Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing/Characters: Jack Johnson/Drew Doughty, Sidney Crosby
Dedication: herwhereabouts, abby20, robi0688, early_afternoon and joolzie, thanks for all your support, feedback and encouragement. :D
Disclaimer: It's all lies!
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Tangled Up in Blue and One Last Summer, but it's not necessary to read those fics to follow this one. This is set just after the ending of Tangled Up in Blue (1/8/11) when Jack signed a long contract extension with the Kings. Who are these guys?
Blue Moon, Part 5
The day after my birthday, we left for a short road trip to Dallas and St. Louis and lost both games, both by a score of 2-1. Something seemed to go wrong every night and we'd fallen to 13th in the West, but all the teams were so bunched up in the middle that I knew we still had a good chance to make the playoffs. We had a few more games before the All Star break, then a ridiculous ten game road trip after that. I had a feeling that things were going to turn around.
We had some of the guys over to our place to play video games after we got back. We started out playing Rock Band with Simmer on drums, Drew on vocals, and me, Brownie and Greener swapping in and out on lead and bass guitar on different songs. Drew insisted on picking expert difficulty and failed out in about thirty seconds on "Tangled Up in Blue". After the fourth time he'd exhausted all of of his allowed saves and caused everyone to fail the song, we decided to take a break for pizza and beer.
"You fucking suck, Drew," Simmer grumbled. "I can't believe you made me play that stupid song four times."
"Yeah, I think my arm is going to fall off," Greener said, grimacing as he stretched his arm out and rotated his wrist.
"That because you don't up-strum," Brownie said. "It's not too bad once you practice it a bit."
"Easy for you to say, you play expert on every song." Greener grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza and took a big bite, looking slightly bitter.
"I can play expert because I up-strum. Not that it was fun playing the same thing four times in a row," he said, staring accusingly at Drew, which made me start laughing.
"Hey, what the hell are you laughing at? You didn't even play this song!" Simmer pointed out.
"I know, that's why I'm laughing," I said, laughing even harder. Brownie punched me in the ribs in response just as Greener punched me in the shoulder from the other side. "Hey, stop hitting me--I'm not the one who made you guys fail out."
"Yeah, but you're more annoying," Brownie declared and tried to hit me again, but I managed to partially block him with my arm, then got him with a quick counter punch to the gut. He grunted, then tried to tackle me as soon as he recovered but I stood strong, then wrestled him to the ground.
"Still find me annoying?" I asked, laughing as I struggled to keep him pinned down. The guy was like an octopus, flailing limbs everywhere. Our wrestling came to an abrupt and agonizing end when he accidentally kneed me in the nuts.
"Motherfucker," I mumbled weakly, rolling off Brownie and bending over, sickened by the pain as I lowered my head and closed my eyes, barely able to breathe. I was vaguely aware of someone's hand on my back and I could hear the guys talking, but I was so completely seized by the excruciating pain in my abdomen and balls that I didn't register what they were saying.
"You okay, buddy?" Greener asked when I finally looked up. The four of them were standing in a circle around me, looking at me with sympathy.
"Not really," I wheezed, and immediately failed in my attempt to stand up.
"If you broke him, I swear I'm going to fucking kill you," Drew muttered grimly.
"Sorry," Brownie apologized sheepishly to me.
"Help me get him up," Simmer said, stooping down and hooking his elbow under my armpit as Greener did the same on the other side. I tried to protest, but a fresh burst of pain prevented me from getting anything out.
"I think he looks worse," Drew said, studying my face carefully. "He's turning green."
I tried to shift my weight onto my legs slowly and, satisfied that they weren't going to buckle, removed my arms from their shoulders and said, "I need a fucking beer."
"I'll get you one," Drew offered, but I shook my head and tried to walk as normally as I could to the kitchen. He followed me, perhaps concerned that I was going to fall over.
"I think I can make it twenty feet by myself," I said, giving him a small smile.
"I want a beer too." He grinned back at me and walked ahead, getting a couple of beers from the fridge and opening them. He handed one to me and I took a long sip, trying to will the pain to go away.
"Better," I said eventually.
"So, you think you're going to be okay tonight? To fuck, I mean?" he asked anxiously.
I stared incredulously at him, feeling miffed. "Is that all you care about?"
"It's been three days," he said defensively.
"We've gone much longer than that in the summer. Seriously, my balls are still sore right now and you're asking me that?" I leaned against the counter, drinking more beer, then setting the bottle down.
"I was really looking forward to it," he said, moving close to me and resting his palms on the edge of the counter to either side of my body, making me uncomfortable because I knew that the guys were in the next room.
"Drew, no..." I started to say, but he'd already started kissing me, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back.
When I opened my eyes, I saw something moving in my peripheral vision and I turned to see Greener standing in the doorway, looking dumbfounded. Drew turned around to see what I was looking at and started laughing.
"See, not punking you," he said, and Greener's expression didn't change. Everything in the rational part of my brain told me that it was okay, everything was fine, that he'd known about us for a long time and had been supportive from the beginning, but the fear that had been instilled deep inside me surfaced and I had to fight to force it away.
"That was really fucking weird," he said, shaking his head. Then he went to get a beer from the fridge and went back into the living room.
