#lc91

you'd known leo carlsson since you were a kid. you grew up together over in sweden. when he was drafted to the anaheim ducks and made his move over here, you jumped at the opportunity to explore a new country, and applied for university here.

that means you've been living with him for the past few years. at the beginning of this season, rookie beckett sennecke moved in with you guys. it's a three bedroom apartment, so you had the spare room.

it's been eight months since then. and personal space does not exist in this apartment. the kitchen can barely hold three of you. the couch is even worse but you love it too much to get rid of it. don't even get you started on laundry.

or worst. the thin walls. you've heard way more than you ever wanted to. well, that's actually a lie. you heard just what you wanted. whether it be them on their own or if they brought a girl back with them. and you'll admit, you do get jealous, wishing it was you instead. but it never lasts long because the girls always run for the hills the minute they find out about you.

as mentioned, personal space doesn't exist here. so, it's also not really that odd for beckett to lean on your shoulder, have your legs over his lap. or for leo to randomly pull you down to sit on his lap when you're all on the couch together. and it seems like it's not a competition between the two of them, either.

it's also a pretty common occurrence for them to end up in your bedroom after a game when they get home. you try and do movie nights, especially if it was a rougher game. and they always claim that your bedroom is the warmest, and you have the best blankets, so yeah, you always end up tangled in your sheets.

not in that way. although, you do wish it was that way. you're so deeply attracted to the both of them that it's not even funny anymore. you'd always been too scared to do anything in fear of messing everything up. tonight, though... tonight was different.

it had been your turn to choose the movie. so, you chose 'after.' it's a steamy movie, and even though it's not really that great, there's a lot of sex scenes in it. maybe it'll be enough to drop a hint that you want them.

you're curled up together like you always are. beckett's head is on your shoulder, one arm thrown around your waist. his head is more buried in your neck, breathing you in, than watching the screen.

leo's hand is on your thigh. just placed there. but when a particularly steamy scene came on, your thighs squeezed together. and he felt it, hand now being trapped, basically pressed against your clothed cunt.

'sorry.' you whispered, blushing and swallowing harshly.

beckett felt that where his face was pressed against the column of your throat. he lifted his head for a second, glancing down to where leo had his hand, and where your thighs had clamped around it. oh. becekett leaned back in to your neck, but this time, he placed a small kiss underneath your ear, testing the waters.

they both heard your breath hitch. and leo swears he could feel you start dripping through your old leggings. oh. he shifted his hand, cupping you through them as he reached to pause the movie.

'something you want to tell us?' he asked.

you shook your head 'no', but your blush gave you away.

'you sure?' he asked.

'mhm.' you hummed, but he shifted his hand again, pressing the heel of it into where your clit lies beneath your leggings and your panties. you moaned to yourself, keeping your lips clamped shut.

'oh, baby. why didn't you tell us? could've helped you out a lot sooner.' leo said, kind of condenscendingly.

'didn't want to mess it up.' you admitted, moaning freely now and tilting your head to the side as beckett began to suck at the skin of your neck now and reached to cup your tit at the same time, thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing that he now realized was one of his.

'not gonna mess it up.' leo said, pulling his hand away.

you went to protest, but it got caught in your throat as he pulled your leggings and your panties down in one shot. beckett pulled your hoodie up, wrestling it over your head, cursing when it got caught on your hair for a second.

'oh, baby.' he said when they realized you hadn't been wearing a bra.

but then beckett's gaze landed on your dripping pussy. and he knows that he wants to get his mouth on you. he shifted on your bed, laying down so his head was against one of your pillows.

he held his hands out, gesturing for you to come sit on his face. 'let me make you feel good.' he said.

he didn't have to tell you twice. not when you'd been dreaming about this for so long. you shifted, crawling up the bed and his body so you were straddling his face, knees bracketing either side of his head. he grabbed your thighs, pulling you down onto his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit.

you moaned out, hands flying to his hair, unintentionally pulling his face closer to your core. but he didn't seem to mind. if anything, he dove in further if that was even possible.

you blindly reached back for leo, but he was already there, pushing you forward just a little bit to open your hole up to him as beckett continued making out with your clit.

