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Ryan never looks at anything else than the floor when he’s showering, not necessarily only at the times he has a crush on his teammates, but principally on those moments.
The guys in the minors used to make fun of him for that, but now, the bigger and older guys don’t really care about that. Thank goodness, Ryan thinks, because if he could, he would be staring down Pierre Luc Dubois to see all his tattoos, the guy never is shirtless and Leno is dying to know what more he hides under those compression shirts.
He has been living with Pierre for some weeks now, it was very weird at first but apparently PLD couldn’t bring himself to care much, so Leno relaxed and now they have a nice little routine.
Wake up, Pierre makes them breakfast, morning practice, lunch (with the team or at home, Pierre cooks of course), gym, and if there’s a game, back to the rink.
If not, they just do anything or nothing at all.
It's one of those days, during a particularly boring game, that Leno lets out something he has been thinking for some days now.
“Why does no one call you Luc?” They are side to side, maybe some inches away from their thighs touching, but Leno makes sure he is looking at Pierre when he asks it, pretty brave considering the size of the crush Leno has on his teammate and roommate.
It started simple, almost natural, to have a crush on Pierre, and it easily grew on him, the way his eyes are focused during the games, and it always take some minutes for him to relax during intermissions, how he always is the first one to leave the locker room, but never heads back home first because Ryan is always the last, he has said sorry many times, but Pierre doesn’t seem to care, he is so cool about everything that it makes Leno looks like he’s crazy.
Being roommates has not been helpful too at all, first of all, he cooks, that is probably, the hottest thing a man can do, secondly, Pierre has a ton of tattoos (some that Leno has never seen), and the way it fits him perfectly should be a crime. He also always laughs and smiles at whatever Leno is saying, the kind that could be considered flirting if Leno didn’t know better, he is always paying attention to the minimal detail, if he sees that Ryan doesn’t eat something during dinner, he makes sure that whatever is that he doesn’t like isn’t there the next time.
So yeah, Leno is pretty fucked up at this point.
“Hum I don’t know, I think the guys just like PLD more.” He doesn’t care enough, obviously, and he doesn’t take his eyes away from the game either. That makes Leno want to try it harder, why are you not looking at me? I’m right here for you.
“Luc is better, plus, so much shorter to talk.” Pierre makes a funny face, like he’s thinking about it, so Leno decides to explain it better, “like, peh-el-dee,” he makes sure to really prolong the last part, “it’s very long, don’t you think?”
Ryan is completely turned to Pierre at this point, one leg on the couch, knee touching the man’s right thigh, just slightly.
“Yeah, if you think like that.” Leno is getting mad now, why isn't he looking at me?.
“Exactly, you should change it!” Leno may be trying too hard now, but he doesn’t care, he just needs Pierre looking at him.
“I’m not sure that is up to me.” He giggles, putting his hand on Ryan’s knee, Leno thinks that is a test, so he grabs the hand and brings it slowly down to his thigh as he speaks.
“I think it is, you should change it.” Leno is surprised when Pierre brings his hand back to himself fast, did he read things wrong? He shouldn’t have started speaking on the first place, fuck, now their nice home will be filled with weirdness and their little routine ruined, just because Ryan thought his crush was playing a dumb game of not looking at him on purpose, the sharks game apparently it is much more interesting than him.
“I didn’t know that my nickname occupied such a big part of your mind, Leonard.” His thoughts were so loud that he barely heard it, but when he looks back to Pierre, he is looking back at him.
Fucking finally, Ryan thought. But god now he is pretty aware of the redness that took over his face.
“Hum…” say something. “Hum, you’d be surprised, I think.” Try not to be so weird challenge: Ryan Leonard lost the first try.
“Oh yeah?” Pierre is moving slowly, but Leno can’t take his eyes off his, so he just feels one big hand taking over his hip, and sees how Pierre is getting over him like time doesn’t matter. He observes how he manhandled Ryan to be exactly where he wants him to be, Leno doesn’t care where he is, he just wants that wicked mouth to be pressed into his.
When Leno gets back to his mind, his teammate is completely over him, he looks even bigger like that, and in the middle of Leno’s open legs, he has no idea when he opened them in the first place.
