(no subject)
interrupted 3/?
ELise
ryan miller
Ryan pulled slowly at the fibers in the chair. He looked up at the woman sitting with a clipboard. "Do I have to?"
"Your coach seems to think so," The woman smiled warmly, encouragingly.
"He thinks a lot of things." Ryan sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, "I was just angry, and I got drunk. I didn't want to be near my roommate."
The woman uncrossed her legs, biting on her pen. Ryan shifted uncomfortably, eyes focused on the minuscule space between her knees. He shut his eyes. The woman said quietly, "What's is wrong with your roommate?"
"Nothing," Ryan sighed, crossing his legs as he thought of Patrick in a towel, "He's great... He's just there. I've got no alone time."
"It's good that you left the stressful situation, and went out to be alone. Mission accomplished. So why are we here?" The woman raised her eyebrow.
"Because I wasn't alone then. There were people in the bar, and I was tired, and barely ate and I just wanted to relax. I just want to relax." Ryan's hands shook.
"Perhaps I can prescribe a day of relaxation?" She said, smiling, "I'd like you to go home. Cancel plans, cancel the gym and trainers. Don't call your friends. Just relax. Learn something new. Sleep in. Maybe get a massage."
Ryan paused, tilting his head. He remained quiet, knowing the psychiatrist was hearing him out, waiting for him. He nodded, "I mean... can you get me out of practice? Maybe just one day. Shut doors."
She nodded, "I'll see what I can do. Now our hour is up. I'm going to see you next week."
"I don't need next week," Ryan exclaimed, "I'm just stressed out."
"Ryan, i'll make the appointment."
Ryan sighed, standing up, crossing his arms. He walked out, without saying goodbye.
Smiling, he licked his lips, watching the small instructional video. Ryan had dedicated the day to relaxation. He wasn't given the day off of practice, but Ryan figured he couldn't get into much more trouble than he already was. He skipped it, knowing that people wouldn't come and bother him. Ryan sighed, feeling the familiar twist in his lower belly. Finally, Ryan looked down at the rope in his hands, rolling it between his palms. He looked back up at the video, and grinned. Perfect.
The goalie stood up, walking towards his iPod. He had put the heat up, mimicking a comfort room, or a spa. Ryan was nude as he flipped through, finding a playlist of relaxing music, but a sensual beat, near erotic. Wrapping his wrists then unwrapping them, Ryan walked over to the chair, standing on it. He was nervous and was shaking. Throwing the rope over a support beam, He tied it in a noose, like the video showed. Ryan could feel his body begin to tingle in anticipation. The psychiatrist was right about this learning something new thing.
Standing on the chair, Ryan shut his eyes, listening to music, swaying. He touched his belly, fingers squeezing his hips, mimicking a lover. Standing as high as he could, using the rope to pull himself up, Ryan slipped the noose on and lowered himself slightly. He was surprised at how quickly the air left him, how quickly it cut him off. He squirmed a bit, but then relaxed, shutting his eyes. Ryan grabbed onto his cock, hoping that the video was correct and this would enhance the orgasm. Slowly he began to stroke himself, wanting to make noises, but the rope cut him off. He felt dizzy and moved his hand faster. He could feel his skin begin to tingle and burn from the lack of oxygen. Even though his lust was building, Ryan's shoulders began to relax. He felt tears in his eyes at the idea of release.
All of a sudden, arms circled him, and there was yelling. Ryan opened his eyes, white lights. He struggled the best he could but soon, there was a cutting noise and his body fell into the arms of whoever had stopped him. Ryan shook his head, wanting to scream, but the noose was still around his neck. He struggled against the arms circling him. Suddenly, he was wrenched up, a blanket being placed around him. Ryan focused into the absolutely panicking face of Craig Rivet. Ryan pushed back, his face turning red from a blush.
Another set of hands took off the noose, flinging it into the corner, as if it were a poisonous snake, or on fire. Ryan croaked out, "mistake... you are making... mistake..."
Derek Roy kneeled down beside him and said, "Ryan... what were you thinking? What the hell is going on?"
"Ryan, it's not worth it. We can get you help." Craig said, "This isn't the right way to go..."
Ryan shook, his eyes filling with tears. They were wrong. He wasn't trying to kill himself. Ryan's eyes filled with tears. He pushed at Craig, trying to crawl away, coughing as his lungs tried to take in the oxygen. Derek stayed with him, hand on his back. "Jesus, Millsy..."
Covering his head in embarrassment, Ryan said, voice scratchy, "You got it wrong."
"Tell me..." Derek whispered, stroking Ryan's back, "We've been through everything together, we can get through this."
"I don't want to die..." Ryan said, "I was trying to..."
Ryan trailed off. It was too embarrassing. He was mortified. Freezing up, Ryan curled into the blanket, covering his face. "Leave." He whispered, "Get out of here."
"No." Derek said, with conviction, "We just walked in to get you to practice and found you trying to hang yourself. Is this about Patty? What happened in Montreal?"
"Patty is perfect. This isn't about Patty." Ryan muttered, "Please go away."
Craig shifted uncomfortably, catching eyes with Derek. He'd never seen someone try to kill himself, and it made him panic. Derek nodded and said, "Craig... go find Lindy. I'll watch Ryan. Tell no one else other than Pommers and Goose."
Craig nodded, standing. He walked over, placing his hands on Ryan's blanket covered form. He gently stroked him, attempting to comfort him. Ryan flinched, and Craig moved his hand away. He knew that Ryan had grown up through the system with Jason, Paul and Derek. They'd take care of him, while he would take care of management. Craig watched as Derek slowly helped Ryan up, moving him towards the bedroom. Ryan resisted at first, but allowed himself to be led.
