secret rpf

#fraser minten whimpers agenda. conn is grinning with his mouth stuffed every time he gets something out of fraser, especially when he struggles to even say "you're making it hard to focus, bear"

girl!!!!! i havent gotten any work done today i cant possibly

so mike pretty well trusts sam to handle the logistics at this point and besides, he’s known to sit there playing video games for 6 hours and ignoring his corporeal form. sam stops whatever he was doing when he realizes it’s been hours and his boy needs to hydrate and probably to pee, probably doesn't even realize he needs to go. so sam gets up, hip checks misa’s chair and goes “go piss, girl"

misa grumbles because he was like "locked in" but he does go and it's nothing, regular, a continuation of the thing they’ve already accepted as normal where sam tells mike what his body needs

and so, aiden invites will to vancouver for a week or something during summer break. aiden is just super chill and doesn’t really tell anyone the details. they just know, at some point, aiden is having friends over. they don’t know who or when or for how long.

so, mack is wildly unprepared to meet will.

aiden says one morning, 'i’ll be back soon' and takes the car and fucks off somewhere. the rest of the family go off to visit grandma or something and mack’s like woooo house to myself. in the meantime, mack has a workout then gets in the shower and he gets out, whistling, happy to be alone, because school has been kicking his ass and he just wants to chill on vacay before he too starts college.

busts out the bathroom naked and walks straight into a stranger on the upstairs hallway.

‘what the fuck?’ mack screeches and whips the towel from round his neck to cover himself from the waist down. 'who the fuck are you?'

meanwhile, this hot blonde dude is blinking at mack all slow and syrupy, his gaze stuck somewhere low, making mack's skin itch and cheeks heat up.

'what the fuck are you looking at?' macklin demands. his voice has gone embarrassingly high.

'oh. oh, i'm will,' the guy says and he's smiling now, gaze lifting to meet mack's eye. he's taller than mack, older, he's got a little scruff on his jaw and blue, blue eyes. 'you must be macklin, right?'

'you're aiden's friend?'

'yeah,' will nods. he looks back up and down mack's body. mack's toes curl into the carpet, shifting under the weight of will's appraising stare. 'aiden never told me his little brother was so pretty.'

'what.'

'huh?' will says, putting on a dumb, oblivious owl-like expression. twit-twoo-motherfucker.

macklin starts edging back into the bathroom, wondering where the fuck aiden is and why his friend is just walking about their house like he's lived in it all his life. he's just so fucking embarrassed. this random dude has just seen mack's junk, his naked body, and now mack's got to play it off like he doesn't want to die in a fucking hole. because will is like... fine as fuck. and macklin is embarrassing as fuck.

'um. so. i'm gonna.'

will is staring at macklin's legs. mack gets so stuck on will blatantly checking him out, that he actually stumbles over his own feet. swears and elbows the door frame and swears again.

'shit, fuck, would you stop -' mack cuts himself off, then face flaming red, doubles down, 'are you a fucking pervert, man, quit staring at me.'

at that, will straightens up a bit. picks his jaw off the ground like it was weighing him down or something. his smile turns into something smarmy, a little smirk: 'oh my bad, princess.'

mack's face twists up into a scowl. he's clutching at his towel for dear life. 'don't call me-'

'i should just warn you, though. might not wanna walk around naked for the next couple of weeks. heard there's a pervert around these parts. real ass man, too.'

macklin gapes, stuttering. settles on hissing, 'oh my fucking god' and slamming the door shut in will's face.

what toff is wholly unprepared for is a meeting with hr popping up on his calendar randomly before practice one day. he expects something about some release form paper work but nope, he’s getting sat down for a conversation about how we know hockey players have a tight knit community so some relationships may look…different but this is still a workplace and we take sexual harassment very seriously, especially if there is a power imbalance at play. toff stares at the lady blankly before she starts going over how nicknames like “baby” may be inappropriate, and keeping hands not to yourself but mindful is important.

toff wants to rip all of his hair out because it cannot be possible that HE’S being called out for inappropriate behavior with misa. HIM???? have they not seen what sam dickinson is doing with his billet kid on a daily basis?? except bringing that up only gets him slapped with a discussion about inclusivity and sensitivity training. he thinks he might be having a heart attack or something. or that he needs to rip sam dickinson’s head off with his bare hands, somehow this is his fault too, he’s sure of it.