"Are you okay?" Drew asked again.
"Well, I don't feel like puking anymore," I said, reaching for my beer.
"No, I meant about that. Greener." He waited for me to respond, and when I couldn't come up with anything to say, he continued talking. "I'm not saying we start making out in the locker room or anything, but when we're at home, and it's just our friends, you don't have to be so--you don't have to worry."
"It's hard for me. I know it's our home and I should feel safe here, but the moment anyone else is around I just go into a different mode or something. It's not on purpose," I explained.
"I know," he said, and he kissed me again lightly, checking my expression, then kissed me a few more times.
That time when I opened my eyes, I saw Simmer and Brownie staring at us, looking pretty stunned. Greener was standing between them, a massive smile on his face as he looked from one guy to the other.
"Told you they were kissing. Man, you guys should see the looks on your faces right now!" He threw his arms around them, giving them a shake, and I started to smile, feeling some of the pain and fear start to fade away together.
We won our final three games heading into the All-Star break. I wished we could have kept going because everything was finally coming together for us, but I was also looking forward to spending a few days at home with my family. Drew and Simmer were going to Maui for the break, which sounded like a really good time, but I wanted to see my family--especially my younger brother Kenny.
Things had been strained between us the first month I was home in the off-season. He had been sullen and rude to me, and it was only after an honest conversation that I found out he'd believed I didn't care about him anymore after I'd gone to LA. After I'd cleared that misunderstanding up with him, the rest of the summer was great and it had been really tough to say goodbye to him when I came back to LA.
I didn't like talking for very long either over the phone or on Skype, so it was even more important to me that I spent time with him when I got the chance, even if a lot of that time was devoted to playing mini sticks. Mom cooked all of my favorites including lamb chops (revoking Dad's veto power when he protested) and I had a lot of deep conversations with Dad about everything from movies to the Health Care Bill to go with all of the hockey talk.
We did a lot of things together as a family: bowling, charades, Pictionary, and of course, mini sticks tournaments. We watched the draft and skills competition and the All-Star Game and cheered loudly for Kopi's goal. Drew made fun of us for being cheesy when I told him about it over the phone, but I didn't care. We had fun and that was all that mattered. He and Simmer sounded like they were having a good time, drinking a lot and not doing anything more strenuous than snorkeling.
I got back to LA before Drew and Simmer, so I picked them up from the airport. Drew looked good--he was a little more tanned and he seemed relaxed and happy, if a little tired. They put their bags in the trunk and Drew got in the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss me.
"You couldn't wait until you get home?" Simmer grumbled from the back seat.
"No," Drew answered, turning around to flash a big smile at him. "And if I hear any complaining from you, I'm going to start groping him."
"Please don't grope me while I'm driving," I requested, trying to get over the unease I felt about kissing in front of Simmer.
They started telling me all about their trip as we left the airport and got on the freeway. Day one had consisted of laying on the beach with cocktails, then going to a club at night. Day two was much like day one, except Simmer met a nice local girl and his night ended differently; he was very appreciative of Drew's abilities as a wingman. Simmer's new friend took them to one of the more secluded snorkeling spots on the island, and their last morning, they decided to drive up to Mount Haleakala to watch the sunrise.
"I froze my nuts off," Simmer said, frowning at the memory.
"It was really fucking cold," Drew agreed.
I shook my head and muttered, "You guys are an embarrassment to Canada."
"It was thirty degrees and we were in T-shirts and shorts!" Simmer said defensively.
"The sunrise was really pretty, though," Drew said. "I took pictures, but I don't think they do it justice."
"Sounds romantic," I said, smirking.
"I wish you could have been there with me," he said, and I felt my face start to flush. I didn't really know what to say, so I just kept my eyes on the road and didn't say anything as Simmer expressed his opinion with an exaggerated barfing sound.
I dropped Simmer off at home and we headed back on the road for the drive back to our place. I smiled at Drew and reached over to hold his hand. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," he said. "We drove past all these amazing hiking spots that I knew you'd love."
"I'm guessing you guys didn't go hiking at any of those places," I said, grinning.
"That's a good guess." We both started laughing, and as soon as we got to a red light I leaned over to kiss him, hard and desperate, as if I was trying to make up for all of our days apart.
Drew broke our kiss and pointed at the traffic light, a little out of breath, saying, "It's green."
I sat back reluctantly. Kissing him had given me some ideas, and judging from the bulge in his shorts, he had some ideas of his own that were very similar to mine.
"When's the last time you jerked off?" I asked, feeling impatient even though I knew it would take less than ten minutes to get home.
"A couple of days ago. You?" Drew replied, adjusting himself.
"Same." I tried to keep my eyes off him and on the road. "So what did you miss about me?"
"I'll show you when we get home," he said, resting his hand lightly on my thigh, but not moving it any higher.
It seemed like it took an eternity to get home, but we finally did and the moment we closed the front door, I dropped his bags and shoved him hard against the wall, pinning him there and kissing him as I unzipped his shorts and tugged them down along with his boxers. He reached down and slipped his hand into my jeans, giving my cock a hard squeeze.
"I definitely missed this," he murmured, and he showed me in great detail everything else he had missed.