s a yes.” Steve said, persistent.
Ryan merely focused on their hands, his thumb rubbing up and down. Steve grinned and leaned back into his seat, not letting go. His nerves were vibrating, and he couldn’t stop smiling, the relaxing motion of Ryan’s thumb across his fingers, tickling him, calming him, but also exciting him. He shut his eyes and sighed contently, Ryan shifting and doing the same. Soon the two of them were resting their shoulders against each other, as the bus pulled into the arena.
Drew Stafford pulled out a white towel, showing it off to everyone in the locker room. “And this is from the Boston hotel. I believe I win the contest.”
“I got a handful of body wash!” protested Steve, standing up, “That’s worth something!”
Drew haughtily raised his nose, “You’re new, Steve. You’ll soon realize that this is the big leagues.”
There were a few more taunts attached and Ryan looked up, feeling a bit apprehensive. He knew Steve didn’t like to be reminded of how new he was. Steve smiled and shook his head, tossing out the body wash from the hotel to whomever would catch it. He noticed that Steve wasn’t making eye contact with anyone. Maxim stood up, cracking his knuckles, “Drew, Drew... I believe I win in this contest.”
“Why’s that?” Drew said, throwing the towel over his shoulders and walking up to the russian.
“I,” Maxim said with a grin, “Got the concierge’s number, we’ll be seeing each other next week.”
Drew threw up his hands, the locker room erupting into cheers and laughter. In large exaggerated moves, Drew took his towel and tossed it towards Maxim, bowing down. Lindy walked in, and said, “Alright, enough fooling around. We want to close up. Get your things back in their places and go home.”
Ryan chuckled, grabbing his jacket. He walked up to Steve, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You ok?”
“Course.” Steve said, stupid grin on his face, “Want a body wash?”
“Are you hitting on me?” Ryan said with a chuckle.
“Would it be bad if I were?” Steve countered.
Ryan’s eyes sparkled again and he turned away, face blushing, “So about this coffee...”
“Yes, you have to show me where it is.” Steve said, “I don’t know my way around still. Maybe the SPoT coffee...?”
“I was thinking maybe...” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, “Maybe we can have coffee at my place, watch a movie or something.”
This was more than Steve had ever hoped for. He grinned and said, “I think that sounds perfect.”
Ryan grinned and looked at his feet, “Ok... so I’ll... be outside, then. Waiting.”
Steve, still shocked that Ryan had made a bold move, and one that made him fluttery, smiled and nodded, “Sure, Ryan.”
Ryan nodded, licking his bottom lip before leaving, bag over his shoulder. Steve watched after him and a voice next to him said, “Whatever you want Ryan, you’re so dreamy...”
Steve turned and scrunched his nose, none too gently punching Jason in the shoulder. Jason laughed, hands raised, “Sorry, it was just funny.”
“You could be quieter you know.” Steve hissed.
Jason’s smile dropped a bit and he nodded, “Yeah, sorry. I mean... it won’t happen again. I’m just glad you and Ryan are through the bullshit. That was a brutal few days.”
“I’m sorry too.” Steve said, looking down and switching to french, “I’m sorry that we... you know... messed around...”
Jason’s smile had disappeared and he nodded, also speaking in french, “I’m not sorry... because we’re friends. It’s ok to let out frustrations, alright? Remember that. As long as you and I are friends.”
“Toujours...” Steve said, putting his hand on his captain’s head, grinning.
Jason did the same, pressing their foreheads together, “Merci....”