jake oettinger postgame — DAL vs VGK; game 4 — 04.29.24
[ah, you know ty very well. how hard is it to stay focused throughout everything he’s been through?] yeah, it’s … you know, there’s no one in here that deserves that more than him, and, you know — i live with him, so, i get to see … i’ve been through, you know, everything that he’s gone through this year, and, just, the way that he carries himself, and — you know, there’s no one that puts the team more in first than him and he works his butt off and never has a bad attitude and has just stayed ready for when he got his name called, and played great tonight and, you know, showed that he can step in and, and be a great piece to this team. so, you know, there’s not a lot of people that are gonna be happier for him than me, that’s for sure.
[i was gonna say, the body language that he shows, just when he’s out there – first one on the ice – i mean, he does all the little things you’re supposed to do to show that you’re a big member of the team, even when he goes, whatever, six, eight games without playing.] exactly. and you’d never know … you know, some guys, you know, carry the way that they’re playing on the ice on their face and you’d never know with him. he’s just, you know — puts the team first, wants what’s best for the team, and, you know, he knows when his number’s called he’s gonna step up. and he’s done that. and, uh, like i said, just so happy for him. and there’s tons of guys in our organization who’re like that, you know, just — everyone wants to win, and you know, not everyone’s going to have the exact role that they want but, you know, if you win the championship at the end of the day it doesn’t matter.
[just for color, here — you and ty share a house, a condo?] he lives at my house. me and my fiancée’s house, yeah. yep. [does he pay rent?] uh, we’re still working through that (laughs) yeah. he’s, uh, he’s been on dish duty, so, that’s kinda how he’s paying for his rent right now. [let’s say, maybe give him a little break off — get a goal, you know, goal’s count.] yeah, for sure. for sure, yeah, exactly. [and, just for color, what type of jersey does your brother wear?] he wears delly’s jersey. yeah, i know — second favorite player, yeah.
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Hi! #14 for tinngun perhaps? We don't get enough tinngun content in general, I miss them, I feel like they deserve to be a lil horny
{grinding} down against their lap
It was Tinn’s twentieth birthday and he was very, very drunk. He deserved the break. He had been working hard all week, so Gun had planned a surprise party for him to relax. It seemed to be working. He was currently dancing wildly in the middle of all of their friends with an oversized party hat sitting lopsided on his head.
Gun, who had spent most of the night making sure their apartment wasn’t being completely demolished by drunken college students, collapsed down onto the living room sofa and just watched him. He couldn’t help but smile. It was rare to see Tinn so happy and carefree. These days, he was stressed more often than not but tonight, he seemed like himself again.
Suddenly, Tinn paused his dancing and began to look around the room like a puppy who had misplaced his owner. As soon as he caught sight of Gun, his eyes lit up and he jogged over to him. Gun expected him to either join him on the couch or ask Gun to join him on the dance floor, but he did neither. Instead, he climbed onto Gun’s lap until he was straddling him and his efforts to do so were so uncoordinated that he nearly fell backwards onto the floor.
“Whao, there.” Gun laughed, wrapping an arm around Tinn’s waist to hold him still. His party hat had fallen almost completely off his head, so Gun reached up to straighten it and Tinn grinned at him widely.
“We should go to bed,” Tinn whispered conspiratorially—except his whisper wasn’t much of a whisper at all. He was practically yelling to be heard over the music.
“We can’t go to bed,” Gun reminded him. “We have a house full of people here to celebrate with you. Plus, you’re having fun, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Tinn agreed, but then he leaned in and spoke the next words into Gun’s ear like a secret. “But I’d be having more fun if we were in bed.”
Oh. He was horny. As if to accentuate his point, Tinn rolled his hips, grinding down onto Gun’s lap, and Gun could feel that he was hard. Gun, however, was not drunk enough to be able to ignore the room full of people surrounding them.
“Later,” he promised with a quick peck to Tinn’s lips. When he broke away, Tinn was pouting.
“Now,” he whined, looking seconds away from climbing off Gun’s lap and throwing a temper tantrum on the floor. “Pleeeease? It’s my birthday.”
“Yes, it is, and we haven’t even cut your cake yet,” Gun agreed. Tinn’s pout faded slightly at the mention of dessert. “Later.”
Finally, Tinn seemed appeased but he still didn’t move. He just sat there, his arms wrapped around Gun’s neck as he stared at him sadly. “I’ve been a bad boyfriend,” he said.
“What? No, you haven’t. You’re a great boyfriend!”
“But you’re always taking care of me and I’m always studying.”
“And one day it’ll be your turn to take care of me,” Gun said, taking Tinn’s face between his hands to make sure he was listening. “Med school is hard. I get it. I don’t mind. I like taking care of you. Understand?”
Tinn looked up at him sheepishly. “You promise?”
“I promise.” Gun laughed and then squeezed Tinn’s ass playfully before setting his feet on the floor so that they could both stand. “Now go dance with our friends while I go get the cake.”
“And then we can have sex?” Tinn wheedled.
“Yes, baby. Then we can have sex.”
Tinn smiled and pulled Gun in for a wet, sloppy kiss that made him laugh. Gun patted his head like he would a pet dog. “Happy birthday, baby,” he said.
Tinn preened and, despite the promise of cake, pulled Gun out onto the dance floor. Later couldn’t come soon enough.
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