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Two Too Many ~ Jamie Oleksiak

Summary: Secrets come to the surface after Jamie gets home from two months in the bubble.

Word Count: ~2,000

Warnings: None

A/N: Unedited and written while I was tipsy so read with caution.

You didn’t expect it. You didn’t expect the way it would feel to be away from Jamie for so long. The dull ache lodged in your chest every time you thought about how he wasn’t there. You couldn’t call him and ask him to come over and watch a movie, couldn’t ask if he wanted to go on an impromptu road trip, you couldn’t invite him to go for brunch with you, hungover after a girl’s night watching reality tv and drinking wine.

And it wasn’t like you weren’t used to not having your best friend around 24/7. You had gotten used to the fact that travelling was part of his job. That some nights, even when you wanted to be with him, you simply could’t. But it had been two months this time and everyday seemed harder than the last.

You called, you texted, you FaceTimed. But nothing replaced the way it felt to be wrapped in Jamie’s arms after a hard day at work. To hear him chuckle at a dumb joke in the movie you were watching on the couch in your living room. To see his smile as you climbed into his car late at night after you texted him telling him that you couldn’t sleep so instead you would go for ice cream and sit in his car listening to music and talking about anything and everything instead of trying to sleep.

You had watched every single game of his. Plus many of the other games during the playoffs as well. Because you had loved hockey even before you met Jamie. But of course with one of your best friends playing in the NHL your love of the sport had only grown.

You were devastated after game five. You didn’t even want to watch the last few minutes. But you forced yourself to do it, because you knew you had to. You had to support Jamie even when things weren’t going well. You knew how badly Jamie wanted this, how hard the whole team was working, how close they were to the one thing they were fighting for. Once the television switched from Stanley Cup coverage to the late night news you turned the TV off, sitting in your living room waiting for a text from Jamie. Normally it would have been you to send the first text, win or lose. Because you knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to right away and you wanted there to be something on his phone when he finally got to it after a game. But that night, you couldn’t. Because you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Nothing felt right. So you waited and you waited and you waited. And you didn’t get a text. Instead the first thing you received from him was a FaceTime call, late that night when he was back in his hotel room, showered and tired and tucked into his bed. And you talked for hours in soft and hushed voices till you both drifted to sleep. You awoke the next morning to your phone completely dead and laying beside your pillow, leaving you late for work that day. But you didn’t mind, because truthfully, you would do anything for Jamie.

The next night you awaken to a racing heart, your eyes open but receiving nothing except the streetlights shining through the edge of your closed curtains. Laying in silence you try to piece together what had happened. You hadn’t had a nightmare, not that you could remember. But just as you roll over, your eyes closing again to try and fall back asleep you receive your answer. A knock at your door.

Pushing your blankets back you grasp your phone, unlocking it and ready to call for help as you slowly and quietly creep through your apartment. But when you peer through the peephole on your front door every ounce of panic you had vanished. Your fingers are shaking slightly as you fumble with your deadbolt and then the chain, a whole array of emotions and feelings swirling inside of you. It had been a couple days since the Stanley Cup final. With the circumstance you weren’t sure when you would see him, when he would get back.

“Jamie,” you whisper, staring up at him, your hand on the edge of the door as you stare up at him, like you weren’t sure he was really there. It had been two months and it was the same Jamie but he looked tired, looked deflated. And your heart had broken watching Dallas lose game five but this was a whole different type of pain. Seeing him like this and knowing there was nothing you could do.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late. I should have just gone home but-.”

“Jamie,” you say again, this time with intention. “Don’t apologize, you can come here anytime you want.” Stepping forward you lean up, wrapping your arms around his large body, warm and comfortable.

“I love you,” Jamie whispers into your neck, leaning down to wrap you in a tight hug.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. It was the truth, in every sense of the words. But you could only assume he was saying it in the way you had said the words to plenty of your other friends before. That he loved you like a family member, like a friend he had grown up with, like a person who you would do anything for, who you trusted with your life.

Jamie straightens his back, lifting you off the ground as he steps into your apartment, the weighted door falling shut behind you two. “Can you stay here tonight?” you whisper, feeling your eyes fill with tears. And you feel a wave of guilt. Because you shouldn’t be crying, you shouldn’t be upset. You needed to be the rock for Jamie, to be there for him through whatever he was feeling.

“Of course,” Jamie tells you, gently placing you back onto the ground. “Of course I’ll stay if you want me to,” he adds, looking down at you. “Are you…?”

Giggling you shake your head, quickly reaching up and wiping your eyes. “No,” you lie, sniffling quietly. “I’m fine.”

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asks, his arms around you again, his chin on top of your head as he holds you tight against his chest.

“Nothing is wrong,” you tell him honestly. “I just don’t ever want to be away from you for that long again.”

Jamie pulls back a little, looking down at you with a soft gaze. “Never,” he says quietly.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Your eyes narrow slightly as you stare up at him, hands still clamped on his arms. “The...cup,” you mumble hesitantly, wondering if perhaps you shouldn’t have brought it back up. But what you hadn’t realized was that Jamie wasn’t burying the loss deep inside, to never have to process it. He was simply so caught up in you that every single other thing and person in his life had faded away for the time being.. That he was so focused on you, on how much he missed you over the last two months, on how much he loved you, that nothing else seemed to matter.

“Oh,” Jamie whispers, nodding slowly as it all hits him again. How much he wanted it, like nothing he had ever wanted before. To be able to come home as a winner, to be a cup winner. To have something to show after nine weeks away. “Yeah, I…” Jamie trails off and you know it’s because he doesn’t know what to say, how to express how he’s feeling.

“Are you tired?” you ask even though you know the answer. You know from more than the time of day. You know based on the bags under his eyes, the way his voice doesn’t carry any inflection, how his shoulders are slumped just slightly.

“Yes,” Jamie tells you without a moment of hesitation.

Reaching over you turn the deadbolt on the door, reaching over and grabbing his hand as you gently tug him towards your bedroom. “I...the couch,” Jamie mutters.

Jamie had spent many nights in your apartment and you had spent many nights in his. But one of you was always on the couch. Because you were just friends, and that’s what friends did. “Jamie,” you say quietly, turning around in your dim bedroom, looking up at him. “You’re not going to sleep on the couch, I’m not letting you. You deserve a good night’s sleep...at the very least. We’re both adults, you don’t think we can share a bed?”

Jamie inhales sharply and even though you can barely see him in the dark room you do notice the way every muscle in his body seems to stiffen. “Yeah...yeah,” he finally mutters after a couple seconds of silence. Hesitating you nod, stepping away from him to walk to the other side of your bed. “No,” Jamie suddenly exclaims the second you rest one knee on the edge of your bed.

Pausing you straighten up, leaving your one leg on the bed as you stare at his silhouette standing five feet away from you. “No...what?”

“No, I can’t share a bed with you,” Jamie explains and you watch him run a hand through his hair. “It’s not okay...not when I love you like this. You think I just see you as a friend and I can’t share a bed with you pretending that’s the truth.”

You slowly pull your other leg onto the bed, crawling across it.

“Y/N,” Jamie whispers as you stop in front of him, still on your knees on his side of the bed now.

Reaching up you bring one hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level as you press your lips to his. And he doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second, before he’s kissing you back. It’s gentle and soft as he pushes himself forwards, your own body falling back with his. Slipping an arm around your back Jamie holds you up as you slide your legs from underneath you, lowering you down till your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over you. “Jamie...Jamie,” you mutter against his lips.

“Yes?” Jamie asks, pulling back immediately. “Are you okay? Is this...okay?”

Nodding you keep one hand on the back of his neck, the other propped beneath you to support yourself. “Yes, I just...earlier, when you said you loved me…?”

“I love you,” Jamie repeats. “As more than just your friend.”

Pushing your hand harder into the bed you lean up to bring your lips back closer to his. “I love you too, Jamie,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his again.

And you felt like a teenager again, your stomach alive with butterflies as you let Jamie lay you back onto your bed, kissing you slowly and passionately. His hands remained above your waist the entire time you were making out, till you finally pulled away, your breath heavy as you looked up at him. “You said you were tired.”

“Not for you,” Jamie mutters and you can’t help but giggle. At how cheesy it was. But you couldn’t deny how much you loved it. “What’s so funny?” Jamie inquires and through the soft light streaming in through the window you can see the smirk on his lips.

“You,” you whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “So, are you going to sleep on the couch...or?” you joke.

Jamie chuckles and slides one arm underneath your body, easily moving you over to make room for himself. Laughing you scoot to the other side, slipping back under the blankets as you roll onto your side, your eyes suddenly heavy with sleep as you watch him peeling off his shirt and jeans. When Jamie climbs into the bed you shuffle closer, feeling the warmth of his body radiating from him even before your skin touches his.

“Thank you,” Jamie whispers after you settle against him, your chest on his shoulder.

“For what?” you whisper, your fingers slowly running along his bare chest as you fight against the pull of sleep. For the first night in two months you felt completely content, happier than you had in a long time. With Jamie at your side. With the truth that you had been hiding for so long finally out in the open, to find those hidden feelings reciprocated.

“Just...being you. Your texts and calls through this whole thing...it just made things so much easier. You...you just make things easier...and better,,.in every way,” Jamie tells you, stumbling slightly through the serious topic.

Lifting your head slightly you place a gentle kiss against the front of his shoulder. “You make everything better for me too, Jamie. Two months without you was two too many,” you whisper, settling back into him as you quickly fall asleep beside Jamie, for the first time in a future filled with many nights just like this one.

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summertime | jamie oleksiak ✷

MY MASTERLIST / gimme ur thoughts/questions! summary: jamie’s got some rules he follows while you’re hooking up behind your family’s back. not fucking you in your parents’ house is number one. as the temperature gets higher, though, so do the hemlines on your dresses, and god, you’re really testing his determination. dad’s best friend!jamie x fem reader. word count: 4.8k (sorry for being a whore) warnings: smut. size kink (obvi!). hints of mocking/degradation but praise kink goes so hard it makes up for it. filthy. low key bratty reader. secret relationship + risky/chance of getting caught. age gap (reader is college-aged, jamie is like mid-late 20s). once again jac cannot write something normal. thank u to the anons (and kaylee!) who helped build this entire AU, super slutty behaviour from all of us ngl MORE DBF!JAMIE HERE xxx

You’ve been trying to crack him for weeks.

The stars really aligned, how the heat was growing all encompassing at the same time you and Jamie started sharing moments. How tiny shorts and swimsuits gave way to his hands pushing over your thighs when you’d pass one another in the hallway, when you’d open the front door for him, when you’d text something a little too risqué from across the room and he’d have to remind you where you are. Remind you of your least favourite rule.

The first time you’d kissed Jamie, you were alone in your house while your parents were out of town for the week. With his hand nearly completely circling your jaw and a splitting surge of confidence, you’d asked him to make you his, and he’d shaken his head with a mean smile and told you “’M not fucking you under your parents’ roof.”, and he’d held himself to that, held you to that.

But then he’d show up, light summer sleeves rolled to the elbow and call you sweetheart, call you darling and fill your head with memories of the last times he’d called you those things, and expect you to happily oblige the rule. With that all-encompassing heat beginning to linger, though, it was getting harder.

Those tiny shorts were one thing in trying to crack him, but you quickly learned words got you closer. You’d catch him in the bathroom doorway or while helping bring plates inside and get up on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear and murmur something, “Wouldn’t it be so hot to take me in my childhood bedroom?” you’d ask, “Shut me up with your cock down my throat so we don’t get caught?” and his cheeks would flush a little, but he’d remain stoic and strain “Not here,” through a sigh before breaking away from you.

Inviting a friend from one of your college classes over while Jamie was tinkering around the yard with your dad was, maybe, a little mean. Making him watch while the guy wrestled you into the pool, watch you fake laugh at his bad jokes, him clearly trying to impress you, all while Jamie had to pretend he didn’t care, had to act like he didn’t want to put you on your hands and knees on one of the sunbeds and make that poor, flirty guy watch? Yeah, a little mean.

Your friend left, innocently, a little after lunchtime, though, and all his visit got you was Jamie pressing you into the kitchen island from behind, a big hand shoved between your shaky thighs and rubbing hard over your swimsuit bottoms, telling you so casually as your mouth fell open, “I think he has a crush on you. Your charade still isn’t working, though.” with an easy smile before his hand was gone and he was on his way back outside.

On the day of your mom’s birthday lunch, it’s ninety degrees and you’ve almost given up on trying to crack him. But, when you hear his truck roll up onto your lawn and feel your heart squeeze as its door slams, a little part of you wants to play the game again.

Rifling through your closet, your hands fall to something silky and little and inky-black, and on any other day of the year you’d never consider it for a function attended by a bunch of families, but with the way the sweat is threatening to bead along your soft skin even at eleven AM, you can’t bring yourself to mind.

And, if you know how much Jamie loves it when you wear black… well, maybe you haven’t given up on breaking that rule at all.

Jamie’s already slinking between the kitchen and patio with plates and barbecue tools, dutifully helping your parents before other guests arrive, when you come downstairs. It’s not lost on you, the way his eyes widen a little when they catch you for the first time, and the little swell of excitement you feel at it makes your heart race.

“How’s it goin’, kid?” He asks, unabashed in the way his eyes peruse the length of your body, only the two of you in the room, but your parents not far. The moment steals your breath for half a second, but then your dad’s calling you outside to show you the shiny new grill-smoker setup Jamie helped him with, and Jamie clears his throat and coughs around it, sighing back to reality.

“Gonna have to remember where we are today, huh?” You grin, tilting your head smugly up at him.

He looks at you, brows pinched and blinking slowly, tonguing behind his teeth in a way that tells you if you weren’t where you were, you’d easily be over his knee for that. Your low-key sense of pride is clipped, though, when your dad calls out again and Jamie’s hand is heavy on your back as he ushers you towards the door.

When it comes time to eat, you sit beside Jamie and pretend, expertly, that you don’t notice the way his thigh is tucked up against yours. You’re both a bit outnumbered, out of place by your distant relatives and the neighbourhood moms and all their fussing, your dad tied up so Jamie’s a little lost at the table, so, you find comfort in each other’s familiarity, how easy your conversation feels.

He’s talking about this one band’s show he’d just seen, offering you the last half of his negroni, and you’re remembering how much you loved their last album, sipping on the unfinished cocktail, and together, you’re both trying to avoid any blatant eye-fucking at this PG-13 meal.

You’re nearly hung out to dry entirely when one of your cousins finally cuts in to ask you, “So, how long have you and Jamie been dating?” in front of everyone, and it’s nearly comical how quickly your mom cracks up in the face of it and assures them, Jamie is your dad’s plus one, not yours, and god, you’re glad nobody sees the way his hand squeezes your thigh below the table while you both laugh it all off above.

