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Sore.

That's all Smiity really felt as he came home from his hockey game. He and a few of his friends had decided to have a friendly pick up game of hockey after the world had finally reopened up and everything seemed to be going back to normal. Or as normal as things could be.

Everyone was a bit shaken up over the whole global pandemic thing and it was hard to get back into the swing of things, but for Smiity it was easier, having been able to do most of his work from home and all.

One thing that had changed in his life was his new roommate, John, who had moved in around the same time that America started to open up. Now Smiity knew that this would make people question his relationship with the man but he would always insist that it was platonic, even though his heart would say otherwise.

So what if he had a small crush on his best friend and now roommate? It's not like he would ever have the chance to be with him in any way, shape, or form, so the crush was harmless. At least, that's what he kept telling himself. He would reassure himself that it was just small infatuation, that it would disappear soon enough. But after months, and maybe even over a year of crushing on his friend, Smiity was starting to think that maybe it was more than just a small crush.

But on his mind right now wasn't that of a certain man, only the thought of a nice warm shower after being on the cold ice for so long, making his limbs numb, paired with the sweat that came from wearing all the gear that came with the sport. He was tired, mostly, apart form being sore.

When he entered his home, he wasn't expecting to see a shirtless John lounging on the couch and watching TV, just mindlessly skimming through the channels. Smiity's face got hot. He knew that it was probably red and made an attempt to get to his bedroom before the other man could make any comment on it, but it was too late and the American had spotted him when he first came in. John looked up from where it was resting on the armrest  and smiled.

"There's the athlete, how was the game?" He said, standing up to walk over to the younger man after turning off the TV and setting down the remote on the couch. He got close to the other man and put an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug. It wasn't unusual for John to be super affectionate towards the other, and Smiity had know that this was just a part of his person, he was a friendly kind of guy and it was his way of showing people that he was comfortable around them.

"It was good, we weren't really keeping score but I think my team won," Smiity said, trying to keep his cheeks from getting even warmer due to the lack of space between the two.

"Nice." There was a bit of an awkward pause before John let out a small laugh. "Your cheeks are still pink from the cold." He poked the cheek of the smaller man only causing his cheeks to redden even more, Smiity looked away and smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, it's pretty cold out there." The awkwardness was as clear as a sunny day in his voice and when he looked back up at the American, he realized the man was looking at him with a smirk.

"You know what helps with the cold?" He asked and Smiity could feel his breath next to his cheek. He gulped lightly.

"What?" Smiity's words were hesitant, scared almost. Like he was nervous of the outcome.

"A nice hot shower." And with that, John is reaching down and lifting the Canadian over his shoulder and carrying him off through the house. Smiity was hitting his fists against John's back and laughing while trying to get out of his grip. "Be careful, I could drop you," John said innocently, making the other man fasten his arms around John's middle and nearly screaming to be let down, safely.

"John! Put me down! But don't drop me!"

"Relax, I wouldn't want to hurt that pretty face of yours, now would I." Smiity blushes at this.