“Uhum.” Ryan swallows dry, trying to not freak out and have a gay panic when his bigger hot roommate is over him, looking even hotter and staring at him like he’s a piece of steak. Leno would be happily eaten down.
The way Pierre looks at his mouth eagerly unlocks something in Ryan, he’s not sure what, but he tries to not overthink it for once, and does as his mind tells him, he kisses Pierre Luc Dubois.
It’s rushed at first, weird and sloppy, but Pierre pulls away for a moment, eyes wide, curls long enough to touch his forehead, and he dives back into Leno, this time a more organised kiss, slow and steady, deeper every time Pierre’s hand pulls Ryan closer by his jaw.
They just make out on the couch for a while, no need to be rushed, no place to be after it, no clock ticking on their heads, Pierre touches every part of Leno’s body that he can reach, from pushing his hair to grabbing his thigh. It feels like he’s exploring, trying to make the loudest sound get out of Leno, lucky for him, Leno has never been quiet.
Leno loves being under a big guy, he is what could be considered, a pillow princess, but he sees how tired Pierre’s arm is, they have been like that for some time now, so Leno changes positions, Pierre can be big, but Leno is strong too, so with a little extra effort, he is able to lay his teammate down and be over him.
Pierre looks shocked for a second, but his eyes change to playful, smile growing, Leno thinks he’ll say something about him being on top now.
“Luc, really?” Oh, Leno blushes. “If I knew you were so desperate for attention I’d have kissed you way before.”
“Shut up.” Leno starts kissing him again, half to shut him up and half to have Pierre’s both hands travelling around him.
His hands are slow, just at the limit of slowness that Ryan would agree with, but he’s enjoying it, of course he is.
When one of Pierre’s hands are finally on his butt, Leno gets excited like a puppy and tries to rush the kiss, Pierre squeezes his ass to calm him down, but he just moans loudly in his mouth, surprising even himself, and Pierre gets what he wants.
Leno gets shy and he hates how he easily blushes, so he hides into the crook of Pierre’s neck, fitting perfectly there, and he hears a cute laugh.
“You don’t need to hide, precious,” Leno probably flushed even more at the new nickname. “I like to look at you.”
“So why weren’t you before?” He said, his voice muffled by Pierre’s neck.
“Sorry baby, can you repeat that?” He is doing it on purpose now, fingers tickling the curves of his body and all.
“I said that you weren’t looking at me before.” Ryan says more loudly now, making sure he is being listened to perfectly this time.
“Oh yeah that, I remember.” He pretends to think, “but like, are you mad?”
“Duh!” Leno takes his head off the guy’s neck, that’s supposed to be obvious.
“Oh wow I didn’t know you had that attitude in you!” Leno likes to play games, he doesn’t care that he’s probably playing Pierre’s game, he enjoys it. “How can I make up for that big mistake?”
Leno knows what he’s expecting, but Ryan is also very obsessed with another thing about Pierre.
“Take off your shirt, I wanna see it.” His answer is so fast that it takes some seconds for Pierre to process it, Leno even gets up and sits on his lap, to make things easier. “Take it off!” Leno brushes his fingers at the end of his shirt, he just needs to see what pretty tattoos Pierre hides under all those clothes.
“Such a rush.” Pierre laughs, but Leno doesn’t care, he just wants to see it.
Pierre takes his time and takes off his shirt slowly, calm as always and not caring about Leno’s impatience.
When that shirt is off his body, Leno finally can see, and not only that, but he can look and feel. Pierre is now sitting with Ryan on top of him, both hands on his hips, and Leno finally sees where his arm tattoos end, that he has one on his rib cage, and can obviously observe more in detail the black ink covering Pierre’s big arms, touching it all because now he can.
“Beautiful.” Leno doesn’t even realise the word has slipped off his mouth.
“Did you just seduce me to get to see my tattoos?” Pierre laughs, and Leno feels his cheeks hot, and he looks down to his hands.
“Not only for that.” Leno hopes Pierre can hear him.
“Glad to know that I’m not being used!” He laughs and Leno laughs with him, kissing him slowly with both hands on his jaw.
“I like them.” Leno says, looking again at the guy. “You look good with them.”
“And you look cute blushing to me.” Pierre says and in that afternoon they waste their whole time and energy kissing each other.