'you ready?' leo asked, but he didn't even really need to. he could tell.

he guided the tip of his cock to your entrance that was already slick enough from your arousal and from beckett's spit. then he was pushing in in one go. you cried at the sudden feeling of fullness you were experiencing.

leo gave you a second to adjust, beckett still licking at your clit, fingers digging into your thighs as he helped you shift to accommodate leo inside of you.

you tilted your head back onto leo's shoulder, one of his hands coming around your front to fondle with your breasts as he began slow and steady thrusts in and out of you.

every time he pulled back out, beckett's tongue would flick at where leo's cock met your folds, making both you and leo hiss or moan in pleasure and at the feeling of it.

'faster.' you managed to moan out.

both beckett and leo weren't completely sure who you were asking this to, so they both sped up anyways. beckett buried his face even further into your pussy, beginning to lick and suck at you like it was his last meal. leo sped up his thrusts, keeping one hand on your hip and the other pinching at your sensitive nipples.

the triple stimulation; your nipples, your clit, and your g spot, had you seeing stars. you weren't gonna last long. you can already feel your orgasm approaching. part of is probably also due to the fact that you've wanted this for so long and you wanted them so badly. you had been so worked up.

leo felt your walls clench around him, and beckett flet your clit pulse against his tongue when he flattened it, dragging it back and forth across your sensitive bundle of nerves.

you let out what was almost a scream. 'oh, god. oh, fuck. right there. don't stop.' you managed to moan out.

they both sped up their movements again, eager to please you and help you come. your entire body shook, your hands tightening in beckett's hair, pushing him closer, nose digging into you as the waves of your orgasm began to wash over you.

beckett kept licking at you all through it, savouring the taste of you and wanting as much as he could possibly get. leo continued his thrusts, helping you ride it out as his orgasm reached him and he shot his load inside of you.

you collapsed to the side of beckett once leo pulled out, beckett wiping at his lips with the back of his hand as you caught your breath. you hadn't had that good of an orgasm in years.

'that's so much better than my vibrator.' you admitted.

leo and beckett exchanged a look. they're well aware of you having a vibrator. thin walls and all. but hearing you admit it out loud was a completely different thing. especially since they'd heard you through the walls. they'd just been waiting on you to admit it.

leo grinned, already going to look through your nightstand drawers. 'well, you certainly don't need that anymore.'

-Leo is constantly touching you, not in an inappropriate way but always a hand on your back or an arm around your waist even in public.

-Leo is very clingy especially in the mornings, he never wants to get up or you to get up before he's ready so mornings when he has practice are awful because he's almost late every time.

-Leo never shuts up, always talks to you about everything. Beckett told Leo a secret one time and then was embarrassed when he realized that you knew because your bf told on him so no secrets are safe with Leo.

-Leo took you to family skate and taught you to skate now you can skate as well as he can.

-Leo showers with you all the time just because he can, he loves watching you do your hair because your routine is so strict it amazes him.

-Leo knows nothing about makeup but he loves watching you put it on, especially for date nights your nearly late because he refuses to get dressed until your makeup is done just so he can watch.

-Leo's teammates tease him for his constant need to send you updates on the road, he texts you when they leave the hotel, when they arrive at the arena etc. You love it but they tease him like crazy.

When he comes home irritated, his eyes blown out, his jaw already clenching from the whirlwind of thoughts in his head, you already know the routine. He doesn’t want to deal with sounding words out in english, or stuttering and restarting his sentences just to explain his feelings, when he knows the option of eating you out was right there.

He’s always been hyper aware of his lips. He’s always chewing to soothe himself, always squeezing his bottom lip between two fingers like a child. The world goes quiet when his teeth and flesh and gums clatter with foreign objects — but most of all, when the soft wet cushion of your heat pulsates around him, giving him more and more slick until you’re dripping on his face. That’s when he really feels content.

You joke by making a show of pulling your own shorts down in the entryway, but his eyes just darken and he’s cornering you there against the wall. He’s dropping down to his knees. Your shorts are scattered somewhere. He’s usually able to make it to the bedroom, but today hes insatiable. He’s said nothing, just dropped his bags down with a clunk, and a heavy sigh and an even heavier tension in his shoulders. You don’t really want to ask him what went wrong at practice anyway. Better to leave that until after he’s quieted his mind and you’re so loose and pliable and sensitive that whatever he says is annoying him today won’t annoy you too.

