Being So Normal About This

he’s so me lol

WAKE UP KRAKENBLR WE'VE GOT MATTY BORGEN AND GOURDO BAKING HOLIDAY COOKIES

i cant justify these just take them

2024 Stanley Cup Playoffs: Round 1, Game 4 Canucks @ Predators | April 28, 2024

Patty watched Toews reach the end of his rope and then throw the whole damn thing away, challenging Joe to a fight. Joe gave it to him, but Patty could tell his heart wasn't really in it. In the locker room during intermission, Patty leaned in close.

"You think Toews needs seeing to?"

Joe looked thoughtful. "Yea. Yea, he needs something, that's for sure. You think it's our kinda deal?"

Patty nodded. "You didn't see him after; he looked like he was gonna cry when they dragged you off him."

Joe smirked, then sobered. "I believe you. Felt like he wasn't even fighting me, you know. I was just a stand-in."

Patty knew what he meant. They'd seen it before, these young kids rushed to the show, given no time to adjust before they were thrust into leadership roles, far too green and always unwilling to admit it. That's where he and Joe came in. They'd team up, let Toews tire himself out fighting before he'd finally allow himself to drop to his knees and be taken care of.

Later, Patty would make him breakfast and send him on his way, a shy but grateful smile spreading over his face.

chapter 8 is out now woooooo

first moosespurge dms had some inspo from the selfie they took on the plane to sweden so to celebrate :))))

Jared brought his hand down to Marcus’s knee, his fingers making a slow circle as he looked up at the sleeping man again. Sighing, he tried closing his eyes again, hoping that the grounding physical touch he usually slept with would help him finally pass out.

After what felt like another eternity, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the plane. Being able to nap on their regular short haul flights was somehow no issue, but god forbid a man try to sleep on an overnight, long haul one. Keeping his grip on Marcus’s hand closest to him, Jared rubbed his other slowly up his leg. He didn’t want to wake the other man necessarily, but his body just happened to be Jared’s favorite fidget toy. Marcus was usually hyper reactive, body usually giving a twitch, and, well, he always had something to say about it too. The guy was solidly passed out behind his sleeping mask though, not a single acknowledgment given to his touch. Lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

Jared started to lightly trail his fingers along Marcus’s thigh, the repetitive motion of smoothing his fingers along the blanket covering his legs soothing to him at least. Only as his fingers swept higher to where he was most sensitive did he finally get the slight response of Marcus shifting in his sleep, his neck twitching and his head lowering to Jared’s shoulder. Jared rested his head on top of the other man’s and continued his ministrations, tugging a bit on the fingers in his other hand.

Well, at least one of us is getting sleep, Jared thought as he tried closing his eyes again. Resting your eyes is better than nothing is what his mom had always told him, and this was as close to cuddling as he’d be able to get in a plane seat. He continued his motion slowly up and down Marcus’s leg when the back of his hand hit a bulge in the blanket. Opening his eyes, he looked around the top of the Marcus’s head, smirking as he took in the lump rising from the blanket.

A past conversation filtered through his head, “Look, I know I sleep like an angel. If you ever wanted to……. touch something so heavenly…. I wouldn’t say no.” Marcus had accompanied it with an obnoxious wink that Jared had originally responded to with an eye roll, but had him considering his options now.

Sliding his hand under Marcus’s blanket he thought, No time like the present, resting his hand on the half hard cock. He took in the familiar weight, running his thumb along the head through his sweatpants. They had fooled around on a few team flights before, but those were always fast and hot, trying to finish before anyone would notice what they were up to. Now… now Jared had the luxury of time. Only half way through their flight across the Atlantic, he could work Marcus up for however long he wanted. See how long he could go before the other man twitched awake.

He cupped his hand around the base and slowly jerked up, the material of the sweatpants providing some glide. He continued to alternate his attention, before slipping his hand under the waistband to fondle a bit at Marcus’s balls. Scrapping his fingers through the hair at the base of his dick, Jared firmly gripped him before bringing his thumb up to swipe at the bit of moisture that had started to collect there. It was then that he felt Marcus’s hand twitch in his other one. His neck stiffened up as his head shot off of Jared’s shoulder.

“Jared?” dragged out of his mouth, half asleep and low. Jared started to quietly shush him, rubbing soothingly at the crease of his hip.

“Good morning, took you long enough to join the party,” Jared whispered back to him, biting back a smile at how Marcus’s breathing had sped up.

“What. What’re you doing?” Marcus slurred, raising his hand to remove his eye mask.

Jared swung his hand out of his sweatpants, catching Marcus’s with a hushed tut, “I think it might be better if you keep that on actually. We wouldn’t want people to figure out what we’re doing now would we?” Marcus released a slow whine, both of his hands twitching in Jared’s hold. “If you’d like to continue this, you’ll have to keep it quiet. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Audibly gulping, Marcus drew in a few breaths before releasing a quiet, “Yes, babe.”