Love Rivalry (A Gabriel Landeskog and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins Fanfiction)

Chapter 19 - Lean on Me

January 11th

Ashley's POV

Ryan had gotten back from his morning skate and had the rest of the day off. That meant the usual. Sitting in his room, cuddling, and watching movies and TV shows on Netflix that he only watched because I wanted to watch them. I loved him for that. I loved him for everything. 

I snuggled up to him in a plaid shirt and sweatpants, and Ryan put on Orange is the new Black, the only show that he didn't secretly hate. 

"Can I say that you look really good in plaid?" Ryan said, turning to face me. I loved when he was so flirty. 

"You can." I smiled, bringing myself closer to him. "And can I say that you look so hot in that v-neck?" 

Ryan smiled at me, and then our lips connected. However, this time, it felt different. It was so loving, so passionate, so lustful. I think we both wanted more.

I pushed myself on top of Ryan, pulling his shirt off. We reconnected and I allowed my hands to explore his chest. His hands reached my shirt and he pulled it over my head, and we quickly reconnected. I brought myself down closer to Ryan, allowing myself to see every little bit of perfection. Ryan started to kiss my neck, and I bit my lip trying not to let out a moan. Unfortunately, it didn't work out. 

After a few minutes, everything became so heated. I wanted more of Ryan. I wanted all of Ryan. It was a damn shame the door opened. 

"Ryan, there's someone here for... Oh, Jesus Christ!" It was Taylor, and he had walked in on us. I screamed, falling off of Ryan and pulling his comforter to my chest. 

"Taylor, get out of here!" Ryan yelled, talking a second to collect himself. 

"You could at least lock the door next time!" Taylor shot back.

"TAYLOR, GET OUT!" Ryan yelled again, this time even louder. Taylor immediately left the doorway, and I quickly scrambled to get my shirt back on. 

"There's someone here to see you, Ryan." Taylor called, snickering as I could hear him retreat down the stairs. As I finished putting my shirt back on, I looked over to Ryan, and he was red as a rose. It was kind of cute, but he must have been really upset. He huffed and muttered something under his breath before standing up and putting his shirt and a red sweater. 

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He said, before hastily walking out of the bedroom. 

Ryan's POV 

Taylor. What a fucking imbecile. Why couldn't he wait? Why couldn't whoever was here wait to see me? Needless to say, I was in a horrible mood. I walked down the stairs and into the living room and saw the person that was here to see me. My father.

"Ryan, my boy! How are you?" He asked. I tried to remove the moody look from my face and lighten up. 

"I'm good Dad, how are you?" I asked, realizing that I shouldn't be mad at my dad for coming to visit. 

"Oh, I'm alright. How is everything with the Oilers? I've seen that you guys are having a solid run." 

"It's going really well this year. I think this year we may just make the playoffs." 

"That's great, Ryan. How are the roommates?" He joked. I didn't even want to answer after Taylor walked in on Ashley and I. 

"They're good." I answered quickly.

"Well, between you and me, it sounded a lot different a few minutes ago." A wry smile crept on his face. Taylor, you ass. I could hear him giggling from the other room.