Later, patio lights wash the yard, backlit by a late sunset making everything a little warm, and the breeze blowing through finally offers some relief from the sweltering afternoon. Jamie’s great at this: at riling you up even from meters away.

You’re positive he’s undone one or, like, three buttons on his shirt since lunch, his thin golden chain clung to the heat-flushed skin by his collarbone, tipping his head a little and smiling over his beer, leaning in to charm whichever of your mom’s friends it is who’s approached him, now. He’s cycled through them all afternoon. You’d be vexed by it, maybe, but you can’t be– not when he finds your eye and licks over his bottom lip and fucking winks, so cliché. Still, it stirs in your lower belly and the excitement climbs up your spine.

He’s got no clue what they’re talking about, really, the older women who all seem to love him. They’re all a few too many wines deep and taken by his height and broad body and kind eyes, and they’re an easy excuse to stand around and let his eyes wander the busy yard, look for you, the flutter of that dress, the little flash of thigh. Meanwhile, you’re all gentle smiles and gratuitous laughter, appearing far more innocent than he knows you can be.

You’re stuck deep in a conversation with a friend of your mom’s (one who remembers when you were, like, six, and wants to know everything that’s happened since) when you notice Jamie across the yard once more, this minuscule cat-and-mouse game finally threatening its crescendo as he gestures a thumb towards the house, a smirk on his mouth before he sips his beer and excuses himself from the conversation he’s caught in.

You hear your heartbeat pulse in your ears as you mention going to find someone, get something— you don’t really register whatever excuse you manage to rattle off while your stomach leaps and twists, watching Jamie duck inside as whoever you were speaking to bids you goodbye with a shallow hug.

You’re about to be confused when you get over the threshold and Jamie’s nowhere to be seen, but he takes your hand from the shadowy spare bathroom by the back door and starts pulling you in, flicking the fluorescent overhead on with his spare hand so he can see you again.

“Guests are using the bathroom here. Upstairs is free.” You cut in quickly, leaning against the doorframe to stop him from tugging you closer. You chew the inside of your cheek while awaiting his response, sure he’s going to curb your advances once more, but Jamie tugs his fingers through his hair and sighs, “Fuck. Come on, then.”

You have to stop yourself laughing with how giddy you are on your way upstairs, Jamie’s lumbering frame in tow. You give a precautionary glance down the hall to make sure nobody’s around to see the both of you skulk into the bathroom, sneaking like teenagers; the exact kind of playful tension you’ve craved for weeks. You think you could die with how fast your heartbeat batters in your chest.

The moment the door’s deadbolt clicks, he’s on you. Hands clasping your jaw, he kisses you hard, hungry, tongue nearly instantly pressing in. Your head spins as he pulls your hips flush against him, hiking you up, fingers finally groping at your flesh with desperation matching that which you’ve felt for hours, what feels like forever, now.

When your hands begin wandering, though, fingers searching for his shirt’s buttons, the soft smattering of chest hair, Jamie breaks it all off, spins you around so your lower stomach meets the cool, stone basin, freezing the hard breath in your throat in a gasp.

“Fuckin’– I love this dress.” He talks low and his hands smooth over the satin on your hips as he nudges his body forward against yours, “Too bad I can’t ruin it here.”

His words feel like a punch to the stomach after the way you’d gotten your hopes up, after how he’d kissed you. You find him in the mirror, ruddy-cheeked and panting a little with the most innocent smile on his lips.

“You’re so mean.” You groan with your head tipped back into his chest, more than a little frustrated, by now. Your shoulder blades press into his pecs and you feel his body tremor as he chuckles, watching you, admiring.

“Yeah, because your pussy floods every time I am.”

Your breath holds and you feel hot all over. You see your cheeks grow red as much as you feel it, but despite it, despite how you kinda wanna stomp your feet in protest, he’s right (and you probably should be used to how good he is, by now, but it’s a little impressive that he’s noticed, made that connection.).

“You could do something about it, for once.” You try to quip, meeting his eyes in the mirror, his baby blues gone a little darker. You feel the slick between your thighs flow from his comment, his boldness in calling you out like that, and maybe the little inkling of shame that comes with it.

“For once?” His hips rock forward against you, half-hard in his jeans, and he smiles with a guiltless curiosity, tilts his head like a confused puppy. “Remind me, how many times did you come the other night?”

You hide a smile at him for a bare moment, searching for words through the haze of excitement and growing arousal, lost in the feeling of him pulsing against your lower back, big hands crawling up your torso, their heat enveloping you.

“C’mon, use your big girl words. How many times was it, kid?”

You feel your face grow warmer, if that’s even possible, suddenly shy saying it aloud. Jamie’s hand finds your hip and rests there lightly, and the almost-innocence of it makes you squirm.

“‘Till I cried, then one more.” You finally admit, breathless at the memory (and at how he’s using it, now.).

“Then one more, for good luck.” Jamie reiterates, smiling fondly, his weight against you growing heavier when you hum appreciatively, searching for his gaze in the mirror once more. He bends to dip his head down, getting closer to your ear, his free hand sweeping your hair over your shoulder and letting his fingertips dwell at the base of your throat: tiny movements all exaggerating how much taller, bigger than you he is, standing behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, thrumming.

“I can’t make you cry like that, here. But… God, this fucking dress.” He starts, excruciatingly slow in running his fingers up over your backside, you arching into him, rucking the dress up to reveal your thong, and he asks, “How long do we have, do you think?”

The air feels cool as it chases the pressure of Jamie’s hands along your ass, now bare to him. You can hear it, the commotion from the party outside, muffled, cheery voices of people who have no clue what’s happening in the guest bathroom, parents with no clue what their sweet Jamie is doing with their darling daughter. The thought buzzes along your skin, sending a fresh pulse of wetness to your core. You swallow hard, and try not to rush your words:

“Fifteen. Maybe twenty, at a push.”

You see him contemplating, exhaling slowly with his fingers squeezing at your skin, and where your muscles once were held stiff and tense, you soften under his touch. You brace yourself with shaky hands on the counter as Jamie reaches around the front of your body to gently pull your panties to the side, you hissing softly through your teeth when the cooler air meets the sticky seam of your cunt.

“Made a fuckin’ mess of these, eh? Been dripping for hours?” He runs his fingers along the soft, wet cotton of your panties, knuckles ghosting over your inner thigh, avoiding your core. “Can’t ruin the dress tonight, but these…”

He runs the pads of his fingers along your slit experimentally, watching your face, gaging the uptick of your hips, studying your tiniest reactions. Then, he pushes two thick fingers inside, smiling a little at the way your voice breaks around a yelp, your mouth falling wide open.

“Tightest cunt.” He nearly smiles against your temple, muttering to himself. “Gonna take my cock here? Gonna make it fit in this tiny pussy?”

He pumps only a handful of times before he adds a third finger against the first two and you’re gasping his name at the intrusion, the overwhelming feeling of him opening you up, getting you ready for his cock, as much as he can with only a handful of ticking minutes. He strokes expertly at your g-spot, thumb barely drumming over your clit, working out the wetness obscenely, and it’s all so much, his entire body pressed to you, lips mouthing softly at the side of your head, all of it exactly what you’ve been working for all summer.

Your hips alternate between pushing forward, chasing the thrusts of his fingers, and rocking back against his clothed cock, obsessed with the way his body tenses up at the added pressure, and Jamie would maybe punish it, if he were feeling mean, the way you’re begging without anything but wordless whimpers, joyfully teasing him with your hips. But, tonight, he’s not feeling mean, so he revels in it, how fond he is of you, so beautiful like this.

Before you have much of a chance to chase any real high, to find any relief, his fingers are out of your pussy, and you feel frustratingly empty, throbbing, legs kicking a little, making him laugh softly.

Jamie strings your juices up against your mouth, slick fingers shoving between your glossy lips. He watches adoringly, your eyes screwed shut as you suck his fingers clean, savour the sweety-salt of it, and you see it, the fire in his eyes, his mouth open, feel his big cock jump in his slacks, pressed hard to your body as he murmurs senselessly, “Good girl. Clean it up, so good for me.”

He grabs your face with fingers still wet, thumb stroking your soft cheek.

“J, need you. Want you so bad it hurts.”

And he’s a sucker for you, really, despite your bratting and his arbitrary rules, he’d give you whatever. Especially when you beg. Especially when he’s got you like this, pretty little dress bunched up over your hips and you’re dripping, and he’s rock hard, and there’s probably ten minutes before anybody will notice you’re both gone, let alone come looking.

“It hurts, does it?” He mutters, brows raised in question, “Pretty cunt hurts ‘cause it’s not stuffed with a nice, fat cock?”

And you don’t need to answer, not with the way you’re writhing back into him, brows furrowed and mouth glossed, slack, keening. He’s trying to stave off a little grin at how good you look, nipples peaked under the thin fabric sticking to your sheening skin, your hand finding its way between your own thighs, trying to gain some friction between your slick folds but your stroke is messy, unfocussed: overexcited.

“Ahuh, J. Please.” Is all you manage.

With his free hand, Jamie unzips his pants and shoves them down only enough to pull his cock out, his body wracked by an exhale as he presses the thick, drooly head to you from behind. It’s hot against your skin, pussy puffy and soft and pliant but, still, you’re tiny against the insane thickness of him.

“It’s so big.” You mewl, fingertips dipping to pull over his length messily, smearing your juices into his where he weeps precum. The crown of his cock nudges into your entrance once, twice, then sweeps up against your clit, repeating, driving you crazy.

“You can take it.” He says when he feels your body tighten, feels your breath shallow and a little panicky, and he rests his hand atop yours gently. Despite the lewd circumstances, his hot, heavy member rubbing at your little slit messily, butterflies beat their wings in your belly, and you breathe a little easier, relaxing against his frame.

Jamie meets your eye in the mirror, gaze steady and serious and waiting, entirely, for your reassurance, regardless of his member throbbing between your thighs, and you know you could call it all off, forget all the teasing at once and he’d kiss you all over and walk you back downstairs. Hell, he’d take you back to his place and make you gush on his tongue until the size of his cock is a nonissue, if you asked. That’s not what you want, though– the ache between your thighs wants him here, now, needs the rush, the headspin.

You nod just enough for him to see, tongue wetting your lips hungrily, a little go-ahead.

Your brows furrow as he buries himself slowly, groaning with it, his chest rumbling against your back.

The stretch burns hot and you’re so full, feel him so deep, biting down on your bottom lip to save crying out, face screwed up. Your feet barely touch the ground, pinned up against the basin by his pelvis, his hand which creeps between your body and the sink to hook under you and tease at your clit. You can’t wait to watch the faint, spotty bruises bloom on your thighs from the bite of the counter (moreover, you can’t wait for Jamie to kiss them in apology, eat you out to make it up to you. Maybe it’s greedy, looking forward to the next time before this one’s even over. You can’t convince yourself to care.).

“Atta girl, fuckin, split apart on me. I'm so proud of you.” Jamie huffs, sighing finally when he feels his tip prodding up by your cervix, zeros in on how impossibly tight you’re choking him, struggling to take it all at this angle.

The dopey little smile on his face when you find his eyes makes your heart melt, unable to stop yourself from letting out a satisfied, mindless giggle at him, at it all, and, like playful revenge, he cants his hips upward a bit, angling against your g-spot, and your eyes roll back, the ah-huh you let out a clear indication he’d gotten the best of you, there.

He barely moves inside you, at first, save for the most shallow lurches of his hips and whatever friction you can garner by rocking your own body, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his length. But, his fingers stroking over you gently alongside the squeeze of your tight pussy wrapped around the sheer size of him makes you squirm on his dick embarrassingly quickly, arching forward, away from him and over the sink while your hips move back and forth. You bite down on the back of your hand to stop yourself from yelping as your high grows closer, winding pressure building irresistibly.

“Already?” Jamie murmurs mockingly at how you’re moving on his cock, trying to take more of him, more of what won’t quite fit, you already painfully close to coming. His fingers rub steady circles between your thighs, sweeping down to where his cock is seated within you to swipe your leaking juices over your clit periodically. “I’ve barely even fucked you yet. Fuckin’ filthy.”

His mean words wind you higher and within moments he feels your cunt seize up around him, your high hitting you hard, all at once, squeezing obscenely on his cock, repeating fuck, fuck, fuck in whiny sobs like a mantra. He’s unmoving inside you, now, and he curses into the crown of your head as your body tosses, head falling forward.

“You cum so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart. Look at you.” Jamie muses, hand gabbing your chin, pushing your face up so you watch yourself in the mirror, watch him, you both elated, ready for more. You smile lazily at the mess of your hair and the stunned cast on your face and the lewd sounds between you, how messy your pussy is for him, clenching around him.

“So good.” You swear, breathing hard as your hand finds its place gripping the forearm Jamie uses to prop himself up, prop you both up, really, and your fingernails dig in. “Thank you, J. So fucking good.”

Carefully, in time with the sweet murmurs of “Good girl, taking me so well,” the drive of his hips picks up pace. Your eyes are rolling again, and the honeyed daze you’re stuck in is obvious as the faint aftershocks of your first climax glimmer up through you, jolting your body sporadically. Your cunt pulses around the fat cock rubbing against your g-spot as Jamie chases his own orgasm.

“You’re so good, letting me use your pretty cunt like this, even with your parents right downstairs. My best girl. Best fuckin’ girl.”

His chants fill your mind, making you lightheaded in the best way, and as his pelvis drives up into you faster, the fluttery little skirt of your dress tickles the tops of your thighs.

“Want me inside?” Jamie asks breathily, meeting your glassy eyes in the mirror, grind of his hips not slowing, like he wants you to struggle for words, he basks in it.

“Ye-ah. Yes. If you get cum– oh my god, Jamie.” He chuckles haughtily at how you can barely string together your words, your jaw hinging open around a moan when his hips stutter just right and one hand gropes at your tits over your dress.

“Can’t even fuckin’ speak. Fucked stupid on my fat cock, huh, baby?”

“Fuck off. I’ll kill you if you cum on this dress.” You swallow hard to talk steady, and vow between your whimpery moans. Vague memories of where you are right now slink back, making you shudder, contract around him so sharply it hurts, a fresh lick of your wetness dribbling down his shaft filthily.

