Alyn McCauley: 
Kevyn Adams: 
by me
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is fake, fiction, not real. I'm not implying anything about
the values or orientations of those involved. It all originates in my
overactive imagination (comes from not having television as a child).BR>
Pairing: Alyn McCauley/Kevyn Adams
Summary: Alyn's coming to visit. Short 'n stuff.
Notes: Grr. My cable modem went out and I didn't research as much as I wanted
to. They are friends, though, so the pairing doesn't come from *nowhere*.
I may have to revise and rewrite though, it's pretty bad. Also, it was
supposed to be just a phone call fic, but then the muses that I apparently
HAVE decided they wanted to snuggle. So it became a not-phone call fic.
Kevyn's phone rang the minute he stepped into his apartment. He almost didn't
answer it. But a more logical part of his brain that still had some awake
cells realized that there was only one person that would be calling at
2:30 in the morning. So he picked it up. "Alyn?"
"How'd you know it was me?" the soft voice on the other end asked, sounding
amused.
Kevyn collapsed on his bed before his muscles gave out on him entirely. "Who
else?"
"Well. I know how you feel. Playing for that long."
"Right now, I just want to die. I have nothing left...and I'm a fourth liner!
I can't even imagine how everyone who actually HAD ice time is feeling!"
"You played a lot."
"Um. I guess I played what may qualify as a lot for me. I don't know, I guess
it's mostly emotional, anyway. Giving up a goal that late...we wanted to
win so bad, Al."
"I know how you feel there too," he replied, and Kevyn felt a pang of guilt
for bringing it up. Since his team had ended Alyn's playoff aspirations,
after all.
"Sorry."
"It isn't your fault we didn't play well."
"Let's not talk about that," Kevyn took a deep breath that turned into a
yawn. "How far away are you?"
Alyn had left that morning, stopped to watch the game, and was continuing the
drive. "Not far," he said.
Kevyn didn't understand why he insisted on driving instead of flying, but Alyn
had surprised him with the sudden declaration that he was coming to visit,
anyway, and Adams was not going to complain. "I'll try to stay awake for
you."
"I'll see you in a little while."
"Yeah, see you," Kevyn sighed, and put down the phone. Twenty seconds later,
he was asleep.
Alyn stood in the doorway for a minute, smiling at the figure sprawled on the
bed. Kev didn't even take his shoes off. He sat down gently, running his
hand through Kevyn's tousled hair. "Kev?"
He blinked sleepily, and then smiled happily as he took in Alyn's presence,
sitting up to wrap his arms around him. "I missed you, Alyn."
"Yes, it's been so long since we've seen each other."
"I still missed you," Kevyn mumbled.
"Me too."
"Glad you're here now."
"Go back to sleep, Kevyn. It's really late."
"Early."
Alyn rolled his eyes. "Sh. Back to sleep. Now."
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom. I've been driving for like 4 hours."
Kevyn rolled his eyes but released him, and when Alyn returned he was actually
under the covers. He undressed quickly and got into bed as well, settling
with his arms around Kevyn, who - and there's no other word for it -
snuggled back against his chest.
Adams felt better just with Alyn's arms around him. Suddenly losing in triple
overtime was very far out of his mind. He shifted a little, so he could
kiss Alyn for the first time that night, closing his eyes to the familiar
touch and taste. "I love you, Al."
"I love you, too. Tell me, though, are we having sex or going to sleep? It
seems like a tidbit of information I might want to know."
Kevyn's quick grin was answer enough.