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Title: Love Unknown
Chapter: 1
Author: slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: I'm thinking R for now
Pairing: The ever lovable Danny/Ryan (slight Taylor/Ryan for a few chappies)
Disclaimer: This again? I'm a small, insignificant senior in highschool with a fetish for hot, gay guys, specifically hockey players and singers, with no bearing on the world outside of LJ and my friends who like this stuff...does that bout cover it? I definitely own none of these people, and sadly, haven't even met em yet.
Forgive me if this gets a little dramatically in a slightly unbelievable way...this is a tiny bit based on my own experience (I've been in both Danny and Ryan's shoes, but I'm speaking of Danny's)...and hey, it's something, right?
Danny Briere watched with a deep longing as the team skated by him back into the player's box and continued to the locker room, his eyes on one man and one only.
The broad torso tapered into lightly muscled arms and legs, almost invisible to him, hidden by the baggy hockey uniform, but he knew, oh how he knew.
And he wanted. He wanted those legs and arms wrapped around him as he took that gorgeous man against the lockers or on one of the hotel beds, those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes glazed with lust and passion as the soft dark hair brushed across his face and chest. He wanted to hear adoring words spilled from those pretty lips into his ear, shiver as that body brushed against his, almost but not quite accidentally.
The hugs he was able to give the skilled goaltender after a game turned out their way weren't enough, not for him. They were closer to killing him than helping. That hot male body pressed against his, his strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, face almost buried in his neck, tortured him with what could be.
If he wanted him back, which he most assuredly did not. Ryan, yes he had a name, a proud and graceful name, Ryan Miller, was quite happy without Danny, wrapped up in another man, a former Sabre, Taylor Pyatt.
Danny's eyes narrowed at even the thought of the name. Taylor Pyatt was everything a loving boyfriend should be, at least, that's what he heard. No indiscretions, no fights, no nothing, he was disturbingly perfect.
Ryan adored him, it was obvious. You could hear it in his voice when he related to his teammates how they'd had dinner at some fancy cafe or went for vacation in the Bahamas, no matter what he spoke about regarding to Taylor, he was always sickeningly cheerful and lovestruck. It annoyed and pained Danny whenever he was close enough to hear it.
But that wasn't the worst....no, what was the worst was being his best friend and being able to witness almost every loving kiss, worshipful touch, or purely lustful glance that occurred between the two. He had almost perfected the art of a false smile of encouragement and congratulations, so familiar was he with it.
He sighed and followed his fellow Sabres into the locker room, his skates in tow, eyes downcast as he tried to figure out how to get himself invited to the congratulatory dinner he and Taylor always had, again.
He slumped onto the bench in front of his locker and began to undress, pulling off first his socks and pants, slowly as possible because he knew Ryan was always the last to leave. He'd only reached his jersey, tugging the soft material up over his head, when he heard a soft, husky voice next to his ear. "What's up, Danny?"
His eyes widened as he shucked the shirt and tossed it on the bench next to him, bringing him face to face with a very satisfactory....erm...package, encased in a pair of achingly familiar navy boxers and surrounded by a pure male scent he'd always associate with...
He looked up.................Ryan. Ryan Miller, his best friend and longtime crush, was standing in front of him, clad in nothing but boxers, giving him a decidedly wicked grin.
Discreetly, he pinched himself, making sure he wasn't dreaming. "H-hey, Ryan. Not m-much." He swallowed and tried desperately to look away from Ryan's sizeable....euh,bulge.....but before he managed it, Ryan had leant down and was an inch away from his face, his eyes dancing with laughter as he chuckled.
"Well, in all actuality, I am up.....Taylor's staying the night tonight." He smiled brightly and Danny smiled back, schooling his features into what he thought was total indifference.
Apparently not, as Ryan gave him an odd look, tilting his head and staring intently at his friend's face. "You okay, Danny?" He moved the clothes from the bench and sat down next to him, still keeping his eyes trained on the captain's expression.
Danny moved away just slightly and let out a quiet whoosh of breath. "Mmhmm, fine," he lied, watching Ryan's face to see if he bought it. He looked down and pulled on his jeans, giving the impression of concentrating intently on buttoning them. When he glanced back up, Ryan seemed to have forgotten, giving him a charming smile.