ELise
ryan miller
Ryan pulled slowly at the fibers in the chair. He looked up at the woman sitting with a clipboard. "Do I have to?"
"Your coach seems to think so," The woman smiled warmly, encouragingly.
"He thinks a lot of things." Ryan sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, "I was just angry, and I got drunk. I didn't want to be near my roommate."
The woman uncrossed her legs, biting on her pen. Ryan shifted uncomfortably, eyes focused on the minuscule space between her knees. He shut his eyes. The woman said quietly, "What's is wrong with your roommate?"
"Nothing," Ryan sighed, crossing his legs as he thought of Patrick in a towel, "He's great... He's just there. I've got no alone time."
"It's good that you left the stressful situation, and went out to be alone. Mission accomplished. So why are we here?" The woman raised her eyebrow.
"Because I wasn't alone then. There were people in the bar, and I was tired, and barely ate and I just wanted to relax. I just want to relax." Ryan's hands shook.
"Perhaps I can prescribe a day of relaxation?" She said, smiling, "I'd like you to go home. Cancel plans, cancel the gym and trainers. Don't call your friends. Just relax. Learn something new. Sleep in. Maybe get a massage."
Ryan paused, tilting his head. He remained quiet, knowing the psychiatrist was hearing him out, waiting for him. He nodded, "I mean... can you get me out of practice? Maybe just one day. Shut doors."
She nodded, "I'll see what I can do. Now our hour is up. I'm going to see you next week."
"I don't need next week," Ryan exclaimed, "I'm just stressed out."
"Ryan, i'll make the appointment."
Ryan sighed, standing up, crossing his arms. He walked out, without saying goodbye.
Smiling, he licked his lips, watching the small instructional video. Ryan had dedicated the day to relaxation. He wasn't given the day off of practice, but Ryan figured he couldn't get into much more trouble than he already was. He skipped it, knowing that people wouldn't come and bother him. Ryan sighed, feeling the familiar twist in his lower belly. Finally, Ryan looked down at the rope in his hands, rolling it between his palms. He looked back up at the video, and grinned. Perfect.
The goalie stood up, walking towards his iPod. He had put the heat up, mimicking a comfort room, or a spa. Ryan was nude as he flipped through, finding a playlist of relaxing music, but a sensual beat, near erotic. Wrapping his wrists then unwrapping them, Ryan walked over to the chair, standing on it. He was nervous and was shaking. Throwing the rope over a support beam, He tied it in a noose, like the video showed. Ryan could feel his body begin to tingle in anticipation. The psychiatrist was right about this learning something new thing.
Standing on the chair, Ryan shut his eyes, listening to music, swaying. He touched his belly, fingers squeezing his hips, mimicking a lover. Standing as high as he could, using the rope to pull himself up, Ryan slipped the noose on and lowered himself slightly. He was surprised at how quickly the air left him, how quickly it cut him off. He squirmed a bit, but then relaxed, shutting his eyes. Ryan grabbed onto his cock, hoping that the video was correct and this would enhance the orgasm. Slowly he began to stroke himself, wanting to make noises, but the rope cut him off. He felt dizzy and moved his hand faster. He could feel his skin begin to tingle and burn from the lack of oxygen. Even though his lust was building, Ryan's shoulders began to relax. He felt tears in his eyes at the idea of release.
All of a sudden, arms circled him, and there was yelling. Ryan opened his eyes, white lights. He struggled the best he could but soon, there was a cutting noise and his body fell into the arms of whoever had stopped him. Ryan shook his head, wanting to scream, but the noose was still around his neck. He struggled against the arms circling him. Suddenly, he was wrenched up, a blanket being placed around him. Ryan focused into the absolutely panicking face of Craig Rivet. Ryan pushed back, his face turning red from a blush.
Another set of hands took off the noose, flinging it into the corner, as if it were a poisonous snake, or on fire. Ryan croaked out, "mistake... you are making... mistake..."
Derek Roy kneeled down beside him and said, "Ryan... what were you thinking? What the hell is going on?"
"Ryan, it's not worth it. We can get you help." Craig said, "This isn't the right way to go..."
Ryan shook, his eyes filling with tears. They were wrong. He wasn't trying to kill himself. Ryan's eyes filled with tears. He pushed at Craig, trying to crawl away, coughing as his lungs tried to take in the oxygen. Derek stayed with him, hand on his back. "Jesus, Millsy..."
Covering his head in embarrassment, Ryan said, voice scratchy, "You got it wrong."
"Tell me..." Derek whispered, stroking Ryan's back, "We've been through everything together, we can get through this."
"I don't want to die..." Ryan said, "I was trying to..."
Ryan trailed off. It was too embarrassing. He was mortified. Freezing up, Ryan curled into the blanket, covering his face. "Leave." He whispered, "Get out of here."
"No." Derek said, with conviction, "We just walked in to get you to practice and found you trying to hang yourself. Is this about Patty? What happened in Montreal?"
"Patty is perfect. This isn't about Patty." Ryan muttered, "Please go away."
Craig shifted uncomfortably, catching eyes with Derek. He'd never seen someone try to kill himself, and it made him panic. Derek nodded and said, "Craig... go find Lindy. I'll watch Ryan. Tell no one else other than Pommers and Goose."
Craig nodded, standing. He walked over, placing his hands on Ryan's blanket covered form. He gently stroked him, attempting to comfort him. Ryan flinched, and Craig moved his hand away. He knew that Ryan had grown up through the system with Jason, Paul and Derek. They'd take care of him, while he would take care of management. Craig watched as Derek slowly helped Ryan up, moving him towards the bedroom. Ryan resisted at first, but allowed himself to be led.