“Shut ah– shut up.” He manages— though he’d maybe laugh at your promise if he wasn’t balls-deep in your dripping cunt, so tiny around him. You feel, where his thighs press to your ass, where your hand clutches his forearm: his muscles tremble beneath the skin, holding back only enough to stop the both of you from erupting in a way sure to get you caught. Regardless, with the steady drive of his pelvis– the heady pleasure-pain of him nudging against your cervix, you barely stand a chance.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, sweetheart. Know ya want to.” He presses down on your clit hard, frothy slick and the quick pound of his cock in and out and in all you need to finally clear the edge, your body giving way to him entirely as your weight falls limp against the sink, crying out for him, savouring the tender way he pulls you close, his deep voice rumbling “Messy baby, creaming all over my dick. Such a good girl for me.” talking you down through it.

Your hole contracting around him pathetically, like it’s trying to push him out, the stimulation too much, is what cracks him, finally, like you’ve wanted for weeks. He snaps his hips hard into yours once more, and he’s cooing your name, throaty and broken with no regard for the party downstairs as he pumps his white-hot load against your tender cervix.

You’re humming his name contentedly, gratefully, all soft smiles and uneven breaths as he stills inside you, brushing your hair back over your heaving shoulders and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Ready to go back down?” Jamie asks, smoothing your dress out over your stomach like he’s not still buried deep inside you, softening slowly. You run your hands over your clammy face as you remember everything, now, how it surely won’t be long before someone comes looking for either of you.

You ignore Jamie’s sarcastic little chide, grasping the basin as he pulls out carefully, sighing with the motion, only to quickly push his hand up against your swollen pussy, now heartbreakingly empty as you spasm, pushing his cum out over his fingers and your inner thighs.

Like it’s the dirtiest thing you’d felt today, you blush, dipping your head in the mirror, avoiding your own gaze. Jamie feels his cock twitch at it as he pulls your panties back over your sensitive mound, wiping his messy fingers clean on the soft fabric by the waistband, and you’d nearly complain about that, but your thoughts are still a little airy and, fuck, facing your family is coming close to the forefront of your mind.

“I never wanna go back down.” You huff, spinning to face Jamie, finally. He’s tucking himself back into his slacks, straightening out his clothes, trying to ignore how that dress just flared as you spun, once a-fucking-gain.

“Doing it here was an awful idea.” You determine.

Your mouth is wrecked and glistening from all the biting and panting and Jamie wants, so badly, to kiss you, but he thinks you might throw a fit if he tries right now (or if he tells you he told you so, which is tempting), so he just laughs, his own cheeks a little red from the shame of it.

“It was hot, though. While I was buried in you, y’know.”

His breath hitches when your shoulders slump and you comment, “Don’t flirt with me, now,”, and your arm curls around his body, fingers dipping into his back pocket. His exhale comes slow when you pluck his car keys, circling them around one finger playfully.

“I’m gonna text mom and dad. Tell them that Maddie from study group picked me up in a crisis or something. I’ll be in your car waiting.”

Your amusement grows as Jamie’s eyes widen a little, brows furrowed and mouth hung open, floundering in a way you’ve never seen from him.

“Baby, no– why do I have to go alone? How am I meant to go shake your dad’s hand and say goodnight after that?”

“Yeah… You should definitely wash your hands, first.” You deadpan, nodding solemnly.

When he cuts you an aghast look, you raise your hands in surrender and hold back a laugh, continuing, “Okay. I’ll go say goodnight with you. Tell them Maddie’s in crisis and you’re dropping me off on your way home.”

And it works, you think, as nervous as you both are. If anyone were to look close enough, they’d find the angry crescent nail-marks in Jamie’s forearm as he shakes your dad’s hand, confirms the plans they have to take the boat out the next day.

Maybe they’d notice the way your pretty lips are swollen, your lipgloss gone entirely as you peck your grandparents’ foreheads. If it were lighter out, if they were looking and you moved quickly enough when you bent down to hug your mom goodnight, maybe they’d cop an eyeful of the milky white, sticky between your supple thighs.

But, they don’t. You’re off scot-free, in Jamie’s front seat then in his bed, where there’s no bated moans or holding back, and he can have you as loud as he wants, have you as long as he wants (and god, does he want.).

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yourfavewriteress · 4 years

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about that work crush (chapter 7) | jamie benn

Teaser: “A kiss could work.”

“Hat trick?”

“Yeah, it's when a player scores three goals in a game,” Jamie responded. “Rads had one last night.”

“Oh! That’s why they threw all the hats on the ice?”

Jamie smiled at you, nodding.

“I feel like an idiot for not knowing that when I’ve been here so long,” You pouted. “And for not having a hat to throw in Rads’ honor.”

“Here,” He took his hat off, placing it on your head. “Now, you have one.”

“Yeah, but you want me to sacrifice this for Alex?”

“If you want,” He shrugged.

“Actually, I think you should sign this,” You thought out loud. “The first hat you’re giving me.”

“I’m giving you more?” He laughed.

“Yeah, or I’ll steal them,” She shrugged. “You have too many hats for one person, I’ve seen your closet.”

“And, what were you doing in my closet?” He raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips.

“When you gave me a tour,” You rolled your eyes, slapping his leg lightly. You adjusted his hat on your head, “How do I look?”

Jamie laughed again as you posed. “Amazing.”

“Thank you,” You sighed, looking back at the ice. “I have so much stuff to get done before the month ends.

“How’s that going?” He asked.

“It’s pretty good,” You shrugged again. “I think I’m going to invest in new shoes because after 8 hours, these start to kill.”

“I’m pretty sure no heels were designed for the shifts you pull,” He laughed softly. “I don’t even get how you look this good with the lack of sleep you get.”

You blushed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know, I wish I could put a shield up in front of my face for fifteen seconds every time you say stuff like that.”

“I’d hate that,” He laughed. “You can’t hide from the truth.” You sat in silence for a few moments, your head still laying on him, just enjoying each other’s company.

You had gotten used to that at this point, just being around each other. Jamie couldn’t help but be mesmerized every time he thought abut you.You were everything he could have ever wanted; funny, beautiful, smart, successful, kind, and caring. He had grown to care about you so much in the time since you met, and he sometimes didn’t know what to do with his feelings.

He didn’t want to scare you off, but he felt like his head would explode if he didn’t make at least one move to show you he was serious about your relationship. He knew he was serious from day one.

You, on the other hand, were a bit of a slow-burner when it came to Jamie. He made you nervous, in a good way, but also in a terrifying way. You were worried that maybe you were reading into things too much. Does he actually like me?, you thought frequently. Could you just take his word for it?

“I really like you. I know I said it when I was drunk that one time but I wanted to make sure you knew for sure,” You admitted after your thoughts became too loud in your head. “If my constant blushing didn’t already make that clear.”

“I really like you,” He responded, nudging your leg with his. He could tell something was on your mind, but he wasn’t sure what. “I hope I make that clear as much as possible.”

“You do,” You nodded. You smiled at him, which comforted him slightly, but he knew they had to have an actual conversation soon about what exactly they were doing.

“So, are you going to let me get you on the ice now?” He asked, shifting the conversation to a lighter one.

“No,” You replied, immediately.

“Why not?”

“Because I would fall and I don’t like to fall.”

“I would catch you,” He said. “Every time.”

“As cute as that is,” You sat up, looking at him. “You guys make the ice look seriously dangerous.”

He reached over, turning his hat so that it was backwards on your head. “I’m not saying I want you to play in one of our games, Sof.”

“I think I could score a goal or two if you guys let me in the game, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Jamie, absolutely not,” You laughed, a sound Jamie found himself hearing a lot more recently. “I can’t even skate.”

He watched you closely as you grinned at him, your eyes sparkling. “I am a pretty good teacher.”

“Ugh,” You groaned. “I don’t have skates.”

Jamie tensed at the sound you made, feeling it everywhere. Physically, all the time you had been spending together was beginning to take a toll on him.

He found himself getting more touchy with you as the time went on, but he knew never to take it too far. You had gotten comfortable holding hands and leaning on each other, but had also managed to keep your action out of the bedroom.

While Jamie knew exactly what he wanted, which was you, you had the struggles of maintaining your professionalism in your workplace. As an employee of the franchise, and one of very few women working closely with the team, you knew she had to be careful with how quickly things moved along with Jamie.

However, you knew that there was something about your relationship with him that calmed you in her stressed moments. You could always think of him, and while it caused butterflies in your stomach, he reminded you of home. Every time you hugged, you always felt as ease. You knew that no matter what happened, you could count on Jamie to be there for you.

“Lucky for you, we have access to an entire hockey rink, which may or may not have extra skates for you,” Jamie teased, ignoring the sudden tension in his body. “I’m going to have a solution to everything you say.”

Attempting your best pout, “So, there’s absolutely no way that I can get out of this?”

“Hmm,” He hummed. You watched as his eyes dipped down your face, “A kiss could work.”

You didn’t have to think before leaning over and pressing your lips to his. He responded almost immediately by grabbing your face in his hands, pulling you closer. You’re at the rink, he had to remind himself. He really wanted to kiss you, along with some other things, but he also knew he wanted to have a conversation first due to your current working arrangements.

Some days he wished there wasn’t the added complication of seeing you mostly at work, where his teammates could chirp him for being soft. And he hated your workload, that had you tired almost every day with hardly any free time.

But, he still cherished moments like this, where he was allowed to show you how much he liked you and wanted to be with you. And, he hoped he could be able to express that on your planned date later that night.

“Aw, you guys,” You and Jamie pulled away from each other to be met with a smirking Tyler on the ice. “So wrapped up in each other that you didn’t even notice me come out. How cute.”

“You are the definition of annoying,” Jamie said, before looking back at you. “Can I walk you back to your office?”

“Yes,” You nodded, standing up. “Bye, Tyler.”

“Bye, Y/N.” He laughed. “Tell your boyfriend to be nice to me.”

As you turned around to leave, you heard Jamie clear his throat at the same time a loud slap sounded. You turned back to the men, raising your eyebrows as Tyler rubbed his shoulder, glaring at Jamie.

“Everything okay?” You asked, slowly.

“He just hi-”

“-Yeah, come on,” Jamie said, placing his hand on your back and gently moving you forward.

“Keep your hands to yourselves, boys,” You said, laughing lightly.

“Wasn’t me,” Tyler said from behind you both. “Tell that to him.”

You continued walking, exiting the rink and falling into stride next to each other in the halls of the arena.

“Are you gonna tell me why you hit him?” You tried not to smile as Jamie rolled his eyes.

“He’s an idiot,” He shrugged.

“Or, because he called you my boyfriend,” You said. Jamie blushed, looking forward as you walked.

“Now, who’s the tomato,” You joked, locking your arm with his. He smiled at the contact, letting out a sigh.

“I told Tyler I was going to ask you today, as in tonight after practice but he jumped the gun,” He admitted. “Which is why he’s an idiot and I can’t tell him anything.”

“Ask me now,” You said, shrugging slightly. You were certain he could hear the thundering of your heart as you spoke, and took your chance to unlock your office door.

Jamie looked down at you, “Now?”

“Yes, now. What’s a couple hours difference?” You shrugged again. He smiled at your response, pulling you into your office.

“Do you wan-” You cut him off by kissing him. He didn’t even have to ask, you knew your answer. What you had with Jamie was something you had never experienced before, complete safety with a lot of physical attraction.

“Yes,” You mumbled against his lips. “Obviously, yes.”

“Good,” He smiled. “Are we still on for tonight? Even though you forced me to ask you now instead of later?”

“Yes, we’re still on,” You said, looking up at him. He pecked your lips again, wrapping his arms around you. You stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of each other, especially now since you had a label for what you were.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” Jamie finally said, pulling back enough to look at you He searched your face, grinning when he saw the redness of your cheeks.

“What?” You basically whispered, his stare suddenly exciting every nerve in you body.

“You’re beautiful,” He responded, his eyes finding yours again. “And, I’m kind of shocked that you’re mine, but I’m fucking lucky.”

You shook your head, leaning up to press another kiss to his lips, “I’m the lucky one. Haven’t you heard all the girls cheering for you every night? That’s not just for your skills on the ice.”

He laughed, “Whatever.” Sighing, Jamie squeezed you one last time in his arms before pulling away. “Okay, for real now, I’ll see you later before Segs thinks we’re up to something.”

Would that be so bad?

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laurenairay · 1 year

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Writing prompts-

So many to choose from but....

3) “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.”- with Oleksiak

3 - “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” – Jamie Oleksiak

1.2k words.

First prompt of the batch – let’s do this! I hope you enjoy!

There he was, standing across the room, in all of his 6ft7 glory. Jamie Oleksiak, the man who still held your heart, despite breaking it over a year ago. If you’d known he’d be here at this bar then you wouldn’t have come anywhere near it, but here you were drink in hand, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement.

Maybe it was a little pathetic, more than a little ridiculous, that this guy still had such a hold over you after shattering your heart into a thousand pieces, but he was Jamie. You could never forget your first real love, not when he looked like that, not when he’d been perfect up until breaking up with you out of the blue. Part of you would always love him, you knew that, but that didn’t mean seeing him laughing and smiling across the room was any easier.

Then again, catching eyes with him was infinitely worse.

Jamie’s beautiful blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch in your throat, your whole body freeze up, and by the time you’d recovered enough to shake your head out of your stupor, he was already walking over to you. Brilliant.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“What are you doing here, Jamie?” you sighed, trying desperately to coolly ignore his flirting.

“Can’t a guy want to party every now and again?” he asked, smirking slightly.

Rather than reacting outwardly to that smirk, like the butterflies rioting in your stomach were, you just rolled your eyes.

“I meant here, in Dallas. You fucked off to Seattle after breaking up with me, remember?” you said dryly.

“I didn’t just fuck off to Seattle, I was picked in the expansion draft-” he mused.

Technicality.

“-and we’re playing the Stars tomorrow, so we’re in town for tonight,” Jamie finished, shrugging.

“And that means you’re bothering me…why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jamie just grinned, sending shivers down your spine. “If you’re really that bothered by me coming over to say hi, baby, then I’ll go.”

“I’m not your baby,” you shot back.

He just stayed silent as you took a sip of your drink, grin widening when you didn’t tell him to leave, like the idiot you were. Weak and foolish for him, just as you used to be. That much hadn’t changed, clearly.

“So how have you been?” he asked, leaning up against the bar top.

“Good. Better than when you broke my heart. Are you really here to make small talk?”

Jamie winced but laughed softly, shaking his head. “You haven’t changed at all. I’ve missed that. I miss you, that fire I lov-”

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it,” you said sharply.

“Say what?” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

“That you love me.”

“Why not? You know it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. You just think you love me because you miss how easy our relationship was,” you said, scowling slightly.

Jamie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I think I know my own feelings. I love you.”

“Yeah, right, okay let’s pretend for one second that you love me – what does that change, hm? Does that magically solve anything? You broke up with me, remember?” you scoffed.

