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Negative Ways
a prequrl to 100 ways
Elise
pg
written for mistokath13 in response to a meme challenge.
Daniel flipped over onto his back, a hand toying with his belly. He laughed as Ryan rolled his eyes, gathering the clothes off the ground. Stopping, Ryan looked at his lover on the bed and said, “You know, You can help me clean up.”
“I would like to help you in other ways, but alas, I must go soon.” Daniel sat up on his elbows, “But maybe you can help me out before?”
Ryan’s face fell, “Where are you going now?”
Daniel stood up, walking over to the goalie, placing a hand around the other’s neck. “Gosh, Millsy, that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
Shoving him, Ryan said, “Jerk. You’re never going to tell me.”
Daniel leaned up, capturing Ryan’s lips, keeping his head in place. Ryan resisted at first, but fell into the kiss, his hands finding Daniel’s shoulders. Daniel laughed, slipping his tongue to taste Ryan before pulling back. “No really, either give me a reason to stay, or I’ve gotta go.”
Ryan shifted feet, biting his lip. “You can’t just stay?”
“Ryan.” Daniel said, “I’m serious.”
Ryan sighed and pushed Daniel back and said, “Alright, Danny, you want a reason, I’ll give you a reason.”
The forward’s eyes sparkled as he watched Ryan slowly undo his clothing, walking him backwards towards the bed. Ryan smiled, kissing Daniel, who more than complied. They’d been going together since before playoffs. Ryan had a rough game, and Daniel made it better. Danny ended up coming over every night it seemed, but lately, with the season over, and his contract up, he came over less, and seemed more distant. Ryan knew that he needed Danny. He was the one that made everything ok. Ryan didn’t feel so alone with Danny around. He didn’t feel inadequate. He felt needed and necessary. Ryan knew that he’d lost the cup for the entire team, and Danny was there. Granted, Danny began to fade and grow distant, but Ryan didn’t care. He didn’t blame Danny for hating him. He’d lost the cup, after all.
Danny squeezed his hips, fingers digging into the goalie, leaving possessive bruises. Danny hissed into his ear, “Are you with me, Ryan? Am I not enough?”
Ryan’s eyes widened and he said, “You’re all I need, Danny, you’re more than enough.”
Danny turned the two of them, lowering Ryan to the bed. “I better be. We’re a team, Ryan, you and I.”
“I love you...” Ryan said, as Danny began to slowly grind into him, holding him down.
“I know...” Danny responded, before attacking Ryan’s lips again.
Ryan shook slightly, standing beside his friends Derek and Brian. He rolled his eyes as Brian looked at him sadly. Ryan said, “I’m happy for him, I promise.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Of course you are, you just wish it was our cup.”
“It was our cup,” Ryan said, taking a big swig of his whiskey, “I lost it.”
Brian’s face fell, “Come on, dude, you did not. We all did.”
“We all did what?” Danny said, walking over to the group.
Ryan smiled largely, as Danny hugged him. He grinned and leaned into the man, but keeping a distance. Danny didn’t want to be out to the entire team. The important ones knew, like Maxim and Jaroslav. They were always keeping tabs on the team, making sure things ran smoothly. Ryan said, “Ah, it’s nothing.”
Danny watched Ryan as he finished off his drink, and reaching for a beer. “You’re drinking a bit fast, Millsy.”
Ryan laughed, “I’ve got to call my brother and give him my congrats. Then I’m getting drunk.”
Brian clapped him on the back, his hand remaining there. “Just take it easy.”
Shaking his head, Derek raised his beer, “You know what, Millsy? Get drunk tonight. We deserve it. Let’s have fun.”
Ryan clinked their drinks together and then drank some more. “Thank you, Derek, you’re the only true friend.”
Daniel Paille, from the other side of the room yelled, “Roysie, Soupy! We need you for foos!”
Brian turned to Danny and said, “Make sure this one doesn’t die, ok? We’ll make sure he gets home.”
Daniel waved them off, “I’ll take him home, don’t worry.”
“I’m still here, guys,” Ryan said, “I can hear you.”
Danny laughed and said, “Maybe we should get out of here.”
Ryan shrugged, “I just need to get my mind off of the cup, and really, I need to call Drew. He’ll be mad if I don’t congratulate him.”
