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Title: Mais depuis ce jour (but since that day)
Pairing: Taylor Hall/Jordan Eberle.
Rating: R for swearing and the word 'dicks', hee.
Summary: Hallsy is a little more scheming that he's given credit for, and somehow he knows exactly what Ebs is thinking.
A/N: this never happened, etc., etc.
It starts innocently enough.
Taylor asks Ryan after the game if he wants to come over, and Ryan -- who's too polite for his own good, Jordan thinks -- says yes. Then they go their separate ways and things are like they always are.
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The day Nuge is supposed to show, Jordan drags Hallsy out with him so they can decide what to cook because he thinks that if they're having someone over, they have to actually be adults about it and make something. Taylor doesn't understand what's wrong with delivery pizza, but Jordan tells him that would make them shitty hosts and so he goes along with it because Taylor's just got this thing about being the best.
Sometimes Jordan finds it grating, but a lot of the time he just feels sort of exasperatedly fond about it. This time sort of falls into both categories, but Eberle's not a hundred percent sure as to why.
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They make it to the supermarket and end up choosing to make stir-fry 'cause it's easy, but Taylor only helps in the decision-making process after teasing Jordan relentlessly about wanting to impress his boyfriend.
Jordan wants to comment about how Taylor's the closest thing he's got to a boyfriend, so what the fuck is he even chirping about, but they're Not Talking about That Night from the week before, so he throws that idea away and just shoots back that it was Hall's idea to have Nuge over in the first place, so obviously he's the one trying to get in his pants.
The way Taylor laughs, with just the slightest touch of awkwardness, is what confirms Eberle's suspicions.
-
That Night, the one they don't talk about, started just as innocently.
He and Hallsy were sitting on the floor in front of the couch playing NHL '12, best of 31 or some stupid, random shit like that, and because they had a rare day off the next day, the two of them had gotten unceremoniously shitfaced.
Usually Jordan was careful, and didn't really get too far gone because he liked to keep his head and not make a total fool of himself, but Taylor kept handing him drinks and saying "Come on, fucker, get on my level," so of course Ebs obliged. He couldn't really seem to say no to Hall in any capacity when he was sober, let alone drunk, which got more apparent the more he drank. Taylor just got more handsy the more he drank.
Which is why when all of a sudden Hallsy's hand was in his lap, Ebs just laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Dude, you're so fucked up. You should go to bed."
But that apparenty wasn't what his friend wanted, so Hall just kept staring at him, sliding his hand again up his thigh and into Eberle's lap determinedly.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Eberle had asked. His heart beat erratically and he swallowed thickly, rooted to his spot on the floor. "Hallsy, man, what are you doing?"
But Taylor hadn't been listening to him. Ebs still remembers vividly the way Hall stared at his lips, his hand slipping further to cup his dick and press and then the blond was whispering, "Jesus fuck Ebs, shut up."
So he did.
And then Taylor was kissing him. Hallsy was kissing him and Ebs' mind was swimming because he'd wanted this for so so so fucking long. All he could taste was beer and pizza (because they'd cheated but fuck it, whatever) and Jordan knew Taylor had big lips but he knew how to use them too, so he found himself kissing back with just as much fervor, cupping Hall's face and pulling dirty, delicious noises from his mouth.
Eberle doesn't remember how long they stayed like that, making out like dumb teenagers on the floor because they were too drunk to get up and make it somewhere else before Taylor suddenly remembered his hand was on Ebs' now very obvious hardon and he squeezed.
The bolt of pleasure that raced through Jordan is what got his attention through the intoxicated haze. It was sobering, almost, and then he immediately realized the sense of wrong and off that settled in his gut. He wanted Hallsy, he had for a long while, but not that way. Not glassy-eyed and drunk as fuck and unaware of what he's doing. Eberle didn't want to take advantage of the kid like that.
So he pulled away.
Hall didn't get it at first, tried to lean forward and connect his mouth to Ebs' again before pulling back himself in confusion after a few failed attempts. "Wh-what's wrong?" he murmured, voice husky and raw and words only slightly slurred.
Jordan just turned his face away and grabbed the couch to stand up. Taylor's hand fell to the ground where he stayed -- half kneeling, half sitting by then -- watching him stumble trying to keep his balance. Eb could feel the confusion radiating off the kid but he couldn't look him in the eye, just grabbed at his shoulder and said, "Up, Hallsy. Come on, up."
He allowed Ebs to pull him standing, where he was even more unsteady than Jordan had been, and let himself be led towards where the bedrooms were. "Ebs? Come on, man, don't you-- don't you want--?" and he just sounded so fucking lost. He kept trying to reach for Jordan's face, but each time he batted the hands away.