“Sweetheart, come on…”

“Don’t call me sweetheart! Jesus, Jamie, what is going on with you?” you asked incredulously, “You broke up with me. You have made no attempt to contact me at all and here you are saying you miss me? That you love me? What is this bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit. I was an idiot, sweetheart, leaving you behind when I should’ve begged for you to come with me. I missed you the second I stepped on that plane and I’ve been kicking myself for not fighting harder, for taking what I thought was the easy way out. And then I was too ashamed to call you, to text you, when I knew you deserved better. When I saw you across the bar tonight, it felt like I got a second chance to make things right with you. Please tell me I still have a chance?”

Your lips parted in shock as the words poured out of his mouth, far more eloquent in revealing his feelings than he ever had been when the two of you were together. In all honesty, you were stunned, confused, flustered, and so many other things, all of his words ones that you’d wanted to hear for so long and yet now that you’d heard them? It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Jamie, I…”

You trailed off into silence, not finding the words as his continued to overwhelm you, Jamie just standing there staring at you, his pretty blue eyes pleading their case.

“I don’t know what to say,” you eventually murmured, hands clutching at your empty drink glass.

The confidence in his body seemed to drain away, causing him to lean even more against the bar. “I guess I picked the worst possible place to try to win you back, huh?”

You chewed your bottom lip briefly before you sighing, smiling sadly. “Yeah I’m not really sure what you expected to happen, J.”

Something in his eyes sharpened at the use of his nickname, and he tilted his eyes as he made eye contact with you properly again, sending shivers down your spine once more.

“If I called you, would you answer?”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If I picked up the phone and called you, like I wish I’d done hundreds of times over, would you answer?” he repeated, staring you down.

“Uh, depends on the context, I guess,” you said hesitantly.

“I want to fight for us. I already told you that I know I’m an idiot for breaking up with you. So if I called you, every day, to restart what I should never have thrown away, would you give me that second chance?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the implication of his words. “You want us to try long distance?”

“It could work. We don’t know until we try, right? I know that I don’t deserve you to even give this a shot, but I’ll get down on my knees right here right now to beg you if you want,” Jamie said, eyes serious even if he was smiling.

“Oh my god J, don’t kneel down here, the floor is disgusting,” you groaned, cheeks heating regardless at the thought of the action.

Jamie grinned, stepping a little closer to you, those traitorous butterflies igniting in your stomach again. “So you’ll answer if I call?”

You bit your bottom lip as you stared deeply into his blue eyes, gasping softly as his hand moved to rest on your waist.

“I…I guess I can answer the phone. But I’m not promising more than once,” you said simply.

You had to protect your heart. If he couldn’t deliver what he promised, fighting for the two of you long distance, making up for breaking your heart, then you couldn’t put yourself through that again. But he was right – you didn’t know until you tried, and you knew you would regret it if you said no.

“Baby you won’t regret this, I promise,” he said happily, hands squeezing your waist to punctuate his words.

You could only hope he was right this time.

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Unexpected - Jamie Oleksiak

Word Count: 3613

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, language, cooking (is that a warning hahaha)

Notes: You all better thank the anons that sent me love tonight, especially the one that called me a queen. Girl we are all Queens! But I love you so much you get this Jamie O story early!!! Happy Reading and thank you guys for hitting 500! Peace, Love and Hugs all!

When you met Jamie at a mutual friend’s house, it wasn’t surprising that he caught your eye. At six foot seven, the man literally drew attention just by walking through the door. Though his frame made him quite intimidating; it wasn’t until later in the evening that you learned how much of a gentle giant the man truly was. His eyes were kind and his smile sweet, a combination that set your heart racing. There was really only one answer to give him when he asked you out to dinner, and that was yes.

The two of you exchanged phone numbers; talking and texting over the next few days until both of your schedules finally coincided. As soon as you got home, you plugged in your curling wand to touch up a few curls and set to fixing your makeup. Making sure to put waterproof mascara on, as it had been raining all day long. The lights flickered but you paid it no mind as you continued getting ready for your date. You weren’t sure if the restaurant you were going to would be fancy or casual, so you kept your outfit simple. Wearing skin-tight black pants and pairing it with a burgundy long sleeve low cut peplum top. It showed just the right amount of cleavage. Satisfied with your look, you headed out to grab a pair of strappy black heels to top the outfit off.

That’s when you noticed the lightning flash through the windows. It was really coming down now. Wind pounding against the siding of your house. Thunder rumbled as the doorbell sounded, and you found yourself jumping in surprise. Scrambling to the door, you opened it to find Jamie, half soaked from his short walk from his car. You ushered him in without even saying hello, and promptly closed the door behind him.

“Hi there,” you finally managed to squeak out. “It’s really coming down out there.”

“Yeah, about that.” He ran his hands through his wet locks, his head bent low as he said. “I’m really sorry but our dinner reservations just got canceled. Apparently, a tree fell on the building or something.”

“Oh…no big deal, we can go anywhere.”

“It’s kind of a mess out there, maybe we should just reschedule.” You couldn’t mask the disappointment on your face. It wasn’t that you wanted to go out to some fancy restaurant, heck you would’ve been happy with McDonald’s. Spending time with Jamie is what you really wanted.

“I mean sure, we can do that if you want; or we could just make something here.”

The shy smile that played across his lips grew into an all-out grin. “I’d like that.”

“Ok then, dinner here it is. Here, let me take your coat.” Taking the wet garment you hung it up, then headed to the kitchen; Jamie following behind. “Umm…let me see. I’ve got some chicken here.” You dug deeper into the refrigerator searching for other ingredients to go with it. “Oh, do you like chicken alfredo?”

“Sounds delicious.”

“Great! I make a killer alfredo sauce.” Grabbing the remaining ingredients you set them on the counter, then went back to the fridge. Glancing in the crisper, you took out stuff for a salad to go along with your meal. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink. I’m a horrible host.”

Jamie chuckled, a sound you felt deep within you. “I’d say you’re doing a great job, considering this is the spur of the moment.” When you turned to look at him, you saw his eye taking in your appearance. “I haven’t been a very good date either since I forgot to mention how beautiful you look.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment, and you bit the corner of your bottom lip, a bad nervous habit you had. “Thank you.” You countered. “Aside from the wet head, you look pretty good yourself.” You set the vegetables aside, then turned back to Jamie. “So, about that drink? I’m thinking wine. I mean we are going Italian here.”

“Sounds perfect, what can I do to help?” Opening the cupboard you grabbed two glasses and a bottle of your favorite Cabernet, then handed the bottle off to him.

“For starters, you can open this, then I’ll get you started on making the salad.” While Jamie worked on uncorking the wine, you got out the pots and pans you needed to make the chicken alfredo. By the time you had chicken in the pan and went over to wash your hands, Jamie had the wine poured and handed you a glass.

“Here’s to the unexpected and everything that comes along with it.” It was an interesting toast, and you were hoping that only good things would come for the rest of the evening. You clinked your glass with his, both of you taking a generous sip; then you set the glass aside.

“Now let’s get cooking.” You went to hand him the container of greens when a loud crack of thunder scared you half to death and you dropped the container back on the counter as you practically jumped closer to Jamie. His hands came instinctively around you, and it took you a minute to regain your senses as you breathed in his clean manly scent. You felt his large hands rub soothing circles against your back. All you wanted to do was lean closer into him, but instead, you found yourself looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that thunder.”

“I’m not complaining.” He smiled down at you, and you felt your lips slide up in return. Slowly he leaned into you, as your heart started to beat a bit faster. That’s when you heard a pop in the pan.

“Shit!” You shifted out of his arms, to run over and flip the chicken. “I totally forgot about this.” He just laughed softly, some things had lousy timing. After the chicken interruption, the two of you continued making dinner. Jamie cutting up the salad, while you worked on the sauce. There was a stream of endless chatter as the two of you got to know each other better. He’d gently poke fun at something you would say, while you chirped him back about fighting on the ice all the time.

The water was boiling for the pasta when he came up behind you. “Dinner smells delicious.” He was so close, leaning over your shoulder, as you stirred the alfredo sauce. He bent down, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Would you like a taste?” Oh god, your cheeks flushed at the wording you’d just used, for you definitely weren’t thinking of the sauce at the moment.

“Sure.” You held the spoon up but gently blew on it before bringing it up to his lips. His hands slid around your waist as he drew himself closer for a taste, a movement that sent heat straight to your core. “Mmmm tastes even better than it smells.” Setting the spoon back down, you looked over your shoulder at him and noticed a small amount of sauce on his upper lip.

“You have some right…” You motioned to the spot but then decided to be bold. Moving your thumb up you brushed away the excess food, but when you went to move back, Jamie caught your wrist and drew your thumb into his mouth; swirling his tongue around it. Your knees went weak and your panties grew wet. The man hadn’t even kissed you yet, though if it was anything close to what he was doing now; you’d probably dissolve into a puddle. When he finally released the digit, his hand moved to cup your cheek, as his lips drew near. Eyes fluttering shut, you gave yourself over to Jamie. His lips were soft and gentle, just slowly caressing yours. He didn’t demand anything from you, just a melding of two people. He pulled back before deepening the kiss. You felt lightheaded, and just a bit dizzy, but all in the best way. He kept his hands around your waist, keeping you steady as you looked up into his smiling face. “That was nice.” You finally breathed out.

“Yeah, it was.” The grin that broke out on your face was infectious, as you could see the exact same one on Jamie.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of his embrace to finish up dinner. “Can you grab a couple of plates from that cupboard right there?” Taking the tongs, you picked out a piece of angel hair out of the boiling water to test it and see if it was done. It was perfect, so you tossed it into the colander and drained it. Jamie handed over the dishes and you artfully arranged the chicken alfredo and salad on it. Grabbing the wine, you and Jamie headed over to the table to finally start your first dinner date. “Bon appetit.” You said, raising your glass to Jamie’s.

He dug into the meal wholeheartedly. “Wow, this is amazing. You’re a really good cook.”

“Thanks.” You answered in between bites.

“This is so much better than when they make this for us before games.” He took another forkful.

“They cook for you all you guys before every game?”

“Yeah, both home and away, before or after practice as well; but nothing this good.” You weren’t a hundred percent sure he was telling the truth, yet it was still nice to hear. “So do you cook like this every night for yourself?”

“Well, not every night, but most. I actually like to bake more than cook.”

“Really? So, what are the chances I can get you to bake for me?” His cute little smirk came back out then and you felt yourself melt just a bit more.

“I’m sure it can be arranged.” The conversation went back and forth like that all through dinner. It was so easy to talk to Jamie, and while he initially came off as shy; once he seemed comfortable the conversation came easy. The storm continued on outside, and you suspected with the amount of rain coming down there would definitely be areas of flooding. The lights flickered a few times, before suddenly going out when a particularly loud bang of thunder and lightning hit. “Crap looks like we should’ve lit these candles.” You could barely make out the outline of Jamie’s tall frame, but then the lightning would strike again and it would illuminate his face. “Hold on and I’ll grab some more.” Carefully you made your way over to your purse and took out your phone, turning on the flashlight, so that you could get the matches from the kitchen. The soft candlelight gave the room an intimate glow, and so you lit some of the others you had strewn around the house. “There much better.” Since you’d both finished your meal and had just been sitting there chatting, you suggested the two of you move to the living room.

Jamie grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled both of your glasses before sitting down on the sofa. Instead of taking the seat on the opposite end of the couch away from Jamie, you decided to sit next to him, both of your knees tucked up underneath you. His arm rested across the back of the sofa and you felt him take one of your loose curls and twist it in his fingers, before saying. “You know, I think this has been a better first date, then what I originally planned.”

You smiled. “I think you’re right.” His hand moved to softly knead your neck, the touch gently coaxing you closer to his body. His free hand grabbed your wine glass and moved it to the end table, then reached over and cupped your cheek. You felt yourself lean into him, in anticipation of the kiss to come.

He was so close, as his eyes moved from your gaze to your mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He softly whispered, before his lips gently caressed yours. His hand at the back of your neck pressed you slightly forward and your hands moved to his chest, as you opened for him. His tongue swept in, stroking against yours, eliciting a moan from you. Each of you learning what the other liked as the kiss continued. Desire pool within you, and you found yourself wanting more. He slowly pulled away, and you whimpered from the loss of contact. His breathing was harsh, as he pushed your hair to the side to rain soft little kisses to your now exposed neck. “So sweet.” He murmured.

“Mmmm,” you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your lips when he hit a particular spot on you. Your hands threaded through his hair and he gently nipped at your skin, before returning to explore your mouth again. A low growl escaped him when you deepened the kiss. The kiss was needy, tongues swirling and seeking more from each other. His large hands roamed up and down your back, until they lightly caressed your sides, just barely touching the outside of your breasts. You moaned into his mouth, the sound primal and wanting. Finally, he cupped your breast through your shirt, running his thumb back and forth over your nipple. The action causing the dampness in your panties to become wetter.

You pulled back from the kiss, in order to catch your breath, though Jamie continued his assault on your nipples. Tossing your head back you moaned again in pleasure. His hands left you then, moving to the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

You hummed your agreement and raised your hands to assist him. His gaze took you in, and you could see the lust in his eyes. It spurred you on, and you moved to straddle him. Jamie placed his hands on your hips to help lift you onto him. You could feel his hard length through his pants and you were half embarrassed that he would feel how wet you truly were. All thoughts left your brain though when his mouth latched on to your nipple through the lace of your bra. Your hips rocked forward, feeling him hot and hard beneath you. Jamie growled, deep and low from his chest, as you tested the waters again by rocking gently into him. He slid your bra strap halfway down your arm, before taking your breast out and suckling on the nipple. Your hips start to move of their own accord, and vaguely you realize dry humping him before he stilled you with a hand on your hip. “Easy babe.” He tenderly breathed out.

He went back to kissing your mouth, this time at a slower pace. His tongue taking its time, just languidly swirling with yours, as he pressed your chest closer to his. His long fingers, traced down your spine, leaving your body covered in goosebumps, as he removed your lace bra. He was stoking a fire in your body and you wanted more. You unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his warm flesh. His muscles were hard, beneath your fingertips; and when he deepened the kiss, your nails dug into his skin.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that. His mouth molded to yours, unhurriedly kissing you in the soft candlelight. After an endless assault on your lips, his hands finally trailed down to your hips, where he slowly rocked them into his. You weren’t sure who moaned first, you or Jamie. Pulling back from his lips, you rained kisses all over his neck and chest, and he picked up speed. Moans filled the air, and before you knew what was happening, he lifted you off him and laid you back against the sofa. His large body loomed over you, and you licked your lips in anticipation. “Damn (Y/N), when you do that…” He blew out a breath. Your fingers hooked around the loop of his pants and you pulled him closer to you, that smirk that did unholy things to you returned to his face. There was nothing else you could do but kiss him.

