Title: Someday: Chapter Four: Trouble
Author: Foxy Finn ([email protected])
Rating: R-ish, possibley NC-17 in later parts
Archive: @ my site http://www.geocities.com/foxy_finn44/ email me if you want it anywhere else....
Category: Sports, RPS, NHL, Comire/York, Comrie/Guerin
Feedback: *Puppy dog eyes*
Summary: Suppose Bill Guerin hadn't been traded for Anson Carter...
Author's Note: Disclaimer! Nope. Not mine. This whole thing is poppycock. Started school. This has been sorta done for a while, but I've been too busy to post.

The arms I woke up in were not Bill's. The body I was curled up against was not Bill's. I was with some one else and it was one of the best feelings I've had in a long time.

I was a little surprised to wake up here. I don't remember falling asleep, but I rarely do. My socks were off and I was under the covers. I didn't want to move and wake up my bedmate, but I desperately had to use the bathroom. The stiff feeling of having a full bladder was slowly winning over the comfort of just laying here.

Finally, I shifted my weight and rolled out of Mike's arms. He made a noise low in his throat; a waking noise. I quickly slipped off to the bathroom.

When I got back, he had his hands folded behind his head and he flashed me a quick grin. "You're up way too early."

I crawled back onto the bed, lounging by his feet as I looked up at him. "That's what happens when some one drugs you the night before."

He laughed. "I didn't drug you."

"Yes you did. You drugged me, then took advantage of me." I smiled, running my hand over his leg underneath the covers.

"You consider taking off your socks to be taking advantage of you?" He grinned.

I tried to reply with a straight face, but I couldn't. "My socks are very sacred."

He motioned me over to lie next to him. I did, stealing a quick kiss before resting my head against the pillows.

His eyes seemed to brighten when he smiled at me. "I'm glad we didn't do anything last night?"

My eyebrows quickly lifted in surprise. "Really?"

"If we had, you'd have guilt in your eyes right now." He smirked.

I blushed. I know I would've. I don't know why I should, but I would. "It's bad enough I'm still here�"

"Bad?" He said with a laugh. "This is bad?"

"No," I quickly replied, shaking my head as quickly as I could. "This isn't bad. It's just that�when I get home, Bill will know and�"

"You told him you were out with your brother. Why wouldn't he believe you?" He asked.

I sighed, moving to get off the bed. "I think I should go."

His hand was quickly on mine. "He makes you miserable. Why stay with him?"

I froze, torn between two desires. I was with Bill to feel safe. He was my safety net. No matter how often he jerked me around or how bed he made me feel, he wasn't going anywhere. Mike would be leaving town very shortly and you can't be in some one's arms if he's across the continent.

But you can be in some one's arms if he's lying next to you.

I quickly turned to capture Mike's mouth with a kiss. I wanted this to be my answer. His arms came up around me, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss. We were back where we were last night, except this time I was sure of what I wanted to do.

I broke away, resting my forehead against his before meeting his eyes. I touched his face and smile. "I stay because it's all I know."

"Ever think of changing that?" He asked.

I brushed my hand lightly through his hair. Bill's hair was tightly curled, but Mike's was soft and touchable. I liked the way we fit together. Bill's legs are so much longer than mine that I feel awkward sometimes. I liked the way Mike's feet were playing with mine. I was still lost in thought when he kissed me, bringing me back.

"Mike?" He asked again.

"Why," I asked softly, "are you being so nice about this? If I said stop again, would you?"

His eyes dropped from mine as he thought. When he looked at me again, I didn't see any of the anger I expected. "There's something about you that makes me want to have you for more than just one night. If you said stop I'd be disappointed, but I'd listen."

I frowned. "Bill would listen, but would be angry about it."

"Forget him," Mike replied. "He doesn't�"

I interrupted him with a kiss. My tongue tasted the inside of his mouth before the surprise wore off.

My hands tugged at his shirt, and his lips parted from mine.

"No stopping this time?" He asked.

He didn't need an answer when pressed my lips to his.

I was standing by the bed and he tackled me onto it. How can he still have energy after running? I tried to struggle, but he pinned me on my back. He quirked a grin at my frustration. He kissed me, before rolling off the bed and back onto his feet.

He planted his hands on his hips as he looked down on me.

"Nice to see you still know where home is." He smirked.

My heart was pounding, and not because I'd just been tackled onto the bed. "I've got to sleep some where."

He nodded, before turning to walk over to the shower. "I'm going to shower. Get dressed, we're meeting Doug for lunch."

"Doug?" I asked. "When did he call?"

Bill looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh, Friday."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. So that's why he was so happy. Doug was in town. I guess it doesn't matter where little Mikey goes as long as Doug is coming back into town.

Bill shrugged, tossing his shirt aside. "You were too busy being pissy and pretending to ignore me. Just get dressed."

I frowned, looking away as I heard the shower start. I stared at the ceiling, my mind still hours behind. It was so hard to leave Mike's bed after we had sex. I felt loved in that bed. I didn't want to come back here. I closed my eyes and sighed. If I get lost in the memories of this morning, I'll end up very hard and in trouble. That's why my shower, for the most part, was very cold.

I'm still not dressed when I heard Bill come out of the shower. I heard the noise he makes when he's annoyed (which is pretty much all the time) as he dresses. He tosses a pair of jeans at me that land on my head, and I finally get up.

"Can't you go without me?" I ask. My voice sounded small, not at all how I intended to sound.

He paused in the buttoning of his shirt to frown at me. "You have to go. Doug wants to see you too."

I sighed, looking away.

Bill came over to the bed. I was sitting up against the pillows, and he sat next to me. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Why don't you want to see Doug?" He asked.

This was a little strange. Bill hardly ever asked anything unless he got something out of it.

I shrugged. "I'm tired."

"That's what you get for staying up all night." He grinned.

Again, I shrugged.

Bill frowned, then stood off the bed. He walked over to the telephone, and dialed what I assumed to be the number to the restaurant because he asked for Doug. Doug eventually came on the phone.

"Hey," Bill smiles when he talks to Doug. He doesn't do that with anyone else. Except for maybe Mike Modano.

"Yeah, we're fine." Bill replied. I stretched out on the bed again. Apparently, he was going to let me get away with this. Fine with me.

"Uh huh, look," Bill started, "It doesn't look like we're going to make it."

What? We? Did he just say we?

I was staring at Bill as he talked. He didn't look at me as he rolled his eyes at something Doug said. Eventually, Bill just hung up the phone without saying anything. He rolled back onto the bed, and quickly pulled me into his arms. He kissed down my face and collarbone before I could get words to come out of my mouth.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

He left a parting kiss on my skin before he sat up to look at me. "You didn't want to."

I was still looking at him with surprise when he started kissing me again.

He knew.

-End Chapter Four