by me
Rating: R or something
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own people or pro hockey teams. Fiction.
Summary: Um...the Colorado game etc.
Dany was packing up his stuff after the game against Colorado when he felt
an arm encircle his waist from behind, a warm body pressed against his, and
lips nuzzling his neck. He smiled and twisted. "Hey, Ilya. Did you have
fun in the press box?"
"No. I rather be on ice."
"Of course," Dany said, leaning forward for a kiss.
"'scuse me, boys, get a room!" Chris Tamer was watching them from across
the room.
"You know you like it, Tames," Dany called back, keeping his arm around the
young Russian. He maneuvered him both to the center of the room, and then
said, in staged terms, "So the medication is making you woozy, eh? Gee, you
better not drive. I'll take you home."
Snickering, Ilya replied, "I am dizzy, Dan, I cannot walk straight."
Smiling back, Dany put an arm around his waist for "support," as they headed
for Dany's car.
"Was good game, Dany. Colorado was surprised, no?"
"I'll say they were surprised. No one ever expects us to beat them."
"So more fun when we do."
"Exactly."
"I want to play so much."
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it, Kovy, you'll be skating again before
you know it."
"I will be bored."
"You can catch up on sleep or something. Watch TV. It helps your English,
you know."
"Yeah..."
"Look, I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed, ok? We'll talk more in the
morning."
"Ok," Ilya muttered, sitting on the couch while Dany retreated into the
bedroom.
Dany woke up to an empty bed. He knew Ilya had at least been there for a
little while, he remembered another presence at some point. The green
numbers on his clock glowed 4:14. Sighing, Dany slid out of bed and padded
down the hall to the living room. The TV flickered, but it was on low
volume. Ilya was sitting in the armchair, asleep. He'd been coming out
here nearly every night since his injury, because it hurt less to sit up,
but he guaranteed him only a couple hours.
"Dammit, Ilya, if you'd just take the painkillers you wouldn't have to do
this," he muttered to the sleeping form, covering him with a blanket. The
Russian shifted, muttering in his sleep. "Moron," Dany told him
affectionately, kissing his forehead.
Ilya stirred again, and Dany could hear that his words were in Russian this
time, but he didn't wake. Dany went back to bed, settling in and pulling
the covers back up. He drifted to sleep pretty easily.
"Dany."
This time it was 8:02. He rubbed his eyes. "Yeah?"
"We are out of some things."
Dany sat half up and focused his vision on Ilya. "Ok, what?"
"Store. We need to go to store."
"Oh. Ok." He threw back the covers and stood up, stretching. Ilya watched
him hungrily.
Smiling, Dany wrapped an arm around the younger man's waist and kissed him
deeply. "Dan," Ilya sighed, pushing closer. "Long time..."
"You're hurt."
Ilya's lips moved to his neck, nibbling. It was a decidedly sensitive spot,
and Dany pulled closer. "I'm not hurt too much."
Dany pulled back and studied him. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." He
slipped Ilya's boxers off. "Sit." Keeping his eyes on Dany, the Russian
complied, and Dany knelt between his legs. "You don't move," Dany
instructed.
Eventually, Dany sat against the headboard, Ilya leaning against him. "How
much sleep did you get last night?"
"Some," Ilya said, yawning. "I don't know."
"Dammit, if you don't sleep, you're never going to heal." Dany sighed. "I
guess now's a better time than most. Try, while I go to the store."
"Ok," Ilya agreed. Dany slid out from behind him and pressed a soft kiss to
his lips, then went into the bathroom to shower. When he emerged, Ilya was
asleep. Dany smiled fondly. "I guess sex puts you to sleep, even if you
won't take the medicine."
He pulled a coat over his t-shirt and stepped out into the dreary day.
He made it to the second aisle before running into the one person he'd hoped
to avoid. Preferably forever. "Dany, you never call me anymore."
Wincing, he turned to face her. "I've been busy, Abby. You know, with
hockey?"