His hands trailed over your body, as his large palm cupping your sex. A blush stained your cheeks, as you knew he could feel your wetness through the fabric of both your pants and panties. The heel of his hand, pressed down on your mound, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. “Mmm…Jamie.” Reaching up, you pushed his shirt off to caress his body; nails raking down his chest as he continued to rub your pussy.

He lifted his palm off you, only to move his hand to your waistband. His eyes looked at you questioningly before proceeding any further. You nodded your head for him to continue, and he wasted no time undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. You lifted your hips for him to shimmy your pants down. His heated gaze trailed down your body to your black lace thong. “Mmmm pretty. Did you wear this for me?” His fingers traced the outline of the lace, making you squirm underneath him.

On a breathy sigh, you tried to play coy by answering, “Maybe.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Only a maybe?” He trailed one finger over your clit down your slit, and when he heard your sharp intake of breath, he said. “If it’s only a maybe, then maybe we should stop.”

He let his finger circle your clit a couple times, then took his hand away. “Don’t stop Jamie. Please.”

“Please what (Y/N)? I need to know what you want.”

“I want you to touch me, Jamie, please.” There was neediness to your voice and you didn’t care.

“So, did you wear this for me? Were you hoping I’d see them and want to rip them off you?” Your hips bucked up and you moaned out a breathy yes. “Because I do (Y/N), I just want to tear them off and put my mouth on your sweet little pussy.” He hooked a finger, under the waistband and dipped it between your folds. “So wet.” You arched your back into the touch, as he took his now soaked finger and circled your clit. You were panting now, aching for more. “Lift up babe.” You did as commanded and were rewarded as he slid your panties off of you.

Trailing his hands, along the inside of your thighs, Jamie worked his way up to your core. He blew a breath on you, and your hips bucked. His strong arm came to rest across your midsection to hold you still, as his tongue flicked your clit. “Oh god, yes” you moaned out. It felt like you were on fire and his tongue had only touched you once. He licked again, the act making your body tingle all over. When his mouth latched on to your clit and he began to suck, you felt your orgasm start to build. Never in your life had you been this close to the edge this soon and if he hadn’t been holding you down, you were pretty sure you would’ve fallen off the cliff already. He continued to lap at your clit when you felt his finger slip between your folds and enter you. You gasped, inhaling sharply as pleasure course through you. “Oooohhh”

He started to pump his finger in and out of you. Your hips rising as much as they could with his arm stretched across you. “That’s it (Y/N)…” He breathed out. “Cum for me baby.” When his finger made a come here motion, that was all you needed. Sensations of pure bliss took hold of your body and your pussy spasmed all around his finger. You didn’t recognize the noises that came out of your mouth as you screamed out your pleasure. Jamie slow licks continued through your orgasm until you finally collapsed back on the couch; then he slowly climbed up your body. Bringing his face to yours, you kissed him, tasting your essence on his lips.

You skated your hands down his body, to his fly and undid the button there. Reaching down you felt his cock harden at your touch, and Jamie sucked in a breath through his teeth. As you stroked him you realized that he was a large man in every sense of the word. For a minute, you were nervous about his size; but then he kissed you again and all the nerves left. You pushed his pants and boxers off him and his cock sprang free. It felt hot and heavy in your hand as you stroked it a few times until his hand grabbed your wrist to stop you. “I don’t know if we…” His voice trailed off.

The electric came back on then, lighting up the room with a million watts of power. The two of you both squinted from all the light. You took the moment to resume stroking Jamie. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His tone serious and respectful, and you knew if you told him to stop he would.

“Jamie, I want this…I want you.”

“Then maybe we should move this into the bedroom.” It was the perfect suggestion and you nodded your agreement. He lifted off your body, extending his hand to help you up.

You quickly blew out the candles, before grabbing his hand and leading him back the hallway. “You know, this has been the best first date I’ve ever had.”

He kissed you hard as you crossed over the threshold of your bedroom. “It’s not over yet babe.”

#Jamie Oleksiak #Jamie Oleksiak imagine #Jamie Oleksiak imagines #Jamie Oleksiak smut #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl smut #hockey smut #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars imagines

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Between Two 16.5 (again)

I stabbed at the last piece of steak on my plate with my free hand, catching Jamie’s eyes as I brought the fork to my mouth. He raised an eyebrow and I smiled.

“Need some help?” He slid a knife across the table and I nodded to my left where Alex clutched my hand tightly.

“He won’t let go.”

“Here, let me-” I shook my head and took a giant bite, wiggling happily in my seat as I chewed. He shot me a toothy grin and shook his head. “How did I get so lucky?”

“No idea what but you must’ve done something right.”

“Clearly.” He reached out and swiped a thumb over the corner of my mouth, licking it clean before he sat back. I leaned close and kissed him warmly, shifting closer and wincing at the way my shoulder twisted.

“Alex, could you... do you mind?”

“Not a chance.”

I tugged hard and he responded by scooting closer, nodding to both of us to continue as he sipped his drink.

“Um, not that I don’t support this,” TJ waved his hand towards our end of the table with a frown, “but can we keep the PDA to a minimum. It was a good meal and I’d like to keep it down.”

“Teej, if I had a dollar for every time I had to watch you and Lauren make out-”

“You’d what?”

“I’d be filthy fucking rich.”

“Amen to that.” Evgeny raised his glass and laughed before throwing it back. “Let them live. They’re young and in love.”

“I’m two years older than you but thanks. And I was just going to tell him how much I appreciate this but I guess I can save that for later.”

Jamie leaned in and brushed my ear with his nose, pressing a soft kiss to the skin he found. I shivered under his warm breath and fell against him, still stuck in Alex’s vice.

“To be completely honest, I’d prefer you did.”

My cheeks burned as I blushed hard and I cleared my throat quietly, the possibilities of tonight swirling in my head. The smirk on his face was doing nothing to help me and I stood abruptly.

“I’m going to go get a drink. Anybody want anything?”

TJ and Evgeny shook their heads but Alex stood, grabbing his empty glass and nodding. He followed me to the bar and rested his elbows on the dark wood, shooting me a grin after he ordered.

“You gonna tell me what’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been quiet all night.” I dropped onto a stool and he continued. “You didn’t come to the game. Have you talked to him?”

“Alex-”

“Because he is out of his mind right now. Has been since you left. I think you broke his heart, Grace.”

“He broke mine first!”

It came out too fast, far to loud for the empty restaurant we stood in. I could hear my own heart beating rapidly and one glance at the room we’d just come from let me know that everyone had heard my outburst. Jamie watched me through a small window and I chewed on my lip as he frowned. Alex set a hand on my forearm and I shook out of his grasp, leaning in before I spoke again.

“I don’t know if you remember but Tom and I tried to make things work. It was a long time ago and a huge mistake- almost cost us our friendship. It was six months of absolute hell and, in the end, he was the one to pull the trigger. He was the one who couldn’t manage to keep it in his pants. He was the one who hopped into bed with the first girl he saw.”

Uncovering a buried hatchet stung badly and I threw back the drink that had been set in front of me, tapping the bar twice before I continued.

“Rather than admit we were better off, rather than work through whatever shit we were dealing with, he cheated on me.”

“Gracie, that’s in the past.”

“Exactly. It’s in the past, Alex. I’ve moved on. I’m happy now.”

“So I don’t see why you two can’t work this out.”

“Because he seems to think that I still belong to him. Every guy I brought around, every chance I took at moving on, he quashed it as soon as he could. You have no idea how hard it was to keep everything from you guys but fuck, what should I have done? Whatever started between Jamie and I was... different. It was good. I didn’t want him to do what he always did and-”

“Ruin it.”

“Exactly.”

He pulled me into his chest, a hard and tight hug that melted me. The smell of his cologne and his hand on my back brought tears to my eyes and I felt a weight come off of my shoulders as I sagged against him.

“I’m sorry I never said anything about Jamie.”

“I’m sorry too. Grace, if I’d had any idea... I’m sorry.”

#jamie oleksiak #pittsburgh penguins fanfic #jamie oleksiak imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl fic #hockey fic #nhl one shot #hockey one shot #between two fic #between two

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wyattjohnston · 3 years

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It's August and all fics have been posted! I can't thank everyone enough for participating, and look forward to seeing you again in December for the next one. Click here if you want me to let you know when sign ups open!

Below the cut is a masterlist of all the fics, including who wrote them and who they were for.

I highly recommend reading them all, even if they aren’t for players you usually read.

Please heed all warnings on fics prior to reading. If a writer has marked something as smut or 18+ and you are underage, do the right thing and do not read it.

SUMMER EXCHANGE 2K21 MASTERLIST

ANAHEIM DUCKS

Jamie Drysdale

- four times he thought he didn’t love you + one time he realized he was in love with you by @brandtsclarke for @ idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

CALGARY FLAMES

Jacob Markstrom

- Swedish Summer by @matbaerzal for @ bqstqnbruin

Matthew Tkachuk

- Home to Mama by @ya-pucking-nerd for @ slapshot-to-the-heart

- On Your Right by @calgarycanuck for @ raysofcrosby

CHICAGO HAWKS

Kirby Dach

- Surprise by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ leafs-forever

COLORADO AVALANCHE

- find somewhere to grow by @nugnthopkns for @ ya-pucking-nerd

Cale Makar

- You Say I Am Loved by @laurenairay for @ blueskrugs (pinch hitter)

Nathan MacKinnon

- The Night Everything Changed by @ghstandpucks for @ huttons

- Send For Me by @princessphilly for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

- Do I Wanna Know? by @danglesnipecelly for @ shelbsatans

- again someday... by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 for @ toplinetommy

- A Lie to Love by @fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan for @ broadstbroskis

- no better company than you by @broadstbroskis for @ ghstandpucks

Tyson Jost

- ONE LOVE, ONE KISS, ONE DRINK, ONE SONG, ALL YOU by @raysofcrosby for @ antoineroussel

- 4 times you ruined his plans + 1 time they were ruined on their own by @bqstqnbruin for @ sorryjustafangirl

- i wouldn't be here (if i didn't love you) by @blueskrugs for @ matbaerzal

- just put your sweet lips on my lips by @fuckyeahmattytkachuk for @laurenairay (pinch hitter)

Ryan Graves

- take the summertime to grow by @museinmind for @ nugnthopkns

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

- you ruined new york for me by @shelbsatans for @ rosesvioletshardy (Beauvillier / Reader / Barzal love triangle)

Anthony Beauvillier

- Summer Haze by @no-pucks-given for @ miracleonice87

Mat Barzal

- Always Be Venice to Me by @senditcolton for @ calgarycanuck

- Paradise by @romanseggy for @ texanstarslove

OTTAWA SENATORS

Tim Stützle

- what home is by @sorryjustafangirl for @ timstuetzle

Josh Norris

- common tongue by @timstuetzle for @ brandtsclarke

PHILADLEPHIA FLYERS

Joel Farabee

- fell in love with you in stages by @antoineroussel for @ museinmind

Travis Konecny

- Accidental First Aid by @luvsherleafs for @ fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS

Sidney Crosby

- big, big plans by @miracleonice87 for @ danglesnipecelly

- worth the wait by @leafs-forever for @ princessphilly

SEATTLE KRAKEN

Jamie Oleksiak

- I Swear To You by @laurenairay for @ romanseggy

- maybe we can see the seaside by @texanstarslove for @ no-pucks-given

ST LOUIS BLUES

Colton Parayko

- can you believe it? by @slapshot-to-the-heart for @ goburkygo

VEGAS GOLDEN KNIGHTS

Nolan Patrick

- 4 times he tried saying i love you, and the 1 time he did by @rosesvioletshardy for @ luvsherleafs

WINNIPEG JETS

Pierre Luc Dubois

- Now That I Need You by @toplinetommy for @ senditcolton

#the summer fic exchange 2k21 #exchange masterlist

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hockey-fics · 3 years

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Broken Promises and Forbidden Relationships ~ Jamie Oleksiak

Summary: Having Roope as your best friend was one of the best things in your life. The biggest downside had always been how protective he got. So you made a promise to never get involved with one Dallas Star defensemen in particular...but sometimes feelings are stronger than past promises.

Word Count: ~10.5k

Warnings: Language, very cliche, a lot of drama.

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Huge shoutout to @klingeroopesalove for the idea and then being the most patient person on planet earth for waiting so stupidly long for me to finish it.

A/N: There’s a few sentences in Finnish throughout this. I tried my absolute best with the translations. I don’t speak Finnish so I had to rely on contextual dictionaries for this so I’m really, really sorry if I butchered it! Also, it’s not my best writing in general and I don’t love it, but I hope you enjoy it!

Roope had been the older brother you never biologically had since you were 7. When your parents, the free-spirits they were, had decided to sell the house you had lived in for the first seven years of your life on a whim. But rather than move across town or to a new city or even a different state they decided to start fresh in Tampere, Finland. You moved into a house across the street from another family that your parents quickly befriended and the next thing you knew Roope was showing up at your front door every morning to walk you to school. And after the end of the school day he would show up at your classroom door to walk home with you. He was only one year older than you but he very quickly became protective over you, you were the epitome of a new kid and he wanted to make things as easy for you as possible. And just as quickly you grew attached to Roope, the first day he was sick and couldn’t walk with you to school left you crying so hard your mom agreed to take you herself, leaving her forty minutes late to work.

You had always talked about moving back to the United States growing up. It wasn’t that you disliked Finland, in fact, in many of your daydreams about the USA it felt more like a temporary stop. To reconnect with some of your earliest memories before moving back to Finland eventually.

Saying goodbye to Roope when he moved to Texas after being signed by the Dallas Stars was one of the hardest days of your life. But in retrospect the sadness you felt was overkill. Because within four months you were also living in Texas. And you had adapted incredibly easy to the move. But you knew you had Roope to thank for that, for being the catalyst to finally doing what you said you were going to do.

“Mind if we pick up Y/N on the way?” Roope asks, turning his head to look across the interior of his car at Jamie. Jamie’s car was in the shop and when he mentioned getting a rental car for the day Roope told him he could just carpool to and from practice that day with him instead of going through that hassle. What he didn’t think about was the fact that he had agreed to pick you up on his way home for a movie night at his apartment.

Jamie glances over at Roope with a mischievous grin. He had heard all about you. As had the rest of the team and most likely anybody who Roope had talked to. Everybody knew you were Roope’s best friend and even though he had never said it out loud everyone was well aware of the reason he never brought you around to meet the team. He was protecting you. Protecting you from the possibility of you falling for and getting hurt by one of his teammates. He would try to protect you from getting your heart broken by any guy in the world if it was possible, but the best he could logistically do was keeping you from his teammates.