"Just go to sleep, Hallsy," he said, as he pushed the one in question onto his bed. He grabbed ahold of Jordan's wrist, tried to tug him down with him, but Ebs just yanked it away and backed up.
"I thought--" Hall didn't finish, just looked Eberle like he had all the answers.
But Eberle didn't know anything. All he wanted was to kiss the hurt off of Taylor's face, lick the confusion out of his voice, fuck the tension out of his body -- but he couldn't because neither of them were thinking straight. Hallsy wouldn't want this when he was sober, Ebs knew, so he just needed to get the kid to bed before they both did something they'd regret. Jordan wasn't losing his best friend for a drunken hookup. He meant more than that.
So Ebs just told Taylor to go to sleep again and walked out, ignoring the call that came after him. Tomorrow he'd wake up and Hallsy would tell him that he didn't remember a thing that happened last night and he'd say that the night was a blank on his end, too, and they'd leave it at that.
-
By the time Nuge finally comes over, Hall has spectacularly managed to burn all of the vegetables, so the only thing that's moderately edible still is the chicken that he somehow spares from a fiery, charred death.
Eberle grins as he lets the rookie in and hands him a beer. Ryan looks surprised, maybe a little nervous, but after a beat he just accepts the bottle and smiles at Ebs who claps him on the shoulder and leads him into the kitchen.
Ryan opens up more after his second beer, and for that, Ebs is grateful. For a while there in the beginning, it was mostly him and Hallsy talking while Ryan scrutinized them and it made Jordan feel really uncomfortable. Especially since Taylor keeps falling all over himself to sit near Nuge and throw off-hand compliments his way and if Hallsy wants to fuck the rookie Jordan would have appreciated not being invited. If Ebs is a little short with his answers, it doesn't really mean anything, but the looks Ryan keeps giving him are starting to get really fucking annoying.
-
They're each four beers in -- the usual 'we're still 90% sober' limit for both Ebs and Hallsy, and Nuge is surprisingly good at holding his liquor, especially since Jordan remembers being eighteen and having the alcohol tolerance of a toddler -- and the conversation is flowing more freely, at least on Nuge and Hallsy's end.
They keep going off on these tangents together and all but ignoring Eberle, who wonders darkly how he managed to switch positions with Ryan, becoming the quiet one, and every time the rookie makes Hall laugh or vice versa, Jordan just thinks of how to excuse himself without being rude.
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Eventually it's somewhere around ten-thirty, and because they've got a game tomorrow that means it's time for Nuge to leave. This quiets whatever irritation he was building up, and as they say their goodbyes Eberle finds it hard to remember why he was annoyed with the rookie. He admits to himself that he was acting like a dick and that he really does like the kid, and at some point Jordan resolves to subtly make it up to him.
He is thankful, however, that Ryan's not there to give him those damn looks anymore.
It was like the kid was trying to figure out what was going on half the time and he thought Ebs knew the answer, casting glances back and forth between the roommates like something wasn't quite right. It was unsettling to say the least, and while this morning Jordan was looking forward to be having the kid coming for dinner, right now he's just glad that it's over and he can go to sleep.
This is the plan, at least until Hallsy corners him in the bathroom as he's brushing his teeth.
"Dude, what the fuck?" he asks, tactful as ever. Ebs just shrugs and spits into the sink, then rinses his mouth and puts his toothbrush back in the little cup.
He only closes his eyes for barely a second, but before he gets them open again, Taylor's pressed the length of his body against Jordan's from behind. Which, weird. He tries to shrug him off, to get out from in between Hallsy and the counter digging into his stomach uncomfortably, but Hall's not having it. He just wraps his arms around Jordan and rests his chin on his shoulder, cheek resting against Jordan's day-old stubble.
The whole thing makes Ebs feel uncomfortably hot, even though the two of them don't really have space boundaries, so all he really does is stand there staring at his roommate in the reflection of the mirror in front of them.
Hallsy grins back. Jordan shifts from foot to foot and sighs.
"Are you going to let me go, or..?"
He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to tell Taylor that he's jealous because there's nothing to be jealous of. They're not together, they don't have any obligation to each other, and Eberle has no right to be anything more than a friend. And yeah, it's a shitty situation, but there's not much he can do about it anyway.
When Hallsy laughs, it makes Jordan's whole body vibrate. "Wow," is all he says.
