Fic: Te Célébrer, Chaque Jour (1/?)
Title: Te Célébrer, Chaque Jour
Pairing: Kesler/Burrows
Rating : Uh, R for language ?
Disclaimer: Just la-de-dah fluffy. Seriously. This is like, thirty straight pages of pure indulgence. (Except I can’t do fluffy without a little angst..typical)
Summary: His first year on the team, Alex wishes Ryan happy birthday… thirty-one times.
I want something happy! So, ta-dah!
(Some facts were distorted. For instance, Kesler’s birthday is August 31st.
(Funny true story! I was at Firstar, where they sell the RK17 stuff, and the lady there was all, “well you can have a discount today- it’s his birthday!” Sidenote, the jackets I got are freaking adorable. Anyhow, moving on) but August didn’t work for me. So now it’s in January. Yay! Was gonna be feb, but the Olympics… the schedule is real! Historical! Woo!
Also it is now the year 2005. Wow, I barely remember what happened that year. I was… uh… 13. Anyhow, the roster is not exactly as it was during 2005, because I don’t know them, and you know, 2005. It’d be sad, looking back like that, before 2008 and everything :( (on that note, their Rypien tribute.. ah)
ON TO THE HAPPY STUFF. Also, being posted in parts, because I got impatient. Enjoy!
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“When’s your birthday?”"
“Excuse me?” Ryan eyes the new player in front of him. The guy frowns.
“Birthday,” he repeats, carefully enunciating. Ryan rolls his eyes.
“For once, your English is not the problem.” Ryan goes back to tying his trainers. The guy’s been following him around since he got here. Ryan’s not a rookie anymore, not really; he’s been here since he was nineteen. He’s twenty-one now, and this new guy looks older than him, maybe. It’s hard to tell, seeing as he’s got the energy of a sugared-up five year old and runs his mouth at twice that rate.
“Well? Tell me.” He scowls, and looks about three seconds away from kicking Ryan in the shins angrily. Just in case, Ryan lifts his feet onto the bench, fiddling with his shoe laces.
"Why? We barely even know each other!” This is sort of true. They’ve been rooming together on the road, and he does know the guy’s name is Burrows, even if he can’t remember what his first name is. It might be Alex; then again, it might be Andrew. Something with an A. Maybe.
“Tell me!” Burrows insists. Ryan really doesn’t get why Burrows has been following him around for the past few months. Sure, it’s given him a sort of sixth sense for always knowing where the guy is on the ice, but that’s about all he’s gained. Ryan doesn’t want anything else from him. Burrows is exactly the kind of guy Ryan wants to stay far away from.
“No.” Ryan grabs his phone off the bench and shoves it in his pocket. “Leave me alone.” He stands, and Burrows steps out of his way. Ryan can feel Burrows’ eyes on him as he leaves the room. He’s pretty certain that this isn’t over.
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“Tell me!”
“Holy fuck!” Ryan nearly cracks his head on the overhead compartment he’s shoving his bag into when he whips around. Burrows is suddenly standing right next to him. He grins, like he’s proud of himself for having scared Ryan to death with the way he just popped out of nowhere. “What?”
“Tell me,” Burrows repeats. Ryan rubs a hand over his forehead, frowning.
“You probably just gave me a concussion.”
“Well, good. Did you forget that you don’t want to tell me?”
“No. What the fuck are we talking about again?” Ryan refuses to sit in his seat, standing in the aisle instead, because if he sat down, he’d end up with Burrows next to him for the whole flight to Tampa Bay.
“Hellooooo” Kevin Bieksa was behind Burrows, nudging him, “can we move it along? Much as I’d love to stare at your beautiful faces all day, I’ve got a seat to get to.”
“Ha, ha,” Ryan says dryly, reluctantly stepping out of the aisle.
“That means you too, Alex,” Kevin hip-checks him into the row next to Ryan and continues on his way. “You guys can argue about who likes me more all you like, just get outta the way.”
Alex, right. Ryan had done a pretty good job of not remembering his name. Alex slides down into the seat next to Ryan with a triumphant grin.
“Well?” Alex persists.
“Well what?” Ryan snaps. Alex rolls his eyes.
“You forget already,” he scoffs; his English is definitely a little messed up. He seems like the kind of guy who would have stubbornly refused to practice it, out of some sort of superiority complex or something. “Your birthday,” he presses.
“Go to hell, and then I’ll tell you,” Ryan growls. Maybe a bit too harsh, but it’s early in the morning, and he just wants to sleep. “Besides, couldn’t you just fuckin’ look it up? It’s everywhere online!”
“What is the point in that,” Alex shakes his head scornfully, “you can just tell me.”
“Or I can just not.” With that, Ryan turns towards the window, shoulder hunched up, and tries to sleep.
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At the hotel, Ryan encounters an unpleasant surprise: his room key is gone.
“Alex said he’d give you yours,” Trevor supplies helpfully. Ryan glowers, and Trevor just laughs. He seems quite immune to intimidation; Ryan should probably give up on that soon.
“That little bastard,” Ryan mutters, then, to Linden, “where’d he go?”
“Up to the room.”
Up in front of the hotel room, Ryan finds that this is indeed correct; Alex is leaning against the wall, smirking in an absolutely maddening way.
“Where’s my key, asshole,” Ryan snaps. Alex grins.
“I got it for you!” he holds it up, grin widening. Ryan makes a grab for it, uselessly. “I’ll give it to you if you tell me when your birthday is!” Ryan glares at him, but Alex doesn’t waver.
“It’s in January,” Ryan snaps, “and that’s all you need to know.” He snatches his key out of Alex’s hand, swipes it, and bangs through the door noisily. He flops down on one of the beds.
“January, eh?” Alex calls out jauntily from the other side of the door. “Je vais te célébrer chaque jour!” Ryan groans and flips him off, or at least, the door between them. Fucking Alex, he thinks, lying back and closing his eyes. Maybe January just won’t come.
I wanted this to be a 5-part thing, but livejournal has a limit to how long a post can be! AUGHK.
Anyways, more veryverysoon! In fact, it's already written, and I just have to go to class.
Part 2: http://ice-hot-13.livejournal.com/15124.html