“No problem,” Jamie replies easily, turning back to look out through the front window of the car.

Roope stops at a red light, glancing back over at Jamie. “Don’t make it weird.”

“Why do you think I would?”

“Because she’s…,” Roope’s voice fades out as he presses on the gas, accelerating through the intersection. “I don’t….she’s really pretty, I guess,” Roope mutters in the way a brother would talk about his sister, uncomfortable even acknowledging the fact that someone might look at you in a way that was more than just friendly.

Jamie chuckles, shaking his head. “Fine, I won’t make it weird,” Jamie assures him with finality, sounding more reassuring than Roope felt.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, drawing your attention away from the book you were reading. ’I’m here’ the text message from Roope reads. Swiping your keys from the counter and your bag from beside the door you head out, hurrying down the stairs and outside.

Approaching Roope’s familiar vehicle you reach out for the door handle on the passenger’s side, pausing when you notice a person in the passenger’s seat already. Before you have the chance to get to the backseat the door opens.

“You can have the front seat,” the man tells you and after a couple moments you recognize him as Jamie Oleksiak. Oleksiak. You were more familiar with him by his last name after watching almost ever single one of Roope’s games.

“No, no,” you tell him quickly, watching as he steps out of the car. But your hand is already on the back door. “Get back in,” you laugh, gesturing towards the car.

Jamie shakes his head, an amused smile on his lips. “I’m the one messing up your movie date.”

“It’s not…it’s not a date…and you’re definitely not messing anything up.” You weren’t sure where that need to clarify came from. You had joked about dating Roope more times than you could count. About how often he would pay for your meals out, picking you up and taking you home, texting and FaceTiming constantly when you weren’t together. But you wanted Jamie to know it wasn’t like that. And even though you wanted to deny it, it was pretty hard to convince yourself that it wasn’t simply because of Jamie. Because of his tall figure towering over you. Because of the grin on his lips as he looked down at you. Because of the tattoos covering his muscular arms, partially obscured by the sleeve of his t-shirt. Because of his piercing eyes locked on yours. And maybe, just maybe, you finally understood the jokes Roope had made to you about keeping you away from his friends. Because you really had underestimated just how attractive Jamie really was, the brief shots of him on the television screen during games doing him no justice.

Jamie chuckles, his hand resting casually on top of the car door in a way you knew would look ridiculous if you ever tried. “I’m not the one making it weird,” Jamie says, turning to look back into the car at Roope.

You narrow your eyes as you lean down to look through the interior of the car, watching Roope turn his head to look back at you. “Mene vain autoon, Y/N,” Roope says, telling you to get in the car.

You blink a few times as Roope begins to speak Finnish, something he only ever did when he was frustrated with you or wanting to tell you something privately when other people were around. “Mikä sinua vaivaa?” You reply, voice hushed as you ask him what his problem was while climbing into the backseat of the car.

You watch as Jamie apprehensively gets back into the passenger’s seat, eyes shifting back and forth between you and Roope.

“Älä flirttaile hänen kanssaan,” Roope warns, telling you not to flirt with Jamie as he turns back around in his seat to look out through the front window.

“En flirttaillut hänen kanssaan,” you state harshly, letting Roope know you weren’t flirting with Jamie. But perhaps it was a slight lie. With the way you made it very clear that he wasn’t messing up your day, the way your eyes lingered on his just a little too long. You turn your head to the other side of the car, noticing Jamie glancing back at you. “Sorry,” you tell him with a soft smile. “Someone doesn’t know it’s rude to speak in a language their guest can’t understand,” you state, a jab at Roope, playful, but still a jab.

Jamie chuckles, not looking back out the front window for a few minutes. “I’m Jamie, by the way,” he tells you, now settled in the car and realizing nobody had even done introductions. Not that they needed to be done. You had watched Jamie play more times than you could possibly count and he had heard more stories about you than he could possibly count.

“Nice to meet you,” you tell him, stopping yourself before saying ‘I know’. “I’m Y/N.”

“I know,” he says and you can’t help but smile at that, at how quickly he said exactly what you hadn’t. “Heard a lot about you.”

“Oh god, that can’t be good,” you joke, laughing as you slide into the seat behind Roope so you would have a better view of Jamie as you continued the conversation.

Jamie chuckles and turns his head to glance at you, the glance lingering longer than it should have and you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach coming alive with the way he was looking at you. “All good stuff,” he assures you.

“Good,” is all you can manage to whisper. It wasn’t like you to be at a loss for words, but your mind was a blank slate, empty under his gaze. But the second his eyes flick away from yours you know you’re in trouble, because all you want is for them to be back on you. “What are you doing this afternoon?” You blurt out and Jamie turns to look back at you while Roope glances in the rearview mirror, trying to figure out if you were really about to do what he thought you were.

Jamie shrugs, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I’ve got no plans.”

“Come watch a movie with us,” you suggest, trying to sound casual about it, not too eager.

“Y/N, ei,” Roope mutters, telling you no.

“I-,” Jamie begins, looking over at Roope and then back at you, seeming torn. “If you don’t mind.” You weren’t sure who the latter part was directed at, but you were pretty sure it was Roope given his uncomfortable tension through the entirety of the car ride.

“That’s fine,” Roope mutters. You know it’s not fine. You know he doesn’t want you to get close to his teammates. He never did.

Growing up in high school when everyday you were in the same building as the junior hockey team it was harder for Roope to keep you from getting hurt. And hurt is exactly what you got. Hurt by one of Roope’s teammates when he cheated on you after your five months together, a reasonable feat at 15 years old. And of course Roope hated him after that, but you made him promise that he wouldn’t let it impact how he played. That whatever happened during the 60 minutes of his hockey games had to be completely unrelated to what happened with you. And as far as you could tell, he upheld that promise back then.

But you weren’t going to let that one experience when you were 15 years old interfere with your life all these years later.

You’re in Roope’s apartment soon after, Jamie standing a few feet away, watching as you put a bag of popcorn in the microwave while Roope had disappeared somewhere in his apartment.

“What movie are we watching?” Jamie asks, watching you push the button for the popcorn on the microwave.

Turning to him you press your hip to the counter as the microwave whirs in the background. “I think the guest should pick.”

“You’re the guest here too,” Jamie points out.

Rolling your eyes playfully you cross your arms over your chest. “Hardly. I’m here almost as much as my own apartment.”

“Okay, well you have to at least help me out.”

Lifting your eyebrows you look up at him. “Oh, do I?”

Jamie nods, a smirk on his lips. “Yeah, you do.”

“Okay,” you tell him slowly, waiting for him to go on.

“What category of movie should I pick from?”

“Romantic…comedy, a comedy,” you tell him, quickly changing your answer when you considered the possibility of your suggestion coming across too strong. You weren’t going to deny that you were attracted to Jamie, but you couldn’t be that outright about it. You had to feel things out for now.

“Romantic comedy,” Jamie states, combining the two suggestions you made into one. It felt so easy, the way he said it, his voice gentle and sweet.

You feel your cheeks getting a little warm and you immediately divert your attention back to the microwave, eyes watching the numbers decreasing. You’re sure for a moment that time has slowed down to make you sit in this situation for longer than normal. “Can you grab a couple bowls?” you ask Jamie, nodding towards the cupboard behind him.

Jamie turns around and opens the cupboard door, reaching up to grab a couple of the bowls from the top shelf. As he does so you can’t help but look back in his direction, eyes taking in the sight before you. Sure, you knew you shouldn’t be staring. Maybe it was disrespectful or inconsiderate. He was just doing what you asked, helping you out, you shouldn’t be checking him out. But it felt like a magnetic pull that you didn’t know how to break from.

You don’t look away quick enough when Jamie turns back towards you, the two bowls in hand. You know that he had caught you staring. You knew it from the smirk on his lips as he extends his arm with the bowls, silent as he hands them to you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, taking them and setting them on the counter. Keeping your back to him you take the popcorn out of the microwave, dumping some into each of the bowls, trying to ignore the urge you had to look back and see if he was watching you. You were fairly sure he was, if not simply because you were the only other person in the room.

“No problem,” he replies, leaning against the counter.

When you look back over he’s already looking at you, but he’s unwavering in it. “He wasn’t lying.”

“Hm?” You hum, one hand resting against the counter as you look up at Jamie.

“Roope said you were really pretty…he wasn’t lying.”

You feel your heart hammering, loud and distracting in your own ears. “He must have forgotten to give me the same message about you.” Your eyes were focused on the counter, on the clock on the stove, briefly on Jamie’s lips, anywhere but his eyes. You were scared if you looked into his eyes you simply wouldn’t be able to look away, to hide the fact that you were falling for him harder and faster than you knew you should be.

“That I’m really pretty?”

And suddenly the tension in the room has changed. It’s lighter now as his comment makes you giggle. When you look over from where you were staring at the flashing light on the dishwasher you notice him already looking at you with an amused grin. “Yeah, you’re for sure one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen,” you joke.

“I’m flattered,” Jamie chuckles, reaching over and picking up at piece of popcorn.

A moment later you reach over as well, grabbing a few pieces as you step away from him and into the middle of the kitchen. “Catch,” you tell him, tossing a kernel of corn through the air.

Jamie instinctively reaches out, catching the popcorn in his hand with ease.

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Not with your hand, dumbass,” you tease. Occasionally it came back to you. Flirting in the same way you flirted as a teen, with a slight meanness to your comments. “Your mouth.”

Jamie laughs and you feel your cheeks warm up again. “Not…,” you begin, trailing off as you realize you didn’t need to clarify that you didn’t mean anything sexualize by it. You try again, tossing it towards him.

“You’re going to have to throw higher than that.”

“You’re too tall,” you giggle, trying to get some more height on the popcorn. “It’s too light,” you whine about the popcorn.

Jamie grabs a handful of popcorn, nodding for you to step back before he grabs one piece and throws it in your direction. You manage to catch the first kernel, laughing as you spin in a celebratory circle. Jamie tries again and this time you step overzealously to the side, your hip smacking against the corner of the kitchen island.

“Ow,” you whine, laughing as you grasp your hip.

“Are you okay?” Jamie asks, stepping over towards you, his hands hovering towards you, as if wanting to do something to help the situation but falling short of knowing what to do.

You can’t help but fall just a little more for him, for the way his eyes were filled with concern over such a little thing. “Yeah, completely,” you assure him, looking down at his hands. You watch him hesitantly bring one to the counter, resting it there in an attempt to look like he wasn’t unsure of everything he was doing. “Thanks for asking though.”

“Of course.”

You place both your hands onto the counter, hopping up onto it. For the first time you’re the same height as Jamie and you’re finally looking into his eyes for more than a couple fleeting seconds. “You have really nice eyes.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, eyes locked on his.

“Thank you,” Jamie replies, his own voice in a low whisper as he gravitates a little closer. He leans a little closer and you realize he’s looking into your eyes, really and truly looking into them. “Yours too.”

Jamie is standing directly in front of you now. You couldn’t stop your mind from flooding with all sorts of less than PG thoughts about Jamie standing so close to you, so close to standing between your legs. You can’t even manage to say anything over the volume of the thoughts in your head.

“What movie are we watching?” Roope asks, breaking you away from the moment you were having with Jamie.

“Jamie is picking,” you tell him, turning your head around to look over your shoulder at Roope. As Jamie steps back you slide off the counter, grabbing the two bowls of popcorn from the counter.

“A romantic comedy,” Jamie chimes in as you and him follow Roope into the living room.

Roope laughs as he plops down onto the recliner he always sat in. He always sat in the recliner so you could lay on the couch. “Oh, you’re not joking,” Roope comments, noticing he was the only one laughing.

“You’re going to make Jamie share the couch and popcorn with me?” You ask Roope, your tone lighthearted but your insides twisting into anxious knots. How did Jamie have such control over your feelings? He was just a guy. Just one of the most attractive guys you had seen in awhile. But just a guy.

“I don’t mind,” Jamie says, already sitting down on the end of the couch.

Nodding you walk over, sitting down a couple feet away from him as you set the bowl of popcorn between you two. You reach over for the remote, handing it to Jamie as you pull your legs up onto the couch, shuffling a little closer to him so you could reach the popcorn.

“Olen kolmas pyörä,” Roope mutters, complaining about feeling like a third wheel.

“Hiljaa,” you reply, telling him to shut up as you shake your head. He wasn’t a third wheel as he was insinuating with his comment. Though perhaps if you really did have it your way he would be. But just as that thought pops into your mind you’re quick to get rid of it by focusing on the Netflix options Jamie was scrolling through.

Fifteen minutes later a movie is playing and you’re all sitting quietly watching it. You were far more tense than normal. You weren’t lounging on the couch shovelling popcorn into your mouth without a care in the world.

But halfway through the movie you felt some of your nerves dissipating, the familiar feeling of getting over the initial anxiety during a first date. But you felt ridiculous that you were feeling like that. This was so far from a first date.

Eventually the popcorn bowl is moved onto the coffee table, leaving the space between you and Jamie empty. And you find yourself gravitating towards him a little every time you adjust on the couch. And then his arm is around the back of the couch behind you and you can’t help but turn to look at him with a playful smile on your lips. Because it was such a classic move, the arm on the couch, it wasn’t as forward as putting your arm around someone. It was subtle, it was open to interpretation. It was a way to make a move where you couldn’t be directly denied. But when he looked back down at you, you knew that you hadn’t misread the situation. So you slide a little closer, tentative as you lean against him.

“Do you like the movie?” Jamie whispers once you’re leaning against him, his arm still resting on the couch.

Nodding you tip your head back, looking up at him. You notice the stubble on his jawline, obviously having shaved recently but not too recently. And it looks so effortlessly attractive. His eyes are soft as he gazes down at you. “Yeah, I do. It was a good choice.”

“You’re picking next time.”

The corners of your lips pull into a smile when he says this, feeling his arm slide down from the back of the couch to rest on your shoulders. “Next time?”

Jamie lets out a breath of laughter. “Hopefully,” he whispers.

“I feel left out of this conversation,” Roope announces, looking over at you and Jamie. He waits till you look into his eyes, immediately giving you a look. A look of disapproval, a look of ‘what are you doing?’ Rather than addressing it you quickly break eye contact with him.

“Sucks, hey?” Jamie jokes, referring to when Roope kept speaking to you in Finnish.

You can’t help but giggle at that, feeling Jamies fingers brush over your shoulder, as if to silently tell you he appreciated you laughing at his joke, at being in on a joke with you.

Roope shakes his head, turning back to the movie without saying another word.

By the time the movie comes to an end you’re completely cuddled up with Jamie. He’s sitting at an angle, allowing you lean against his chest, your legs pulled onto the couch. You can feel every time he chuckles at a joke in the movie, the steady rise and fall of his chest with his breath.