Danny counted to ten in his head as he pushed his head through his sweater, then turned to Ryan with a winning smile. "So I assume you'll want to dine alone tonight, then?"
Ryan looked faintly repentant, but not very. "Yeah, would you mind? I kinda wanna y'know...tease him a little bit...?"
Danny's eyebrow raised and Ryan chuckled, leaning forward as he elaborated, making illustrative gestures with his hands as he spoke. "Like, lick around the spoon as if it was him, moan a little at the great food, that kind of thing."
Danny gulped, his mind stuck on a picture of Ryan fondling a spoon with his tongue, his eyes closed in pleasure, mewling with satisfaction. "A-alright. I'll see you at practice Saturday then."
Ryan's mouth twisted. "What about tomorrow? Thought we were going to see Ghost Rider."
Danny fought the urge to smack his forehead. He'd forgotten that was tomorrow. "Nah, I'm not in the mood for a movie this week."
Ryan shrugged, letting it go easily, causing Danny to sigh with relief. "Okay, then how about next Thursday?"
Danny looked away. "That's not good for me, either." He laced his sneakers, ignoring the expression of shock and dismay on Ryan's handsome face.
Ryan easily fixed his expression back to one of optimistic acceptance. "Then maybe.-", but he was interrupted by a loud shout of, "Baby, are you in here?"
He dragged his eyes away from Danny's shoulders, taut with tension and the back of his head where he was turning to search for his jacket and called, "Yeah, love, in the first row!"
Seconds later, Danny looked up to find the two engaged in a passionate kiss. He sighed almost silently as he noticed the smile flitting around Ryan's lips, his eyes closed in rapture as he worshipped the man he loved with lips and tongue.
They pulled apart just as Danny found his jacket and put it on, throwing his hockey uniform into his duffel and preparing to leave. Ryan looked torn between staying with Taylor and enjoying more kisses or racing after his best friend to set another date. "Danny," he said with a pleading tone to his voice, and the man in question whirled around.
Ryan was shocked at the look his friend had, the look of someone who'd just lost everything, someone who'd been stricken by an unequalled emotional blow. His eyes were dim, a dark muddy black-ish color, his lips turned down in a barely noticeable frown, but Ryan noticed. His whole face was stretched with tension. "I'll call you," he mouthed, then spun and took off out of the locker room, leaving the two lovers to themselves.
Ryan closed his eyes as though in pain, a feeling of guilt eating him alive. His best friend was hurting....badly, and he'd never even noticed.
The stricken looks and shocked gasps from previous encounters between the three men started to make sense. He couldn't believe he'd never seen it before. Danny.......Danny loved him, not only as his best friend, but as something more.
He turned away from Taylor and dropped onto the bench where Danny had sat, still warm from his body, and started to cry silently, his head in his hands, another wave of guilt swamping over him. He'd never known, hadn't even had an inkling.
And what had he done to make him feel better? Nothing....oh,except flaunt his relationship with Taylor every chance he had, flirt with Danny incessantly, then dash his hopes by gushing about how much he loved Taylor, make it hard for Danny and him to even have any time alone as buds. No wonder his friend had never told him.
Self-sacrificial to a fault, that was his best friend Danny. He would never have wanted to complicate things between them by saying something so life-altering when Ryan had a boyfriend he loved and didn't want to leave any time soon.
Said boyfriend was sitting next to Ryan on the bench, staring, bewildered, as his love broke down. "Anything I can do, love?"
Ryan sighed...he was no longer in the mood for celebrating tonight. "Just go, Tay. I don't wanna go out tonight. I wanna go home and go to bed."
Taylor nodded understandingly. "Alright, baby. I love you."
Ryan looked up to receive the soft kiss from his lover and smiled a bit. "I love you, too. I'll call you in the morning."
As soon as Taylor had gone, Ryan started to sob in earnest. He'd failed, failed as a friend to Danny.
He was nowhere near as good as Danny was to him.
he thought, bringing a fresh wave of tears as he left the locker room and went home.
***
I'm reserving judgement on this...the only story I've ever written that I don't quite love, shall I continue it or not?