“Do it in the morning,” Danny said, dropping his voice, “Maybe I’ve got other plans?”
Ryan smirked and said, “Fine... I’m not feeling very well anyway.”
“I can fix that.” Danny whispered, licking his lips.
Blushing red, Ryan looked down, and his phone rang. He picked it up. His brother was calling him. He had only won the cup a few minutes before. Ryan felt his chest clench. He sighed and said, “Ok, Danny, one more drink and i’ll go. Let me talk to Drew for a bit.”
Danny gently squeezed his side and walked across Chris Drury’s living room to the foosball table. Ryan watched him then answered his phone, “Hey there...” Ryan started before taking a deep breath, “Stanley Cup Champion.”
Ryan sat at his kitchen table, the newspaper in front of him. He blinked a few times, eyes burning with tears. Chris and Danny were leaving. Chris would go to the Rangers, of all teams, and Danny to the Flyers. Slowly, the goalie grabbed at his shirt, clenching the fabric between his fingers, shutting his eyes. It was too much. He couldn’t handle it. Yesterday, the world had a little bit of color, but now, it was grey, and blurred. Danny had left that morning, according to his way too cheerful wife. Danny hadn’t said goodbye.
Ryan looked across the table, seeing Danny’s Allstar cap. He knew that Danny had a sock beneath his bed, and some of his books. Ryan would have to package them up and send them to Philly. Rubbing his face, Ryan knew deep down that he was alone, once again. Danny had walked out of his life. He wouldn’t respond to phonecalls. Maybe email was a better option.
After the third or fourth phonecall from his teammates, Ryan shut off his phone and leaned back against the wall. Danny was gone. The cup was lost. Ryan took a staggered breath and stood up, walking to the liquor cabinet. He opened it up and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He opened it, smelling the strong liquid, before drinking from the bottle. Ryan made his way to the couch. Sitting down heavily, he pulled up a pillow, hugging it to his chest. A few more sips, and the hot tears began to roll down his face. He drank a few more gulps and then said outloud, “Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life.”
As expected, no response, and Ryan’s voice seemed to echo in the empty home. Ryan drank some more, shutting his eyes, and letting the drink sooth his nerves and broken heart.
a prequrl to 100 ways
Elise
pg
written for mistokath13 in response to a meme challenge.
Daniel flipped over onto his back, a hand toying with his belly. He laughed as Ryan rolled his eyes, gathering the clothes off the ground. Stopping, Ryan looked at his lover on the bed and said, “You know, You can help me clean up.”
“I would like to help you in other ways, but alas, I must go soon.” Daniel sat up on his elbows, “But maybe you can help me out before?”
Ryan’s face fell, “Where are you going now?”
Daniel stood up, walking over to the goalie, placing a hand around the other’s neck. “Gosh, Millsy, that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
Shoving him, Ryan said, “Jerk. You’re never going to tell me.”
Daniel leaned up, capturing Ryan’s lips, keeping his head in place. Ryan resisted at first, but fell into the kiss, his hands finding Daniel’s shoulders. Daniel laughed, slipping his tongue to taste Ryan before pulling back. “No really, either give me a reason to stay, or I’ve gotta go.”
Ryan shifted feet, biting his lip. “You can’t just stay?”
“Ryan.” Daniel said, “I’m serious.”
Ryan sighed and pushed Daniel back and said, “Alright, Danny, you want a reason, I’ll give you a reason.”
The forward’s eyes sparkled as he watched Ryan slowly undo his clothing, walking him backwards towards the bed. Ryan smiled, kissing Daniel, who more than complied. They’d been going together since before playoffs. Ryan had a rough game, and Daniel made it better. Danny ended up coming over every night it seemed, but lately, with the season over, and his contract up, he came over less, and seemed more distant. Ryan knew that he needed Danny. He was the one that made everything ok. Ryan didn’t feel so alone with Danny around. He didn’t feel inadequate. He felt needed and necessary. Ryan knew that he’d lost the cup for the entire team, and Danny was there. Granted, Danny began to fade and grow distant, but Ryan didn’t care. He didn’t blame Danny for hating him. He’d lost the cup, after all.
Danny squeezed his hips, fingers digging into the goalie, leaving possessive bruises. Danny hissed into his ear, “Are you with me, Ryan? Am I not enough?”
