Post Olympic

Kasta Stringer (two)

Okay, note

when I posted the laaaastt chapter (Thursday) we had something like 880 reads. I woke up to post this, aND HOLY CRAP WHEN DID THIS GET TO 1.6K??????????????? what. 

okay cool anyway

music: Gold - Jeremy Loops

-rabid

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"Okay boys," I hop up onto a table, scratching the back of my head. "Game one, second round, if we win this series, we're in the semifinals, breathe a second because that's pretty fucking awesome." I wait a second. "Alright, I want to see a clean warm up, and then, well, game time." They're jumpy, all of them. The group's total adrenaline levels are through the roof. Fen is leaning against his stick, taking a minute to breathe. I poke him.

"You feeling okay?" I ask. He looks up at me.

"Yeah, I'm okay," He mumbles.

"Last game on the bench for you, you're back the second you get those out," I look down at his stomach under his shirt. He gives me a half smile. Ireland took his spot starting center and it's put off the whole team's mood.

"Yeah," He taps his stick against his leg brace, it's comforting for him to have it, just like it's comforting for me to have Ireland's stick during practice.

"Knee?" I ask. It was just a mild PCL sprain, so he's fine, but I still feel weird about it all.

"Knee is fine," He bends it to show me.

"You're off, what's up?" I give him a look.

"Well, first, I should be playing, I," I shake my head.

"It's not that."

"Fine," he rolls his eyes. "You know me too damn well."

"So what is it?"

"Kasta Stringer is here." He sighs.

"You knocked his teeth out, I don't see why you're uneasy." Fen tips his head away and crutches his way out of the locker room. It's me and him in the hall, no way Hadley didn't see that.

"I, you didn't," He takes a long breath. "I never told you why I fought Stringer."

"I know, I was pissed off at you, you didn't have a chance." I set a hand on his cheek, getting him to look at me. "So, what's up?"

"I fought him because he was being all gross and misogynistic about you." He sighs.

"Big word." I mumble, mostly because I don't know how to reply to that. "For real?"

"Yeah, for real." Fen sighs. "He said some weird shit."

"What type of weird shit?" I lean against the wall opposite him, a little scared.

"Do I need to tell you?" He looks a bit scared.

"Yeah, I mean, yeah?"

"Weird sexual shit." Fen sighs. "The guy's a fucking creep."

"Alright," I shake my head. "I'll keep an eye on him."

"And if he tries anything, any damn thing," Fen looks up at me, a crease in his eyebrow.

"Shh, he won't try anything, you're still in the building, yeah, you might not be on the ice, but he should know that the guys will stick up for me." I sigh. "You'll be out there soon enough." I step toward him.

"Nico, we're, not, hey," But I kiss him anyway. "Nico,"

"It's going to be fine," I mumble. He raises his eyebrows. I kiss him again, this time locking my mouth onto his and blowing as hard as I can. His cheeks puff out and his eyes go wide.

"Nico!" He brings his sleeve up to his mouth, pink all the way through. I'm laughing at the look on his face and he's laughing with me. "That wasn't fair." he grins at me.

"Dork." I snort.

He laughs. "Go play your game, Nico,"