Here’s An Assortment Of Players In Pride Merch That Didn’t Get Posted :)

god. dear god. thank you sportsnet for this wonderful closeup

mcdrai | playoff pass | round two, game 2

is it a locker room interview or is it a sean cody intro?

Jo giving Nate the puck after their win against Minnesota from the lastest Avs 360 episode.

your goalie is an omega. and wants that right winger on the opposing team to have gay sex with him

he’s going through withdrawals with his pear bf on IR </3 regardless i accept this worldview

EDM vs CGY - round 2, game 1 | 05.18.22

ahem.

The chattering coming from the TV cuts off the instant Zhenya walks through the hotel room door. Ah, Zhenya thinks as he slips out of his sneakers. It's going to be one of those nights.

"Hey," Sid's voice comes from the direction of the bed. Zhenya likes the hotel they stay at in Montreal—the door opens up to a seating area, perfect for him to lay out his suitcase on the coffee table, and there's a tiny hall back to the bedroom. It's nice and feels private, which means he makes Sid wait a moment before ducking through the doorway.

"It's raining?" Is the first thing Sid asks, his eyes flickering over the dappled dark drops on Zhenya's gray shirt.

The answer is obvious; Zhenya doesn't say anything. Instead he eyeballs the empty takeout container next to Sid and reaches for the nightstand, plucking one of Sid's three half-drunk water bottles up and twisting off the lid.

"Cheesecake?" he guesses, and Sid flips the box shut, depositing it on the other nightstand.

"Cheese tart," he corrects. "C'mere."

He's handsy as Zhenya mounts the bed, grappling to arrange Zhenya how he wants him: tucked up against his side, Zhenya's face ostensibly pressed up against his chest but really landing more in his armpit, Zhenya's stomach tucked up against his hip. Zhenya plants the water bottle between Sid's big thighs, the plastic crinkling as he digs it in.

"How was Jean-Francois?" Sid's arm comes up around Zhenya's shoulders, cradling the back of his head and getting into his hair.

"Fine, fine, wants me to try lighter gray again."

Zhenya leans into the heat of Sid's body. When Sid gets like this—touchy, needy, hungry for contact—there's rarely any payoff to teasing. Sid's got him too figured out; Zhenya's compliance is an inevitable thing, and delaying it just wastes time that Zhenya could spend with Sid's capable fingers scratching his scalp. He lays his hand flat against Sid's stomach, which is a little bloated from his treats.

"Lighter gray could look nice."

"What happen to Oh, Geno, you look so sexy in black suit. Oh, Geno, wear dark blue again, is lucky?"

Sid laughs. "I like you in anything."

"Like me best in nothing."

"Mmm," Sid hums in agreement, but his hand just rubs at the back of Geno's neck before returning to carding through his hair.

They're not in their twenties anymore, and Zhenya's come to realize that some nights there's more pleasure in this—just touching each other, familiar and warm—than in sex. Anyways, they try not to get into too much the night before a game. Zhenya had been disgusted to find that there was a kernel of truth in Sid's belief that playing with some sexual frustration added a nice little kick to each game.

"What about you? Do something fun for me this year? Green suit?"

"Not likely," Sid laughs, his stomach quaking beneath Zhenya's palm.

"Do 'nother purple liner, so pretty," Zhenya hums, sliding his hand down.

Sid's breath catches for half a second, but Zhenya's fingers slide down his hip and to the neck of the water bottle, which he wrenches from between Sid's thighs and holds up imploringly. Wordlessly, Sid opens it for him.

"I'll do another purple liner if you do that light gray suit," Sid says as he drinks.

"You want me dress up? Try something more adventure," Zhenya says, and takes pleasure in how Sid's face crinkles. His beloved boyfriend, who's painfully vanilla in every way Zhenya can conceive.

"We already said," Sid mutters, "I like you best in nothing."

Zhenya hums and plucks the remote from Sid's side. He's going to make Sid watch an hour of something fast and action-packed before they both pass out. Sid's fingers resume their easy, rhymthic patterns in Zhenya's hair, and Zhenya smiles.

Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)