“Ready to go?” Roope asks harshly when the movie ends, sitting up straighter in the recliner.

You’re taken aback by this. He almost never asks you to leave after just one movie. He almost never asks you to leave in general. He typically waits will you ask him to drive you home. “Yeah,” you mumble, pulling yourself away from Jamie and stretching your arms in front of you.

You feel a sense of urgency as you pick up the bowl of popcorn to take it to the kitchen, bustling around as you gather your belongings while Roope waits to drive you and Jamie back to your apartments.

This time it’s you who has to be the one to break out the Finnish. And you felt bad with Jamie a few feet away, but the way Roope was acting was equally concerning and irritating. “Miksi käyttäydyt näin?” You ask him why he’s acting like that.

“I thought it was rude to speak another language,” Roope deadpans, grabbing his keys from the counter.

“Whatever,” you grumble, following him out the door. Your relationship with Roope was so much closer to a sibling relationship than a typical relationship. You two would bicker and argue all the time, but you knew it never really meant anything. Well, it normally didn’t mean anything.

After dropping Jamie off at his apartment Roope turns to look at you. “You can’t go out with him.”

“Okay,” you say, the word drawn out as you say it.

“I know you’re into him.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say that,” you tell him defensively, despite the fact that it was very true.

“I know you well enough, I can tell you are,” Roope says, his eyes focused intently out the front window. “Not that I have to know you well to tell, with you two all over each other on the couch.”

“We weren’t,” you begin, sighing loudly as you roll your eyes. “We weren’t all over each other. He had his arm around me…that’s it.”

“I don’t ask much from you but can you just listen to me for once?”

“What the hell?” You whine, rolling your eyes. “I listen to you all the time.” And it was true, you were always going to Roope for advice. The only difference is that was advice you were asking for, this was advice he was giving you.

“Can you please just agree to this?”

“Fine,” you huff. You knew it would be easier to just let this go. It wasn’t like Jamie even asked for your number or made any real plans to see you again. So it wasn’t worth arguing for something that wasn’t even going to happen.

“Good,” Roope comments, stopping at an intersection. “So do you want to come back to my apartment and watch another movie?”

Laughing you roll your eyes. So getting you to leave was just to get Jamie away from you. “Of course,” you reply.

Later that night, after two more movies and pizza for dinner with Roope you’re back at your apartment, getting ready for bed. After you crawl under the covers and pick up your phone you notice an Instagram notification.

Jamie Oleksiak (jamieoleksiak) started following you.

Clicking the notification your phone unlocks, opening his profile. After a few minutes of scrolling through his profile you go back to the top, pressing the follow back button with a smile on your face. You shouldn’t have been so happy. For a few different reasons but primarily because it simply didn’t mean anything.

Months later and you never received so much as a DM from Jamie. You had gotten your hopes up for nothing. Nothing but a friendly gesture for him to follow you. He had liked all your new posts since then, but nothing more than that.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in fifteen,” you tell Roope, your phone sitting on the bathroom counter as you were finishing the last bits of your hair. It was a blatant lie. The drive to his apartment took ten minutes itself and you had lost hope of being out of your apartment in the next five.

It was the Dallas Stars’ annual casino night and Roope had asked you to come with him. He had never invited you to anything like this before and you had a slight inkling you knew why that was changing. Because you had met Jamie. You had met Jamie and absolutely nothing happened. Nothing happened and Roope was ecstatic about it. He was coming around to the idea that perhaps he had been just a little too protective with you.

So here you were, standing in front of the mirror in a black dress, looking more done up than you had been in awhile. You simply had no reason to get this dressed up, makeup and hair done to match.

“I know you’re lying,” Roope comments and you can hear the humour in his voice, can picture him shaking his head.

“Okay, fine,” you huff, yanking the curling iron cord from the outlet, swiping your phone from the counter as you make your way to your bedroom. “Twenty,” you tell him, digging through your closet for the pair of heels you knew you had but hadn’t worn in long enough for them to end up stashed in the back of the closet. “I’m just putting my shoes on now,” you call to your phone on the other side of the room, pulling the heels on and securing the tiny, delicate buckles around your ankles.

“I knew you would be late, we don’t actually have to leave my place for like forty-five minutes.”

You pause, looking over at your phone with narrowed eyes, as if you were really looking at Roope. Huffing you walk over, picking your phone up along with the purse you had already prepared with the essentials for the night. “You’re so…infuriating. I’ve been panicking for like an hour about being late.”

“But if I didn’t do this you would still be panicking and we really would be late,” Roope chuckles.

Rolling your eyes you remain silent, knowing it was the truth. Walking to the door you grab your car keys. “I’m leaving now,” you mutter, pretending to be annoyed with him when you were truly relieved.

“See you in a bit.”

When you get to the venue you become aware of the fact that the night was going to be more overwhelming than you had anticipated. You wanted to make a good impression with Roope’s teammates. But to meet them all at once was a bit more than you bargained for.

“So you must be Y/N.”

Turning your head in the direction of the voice you smile at the man approaching you. Tyler Seguin. You knew who most of the players were, but you knew him especially. Because one of your friends in particular had shared her much more than innocent feelings for him with you.

“I am,” you say with a soft laugh, looking over at Roope teasingly, coming to realize he really did talk about you more than you thought. You talked about him all the time too, with your friends and family. About current things, games and achievements but also when you talked about your past. Because from the moment you met Roope he had been such an important part of your life than almost all of your memories included him in some form. “Tyler, right?”

Tyler smirks and you know it’s just friendly but Roope steps forward, almost between you two.

“Calm down,” you laugh, jokingly pushing at Roope’s arm. “It’s not me you would need to worry about around him.”

Roope’s brows furrow as he stares at you and you can see in his eyes he’s running through the rolodex of options. “Who?” He finally asks, voice hushed as if you were spilling some serious secrets.

“Allie,” you giggle, shaking your head at how intrigued Roope had become.

“Allie, hey?” Tyler chimes in, laughing as he says it, making it evident that he was just joking.

“Don’t get too excited, she’s in Finland,” you explain to Tyler.

As you, Tyler, and Roope continue your conversation your attention it caught by a tall figure across the room. Jamie. And he was looking right back at you.

“Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me for a minute,” you say to Roope and Tyler, stepping back and around them.

Walking up to Jamie you smile up at him. “Long time, no see.”

“Too long,” he replies, lifting the glass he was holding to his lips. “You look beautiful tonight…I mean, you look beautiful always, but tonight especially,” he stammers, chuckling at himself as he shakes his head, both of you aware that he was flustered because of you. “You don’t want a drink?” He asks, clearly feeling like he needed a couple more himself.

“Thank you,” you say politely, replying to his compliment, uncertain of exactly how to take it. Perhaps if he had shown more interest, between the time you met and now you would have a better grasp of how to respond. You wanted to think he was truly into you, but you couldn’t get rid of the nagging in the back of your head telling you that he could have done more. “Yeah, actually, I would,” you tell him finally, glancing around for the bar.

“Let’s go find you a drink then.” Jamie’s hand pressing into your lower back makes you jump, the contact unexpected. “Sorry,” he says instantly, pulling back. You knew he was just doing it to guide you through the crowded room but it caused your stomach to erupt with butterflies in a way that made you realize that the excitement you felt initially was still very much alive.

Laughing you shake your head. “It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting that.” You glance down at his hand, hesitantly reaching over and taking it in yours, nodding in the direction of the bar. “Let’s go find that drink.”

Jamie nods, eyes not leaving yours, a smile on his lips. Completely wrapped up in you, like nothing else going on in the room mattered for the time being.

And you don’t let go of his hand till you’re at the bar, standing next to him while you wait for the crowd of people already there to be helped. You were in no rush because a part of you worried this might be the only time you got to be with Jamie that night. You needed more time with him, to figure out what was happening with him…if anything was happening with him.

“I was surprised when Roope said he was bringing you,” Jamie says as you were glancing around the room, taking in the large and crowded room, the sound of music faded below the hum of conversations blending into one steady drone.

“I think he’s feeling a little more comfortable after we met,” you explain even though you’re certain he already knows this. “Because nothing happened even though we were…” you trail off, hoping Jamie would fill in the blank.

Attracted to each other? Flirting? You were hoping for something, but you receive nothing but a nod of acknowledgement instead.

After getting your drink you glance up at Jamie, wishing for a moment that you didn’t have to do what you were about to do. “I should go find Roope, I haven’t been a great date so far.”

Jamie chuckles and nods. “So it’s a date this time, hey? I remember you got a little defensive about that word last time.”

“I’m more sure that you know Roope and I aren’t a thing now,” you explain, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m surprised you still don’t have someone to bring with you tonight though.”

Jamie chuckles, shrugging. “The person I’m interested right now is here with someone else tonight.”

Laughing you roll your eyes playfully. “Good one, Casanova.” Out of the corner of your eye you notice a couple people standing a few feet away, glancing over in Jamie’s direction. “I think you’ve got some people who want to talk to you,” you tell him, stepping back. “And I should get back to my date,” you add with a teasing smile.

He nod, intoxicated by you, watching you till you had turned around and walked away, back in Roope’s direction.

You can feel the temperature in the place increasing with time, the amount of bodies crammed into the space too much for the air conditioning to keep up. It’s fairly late in the evening when you excuse yourself again. Roope was wrapped up in a conversation with a fan, an elderly gentleman, that you felt rude enough interrupting to tell him you were going outside for a moment.

“I’ll come with you, just give me a couple minutes,” Roope says quietly. “I don’t want you to be outside alone.”

Sighing you shake your head, annoyed both that he felt like you couldn’t go alone and also because a part of you knew he was right. “I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N,” Roope says seriously.

“Fine, I won’t go alone,” you tell him, your eyes having landed on Jamie. He also seemed to be in a conversation, but he was just talking with Jason and Miro. It would be less rude for him to leave them than for Roope. Not to mention you liked the idea of spending a few more minutes with Jamie.

Roope follows your gaze, jaw clenching. But you knew he couldn’t say anything about. Not here, not in front of another person. “Okay,” he mutters to you before continuing on with his conversation with the older man.

You weave your way through the crowd to Jamie who smiles as soon as he sees you, not helping to clear up whether he was into you or not. “Hey,” he greets before you’ve even come to a stop. “Need another drink?” He jokes, referring to your empty hands.

“No, I actually need a chaperone to go outside with me,” you laugh. “Roope won’t let me go get some air by myself.”

Jamie nods, gesturing towards the doors. “Lead the way.”

“You guys coming?” You ask Jason and Miro with a friendly smile.

Jason chuckles, shaking his head as he glances down at the ground. There’s a knowing smile that he’s trying to hide by avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. “Nah, we’re good.”

Nodding you step back towards Jamie. “I’ll have him back soon.”

“Take your time,” Miro comments, making Jason laugh again after just containing himself.

Outside you lean against a waist height cement retaining wall, taking a deep breath of the cool air. More than cool, the air was straight up cold, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrap your arms around your body but by the time your hands are on either arm Jamie has slid his suit jacket off. He opts out of offering it to you first, stepping in front of you he wraps it around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he keeps his hands on the lapels of the jacket. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re cold,” he reasons, as if it were a given that your comfort should be above his own.

“Because I didn’t bring my jacket out here. Now you’re going to be cold.” You feel your heart racing as Jamie steps closer to you, his hands slowly dropping from where he was clutching at his jacket you had around you.

“I’m tough,” he jokes.

“I don’t doubt it,” you giggle, watching as Jamie pulls back from you, turning around to lean against the concrete wall beside you. “Jamie?” you whisper, eyes focused on the ground a few feet in front of you.

You can feel his eyes on you without having to actually see him. “Yeah?”

Swallowing heavily you cross your arms over your body. For so long you had prided yourself on not being the girl who would chase. You didn’t chase guys, didn’t ask for their attention. But here you were, doing just that. “Why didn’t you ever message me on Instagram? You followed me, I thought you were going to, but then…” you trail off, shrugging, knowing that he knew exactly what you were saying and you didn’t need to keep explaining.

Jamie is quiet for a second. “I didn’t want to get between you and Roope. I know how much you mean to him and I’m sure it’s the same thing for you.”

You can’t help but laugh, turning your head now to look at him. “Nothing could ever come between Roope and I. We’re like siblings. It doesn’t matter what happens, nothing could ever come between us.”

Jamie nods, reaching over and taking your hand, gently pulling you away from where you were standing. You follow his lead, letting him guide you to stand in front of him. His free hand slides beneath his jacket, along your waist. You swallow heavily as he pulls you a little closer. “I was surprised when I actually met you.”

“Why?” You whisper, looking up at him intently.

“Because I never thought you would actually be as incredible as Roope made you out to seem. But you are.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you stare at him, speechless. How could you respond to that? You could count on one hand the number of guys who had said things that nice to you completely unprompted, without seeming to want anything in return.

You were already wearing heels but you lean up as much as you can, Jamie quickly taking the hint as he pulls you a little tighter, leaning down. But he’s moving slowly, agonizingly slowly. Just as you’re about to let out a sigh of disapproval loud chatter and laughter piling from the front door makes you pull back. You’re moving so hastily that you almost end up falling, thankful for Jamie’s quick reflexes grabbing your arms and steadying you. But he understands the message behind what you just did and lets go of you, shoving his hands into his pockets to try to seem like they weren’t just all over you a couple seconds later.

“There you are.”

It’s Roope and for the first time in your life you wished he wasn’t there. You loved him with your whole heart. You would do anything for him. But you really wished he was back inside being asked a million questions about hockey. He’s with Miro who is still chuckling about something that had been said before they came outside.

“Hey,” you say to him, smiling softly.

“Some of us are going back to Tyler’s place for a few drinks after, do you want to come?” Roope asks you. You know if you said no it would be no problem, that Roope would happily go home with you and watch movies on your couch. But before you can think about what you’re doing you turn around to look up at Jamie, to see if he was going. You knew how it looked but you were already preparing yourself to brush it off, to say it was just a friendly thing, seeing if Jamie was going. Nothing more.

“I’ll probably go for a bit,” Jamie says to the group but you know the words are directed at you.

You look back to Roope, waiting a couple seconds. You didn’t want to seem too eager to follow up Jamie’s answer with a yes. “Yeah, could be fun,” you tell him casually.

And so a couple hours later you’re standing in Tyler’s kitchen with a can of cider in your hand, the second since you got there. Between that and the three glasses of wine at the event you were feeling a little bit of a buzz. And a little buzz always came with a lot of confidence.

So you excuse yourself from the conversation you were having, walking over to where Jamie was leaning against the doorframe. “Want to go outside…again?” You ask him simply.

