Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

ESPN Body Issue Shoot

Tyler's alarm goes off and I moan as I turn over to nudge him awake. He rolls onto his back and looks at me and smiles. "I changed my mind. I don't want to go. I'm going to stay here and sleep all day instead," I groggily say.

"I'm going to take a shower. You better be up by the time I get out."

I roll over onto my stomach. "Wake me up when you get out. I'll take a shower after you."

He smacks me on the butt. "You got it."

I doze off and it feels like only seconds later Tyler is waking me up. That little cat nap didn't make one bit of difference. I drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. Hopefully the water hitting my face will wake me up a bit.

After taking my shower I feel a little more awake than I did but I'd still rather be sleeping. I walk into Tyler's room. He's already dressed. All he has to do is style his hair. I grab some clothes and slowly put them on. Tyler walks into the bathroom do do his hair. Once I finish getting dressed I join Tyler in the bathroom to do my hair. He looks at me in the mirror and laughs. "We went to bed early last night. Why do you look like death?" he teases.

"Shut up," I mumble. He kisses me on the cheek and leaves the room. "I don't look that bad," I say to myself.

After I finish getting ready Tyler and I walk down to feed the dogs and let them out before we have to leave. Tyler asks if I want him to make something for breakfast but I'm not that hungry. I grab a yogurt from the fridge and eat that while we wait for the dogs to do their business. He quickly scrambles up some eggs, puts them in a bowl, squirts some ketchup on them, stirs them around, and stands next to me in the doorway as he eats them. "That's not going to be enough," he says as he points to my yogurt with his fork.

"I can't eat anything else right now. I can barely get this down."

"We'll go out to get something to eat after the shoot. I'm sure you'll be hungry by then."

"I'm sure I will."

"Marshall, Cash, come on, time to come in." Tyler walks outside to wrangle the dogs back inside. I close the door once they are all inside. He looks at his watch. "We should get going." He walks over to the kitchen sink, rinses his bowl off, and puts it in the dishwasher.

I throw out my empty yogurt container and put the spoon in the dishwasher. I notice he grabs the keys to the Ferrari on the way out to the garage. "Ferrari, eh? Who are you trying to impress?"

"I just like driving it and I know you like riding in it."

"I do." We walk out into the garage, Tyler unlocks the doors, and we get into the car. Tyler opens the doors and we back out of the garage and down the driveway and get on our way. "Are you still nervous?" I ask.

"A little. I'm sure it'll pass."

"Yeah. Not many things make you nervous." I pause. "Do you need me to be your fluffer?" I joke.

He laughs. "You're disgusting."

"Don't you want them to be impressed? Like, damn why was Tyler Seguin hard the whole time? And did you see how smooth his ass is?" I tease.

"You're not funny. You're just making fun of me."

"I'm just joking around to lighten the mood. You seem tense."

"I have a lot on my mind."

"Sorry. I'll just shut up the rest of the way there."

"You don't have to do that."

It's not much longer but the rest of the way there I don't say anything. I watch Tyler while he drives. He obviously doesn't want to talk about whatever it is that's on his mind or he would have brought it up. That's why I don't even bother asking him about it. He pulls into the parking lot of this hockey facility. I'm sure when they built this place they didn't think some naked hockey player would be getting his picture taken for ESPN.