it’s not like toff is all that touchy with misa, he swears! sure there’s some ass taps on the ice, like there is with everyone, and sometimes toff steers him around by the shoulders because misa zones out or doesn’t know where anything is still. on some occasions, toff will pat his thigh, or swing an arm around his waist to pull him in, but that’s all supposed to be comforting, it’s not like— oh god, has he been sexually harassing this kid? the unfair feeling and anger drains out of him completely as he gets back to the locker room, where misa is hunched over tying his skates. toff feels horrified, he certainly hasn’t been meaning to do anything…. but he’s an older guy, an older guy misa lives with, who’s sort of touchy and calls him baby, and dislikes the appropriately aged guy he’s close with.

toff is fully head in hands as will pats him on the back, asking you all good? he’s not all good. he should be put down, misa should be able to hunt him for sport. imagining misa all uncomfortable and worried at work, at home? oh my god, he asked if he could get a lock for his room the other week and toff said they’d think about it, OH GOD. the guilt and horror only multiplies by the time toff skates up to misa on a break, where people are still present so he doesn’t feel too cornered. toff is maybe the most apologetic he’s ever been in his entire life, more than the time he thought he lost his wedding ring.

misa blinks at him and goes, wait, what? toff needs to kill himself. i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable, i’m sure we can figure out some other living situation for you if you want. i thought i was being comforting or something but obviously i was just acting like a creep— misa interrupts, wait is this about nancy from hr asking if i was okay with all the touching? again, toff feels his stomach roll. yeah, im so sorry again. she had a talk with me about it and i’ll definitely cut it out, i had no idea. misa stares blankly again and explains that he thought she was talking about how sam has been grabbing his ass recently, which is super cool, no problem, not that toff was being a perv.

okay so coming back to this, sam absolutely instigates these instances because sweet shy boy misa would never. during charity events, after games, before games, at the grocery store even, sam doesn’t. he’s always down to do stuff in public but misa on the other hand, absolutely cares and tries to protest the coercion.

sam really gets a kick out of fucking mis in public, like really gets a kick out of it. the way misa can just barely keep himself quiet, clasping his hand over misa’s mouth to quiet him, his tear-filled eyes that stare back at sam through bathroom mirrors, like misa can’t believe he keeps ending up there after going on and on about how he doesn’t want to, but then he feels so good and full and he can’t think about anything but the dick hitting his prostate in whatever bathroom sam has shuffled them into.

“we’re gonna get caught” misa says every time, and then they don’t, and he has to admit to himself that sam was right once again.

it drives sam absolutely insane, the risk of being caught. and how could he deny himself the opportunity to experience a teary eyed, proven wrong misa? he looks so pretty like that.

also how do you imagine sam explaining his bro love for misa to literally anyone

okay so boom 👏 i love the idea of sam being extremely turned on by a sleeping misa, even when he’s laying there yapping away in his unconsciousness. they’re laying in bed at a really early hour and sam looks down to see a sleeping misa, vulnerable and talking about whatever. sam takes the sight in, really takes it in. misa’s lips are parted as he lets out the tiniest noises and occasional nonsensical comments. and sam’s hard, so hard, because he could just use him as he lays there tucked under his arm. misa starts mumbling something about hockey and sam wants to fucking eat him because he’s so cute.

the first time sam had these thoughts he felt like a pervert, why would he be turned on by misa sleep talking? why would he be so aroused watching him sleep at all? but then misa gives him permission to do whatever he wants to him while he sleeps after sam tells him about it, so now it’s nothing out of the ordinary and sam doesn’t feel like such a freak when he slips it in in the middle of the night.

misa groans quietly, all sleepily and cute as sam bottoms out. he’s so warm and tight like this, it makes sam insane. he thrusts slowly but then mis mumbles a weak “harder” which let’s sam know that he’s at least half awake, and of course sam is going to do anything his boy asks. “good boy, taking me so good” he grunts against misa’s neck, picking up his pace and holding onto misa’s hip from where he’s laying pressed up behind him. mis only hums in response, his eyes not even open because he’s just soooo sleepy.

i headcanon that sam comes inside everytime they have sex. they’re anti condom and sam wants to fill mis up every chance he gets. misa loves being filled up.