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madathockey · 7 years

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You Were Never an Island

characters: OMC/OMC fandom: Hockey RPF tags: drag queen hockey player, College Hockey, Original Character(s), Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Jace Chandra (OC), Liam White (OC) (ao3) Chapter 1/? Summary: Jace lived a simple life. He worked hard, loved the game, and kept his head down. On the weekends, after the games were over, he’d get dressed up, pull the tape out, and put the makeup on. He’d turn into Allie X and head to a local gay bar. Ok, maybe not so simple.

Jace started to strip out of his gear. The team had dropped a series against the top rival, putting everyone in a particularly sour mood. Jace played for the Freeze, a team that had a long history of success, but recently started to slip downwards. The game they played against the Bobcats was a rough one and he could feel a bruise starting to blossom on his side. He was a bit upset because he didn’t think his performance later that night would be the same from it. Not like he could say anything like that to his teammates.

For all his teammates knew, he was a normal and straight guy that just liked to stick to himself.

He felt a ball of wadded up tape hit his lap. He looked up, shaken from his thoughts, and saw Brad grinning at him.

“You coming out with us? We are going to hit up a bar on the other side of town.” Jace looked down at his feet quickly, trying to come up with a good excuse.

“Or you don’t have to. Just would be nice to have you come with us for once.”

He knew he had blown off a few nights out, he just didn’t realize they were catching on. He nodded at Brad, thinking that he could probably get ready in less than an hour if he took the heavy bang route.

“Yeah, for a little bit. I made plans with a friend for later though.” Jace felt the lie was based in more truth than anything. He did have plans and he was friends with some of the other queens.

He quickly showered and got dressed. He had a spare change of clothes that were club appropriate, so he tossed those on, stashing his suit in the suit bag. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to get as many of the knots out as he could. His long black hair was pretty thick and on performance nights, he preferred to leave it down. Tonight he’d have to deal and brush it later. As he was leaving the locker room, he told the guys he’d meet them there. He quickly ran his suit to his apartment and ran a comb through his hair.

As he was leaving, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

>You on your way?

Jace quickly grabbed his drag bags and tossed them in his trunk. He wasn’t sure what he was going to wear yet, but there were a few choices in there. This wasn’t his preferred way of getting ready for shows, but he had no choice. He just had to hope no one mopped his things while he was on stage.

When he finally got to the club, the guys had a table occupied in the back. He made his way through the crowd and over to them. Brad clapped him on the back with a grin.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come.”

Jace winced a bit, but hid it with a shrug.

“Well, here I am.”

The music was loud and pounding so hard the tables vibrated a little bit. Jace scanned the crowd, seeing a few of his teammates picking up. He wished he could be so bold, but this wasn’t the time or place for that.

He went out on the floor with some teammates, dancing around like fools. He knew he had a few moves, but he didn’t want to show up the guys. He just bopped around moving his head to the music. As he was getting back to the table to check the time, he looked across to the bar and caught a guy staring at him. He shrugged it off and started to grab his things. He had about an hour and half until he had to be on stage.

He made his rounds to say goodbye and then left for the Cherry Pit.

On the way over, he finalized his three songs for the night. He figured he’d rock it to When Doves Cry, a trap version of Wrecking Ball, and Van Vogue. When he got to the club, he grabbed his things and darted inside the back entrance and settled into the last spot available to do his makeup. As he was baking, he heard the the other girls talking about the crowd. A group of hockey players had shown up watch and they were being a bit disrespectful.

Jace started to panic. He hopes it wasn’t his teammates.

He quickly got dressed and heard the five minute warning. He double checked his tights to make sure they were in good shape and slid into the his blue and purple corset. The corset was covered completely in rhinestones and he paired it with a flowing emerald cape made of tulle. The wig he had chosen was pink, purple, and blue. He had it styled in a large pile of curls that stood about 5 inches high off his head. The ringlets fell around the face framing the smokey eye and pink lips.