She pouted in what she obviously though was an endearing manner. "You don't
like me anymore."
"Abby, of course I do..."
She brightened and pressed closer to him. "Well, let me come home with you
now."
"No, Ab..."
"Why not?" The pout was back.
"Because...because Ilya got hurt, and he's staying with me because the
medicine makes him, you know, unable to drive and stuff."
"You just like him better than me."
He refrained from agreeing. "Look, Abby, I'm busy. I've got to go."
"Fine. Maybe I'm tired of being your girlfriend."
"Goodbye, Abby."
"Are you cheating on me, Dany? Are you sleeping with other women?"
"There are NO other women! I've just been busy. Out of town. And now the
thing with Ilya..."
"Well, if I'm the third priority, don't call anymore. Maybe I'll call you,
maybe I won't." She stomped off.
"Feel free not to," he muttered and continued down the aisle.
Ilya woke up when he heard Dany return. His shoulder was hurting, but he
felt more relaxed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went into the
kitchen.
"Feel any better?" Dany asked him.
"Yeah."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
Dany looked at him and frowned. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah."
"See, now I know something's wrong."
Ilya shrugged his one arm. "Weird dreams."
"What about?"
"Don't really know."
"Yeah, you do."
"Stupid things."
"It's not stupid if it made you upset."
"You will make good captain, Dany."
He leaned over the counter and kissed his roommate. "Thanks, but don't
change the subject."
Ilya sighed. "Just about hockey. And...not playing."
Understanding flashed in Dany's eyes. "It's not serious, Kovy. You'll be
fine. You're not worried about the Calder, are you? Because I-"
"No," Ilya cut him off. "I don't care about that. I hope you win. It was
just a dream."
"What happened?"
"Just a hit. And pain. And I dreamed doctor said no more hockey."
"Oh...Just remember it's just a dream, ok? You'll be fine. And play
forever."
"Yeah."
Dany sighed. "Look, I've gotta go to practice. Will you be ok?"
"Yeah."
Sighing, Dany walked around the counter and kissed Ilya deeply. "I'll love
you whether or not you're playing," he said, leaving the room.
Left alone in the kitchen, the Russian smiled.
Before he could sit for too long, Dany's phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.
The voice on the other end was female. "Where's Dany?" She asked with no
preamble.
She pissed Ilya off immediately with her tone. There was also the jealousy
that burned at the thought of Dany's 'girlfriend.' "Zhal, on nye zdec." Sorry. He isn't here.
"Oh great, you must be the Russian."
"Nyet, ya gavoryou pa-yaponski." No, I speak Japanese.
"How does he even put up with you if you don't speak English?"
""
"Mm. He sure does like you a lot. Are you two fucking? Are you who he's
cheating with?"
""
"Well. Tell him Abby called? Ab-by."
""
She sighed pettily. "Thanks for nothing, stupid Russian."
"No, thank you, stupid American. Dan will be glad to know you think we're
'fucking.'" He answered sweetly. He laughed at her shocked silence and
hung up. It felt good to piss her off, even if Dany would glare at him when
she told him.
When Dany got home from practice, he spent an entire minute scowling at
Ilya, who was trying to contain his laughter. "Don't torture her, Kovy."
"Why not? She was mad at me."
"She didn't know you spoke English!"
"I answered phone in English!"
"Look, Ilya, just leave her alone."
"I don't like her."
Dany gritted his teeth. "I - I KNOW. Just...If I just dump her she'll make
an effort to find out why and she might find out about you and me and tell
the press and...well..."
"You would want her away?" Ilya asked hopefully, surprising Dany with his
response.
"Of course! How could you think I didn't?"
"I don't know. Women are...normal."
"Um, yeah, but I love YOU."
"Ok."
"Ok? Believe me?"
"I always believe you, Dan."
Dany looked down at the floor, then back up. "So...want to go out to eat?"
"Yeah, sure," Ilya answered, and everything was back to normal.