Comments are love, show me I'm loved? :)
Chapter: 1
Author: slasher48 /
bad_bad_books
Rating: I'm thinking R for now
Pairing: The ever lovable Danny/Ryan (slight Taylor/Ryan for a few chappies)
Disclaimer: This again? I'm a small, insignificant senior in highschool with a fetish for hot, gay guys, specifically hockey players and singers, with no bearing on the world outside of LJ and my friends who like this stuff...does that bout cover it? I definitely own none of these people, and sadly, haven't even met em yet.
Forgive me if this gets a little dramatically in a slightly unbelievable way...this is a tiny bit based on my own experience (I've been in both Danny and Ryan's shoes, but I'm speaking of Danny's)...and hey, it's something, right?
Danny Briere watched with a deep longing as the team skated by him back into the player's box and continued to the locker room, his eyes on one man and one only.
The broad torso tapered into lightly muscled arms and legs, almost invisible to him, hidden by the baggy hockey uniform, but he knew, oh how he knew.
And he wanted. He wanted those legs and arms wrapped around him as he took that gorgeous man against the lockers or on one of the hotel beds, those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes glazed with lust and passion as the soft dark hair brushed across his face and chest. He wanted to hear adoring words spilled from those pretty lips into his ear, shiver as that body brushed against his, almost but not quite accidentally.
The hugs he was able to give the skilled goaltender after a game turned out their way weren't enough, not for him. They were closer to killing him than helping. That hot male body pressed against his, his strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, face almost buried in his neck, tortured him with what could be.
If he wanted him back, which he most assuredly did not. Ryan, yes he had a name, a proud and graceful name, Ryan Miller, was quite happy without Danny, wrapped up in another man, a former Sabre, Taylor Pyatt.
Danny's eyes narrowed at even the thought of the name. Taylor Pyatt was everything a loving boyfriend should be, at least, that's what he heard. No indiscretions, no fights, no nothing, he was disturbingly perfect.
Ryan adored him, it was obvious. You could hear it in his voice when he related to his teammates how they'd had dinner at some fancy cafe or went for vacation in the Bahamas, no matter what he spoke about regarding to Taylor, he was always sickeningly cheerful and lovestruck. It annoyed and pained Danny whenever he was close enough to hear it.
But that wasn't the worst....no, what was the worst was being his best friend and being able to witness almost every loving kiss, worshipful touch, or purely lustful glance that occurred between the two. He had almost perfected the art of a false smile of encouragement and congratulations, so familiar was he with it.
He sighed and followed his fellow Sabres into the locker room, his skates in tow, eyes downcast as he tried to figure out how to get himself invited to the congratulatory dinner he and Taylor always had, again.
He slumped onto the bench in front of his locker and began to undress, pulling off first his socks and pants, slowly as possible because he knew Ryan was always the last to leave. He'd only reached his jersey, tugging the soft material up over his head, when he heard a soft, husky voice next to his ear. "What's up, Danny?"
His eyes widened as he shucked the shirt and tossed it on the bench next to him, bringing him face to face with a very satisfactory....erm...package, encased in a pair of achingly familiar navy boxers and surrounded by a pure male scent he'd always associate with...
He looked up.................Ryan. Ryan Miller, his best friend and longtime crush, was standing in front of him, clad in nothing but boxers, giving him a decidedly wicked grin.
Discreetly, he pinched himself, making sure he wasn't dreaming. "H-hey, Ryan. Not m-much." He swallowed and tried desperately to look away from Ryan's sizeable....euh,bulge.....but before he managed it, Ryan had leant down and was an inch away from his face, his eyes dancing with laughter as he chuckled.
"Well, in all actuality, I am up.....Taylor's staying the night tonight." He smiled brightly and Danny smiled back, schooling his features into what he thought was total indifference.
Apparently not, as Ryan gave him an odd look, tilting his head and staring intently at his friend's face. "You okay, Danny?" He moved the clothes from the bench and sat down next to him, still keeping his eyes trained on the captain's expression.
Danny moved away just slightly and let out a quiet whoosh of breath. "Mmhmm, fine," he lied, watching Ryan's face to see if he bought it. He looked down and pulled on his jeans, giving the impression of concentrating intently on buttoning them. When he glanced back up, Ryan seemed to have forgotten, giving him a charming smile.