Jamie smiles and nods in the direction of the front door, waiting for you to begin walking towards it before following after you. Before you’re even outside Jamie has his jacket off, sliding it over your shoulders as you step outside.

“Kiss me,” you whisper once the door is closed.

“Right here?” Jamie asks, wanting to make sure you were absolutely certain about the risk you were about to take. Knowing that at any moment Roope could, and would, be coming to find you. But he seems to have no qualms about it as he places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I don’t want to wait any longer, Jamie. I wanted you to kiss me that first day we met.”

So he does as you ask, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. He’s gentle, just like his personality but you have a sneaking suspicion that he might be a little less gentle if you made it clear that’s what you wanted. So you bring your hand around the back of his neck, pushing your body into his. He brings one arm around your lower back, supporting you as you teeter around in an effort to be taller.

Breathless and flushed you pull back from him, eyes fluttering open to look at him. “I think it’s time for me to go home now,” you whisper.

“Why’s that?” Jamie asks, his hands still on your waist.

“That’s all I really came here for,” you tell him, leaning up to press your lips to his again, a quick, gentle kiss this time. You pull away and take a step back, his hands falling from your body.

Just as you turn around to go back inside, to find Roope, to tell him you were going to get an Uber to go home, Jamie’s hand wraps around your wrist. He pulls you back gently, hand sliding on the side of your face, tipping your head back to kiss you again. The feelings it evokes are even stronger than the first kiss and it feels like every nerve in your body is firing, body hot and tingly as he kisses you passionately. “Let me take you out, on a date,” he whispers as he pulls back.

All you can manage to do is nod. Pulling your phone from your pocket you get Jamie to give you his number, sending him a text right there so he has yours. Then you walk back inside, leaving Jamie outside.

By the time you find Roope and you’re back outside to get in your Uber Jamie is gone. You don’t know if he’s back in Tyler’s place or if he’s gone home too. You don’t worry too much about it thought. Because this time you were pretty sure there would actually be another time. Unlike the first meeting, the empty promise of another movie night, this felt much more concrete.

And concrete it was. Jamie had sent you a text the next morning, asking when you were free. You didn’t want to seem too eager so you told him that you were free three nights from that day even though you were free that very night and the night after as well. You two went for dinner, then you went back to your apartment and watched a movie.

After that first date you two both realized that you were truly good with each other. Your conversations flowed easily and you spent so much of the night laughing. You simply enjoyed being together.

So you continued going on dates, for many weeks, months, without telling anyone about it. Neither of you brought up the fact that you were hiding the relationship. It was an unspoken truth. Because you both had a lot to risk. You both had made a promise to Roope. That you weren’t going to give the other a chance and neither of you wanted to own up to breaking that promise.

It was a Friday night and the Stars had just won a home game, a game that you were in the arena to watch. Because Roope asked if you wanted to go, as he often did. But you couldn’t deny that you spent a lot of that game watching Jamie, drawn to him even from such a distance.

Usually you went back to Roope’s place after games, having been given a key to his apartment long ago. He always said it was easier for you to just go straight there but you always figured it was part of his ploy to keep you away from the guys. A hunch that was confirmed when he gave you instructions for where to meet him after the game if you wanted to hang around and wait for him before heading out.

So you followed his instructions, a little uncertain as you made your way from your seat and past the doors you always left after a game. You made your way to where Roope had told you, pulling out your phone and trying to look busy, like you belonged where you were.

A couple minutes later you sense someone is looking at you and you look up, seeing Jamie approaching you with a smile. “Hey,” he says, glancing around before placing his hands on your waist, leaning down.

“Jamie,” you whisper, panic in your eyes and in your voice. “Jamie we’re going to get caught.”

“Roope takes forever,” Jamie informs you, trying to sound reassuring. “He said you were here tonight, I was hoping you would still be here.”

Leaning up you press your lips to his softly. “Oh, so you came out here looking for me then?” you tease.

“Of course,” he tells you. “Are you going to go hang out with Roope tonight?”

Pulling back a little you shrug your shoulders. “It’s usually what we do, but we didn’t talk about it.” You glance behind you before looking back up at Jamie. “Should we go back to my place instead?”

“You and Roope?” Jamie asks with a teasing smile.

Shaking your head you lean back towards him, onto your tip toes. “You know I meant with you,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you back quickly, both of you so caught up in each other that you were quickly losing your motivation to stay away from each other any chance a person might catch you.

But of course the second you let your guard down the slightest bit it all comes tumbling apart.

“Mitä vittua?”

You almost push Jamie away with how quickly you try to get away from him, wide eyes finding Roope. You knew it was him. From the language, both Finnish and the exclamation of ‘what the fuck?’. You’re standing speechless, simply staring at him.

“You promised,” Roope says, shaking his head. “You both did.” And with that he turns away from you, heading in what you assume was the direction of the way out.

“Roope,” you call, pushing past Jamie as you follow after him. “Please, wait, can you please just slow down. We need to talk about this.”

“No, Y/N,” Roope says, getting to the door. You were pretty sure he may have just clocked the record for fastest exit. He finally turns around when his hand is on the door. “You promised me.”

“I didn’t know,” you plead, shaking your head. “I didn’t know he even liked me, I didn’t think anything would happen.”

“I just need to go home.”

The way he says it makes your heart ache. You know it means he doesn’t want you to go with him. You can feel your eyes filling with tears and you try to blink quicker, to hide the tears.

But Roope sees it. Sees your tears. And he can’t handle that, can’t leave you upset. So he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. “Please don’t be mad. I really like him,” you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Roope takes a deep breath, you can feel it in the way his chest heaves against you. “I just wished you hadn’t lied to me. Wished you both hadn’t lied to me. How long has this…what is it?”

“Hm?” You hum in confusion, pulling back to look into Roope’s eyes.

“You and Jamie, what are you two?”

You stare over up at Roope in silence. “I…,” you begin, trailing off. “I don’t know.”

“How long?”

“Not long,” you tell him honestly. “Casino Night.”

Roope nods slowly, processing what you had told him. “You’ve been seeing him for months?”

You take a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Are you going to go home with him?”

You stare at Roope, eyes filling with tears again. “I don’t know,” you croak. You didn’t know how to answer that. It’s what you had been planning but you didn’t want to say that, didn’t want to make the situation worse. “Roope, I can’t…I can’t lose you.” You knew what you said to Jamie, that nothing could ever come between you and Roope. But now, being faced with reality, you couldn’t push those fears out of your mind. Because on the list of your biggest fears losing Roope was right up there at the top.

Roope quickly pulls you back into a hug. “Never.”

You sniffle quietly, nodding. “You’re just going to go home?”

Roope pulls back and you notice his eyes are no longer on you, looking over you down the hallway. Slowly you turn around, looking over your shoulder and seeing Jamie. He looked hesitant, uncertain. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

You look back at Roope, eyes pleading for him to reassure you that he wasn’t upset. But he doesn’t. He simply pulls away from you, turning around and heading out through the door, leaving you alone.

You bring your arms around you, hands clutching at your arms. A few minutes later Jamie is in front of you, quickly pulling you into a hug. “It’ll be okay. You said yourself you’re never going to lose him.”

You nod, letting yourself relax into him.

“Don’t know if he’ll be my biggest fan from now on though,” Jamie jokes.

You let out a relieved breath of laughter, glad that he was breaking the intensity. “As long as you don’t hurt me you have nothing to worry about,” you tease, pulling back to look up at him.

“I could never.”

His answer doesn’t feel like a joke and your breath catches in your throat at the sincerity of it. You had been trying to lighten the conversation but you didn’t know if you could make another joke after that. “Should we…”

“Get out of here?”

“Yes,” you answer, eagerly.

You kick off your shoes when you’re in Jamie’s apartment, pressing your back to the wall as you watch Jamie take off his own. “You think he’s going to be okay…with this?”

Jamie looks up from where he had focused his attention on his shoes. “I don’t know,” he replies honestly. Stepping in front of you Jamie places his hands on your hips. “If he doesn’t…”

You swallow heavily, your hands sliding up Jamie’s arms. “Jamie,” you whisper.

He nods and you know the smile on his lips is forced. “I know.”

“It’s not that I don’t care about you. I really, really like you. But he’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember and I can’t…I don’t think I could handle losing him.”

Jamie pulls you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry,” you croak. You wished it didn’t have to be like this and you really wished you didn’t have to say it out loud, didn’t have to tell Jamie that he would always come second to your friendship with Roope.

“Don’t be.” Jamie’s voice is gentle and genuine. You know he’s not lying, that he truly doesn’t want you to be sorry. He’s not upset, it was no no surprise. Anyone who knew you, knew you and Roope’s relationship would know that nobody would, or could, ever come between you two. But it doesn’t make you feel any better. When you look back up at Jamie your eyes are watery, vision blurry. “Come here,” Jamie whisper, pulling you into his chest, large arms wrapped firmly around your body. “Let’s go watch a movie,” Jamie suggests, hands sliding down from your back to the backs of your thighs, leaning down and scooping you off the ground.

“Jamie,” you giggle, legs wrapping around his torso as you clutch onto him. “Put me down.”

“No,” Jamie chuckles, turning around with you in his arms.

While you felt that it was entirely unnecessary for him to be carrying you around you were pretty grateful that he had done something, anything, to break the tension, to make you laugh. “What are we going to watch?” You ask as Jamie carries you the short distance to his living room, leaning down and setting you down on the couch.

“Your choice,” Jamie tells you, handing you the remote. “What do you want for snacks?”

Smiling softly you feel your eyes fill with tears again. You knew you hadn’t been with Jamie long enough to let it get between you and Roope. But things were going so well between you two. He was so considerate, so kind. But he was also fun and he was constantly making you laugh.

“What are you thinking?” Jamie enquires, giving up on the movie and snacks for the time being as he sits beside you. Jamie reaches over, taking your hand and gently running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“It doesn’t matter. I just really like you. There’s nothing we can do about it right now,” you say quietly, blinking rapidly.

Jamie slides his arm around you, tugging you onto his lap. “We’ll figure it out.” You knew it was a lie. It was Roope who was going to figure it out. But you liked the reassurance regardless.

Sliding one of your legs over Jamie’s lap you pull back slightly, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Jamie kisses you back but you can feel that he’s hesitant. Everything feels slower than normal that night.

Jamie slides his warm hands underneath your shirt, his skin rough in contrast to your soft skin. He pulls gently on your lower back, bringing your body closer to his. You don’t think it’s possible to get any closer as your hands grasp at him, his biceps, shoulders, sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Please, Jamie, I need you,” you whisper against his lips, hips grinding down into his.

And that’s all it takes. He has his hands behind your knees, gently sliding you off his lap. Before you know it Jamie is guiding you to his bedroom.

“You’re sure?” Jamie whispers when you’re in the bedroom, his hands on your waist as he guides you over to the bed. “Tonight?” He clarifies, wanting you to consider the ramifications of this. Given everything that happened that night, given the fact that you had already admitted that you would end things with him if Roope couldn’t accept it.

“Yes.”

The next morning you wake up tucked beneath Jamie’s arm, your head on his chest, leg over top of his. For a split second you forget. You forget about the night before. You forget that your relationship could potentially be coming to an end very soon. But it all comes back to you and you roll over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

Your movement causes Jamie to stir and he follows your direction, rolling onto his side and wrapping his free arm around you. “Good morning,” Jamie whispers, his voice filled with a sombreness that makes it evident that he hadn’t for a moment forgotten.

“‘Morning,” you whisper, turning your head to look at Jamie. “What do we do now?”

Jamie takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. He seems to be thinking for awhile. “Go out for breakfast, probably.”

You stare at him blankly for a couple minutes. It was such a simple answer. So simple and yet so surprising. “Okay,” you eventually say.

Shortly after you’re sitting across from Jamie at a small cafe, a cup of coffee in front of you and your breakfast orders already taken by the waitress. “Roope texted me,” you say, hesitantly. You didn’t want to ruin the morning, but it was something that needed to be addressed.

“What did he say?” Jamie is fidgeting with the edge of the napkin wrapped around his cutlery.

“Just that he wants to talk.” Before you even think through what you’re doing you reach across the table, grabbing Jamie’s hand. “I’ll go over to his apartment after breakfast.”

Jamie nods, squeezing your hand gently. “Whatever you decide, I’ll understand,” Jamie tells you.

And after that you leave any talk about Roope about the potential end of the relationship behind. You move on, to other topics. You talk about work and hockey and you tell him about the drama in your workplace and he listens intently. He cracks jokes and makes you laugh. And it’s three hours before you actually leave the cafe.

Jamie drives you to the arena where your car was from the night before and you head to Roope’s apartment. The drive seems to go on forever, your nerves building with each passing minute.

Half an hour later you’re sitting on Roope’s couch, legs pulled up to your chest as you stare at him. “I’m sorry, Roope. I’m sorry I lied to you but I’m not sorry that I’ve been seeing Jamie,” you begin.

Roope is quiet, elbows on his knees as he leans forward, eyes on the ground. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Once he looks up you shrug. There was no easy answer. You were confused, conflicted. You were scared. Scared that Roope wouldn’t approve. Scared that you would end up in this exact situation. “I knew you would tell me it couldn’t happen.”

“You don’t know that-.”

“Yes, I do,” you exclaim. You weren’t about to let him sit there and tell you he would have just let it happen. “You’ve never approved of a single guy I was seeing. You made me promise and now I wished I had never agreed. I wish I could go back to that day and tell you the truth, Roope. Tell you that you have no right, you have no right to tell me who I can and can’t see. You’re one of the most important people in my life. I love you. I trust you. But none of that means you get to tell me who I’m not allowed to date.” Even you’re shocked by the outburst but the way Roope physically recoils in his chair tells you that it was the last thing he was expecting.

“I-,” Roope begins, falling speechless. “You’re right,” he eventually mutters. “I just, I don’t want you to get hurt. What if something happens? How am I supposed to deal with that?”

“You don’t need to deal with it,” you tell him. “If something happens then that’s between Jamie and I, you won’t be involved. We’re adults, we’ll figure it out ourselves.”

Roope groans, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling. “Why him? Of all people…why him?” Roope whines, making you giggle.

“Because he’s sweet and funny and so hot.”

“Gross,” Roope mutters, turning his head to look at you. “Will you promise me something?”

“What is it?” The last promise he had you make regarding Jamie didn’t go so well.

“You won’t talk about how hot he is again.”

“I don’t think I can do that,” you laugh.

Roope chuckles and you can feel the tension in the room dissipating. You weren’t naive enough to think that he was completely okay with it. But you were okay with that. You were okay with him needing time as long as it meant that he wasn’t giving you an ultimatum to end things with Jamie. You knew it was all you could ask for right now and you were happy enough just with that.

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