Ryan’s eyes widened and he said, “You’re all I need, Danny, you’re more than enough.”
Danny turned the two of them, lowering Ryan to the bed. “I better be. We’re a team, Ryan, you and I.”
“I love you...” Ryan said, as Danny began to slowly grind into him, holding him down.
“I know...” Danny responded, before attacking Ryan’s lips again.
Ryan shook slightly, standing beside his friends Derek and Brian. He rolled his eyes as Brian looked at him sadly. Ryan said, “I’m happy for him, I promise.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Of course you are, you just wish it was our cup.”
“It was our cup,” Ryan said, taking a big swig of his whiskey, “I lost it.”
Brian’s face fell, “Come on, dude, you did not. We all did.”
“We all did what?” Danny said, walking over to the group.
Ryan smiled largely, as Danny hugged him. He grinned and leaned into the man, but keeping a distance. Danny didn’t want to be out to the entire team. The important ones knew, like Maxim and Jaroslav. They were always keeping tabs on the team, making sure things ran smoothly. Ryan said, “Ah, it’s nothing.”
Danny watched Ryan as he finished off his drink, and reaching for a beer. “You’re drinking a bit fast, Millsy.”
Ryan laughed, “I’ve got to call my brother and give him my congrats. Then I’m getting drunk.”
Brian clapped him on the back, his hand remaining there. “Just take it easy.”
Shaking his head, Derek raised his beer, “You know what, Millsy? Get drunk tonight. We deserve it. Let’s have fun.”
Ryan clinked their drinks together and then drank some more. “Thank you, Derek, you’re the only true friend.”
Daniel Paille, from the other side of the room yelled, “Roysie, Soupy! We need you for foos!”
Brian turned to Danny and said, “Make sure this one doesn’t die, ok? We’ll make sure he gets home.”
Daniel waved them off, “I’ll take him home, don’t worry.”
“I’m still here, guys,” Ryan said, “I can hear you.”
Danny laughed and said, “Maybe we should get out of here.”
Ryan shrugged, “I just need to get my mind off of the cup, and really, I need to call Drew. He’ll be mad if I don’t congratulate him.”
“Do it in the morning,” Danny said, dropping his voice, “Maybe I’ve got other plans?”
Ryan smirked and said, “Fine... I’m not feeling very well anyway.”
“I can fix that.” Danny whispered, licking his lips.
Blushing red, Ryan looked down, and his phone rang. He picked it up. His brother was calling him. He had only won the cup a few minutes before. Ryan felt his chest clench. He sighed and said, “Ok, Danny, one more drink and i’ll go. Let me talk to Drew for a bit.”
Danny gently squeezed his side and walked across Chris Drury’s living room to the foosball table. Ryan watched him then answered his phone, “Hey there...” Ryan started before taking a deep breath, “Stanley Cup Champion.”
Ryan sat at his kitchen table, the newspaper in front of him. He blinked a few times, eyes burning with tears. Chris and Danny were leaving. Chris would go to the Rangers, of all teams, and Danny to the Flyers. Slowly, the goalie grabbed at his shirt, clenching the fabric between his fingers, shutting his eyes. It was too much. He couldn’t handle it. Yesterday, the world had a little bit of color, but now, it was grey, and blurred. Danny had left that morning, according to his way too cheerful wife. Danny hadn’t said goodbye.
Ryan looked across the table, seeing Danny’s Allstar cap. He knew that Danny had a sock beneath his bed, and some of his books. Ryan would have to package them up and send them to Philly. Rubbing his face, Ryan knew deep down that he was alone, once again. Danny had walked out of his life. He wouldn’t respond to phonecalls. Maybe email was a better option.
After the third or fourth phonecall from his teammates, Ryan shut off his phone and leaned back against the wall. Danny was gone. The cup was lost. Ryan took a staggered breath and stood up, walking to the liquor cabinet. He opened it up and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He opened it, smelling the strong liquid, before drinking from the bottle. Ryan made his way to the couch. Sitting down heavily, he pulled up a pillow, hugging it to his chest. A few more sips, and the hot tears began to roll down his face. He drank a few more gulps and then said outloud, “Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life.”
As expected, no response, and Ryan’s voice seemed to echo in the empty home. Ryan drank some more, shutting his eyes, and letting the drink sooth his nerves and broken heart.