He pulls your underwear off quickly, not even sparring you a second glance. They pool at your ankles. His fingers mold their own personal imprints into the skin of your thighs, leaving discoloration dents in their wake. It feels like a deep ache, dizzying the way his grip easily pulls your legs wider. His mouth latches onto you immediately, not even pretending to care about teasing. He’ll bite your inner thighs later, when you’re physically pushing him off because of the overstimulation on your clit and he still needs to gnaw on something.

“F-fuck, Leo…” you stutter out. Your back is uncomfortably supported by the wall. His forearms wrap behind your thighs so you won’t squirm away. His cheek rests on your upper thigh, licking just your most sensitive area first. It’s intense going from nothing to having him suck right there.

He grazes that spot with his teeth just barely - enough to make you choke out a weird sound that has you flushing and looking down at the dirty blonde hair between your thighs. He’s like a dog starting to dig a hole; he goes into this headspace and he won’t be roused out of it even if your fingers are rough in his hair or your hips jut out to meet the skilled lapping of his tongue. He just presses his chin into you harder so he can maneuver his tongue into your fluttering hole, dipping in to gather your slick and pulling out to kiss down your folds again.

He won’t pull off to be cocky, to say stupid shit and leave you cold and dissatisfied. He barely gives himself time to breathe. He groans when he gets that extra little whine out of you, but he’s not talking until he gets you to cum.

You say his name over and over again, various curses string together into nothing. At one point, the arms wrapped around your lower half come up to grab at your top and push it up, so his twitching hands can feel the expanse of your tensing stomach and soft breasts. You help him lift it up over chest, so the fabric rests there.

You’re so tender and soft that Leo’s mind completely melts when your wetness becomes all he can taste. His lips move on their own. He knows you well enough, has used you as his stress toy enough times to get it right, to make you finish quicker than anybody else has. It was only the polite thing to do.

A hand comes down to your mound, and he uses his thumb to push the skin up, forcing your clit closer to him. He’s making these terribly lurid noises from all the slick and sucking and it’s louder than your heavy breathing and moaning. It’s piercing the quietness of your home. It’s disgusting.

His large hands wander your body, and when he recognizes the sloppy snapping of your hips as your way of telling him you’re close, his fingers roll over your nipples, playing with the delicate buds. You cry out, almost pulling him clean off your body with the force you have on his hair.

He’s smiling against your clit, watching you come down from the last waves. His thick eyebrows are raised, his blue eyes wide and unblinking because he’s gained this new energy from making you spasm right by the front door. It’s the first time he’s looked up at you since he started. He doesn’t even register the pain of his knees on the hardwood, really. You yank him away when he’s still pressing his tongue on your aching clit. He’s almost laughing at the annoyed look on your face.

He’s drenched in your arousal. Its glinting off his lips, chin, and the tip of his nose.

“Better?” You’re trying to catch your breath.

He nods but his gaze falls down to your thighs. His fingers touch the slick that’s gliding down, as if it wasn’t real.

“Another round?” He asks.

Hearing was just another part of life for most, just like breathing or even existing.

There are some people who do have to worry, who think about it more than most. Not everyone got the ability to hear, or atleast not fully like others.

Hearing loss was something that people had to deal with, something that a lot didn't even think much about. Some people were born without the ability to hear while others eventually lost that ability.

Beckett was someone who had to think about it all, someone who dealt with those issues.

It was chronic ear infections, random loss of hearing, random ringing and pain. Things that most wouldn't want, but he had to live with it.

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It was another day, one starting off completely fine for him. No pain, ringing or hearing loss.

These days were Becketts favorite, he felt free and like he didn't have to actually worry about anything. He wasn't going to spend time worrying today, he deserved to enjoy it.

It was a good day, he got breakfast, worked out, went to a store and invited a teammate to come over and spend some time together.

Everything went well until he got home, deciding on taking a nap to recharge for when Leo came over. When he woke up everything seemed fine, but he was hungry.

Popping something easy in the microwave, leaning against the counter and scrolling on his phone with an airpod. He knew how long this took usually, but it felt a lot longer.

