delacourtings | [challenge] snowflake challenge day oo7

defiance. hockey rpf. tyler seguin/jamie benn. pg-13.
let's prove them wrong.

disobey. hockey rpf. eric staal/jeff skinner. r.
"their loss, my gain."

DAY SEVEN
In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something.

In honor of the Olympic rosters being announced (I actually watched a livestream of Canada's and I swear my high school graduation wasn't as long) here are two hockey rpf drabbles/ficlets.

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oo1.

"What?" Jamie asks, feigning nonchalance as Tyler comes bounding into the apartment, smile blinding.

"You fucking know what, you dick," Tyler laughs, walking over to stand beside Jamie in the tiny kitchen. He checks his hip against the counter Jamie's leaning on, crowds into his space. He tilts his head slightly, smiling, and his eyes appear to melt into an even warmer color, more honey than brown. "You did it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jamie smiles, coolly taking a sip of his beer. Tyler shoves him slightly and drops of his drinks slosh out of the bottle. "Hey, assho---" He's cut off as Tyler places his hands on his hips, kisses him. It isn't new, their kisses being slow, they've long since moved past the frantic and desperate dance of not knowing if the other really wants this. This kiss is slow, but different, deep, languid. It's as if their tongues are doing all the talking for them, pouring out their emotions of pent up happiness and excitement with the slightest bit of bitterness. "We don't---" Jamie pulls away. "We don't have to do this."

Tyler steps back, appraises Jamie's body. "No, I think we do."

Jamie rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean. You didn't---"

"What, make it?" Tyler laughs. "Who cares? You did," He says, inching closer, grinning when Jamie's hands reach out and pull him the rest of the way. "You proved them wrong," He whispers, breath fanning over Jamie's face. Jamie follows it, can't resist kissing him, sucking slightly on his bottom lip. "We. We were supposed to prove them wrong."

"And we..." Tyler sings teasingly, "...will. Right now, it's your turn. Don't sweat it, if that's what you're worried about. They'll be begging me to take your spot in no time."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jamie asks, hooking his arms around Tyler and lifting him onto the counter.

"Mmm-hmm," Tyler replies, wrapping his legs around Jamie's waist. Jamie leans in, mouth mere centimeters from Tyler's before whispering, "Bring it on, Seguin."

"Shut up and fuck me, Benn."

"Aye, aye, Captain. Oh, wait."

"You are such an asshole."

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oo2.

Jeff was born to suck cock.

At least, that's what goes through Eric's mind every time he sees Jeff's head between his knees. He looks almost angelic like this, lips red and puffy, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed. Eric moans at the sight and Jeff opens his eyes, smirking like he knows exactly the effect he's having on Eric right now. He closes his eyes again, takes Eric in even further into his mouth, and Eric can't take it, moves to fist his hand into Jeff's hair. He groans as he moves, in a distinctly unpleasurable way and Jeff's mouth quickly slides off of him with a pop.

"I thought we agreed you staying still was the best way to do this," Jeff says, sternly.

"I can't help it when you look like that," Eric protests, gesturing to Jeff who's still on his knees, eyes disapproving. "And besides, it's not that bad," He says of his injury. "Just..." Just bad enough for me not to make the team, his brain supplies for him. "Hey," Jeff says, softly, pulling him out of his despondent reverie.

"Their loss, my gain," He smiles before sinking back down and stretching his mouth over Eric's cock.