fic like. collin needs to be good. no distractions. doesn’t matter that he played first line minutes and is a penalty kill demon. he still needs to prove himself. he will forever feel like he needs to prove that his spot on the team is something he deserves and has earned. he needs to stay focused, eyes always on the prize.
except there’s a major distraction. there’s a 6’3 canadian distraction. who just won’t leave him alone. and somewhere along the way, the prize he was supposed to be following religiously becomes something different. fantasies about the cup turn into fantasies about someone with a canadian accent and a really annoying need to fill silences collin has never bothered to fill.
and it’s like. the only reason why sam takes an interest in collin is because he gets bored of misa. not in a bad way. he loves misa. misa is his best friend. but misa doesn’t banter with him as well as his teammates on the knights could. he doesn’t make sam put his head down, doesn’t know how to make him snap into focus when sam gets too distracted by the novelty of the nhl, the privileges of it. living alone, being on the apps. he needs balance. and misa can barely balance himself. he can’t balance sam too. but collin is always so level-headed. and he flicks sam on the forehead once, says pay attention while they’re watching tape, and sam’s brain lags. it goes quiet. and he’s like thisthisthisthis. so he latches on to him, and collin has no idea why. obviously. because in his head, he’s just kind of rude to sam every once in a while. but sam pokes and prods. sits as close as possible, tries to disturb collin as much as he can, and collin always knows what’ll stop him in his tracks. a hand on his thigh, a tug on his earlobe, be quiet, sam, jesus christ. so now sam wants to see what will make collin snap. he notices the tightness of his jaw, the way he narrows his eyes at him sometimes, but nothing ever really shakes him. it’s always smoothed over. except the one time sam mentions hooking up. collin says something like no one needs to know where your dick’s been, man. but sam gets the impression that collin might want to know. so he yaps and yaps and yaps. and collin loses his patience. bends him over, etc, etc.
and this happens at a (spins wheel) get-together at toff’s. so they need to be quiet. and careful. and sneaking around is so fun they keep doing it. collin needs to keep it a secret, because everything he’s worked for could be taken away if the wrong person found out about the way he gets to put sam over his knee. and dickie is vibrating at insane frequencies to tell someone. bc this is the best sex he’s had in his entire life. and who knew collin graf could move like that.
i would assume it backfires at some point. but by then they’re already in too deep, like each other too much to ever go back to the way things were before.
