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Luca is about to lose his mind.
He kind of gets it now.
Why Shane and Ilya go insane when they see each other in their jerseys.
He gets it.
Because right there.
In the stands at his hockey game in Tennessee.
Is Ryan fucking Hart wearing his jersey.
His Ryan.
His Firefighter.
The man he's fallen in love with.
The one he hasn't seen in over a month because of their schedules.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He has a whole quarter left, and all he wants to do is rush the stands and tug Ryan into their first kiss.
But he can't.
"So, will you ask him to be boyfriend before making him breathless or after?"
Ilya's voice is cocky, and Luca skates away while flipping him off.
Luca puts his head down, settling into position as Shane skates up for the puck. He locks in as soon as Shane sends the puck towards Troy, skating until he gets the puck and knocks it clean into the net.
Another point for the Cens.
"So, Haasy, you gonna get a boyfriend tonight?" asks Troy teasingly as they skate to the bench where Ilya is stepping onto the ice again.
"He better. Hart's wearing his jersey," snorts Ilya as he pats Luca's shoulder and skates away.
"We'll see," mutters Luca to himself as he follows Ilya.
Luca's focused, aiming for that final point, until he's slammed into the boards. He can feel his shoulder pop out of place as he hears, "You mighta got our firefighter to cheer you on, but he'll be in my bed tonight."
"You stupid fuck," spits Luca as he forces himself up, eyes watering, but anger crackling through his veins. "Who are you to talk about Ryan?"
"Me? Oh, I'm his ex-wife's best friend. I've been waiting ages to get him into my bed," replies the player, number 21, with a smirk.
"You fucking—" Luca lunges towards him but is caught by Ilya. "Roz, he's talking about Ry. Let me deal with him."
"Not yet," Ilya's voice is quiet, cold, and Luca immediately knows what's coming. "We score, then you get him to hit you again. When he does, you lay him out."
Luca nods, and they move into place. He's not going to let anyone touch his arm until after he's handled business.
He gets the chance right after Ilya sinks the puck in the net for the final point.
He gets shoved into the boards, and Luca doesn't hesitate to swing.
Number 21 falls to the ice, and his vision is immediately blocked by Ryan's worried face.
"Thanks for being here," whispers Luca as he cups Ryan's face.
"Always, Skater," replies Ryan softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Then he's forced to sit down as his shoulder is popped back into place. Ryan walks with him out of the rink to the ambulance that Taylor and Roxie had driven them in, and the ride to the hospital is blissful with their fingers intertwined.