#check! please

Absolutely! This is not what I was thinking about when I went to go sketch this out but here we are! I didn't have time to color as of now, but I have both a .png and .jpeg file for anyone who wants to use it as a coloring page!

(.png, should be transparent)

jpeg

(I am still open to drawing suggestions, but I will have to work on them tomorrow)

he may be a grown man but he’s a babygirl. to me <3

jack wins like three cups with the falcs lets be real !! i spent genuinely 11 hours on this so closeups + timelapse under the cut :)

CW: Sexual Content, Explicit Language

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They pile into the back of his BMW, all limbs and boyish grins. Nursey can’t believe what’s happening. Can’t believe Dex is the one pushing him back into his the leather seats and twisting around to slam the door shut behind them. That he’s finally- finally - running hands through Dex’s ginger hair as soon as he crashes forward to kiss him. That Dex lets himself be pulled closer willingly, lets Nursey’s tongue press into his mouth and chase that reckless fire he constantly radiates like some sort of warning. Nursey has come to crave it in every conversation, every fight, every connection on the ice, every time they’ve found each other’s eyes across the room, every team breakfast or debate, every missed play, every celly; he searches for it now with his tongue, desperately chasing after Dex’s own.

After a minute or possibly forever (hard to tell), Nursey pulls away to catch his breath and Dex readjusts, pulling himself further up into Nursey’s space. Nursey feels a sharp pain in his side.

“Ouch, fuck Dex,” he hisses, pushing a freckled elbow out of his ribcage and shifting to try and make more room. Weirdly, it‘s almost like his backseats weren’t made to accommodate hooking up with his hockey partner— another grown ass, 200+lbs, NCAA athlete — in the middle of the night. Wildly, Nursey wonders what car he could get that would.

Dex huffs out a soft ‘my b’ as apology, and, oh, Nursey’s sure he’s never heard Dex sound like that. Like he’s praying in church or talking to something precious, like a puppy. Dex uses his new position to trace his lips across Nursey’s neck and Nursey immediately forgets to be salty about the elbowing.

“We would have had more room in the stupid linens closet,” Dex says, lips working up Nursey’s jawline. He sucks at Nursey’s neck, forsure leaving hickeys in his wake. Nursey likes the idea that Dex wants to stake his claim. He tilts his head to allow Dex more access.

Dex groans, “Fuck, Nurse, your fucking jawline kills me.”

And Nursey. Nursey feels like he’s dreaming. Like any minute he was wake up in his bunk at the house and Dex will be downstairs in the basement, and they’ll bicker about hangovers and who should drive who to practice tomorrow and Nursey will have to keep pretending.

But no— Dex is here. Dex likes Nursey’s jawline, kissing and sucking on it like he’s be waiting for permission. Dex isn’t going anywhere. The thought settles Nursey a bit.

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