Giving a bit longer wouldn't hurt, so he waited until he got a bit confused and looked over. The microwave was done, it had been done for a bit yet he hadn't heard anything... which made his stomach drop.

He had an ear free, so why the hell hadn't he heard the beeps? He got the food out quickly, not wanting it to get cold again. The food looked good, but he really didn't feel like eating anymore.

Beckett practically yanked his air pod out, snapping his fingers next to his ear... and it was fine, which he had known from watching videos. He didn't even need to try it, but he decided to do the other ear... only to get a really muffled sound.

He absolutely hated this, it was supposed to be a good day. He was supposed to actually enjoy the day, but now he was here with a fucked up ear and it annoyed him.

He just stomped over to his table to eat, practically attacking the food with a fork while tapping his foot.

He still had Leo coming over, and he didn't want to cancel on the poor guy when it was so close to the time he was supposed to be here.

Beckett could feel the pain starting, something that he knew was going to feel like hell soon. He often tried to ignore the pain, but that only meant he did something when it was really bad.

He finished his food, but didn't even dare go to take something for his pain that was starting. He wasn't going to randomly start taking meds before it got bad, it was kinda of a habit to just ignore pain at first.

He decided to make sure his door was unlocked, then lay down again. He didn't want to risk not hearing Leo's knocking when he arrived, so the door being left unlocked seemed smart.

☆

Leo had arrived, standing outside and knocking for a second time. He knew Beckett wasn't asleep, he wouldn't invite him over then fall asleep on him.

Nobody came, so he tried to open the door. It surprisingly opened, so he carefully stepped in and slipped his shoes off.

He had been here a few times, but he still looked around as he walked to the living room. He spotted Beckett, curled up and crying. Worry ran through him, he had never seen Beckett like this before.

Moving over to check on him, hand gently landing on his shoulder. Beckett practically jumped, looking very alarmed until he saw it was Leo.

"You okay, man?" Leo asked, which Beckett just shook his head. He couldn't lie, not with tears rolling down his cheeks. Leo was quick to sit next to Beckett, speaking again but Beckett had to turn to look at him.

It was hard to hear him with Leo on the bad side and while he was crying, he could see the concern on the Swedish mans face. "My ear, it hurts so bad."

Leo just furrowed his brows, then nodded. Getting up and making a straight line to the bathroom, he knew Beckett kept stuff there like painkillers. He got the meds and a drink from the kitchen, coming back to give him everything.

Beckett looked at the things before taking them, he hated having to take meds for a stupid thing like his ear hurting... even if it was one of the worst pains he's ever felt.

Leo rubbed his back, watching Beckett with such care in those eyes of his. Beckett looked at him again, he looked like a sad little puppy or something.

Leo wiped his face for him, not wanting him to stay with a soaked face. Beckett practically melted, loving the feeling of being cared for.

"S-something happen to your ear?" Leo asked, he didn't want to ask too much but he also didn't want Beckett to keep it to himself.

"My ear just hurts sometimes..." he'd admit, it was the closest he ever go to fully admitting it all to someone who wasn't family or like one other friend.

y/n’s shirt was soaked see-through with leo’s tears, his head nestled against her chest as he sobbed himself to sleep. her fingers ran through his blond hair, gentle, loving. he looked up at her, his eyelashes clumped together with tears.

“we’re, we’re, we’re so bad and c-c-c-cronin keeps yelling at us.”

“shhh… it’s okay… he’s not here.”

“i wish, wish, wish i was on any other-ther-ther team.”

“i know you do, baby.”

“i should’ve stayed in, in, in sweden. i’m not, not cut out for this.”

“yes, you are.”

“n-n-no, i’m not.”

“baby, don’t say that.”

“i sh-sh-should go back.”

“leo, right now, you should be here, with me. forget cronin, forget the ducks. just be here.”

“i l-l-l-love you, äksling.”

“i love you too.”

“just stay here.”

“i’d never leave you, leo. my sweet boy.”

he simply burrowed his face deeper into her collarbone, muttering delightful nonsense in swedish.

“are you c-coming to four nations?”

“no, lovie, remember? i start my internship.”

“right.”

“but when you get back, i’ll be right here, waiting.”

“tack, äksling.”

“and if you need me, just call.”