Danny counted to ten in his head as he pushed his head through his sweater, then turned to Ryan with a winning smile. "So I assume you'll want to dine alone tonight, then?"
Ryan looked faintly repentant, but not very. "Yeah, would you mind? I kinda wanna y'know...tease him a little bit...?"
Danny's eyebrow raised and Ryan chuckled, leaning forward as he elaborated, making illustrative gestures with his hands as he spoke. "Like, lick around the spoon as if it was him, moan a little at the great food, that kind of thing."
Danny gulped, his mind stuck on a picture of Ryan fondling a spoon with his tongue, his eyes closed in pleasure, mewling with satisfaction. "A-alright. I'll see you at practice Saturday then."
Ryan's mouth twisted. "What about tomorrow? Thought we were going to see Ghost Rider."
Danny fought the urge to smack his forehead. He'd forgotten that was tomorrow. "Nah, I'm not in the mood for a movie this week."
Ryan shrugged, letting it go easily, causing Danny to sigh with relief. "Okay, then how about next Thursday?"
Danny looked away. "That's not good for me, either." He laced his sneakers, ignoring the expression of shock and dismay on Ryan's handsome face.
Ryan easily fixed his expression back to one of optimistic acceptance. "Then maybe.-", but he was interrupted by a loud shout of, "Baby, are you in here?"
He dragged his eyes away from Danny's shoulders, taut with tension and the back of his head where he was turning to search for his jacket and called, "Yeah, love, in the first row!"
Seconds later, Danny looked up to find the two engaged in a passionate kiss. He sighed almost silently as he noticed the smile flitting around Ryan's lips, his eyes closed in rapture as he worshipped the man he loved with lips and tongue.
They pulled apart just as Danny found his jacket and put it on, throwing his hockey uniform into his duffel and preparing to leave. Ryan looked torn between staying with Taylor and enjoying more kisses or racing after his best friend to set another date. "Danny," he said with a pleading tone to his voice, and the man in question whirled around.
Ryan was shocked at the look his friend had, the look of someone who'd just lost everything, someone who'd been stricken by an unequalled emotional blow. His eyes were dim, a dark muddy black-ish color, his lips turned down in a barely noticeable frown, but Ryan noticed. His whole face was stretched with tension. "I'll call you," he mouthed, then spun and took off out of the locker room, leaving the two lovers to themselves.
Ryan closed his eyes as though in pain, a feeling of guilt eating him alive. His best friend was hurting....badly, and he'd never even noticed.
The stricken looks and shocked gasps from previous encounters between the three men started to make sense. He couldn't believe he'd never seen it before. Danny.......Danny loved him, not only as his best friend, but as something more.
He turned away from Taylor and dropped onto the bench where Danny had sat, still warm from his body, and started to cry silently, his head in his hands, another wave of guilt swamping over him. He'd never known, hadn't even had an inkling.
And what had he done to make him feel better? Nothing....oh,except flaunt his relationship with Taylor every chance he had, flirt with Danny incessantly, then dash his hopes by gushing about how much he loved Taylor, make it hard for Danny and him to even have any time alone as buds. No wonder his friend had never told him.
Self-sacrificial to a fault, that was his best friend Danny. He would never have wanted to complicate things between them by saying something so life-altering when Ryan had a boyfriend he loved and didn't want to leave any time soon.
Said boyfriend was sitting next to Ryan on the bench, staring, bewildered, as his love broke down. "Anything I can do, love?"
Ryan sighed...he was no longer in the mood for celebrating tonight. "Just go, Tay. I don't wanna go out tonight. I wanna go home and go to bed."
Taylor nodded understandingly. "Alright, baby. I love you."
Ryan looked up to receive the soft kiss from his lover and smiled a bit. "I love you, too. I'll call you in the morning."
As soon as Taylor had gone, Ryan started to sob in earnest. He'd failed, failed as a friend to Danny.
He was nowhere near as good as Danny was to him.
he thought, bringing a fresh wave of tears as he left the locker room and went home.
***
I'm reserving judgement on this...the only story I've ever written that I don't quite love, shall I continue it or not?
Comments are love, show me I'm loved? :)