au where pro hockey player jk meets yg at a bar one night and they fuck. A lot. The morning after they exchange numbers and everytime jk is in the city, they meet up and fuck.
Until jk gets traded and accepts the offer for yg's city, and suddenly they're meeting often
so often, in fact, that mostly they aren't even fucking now. They're going to movies, museums, restaurants that jk has never heard of before.
Yg starts to come to every home game jk plays
Jk thinks they're dating,
Yg thinks they're just friends who sometimes fuck
Then during a playoff game yg shows up wearing a team jersey but it isn't jks number on the back—its their goalie, Nj, who's name is stitched into the jersey and covers yg's back
Jk plays horrible the whole game, jealousy coursing through his very marrow that he
ends up with multiple penalties because he's too aggressive.
Yg meets him up later, back at jks loft with take out and (thankfully no jersey on), smiling at him. "Consolation dinner?"
Jk kisses him and drags him inside.
They have to reheat the food a few hours later.
The next home game for the series, jk demands yg wear a jersey again, only this time— "mine. No one else's number belongs on your back but mine."
Yg agrees, smiling with pink cheeks, and shows up in the front row with Jks away jersey dwarfing his slender frame.
It's a stomp.
Jk tosses his helmet off and skates over to where yg is clapping, smiling big and bright and says (shouts really, cause the glass is between them) "I love you."
Yg melts, smiling back. "You know I love you too.