You shimmy shook my boat (leaving me stranded all in love on my own)
Travis stands watching Nolan for a beat too long, body still in mid-movement, hand on the doorknob, then glances at the phone on the table; some guy palming his dick on the screen. Nolan straightens, forcing himself to be casual, pulling the second fishnet stocking the rest of the way up his thigh, making sure he looks at what heβs doing so he doesnβt have to look at Travisβ face, which is still inexplicably staring at him from the doorway.
βUh,β is all Travis can muster, it seems, and itβs so fucking stupid that Nolan rolls his eyes, force of habit.
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Or: the lingerie!Patty fic nobody asked for but that wouldn't leave me alone, featuring: uncommunicative hockey players, a tiny bit of light angst and pining, and really just Travis losing his goddamn mind over Patty in fishnets.
Explicit | 8k | TK/Nolan | Hockey RPF

