Ebs has the distinct feeling that he's being mocked, and he doesn't like it. He shoulders Taylor successfully off this time, heading for the door, but he never makes it because in the next moment Hall's got his back pressed against it and is kissing him.
Jordan leans into it a bit, goes along with it and maybe gets a little lost until Taylor pulls back and grins at him widely. "You're such a girl sometimes, Ebs. I mean, I wanted to get you jealous, but I never thought it would work this well."
Jordan swats at Taylor's face and they start wrestling for a bit, managing to make it all the way out into the living room before they trip over the couch and end up sprawled on the floor. Ebs huffs annoyedly and pushes at Hallsy's shoulder to get the kid off of him.
"Because just telling me would be so fucking hard?" he mutters, casting a glance over at his teammate now on the floor to his left. He expects laughter like before -- not the faltering Hall does instead.
"Well-- You said, before. I mean, when--" And because it's a little sad watching him flounder for words, Jordan just rolls his eyes and shrugs.
"You were drunk, dumbass."
For some reason Taylor makes an indignant sound at that. "So? I mean Jesus, I don't think I could have made it more obvious if I had sneak-attacked you with a blowjob. Or, I dunno, held up a sign that said 'Jordan Eberle, I have big gay feelings for you'."
Ebs pretends to think about it. "A sign would have been nice."
Taylor punches his shoulder at that, and they dissolve into wrestling again. It's comfortable; it feels like something normal while everything else is a little off-center, and they go at it for a while until suddenly Hallsy is straddling Jordan and oh. Okay, then.
Hallsy does something wholly unfair with his hips. Jordan hisses. "Having fun?"
Taylor grinds down again, positioned just right to rub their still-covered dicks together, grinning down at Ebs. "Yeah, I think I could start to like it up here," he says.
Jordan bucks up, issuing a challenge with the way he sets his hands on Hallsy's hips and plays with the hem of his shirt, but all he verbalizes is, "Oh, really?"
Slowly, teasingly, Taylor slides his hands up underneath Ebs' shirt, eyes fixed on his. "Yeah." Neither of them are willing to give up quite yet, but then Hallsy bites his lip and well, shit, Ebs only has so much self-control.
"It's not a sign, but I guess it'll do," he says, and then pulls Taylor down to bite at his lip for him, bumping their chests together and tilting his hips up for as much friction as possible, because hell if they're anywhere near innocent, now.
Pairing: Taylor Hall/Jordan Eberle.
Rating: R for swearing and the word 'dicks', hee.
Summary: Hallsy is a little more scheming that he's given credit for, and somehow he knows exactly what Ebs is thinking.
A/N: this never happened, etc., etc.
It starts innocently enough.
Taylor asks Ryan after the game if he wants to come over, and Ryan -- who's too polite for his own good, Jordan thinks -- says yes. Then they go their separate ways and things are like they always are.
-
The day Nuge is supposed to show, Jordan drags Hallsy out with him so they can decide what to cook because he thinks that if they're having someone over, they have to actually be adults about it and make something. Taylor doesn't understand what's wrong with delivery pizza, but Jordan tells him that would make them shitty hosts and so he goes along with it because Taylor's just got this thing about being the best.
Sometimes Jordan finds it grating, but a lot of the time he just feels sort of exasperatedly fond about it. This time sort of falls into both categories, but Eberle's not a hundred percent sure as to why.
-
They make it to the supermarket and end up choosing to make stir-fry 'cause it's easy, but Taylor only helps in the decision-making process after teasing Jordan relentlessly about wanting to impress his boyfriend.
Jordan wants to comment about how Taylor's the closest thing he's got to a boyfriend, so what the fuck is he even chirping about, but they're Not Talking about That Night from the week before, so he throws that idea away and just shoots back that it was Hall's idea to have Nuge over in the first place, so obviously he's the one trying to get in his pants.
The way Taylor laughs, with just the slightest touch of awkwardness, is what confirms Eberle's suspicions.
-
That Night, the one they don't talk about, started just as innocently.
He and Hallsy were sitting on the floor in front of the couch playing NHL '12, best of 31 or some stupid, random shit like that, and because they had a rare day off the next day, the two of them had gotten unceremoniously shitfaced.
Usually Jordan was careful, and didn't really get too far gone because he liked to keep his head and not make a total fool of himself, but Taylor kept handing him drinks and saying "Come on, fucker, get on my level," so of course Ebs obliged. He couldn't really seem to say no to Hall in any capacity when he was sober, let alone drunk, which got more apparent the more he drank. Taylor just got more handsy the more he drank.
Which is why when all of a sudden Hallsy's hand was in his lap, Ebs just laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Dude, you're so fucked up. You should go to bed."
