Title: Someday: Chapter Six: This One Thing
Author: Foxy Finn ([email protected])
Rating: Pg13
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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. All I've got are some crummy ideas and a lot of stress.

February

Bill and I went out after our game against Vancouver. It was the last game before the All-star break, and since Bill wasn't going to the game this year he decided he should make it up to me. I was going, so I would be away from him for the weekend. I would be away from him, but I wouldn't be alone.

When Mike found out he was going as an injury replacement, we secretly made plans to meet up. I was shaking with excitement when I hung up the phone. We started calling one another every weekend since the summer. The season has started to put some wear on that, but with the All-star game and then the Olympics we'll have some time. I don't want to think about the Olympics right now; I want to think about my weekend away from Bill.

I've been pretending for a while now, falling in and out of love with him on countless occasions. Some days I regret that I talk to Mike every weekend. Some days I want to take my things and leave. On ice, our chemistry has really blossomed. Him, Ryan, and me are playing really well. We've gelled. I've heard Bill complaining about Edmonton a lot, though. He's a free agent in the summer. Think I can just wait it out?

I must have spaced out because I suddenly felt a sharp elbow jab me in the side. I looked up at Bill and glared.

"Don't look so glum. We won, Mikey." He grinned. Well, not really grinned. It was more of a large smirk.

"I know." I smiled. "It feels good."

We were sitting at a small table in the corner of a Vancouver bar. We blended in well. None of our other teammates were here; they were all at the hotel. Bill and I were going to have to head back soon too.

Bill drained the last of his drink. "I'll be right back, then we can go."

I nodded, even though I knew it wasn't a question. I watched him find the bathroom before turning back to my half-empty drink. Suddenly, another body occupied Bill's seat.

"Hey," I said, annoyed, as I started to look up, "That's taken."

The man who'd unexpectedly filled Bill's void met my eyes. Deep blue eyes and blond hair looked back at me. I was surprised to suddenly see something like him sitting across from me. He was hot and he knew it, from the grin he gave me in response.

"Really?" He smirked.

"Yeah," I replied, with a hint of a sarcastic smile. "And he'll be back any minute."

"He doesn't scare me," he said as he extended his hand. "I'm Adam."

I looked from his hand back up to him. I didn't return the handshake. "I'm Mike."

He took his hand away and shrugged. "Can I buy you a drink?"

I shook my head. "We were just about to leave, so no thanks."

Adam studied me. This was similar to how Mike and I met, but the emotions coming from Adam as he looked at me were much different. He was just out to fuck. Maybe Mike was too, but he approached it differently. He didn't make it this palpable. Adam's eyes were clearly only looking for one thing.

He finally broke the short silence. "Isn't he a little old for you?"

I narrowed my eyes, frowning. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"Yeah, it is none of your business." Bill was suddenly behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

Adam took this in stride and rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

"Yeah, whatever. Just walk away now." Bill glared. I hated that look from Bill. I've only seen it directed towards me a few times, but it still gives me the chills. Luckily, Adam took the hint and left us alone.

I turned to face Bill. His hands stayed on my shoulders. "He was cute."

"You don't look too distraught." He tilted his head.

"I just�" I frowned. "Thanks."

He smirked again. "Let's get out of here."

We left. The cab ride back to our hotel was quiet. I just watched him stare out the window as the city blurred by. I could've slipped away with that stranger, but I didn't. Some how, it felt wrong to do that to Mike. I was thinking about some one I hadn't seen in months more than the man I share a bed with every night. Mike and I have grown closer while Bill and I have grown apart.

But tonight was another small look into what Bill could be capable of. Some how, I expected him to invite the stranger back with us. But he didn't. He defended me.

We were still quiet until we got back to our room. I slumped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, before turning my head to look at him.

He was standing across the hotel room, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Why did you do that tonight?" I asked.

He turned his head slightly to look at me. "You're mine. I don't like people going near my things."

The words were offensive, but the way he said it left shivers down my spine. He thought he had me all to himself. The arrogance in his voice made me laugh inside. He didn't know what was going on behind his back. He would've said something by now. He's just kept up the nice guy act to try to keep it from happening again. Two can play at this game.

"So you own me now?" I asked, with a hint of a smile.

He turned. "Maybe I do."

I motioned him over to the bed. He watched me with lowered lashes as he stalked over. He eased himself on top of me, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. My hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, before moving to his chest. My hands found the remaining buttons he'd left, and quickly finished the job. I slipped his shirt off his shoulders, ghosting my fingertips at the newly revealed skin.

He broke the lazy kisses first. "I don't own you, but you are mine."

I looked up at him, studying his expression. "So you must trust me then?"

He shrugged, rolling to lie next to me. He traced down my jaw again. He liked to do that. He hadn't given me an answer when he kissed me again. I hate it when he uses his lips to do the talking.

Bill sighed, shifting off the bed so he could change. I didn't move. I just closed my eyes and listened as Bill rummaged through his suitcase.

"Do you think you'll have fun this weekend?" He asked.

I nodded, keeping my eyes shut. "It's exciting."

"Yeah, it is." He replied.

I heard him move to the bathroom before I got up and changed. Usually on the road we sleep in separate beds, but since I was leaving tomorrow morning I'm pretty sure we'll be in the same one tonight. For a split second I thought about calling Mike, but that thought faded when Bill returned. He stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. I'd sat up and folded my legs up to my chin.

He slowly moved up from the foot of the bed, stretching his legs out. He slowly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. His hand came to rest on my knee and I blinked at him.

"Billy?" I asked, quietly.

He smiled, softly. "I like it when you call me that."

I blushed. I hated moments like this. I hated the knot in my stomach I got when he looked at me like this. Let me go Bill. Please. I'm not happy. I'm not�

Then he's kissing me, and I feel happy.

I slept in his arms, and I felt safe.

Then I left the next morning on a plane to feel loved.

-End Chapter Six