Brendan Shanahan: 
Brett Hull: 
by whatever-my-name-is-today
Rating: PG-13 or R or something
Disclaimer: Repeat with me:
I-do-not-own-these-people-this-isn't-true-this-is-a-fictional-story.
Summary: Bren rooms with Brett while Stevie's out. We can say it's the New
York game if you want, I didn't really say.
Notes: More BCH slash! Lousy ending!
Brett Hull opened his door and immediately ducked as a street hockey ball
whizzed by his head and slammed into the door across the hall. He stood up
and looked at Brendan Shanahan. "Oh, look. I scored," Brendan said dully.
Brett looked at him. "I want Stevie back."
"He's MY roommate."
"Exactly. Meaning you wouldn't be mine."
Brendan sighed. "I want Stevie back, too."
Brett dodged another street hockey ball. "Quit that! I bet Steve doesn't
let you use him for target practice."
Brendan tossed the stick down and sat on the bed.
"You seem really depressed."
"I am. I can't score."
Brett sat next to him and patted his shoulder. "Nah, you're fine."
Brendan rested his forehead on Brett's shoulder. "Fuckin' drought," he
muttered.
Brett reached an arm around him. "It's gotta end. Relax."
"This is a vaguely gay position," Bren muttered.
Brett laughed and ruffled his hair. "Bren, we're hockey players. We, like,
shower and change together and a staple of the sport is to slam each other
into the boards and hold each other there. We're all a little gay."
Brendan laughed. "Still...not EVERYBODY." He mumbled something that Brett
thought was 'Not Stevie,' but he could've been mistaken.
"Well..."
"How 'bout you, Hully?" Slightly gay?"
Brett's hand movements became more of a caress on the back of Brendan's
neck. "Maybe slightly."
"Who would've thought?"
"Was that sarcasm, Shanny?"
He raised his head, a smile flirting at the corners of his mouth. "Maybe."
His eyes met Brett's twinkling blue. Then he kissed him.
Brett didn't break away, as Brendan had half expected him to. He let
Brendan kiss him and kept up his light massage of the Shanny's neck.
Abruptly, Brendan pulled away and stood up, pacing across the room. "I'm
sorry, Hully."
Brett stayed on the bed, just watching him. "For what?"
"For WHAT?" Brendan looked at him in disbelief. "I KISSED you..."
Brett shrugged. "So?"
"So...players should go around kissing teammates...or other men, for that
matter."
"I'm not 'other men'."
"You're not?"
"Nope."
"Says who?"
"Me."
Brendan frowned. "Um, whatever Brett."
"I'm just saying...it's not like it's the end of the world. You're my
friend, I like you, we kissed. No big deal."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So if I said something like, 'Brett, can we have sex because I'm lonely and
slumping and want something to make me feel better', you wouldn't have a
problem?"
"Nope."
"For God's sake, why not?"
"Because you're my friend. I do care about you, Bren. I do care if you're
happy or not." Brett's trademark smile flashed into place. "That and
you're hot as hell."
Brendan wiped his brow in mock relief. "I'm glad you threw that last bit in
there, Hully, I was afraid you were having a sentimental moment."
Brett made a noise of disgust. "Me? Sentimental? Never."
Brendan laughed. He looked more relaxed. "Good."
"Bren?"
"Yep."
"Want to come back over here?"
Brendan thought about it for a second. "Yeah, I think so." He walked back
to the bed, and Brett pulled him down for a much longer kiss.
"You think? Or you know? 'cause we're not doing anything unless you're
sure."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."
"Ok, then." Brett paused again. "Hey, will there be any...um, lust,
towards Stevie? Because I just want to know in advance if there might be an
issue with names."
Brendan blushed but swatted him on the side of the head. "No, Brett, rest
assured, it's all you."
He smiled, and tugged at the front of Brendan's shirt to make his friend get
on the bed, too, then kissed him again. "Just checking."
"Sh. Put your mouth to better use."
"Bossy, aren't you?"
"Shut up and kiss me again, Hully."
Brett raised an eyebrow.
"Ok, fine. Please."
This time Brett complied as the moved towards the center of the bed, losing
a few articles of clothing along the way. It was a better night than most.