But that apparenty wasn't what his friend wanted, so Hall just kept staring at him, sliding his hand again up his thigh and into Eberle's lap determinedly.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Eberle had asked. His heart beat erratically and he swallowed thickly, rooted to his spot on the floor. "Hallsy, man, what are you doing?"
But Taylor hadn't been listening to him. Ebs still remembers vividly the way Hall stared at his lips, his hand slipping further to cup his dick and press and then the blond was whispering, "Jesus fuck Ebs, shut up."
So he did.
And then Taylor was kissing him. Hallsy was kissing him and Ebs' mind was swimming because he'd wanted this for so so so fucking long. All he could taste was beer and pizza (because they'd cheated but fuck it, whatever) and Jordan knew Taylor had big lips but he knew how to use them too, so he found himself kissing back with just as much fervor, cupping Hall's face and pulling dirty, delicious noises from his mouth.
Eberle doesn't remember how long they stayed like that, making out like dumb teenagers on the floor because they were too drunk to get up and make it somewhere else before Taylor suddenly remembered his hand was on Ebs' now very obvious hardon and he squeezed.
The bolt of pleasure that raced through Jordan is what got his attention through the intoxicated haze. It was sobering, almost, and then he immediately realized the sense of wrong and off that settled in his gut. He wanted Hallsy, he had for a long while, but not that way. Not glassy-eyed and drunk as fuck and unaware of what he's doing. Eberle didn't want to take advantage of the kid like that.
So he pulled away.
Hall didn't get it at first, tried to lean forward and connect his mouth to Ebs' again before pulling back himself in confusion after a few failed attempts. "Wh-what's wrong?" he murmured, voice husky and raw and words only slightly slurred.
Jordan just turned his face away and grabbed the couch to stand up. Taylor's hand fell to the ground where he stayed -- half kneeling, half sitting by then -- watching him stumble trying to keep his balance. Eb could feel the confusion radiating off the kid but he couldn't look him in the eye, just grabbed at his shoulder and said, "Up, Hallsy. Come on, up."
He allowed Ebs to pull him standing, where he was even more unsteady than Jordan had been, and let himself be led towards where the bedrooms were. "Ebs? Come on, man, don't you-- don't you want--?" and he just sounded so fucking lost. He kept trying to reach for Jordan's face, but each time he batted the hands away.
"Just go to sleep, Hallsy," he said, as he pushed the one in question onto his bed. He grabbed ahold of Jordan's wrist, tried to tug him down with him, but Ebs just yanked it away and backed up.
"I thought--" Hall didn't finish, just looked Eberle like he had all the answers.
But Eberle didn't know anything. All he wanted was to kiss the hurt off of Taylor's face, lick the confusion out of his voice, fuck the tension out of his body -- but he couldn't because neither of them were thinking straight. Hallsy wouldn't want this when he was sober, Ebs knew, so he just needed to get the kid to bed before they both did something they'd regret. Jordan wasn't losing his best friend for a drunken hookup. He meant more than that.
So Ebs just told Taylor to go to sleep again and walked out, ignoring the call that came after him. Tomorrow he'd wake up and Hallsy would tell him that he didn't remember a thing that happened last night and he'd say that the night was a blank on his end, too, and they'd leave it at that.
-
By the time Nuge finally comes over, Hall has spectacularly managed to burn all of the vegetables, so the only thing that's moderately edible still is the chicken that he somehow spares from a fiery, charred death.
Eberle grins as he lets the rookie in and hands him a beer. Ryan looks surprised, maybe a little nervous, but after a beat he just accepts the bottle and smiles at Ebs who claps him on the shoulder and leads him into the kitchen.
Ryan opens up more after his second beer, and for that, Ebs is grateful. For a while there in the beginning, it was mostly him and Hallsy talking while Ryan scrutinized them and it made Jordan feel really uncomfortable. Especially since Taylor keeps falling all over himself to sit near Nuge and throw off-hand compliments his way and if Hallsy wants to fuck the rookie Jordan would have appreciated not being invited. If Ebs is a little short with his answers, it doesn't really mean anything, but the looks Ryan keeps giving him are starting to get really fucking annoying.
-
They're each four beers in -- the usual 'we're still 90% sober' limit for both Ebs and Hallsy, and Nuge is surprisingly good at holding his liquor, especially since Jordan remembers being eighteen and having the alcohol tolerance of a toddler -- and the conversation is flowing more freely, at least on Nuge and Hallsy's end.
