#asp44

warning for like lowkey internalized aphobia and homophobia

Spotify Drabbles Do I Wanna Know? (BBC Live Lounge) - Hozier

-

It's not like Axel was expecting both of them to actually stay up in the NHL. Wishful thinking, even if he went to bed clutching Michael's hand and praying to whatever god may listen that they can stay together.

When Michael leaves he's still grinning. The smile still on his face as he lets Axel hold his arm a little tighter, laughing when Axel mutters that it won't be the same without him. He knows it's for the best, knows that Michael wishes either he could stay up or maybe even pull Pelli down with him. Axel thinks he'd follow him if he asked.

Something empty sits in his chest since then. He's overjoyed of course, watching as Finnie and Danny get their first NHL goals, getting his own. There's still something that yearns, even as he slams into the boards in celebration after a win.

They still text, Michael makes sure of it, but they haven't called. Axel thinks he's too much of a coward to hear his voice again. He should probably move on; let himself be happy in Detroit, let Michael tear it up in the Griffins.

every single red wings fic I've written has been a little fucked up. This isn't anything different.

Anyways to1u prompt fill for "john gibson/any red wing - repay" with Gibby n Pelli.

Warnings for extremely dubious consent

-

Axel stared out the window of the airplane. There wasn't much to see, mostly just the lights blinking off the wing in the night sky. His feet were cold and his whole body ached the kind of soreness that comes with playing hockey. He kind find it in himself to move though, Michael's body pressed next to him as he dozes away.

There's a blanket around the two of them, Michael having done it with a grin on his face knowing how much it displeased Axel. He was too tired to fight back though, everyone around them either asleep or keeping to themselves brought that kind of atmosphere,

"It'll keep us warm." Michael had said, tucking the blanket between Axel's shoulder and the plane wall, "And you can be my pillow." Axel had just huffed and rolled his eyes before moving to make space for Michael to sprawl out slightly. His head fit perfectly in the crook of Axel's neck and the soft snores were almost comforting. It at least helped ease the thoughts swirling in his head after the last couple days. Maybe even the last couple months.

At least the right side of his body is warm, almost burning. Like each touch of skin is a brand against his own. Flaming red for everyone to see, even from under the blanket shield. Axel suspects people have seen through them anyway, Danny definitely has. For now he can ignore it. Ignore the whispers and stares and the mounting pressure put on both of their shoulders.

rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Axel swore as Michael bit his bottom lip, "Fucking vampire." All he gets is a grin in response before being pulled back into a bruising kiss. His fingers are digging into the skin just above Michael's hips, swallowing the small gasps and moans.

They're both pretty content to just continue to make out on the couch, Axel feeling hands dig into his hair and pull as he moves to start kissing down Michael's jaw and neck,

Axel Sandin Pellikka and the narratives that haunt his past and present. And this Swedish video

5 games total on American ice was enough to get him to the NHL. He has to be worth it. Has to be worth the risk they took.

Rating: Teen