wishfic - natejo fuckbuddies to lovers 🎀
It started in Winnipeg. Well, in started in Halifax.
But it started AGAIN in ‘Peg.
“You play better after you fuck,” Nate said to Jo over coffee the morning before the game.
They were alone at the little cafe attached to the hotel, Jo’s anxiety and shit sleep schedule easily folded into Nate’s early morning routine back in September so now they always wake early and go for a run- or a swim or whatever hotel gym equipment will provide.
Nate, asshole that he is, had waited until Jo was mid sip before speaking.
So, probably exactly according to plan, Jo choked on a mouthful of hot coffee.
Nate smirked, all smug asshole about it, as Jo tried not to aspirate coffee and DIE about it.
“Fuck off,” Jo said when he could.
Nate shrugged, still smiling a bit.
“I’m just saying- you hooked up before we played against the Sabres. And before the game against the Ducks.”
Questions that started, really, with,
“Dude are you tracking my fucking habits?”
Nate shrugged again, completely unashamed.
“I mean, it’s not a problem with your game. You’re putting in the work, Joey. So I’m just- trying to figure out what else we can do to help. Gotta be something mental, right?”
It took a minute, for Jo to translate Nate’s words into talk about his HOCKEY game and not, like, Jo’s sexual prowess.
“Yeah, well, Alex lives in Denver,” Jo said, giving up the name without any prompting at all.
“Met on Grindr,” Jo admitted and knew he was blushing even before Nate scoffed.
“Well, we aren’t gonna give your Grindr hookup press credentials and fly him out with the team.”
Jo had never suggested that, obviously never WOULD.
“So I’ll fuck you on the road.”
Like it was a favor. Like it was a circuit in the gym. Like it was already decided.
And then he arched an eyebrow, a silent little dare.
“Fine,” Jo growled. “Fine. See if you can fuck a few goals out of me.”
Nate’s most feral grin spread over his face.
“More than a few, bud. Come on. Let’s go, this coffee is shit.”
“What- you want to do it now?”
Nate shrugged and got to his feet. Jo was helpless to follow. Always.
“You used to like morning sex.”
“I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“I’ve got you covered. Or well. I’ve got ME covered.” Nate winked at him.
Jo wishes, really, really wishes, that he didn’t find Nate Mackinnon so impossible to refuse.
When they get back to Denver, it just makes sense, it’s just easier, to stop trying to align his schedule with Alex’s busy graduate student life.
Easier to just call Nate.