They keep going off on these tangents together and all but ignoring Eberle, who wonders darkly how he managed to switch positions with Ryan, becoming the quiet one, and every time the rookie makes Hall laugh or vice versa, Jordan just thinks of how to excuse himself without being rude.
-
Eventually it's somewhere around ten-thirty, and because they've got a game tomorrow that means it's time for Nuge to leave. This quiets whatever irritation he was building up, and as they say their goodbyes Eberle finds it hard to remember why he was annoyed with the rookie. He admits to himself that he was acting like a dick and that he really does like the kid, and at some point Jordan resolves to subtly make it up to him.
He is thankful, however, that Ryan's not there to give him those damn looks anymore.
It was like the kid was trying to figure out what was going on half the time and he thought Ebs knew the answer, casting glances back and forth between the roommates like something wasn't quite right. It was unsettling to say the least, and while this morning Jordan was looking forward to be having the kid coming for dinner, right now he's just glad that it's over and he can go to sleep.
This is the plan, at least until Hallsy corners him in the bathroom as he's brushing his teeth.
"Dude, what the fuck?" he asks, tactful as ever. Ebs just shrugs and spits into the sink, then rinses his mouth and puts his toothbrush back in the little cup.
He only closes his eyes for barely a second, but before he gets them open again, Taylor's pressed the length of his body against Jordan's from behind. Which, weird. He tries to shrug him off, to get out from in between Hallsy and the counter digging into his stomach uncomfortably, but Hall's not having it. He just wraps his arms around Jordan and rests his chin on his shoulder, cheek resting against Jordan's day-old stubble.
The whole thing makes Ebs feel uncomfortably hot, even though the two of them don't really have space boundaries, so all he really does is stand there staring at his roommate in the reflection of the mirror in front of them.
Hallsy grins back. Jordan shifts from foot to foot and sighs.
"Are you going to let me go, or..?"
He doesn't want to talk about it. He doesn't want to tell Taylor that he's jealous because there's nothing to be jealous of. They're not together, they don't have any obligation to each other, and Eberle has no right to be anything more than a friend. And yeah, it's a shitty situation, but there's not much he can do about it anyway.
When Hallsy laughs, it makes Jordan's whole body vibrate. "Wow," is all he says.
Ebs has the distinct feeling that he's being mocked, and he doesn't like it. He shoulders Taylor successfully off this time, heading for the door, but he never makes it because in the next moment Hall's got his back pressed against it and is kissing him.
Jordan leans into it a bit, goes along with it and maybe gets a little lost until Taylor pulls back and grins at him widely. "You're such a girl sometimes, Ebs. I mean, I wanted to get you jealous, but I never thought it would work this well."
Jordan swats at Taylor's face and they start wrestling for a bit, managing to make it all the way out into the living room before they trip over the couch and end up sprawled on the floor. Ebs huffs annoyedly and pushes at Hallsy's shoulder to get the kid off of him.
"Because just telling me would be so fucking hard?" he mutters, casting a glance over at his teammate now on the floor to his left. He expects laughter like before -- not the faltering Hall does instead.
"Well-- You said, before. I mean, when--" And because it's a little sad watching him flounder for words, Jordan just rolls his eyes and shrugs.
"You were drunk, dumbass."
For some reason Taylor makes an indignant sound at that. "So? I mean Jesus, I don't think I could have made it more obvious if I had sneak-attacked you with a blowjob. Or, I dunno, held up a sign that said 'Jordan Eberle, I have big gay feelings for you'."
Ebs pretends to think about it. "A sign would have been nice."
Taylor punches his shoulder at that, and they dissolve into wrestling again. It's comfortable; it feels like something normal while everything else is a little off-center, and they go at it for a while until suddenly Hallsy is straddling Jordan and oh. Okay, then.
Hallsy does something wholly unfair with his hips. Jordan hisses. "Having fun?"
Taylor grinds down again, positioned just right to rub their still-covered dicks together, grinning down at Ebs. "Yeah, I think I could start to like it up here," he says.
Jordan bucks up, issuing a challenge with the way he sets his hands on Hallsy's hips and plays with the hem of his shirt, but all he verbalizes is, "Oh, really?"
Slowly, teasingly, Taylor slides his hands up underneath Ebs' shirt, eyes fixed on his. "Yeah." Neither of them are willing to give up quite yet, but then Hallsy bites his lip and well, shit, Ebs only has so much self-control.
"It's not a sign, but I guess it'll do," he says, and then pulls Taylor down to bite at his lip for him, bumping their chests together and tilting his hips up for as much friction as possible, because hell if they're anywhere near innocent, now.