He heard his name called and stepped up on stage. The music started and he quickly scanned the audience, not seeing any teammates there. They must have left. He jumped into his lip sync, and as he was getting to the height of his song, he met eyes with someone that looked like the guy from the club. He wasn’t too sure though.

When he went to the back after his number, he quickly got out of the corset get up and slid into some leather pants, a purple leather corset that had a white blouse spilling out of it. He switched into a pin straight black wig, completing the look. He switched out of a pair of clear heels and into a pair of knee high purple boots. This was one of his favorite outfits since it matched the song perfectly. He went to the side of the stage to watch the current queen finish up her song and looked into the audience. He saw that guy again, this time sure it was the same one. He was pretty damn cute. He had brown hair that had a silver streak in it.

One of the queens tapped him on the shoulder.

“They’re calling for you hun.”

Jace hustled to get on stage, shaking away from his thoughts. This was always one of his best numbers and he had to focus.

He heard the opening guitar riff and he slid into the sexy movements he typically makes while doing this songs. When the lyrics about kissing started up, he looked directly at the guy in the audience. He walked by him and seductively took his tip, tucking it into the blouse slowly. He made his rounds during the guitar parts to get the rest of his tips, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he had about that guy.

As he was heading off stage, he saw that his teammates were, in fact, there so he quickly got to the back and dug around in his bag for a mask. He usually didn’t wear one for this number, but he didn’t need his teammates finding out who he was.

He shed out of the boots, corset, and blouse and quickly switched into a pair of nude pumps and an emerald green flowing top that he tucked into the leather pants. He put a matching green beret down on top of the wig and pinned it into place. He slid the mask on and got ready to go back out for the last song of the night.

Van Vogue was starting to filter through the speakers and he stepped out to it, ready to move fast. He started to vogue through the crowd, grabbing his tips and tossing them back on stage as he went. By the time the second verse rolled around, he was down, duckwalking right in front of his teammates. He heard Brad yell above the crowd.

“Only ugly girls wear masks!!” He had turned to high five the rest of the team and Jace saw the mysterious guy walk over to tell them to knock it off. The team settled down and Jace just kept trucking along with the song. When he was finished, he grabbed his tips off the stage and tried to get off stage. As he was leaving he bumped into someone and dropped a few of his tips.

He saw that he had run into the mystery man. He was holding out the dropped tips for Jace to pick up.

“Hi, my name is Liam.”

Liam had a smile a mile wide and Jace was flustered. He just grabbed his tips and went to the back to get de-dragged.

***

The next morning when he was going through his tips, he saw a slip of paper that had Liam’s name and number on it. He figured he’d text him after practice.

Practice was hard. The drills coach had them go through were draining and Jace was exhausted from the night before. Across the ice he could hear Brad and Carmen laughing and talking about the night before. Jace had no intention of telling the boys that he did drag on the weekends. Doing so would mean that he’d be coming out of the closet to them.

Jace wasn’t having any of that noise after hearing some of the things he has heard Brad say on the ice.

He lined up for the next drill, ready to take off down the ice for the next round of suicides. He came to a stop in front of the goalie Rowan, spraying some ice by accident.

“Whoops, sorry there.”

Rowan looked up and pulled his mask off his face.

“No worries dude. It was fun seeing you out last night.”

Jace grinned and took off down the ice again. Coach was really riding them hard for the dropped series but Jace was getting into a rhythm for the suicides. Skating had always been a release for whatever was on his mind. When practice finished up, Jace took a quick perfunctory shower, figuring he’d take a proper shower when he got home.

As he was about to leave, he grabbed his phone and typed out a message to the new number he had in his phone.

>Hey, sorry for darting out like that last night. I got scared lol

He heard a quick vibe from his phone and he swiped it open.

>No worries Jace. I didn’t think you’d actually text me, but I’m glad you did”

Jace tossed his phone and rushed out of the locker room wondering how he knew who he was.

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