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pierre-luc dubois/ryan leonard | e, 13k

Luc. Leo.

pierre-luc dubois/ryan leonard

summary: Leno breaks up with pierre, pierre does a new tattoo, and leno is possessive about him

warnings: hurt/comfort

also on ao3? yes!

wc: 1.2k

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“Damn it, Luc.” Leno mumbled to himself, his left hand and forehead on the cold tiles of his bathroom. Right hand stroking his cock fast enough to make him cum.

But it didn’t feel the same, it was weird to only have the memory of Pierre to hold into.

Ryan would never admit it, but he knew he was in love with him, something that hasn't happened for years now.

Yet, Pierre would never know that Leno had ended their relatio- no, their situationship, that he was making it because he knew it was too much for Pierre.

It was — kinda — too much for Leno too, he was still adjusting his game, he spent much time training, rookie year and all, but he knew that having anything between them would make it way harder for Pierre, he wasn’t feeling like himself the last games, Ryan knew he needed time and space.

So when all their games had ended, Leno sent a message to Pierre, saying only his part, obviously. Pierre said it was okay, that he had his own things going on too (as if that wasn't a big part of why Leno was sending that message).

Since then, Leno had read Pierre’s last message — See ya, Leo — many times now, he was the only one that called him that, he secretly loved it.

Leno tried to occupy his mind in the off season, he spent time with his friends and family, but a part was missing. Pierre wasn’t a present reminder, but Leno’s brain was doing a decent job at not letting him forget his ex-something. He’d see him everywhere, dream about him, and wake up with a messy bed.

He was pretty tired of being in love, if someone asked.

He knew they had nothing from the start, they were “going slow”, as they called it. It wasn’t working for Ryan, he needed to have Luc a hundred percent or not have him at all, even if it hurts. And it does, a lot.

He couldn’t live with the idea of another hand touching his man’s precious body, his waist, his thighs. But he wasn’t making his jealous breakdown Pierre’s problem. It was better if they were totally appart, his jealousy wouldn’t make any rational sense that way.

He felt it anyway, but it was easier to ignore.

A little bit easier. A very tiny bit.

It was torture. Leno felt like his heart was too heavy for his body, like time was passing and he was stuck in his own slow rhythm, stuck in his feelings for Pierre.

He was able to focus on his hockey training at least, but it was hard to rest, he was pushing himself so hard, hoping his tired body would make it easier to sleep, that it would shut his mind for 8 straight hours.

He’d imagine everything Pierre was doing, everyone that was in his company, wondering if he was hooking up with another person. He’d hope that one day, he is the guy on his side, the guy that has his strong tattooed arm around his waist.

He was going crazy, yeah, Leno knew.

What fucked up most in his mind was the fact that Pierre barely seemed bothered about it, Leno felt like he was bleeding all his heart out of him and that Pierre barely cared. He cared because he had good manners, but he didn’t care because he loved him, or even liked him at the same deep level Leno did.

So Leno never texted, and Pierre wasn’t missing him, so they haven’t spoken a day during the off season.

~

A week before preseason actually started, Ovi decided to make a big reunion at a bar nearby, just so they could chat and have a good time before the season ahead. Leno didn’t know if Pierre was going, but he hoped not.

Leno was a little late, like always, but when he got to the bar it was very easy to find his teammates, always the loudest ones in a room.

“LENOOO!!” Duhaime screamed, getting to Ryan and hugging him, he was smiling like beer. “HOW ARE YOU, BUDDY??” He was speaking a little too loudly for a casual conversation, but Leno didn’t care, it was so Duhaime and he missed his unmatched energy.

“I'M OKAY MAN, AND YOU?!” Leno screamed back, some guys paying attention to their loud conversation, Beau, Ovi, Stromer, big and just as big Pro, and Luc.

Luc. He looked as good as Ryan remembered.

The time was suddenly fast, guys screaming to each other, passing beers, everything Leno expected from going out to a bar with them.

But time did stop when Ovi attempted to lift Pierre’s shirt, showing Ryan a new tattoo on Pierre’s rib.

Leno had to excuse himself to the bathroom after that.

What he didn’t expect is that Pierre felt that Leno was being weird, and went to the bathroom as well.

Leno only looked when he closed the door.

“Hey Leo.” Ryan felt like the floor was falling, that nickname, that voice. “Sorry, old habits.”

“It’s okay.” Ryan said with a small voice, not sure how he had strength to speak out loud.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, his voice as calm as always, grounding Leno like always did.

“Yeah, I just drank.” The lie came wrong, Pierre knew he had one beer, it wasn’t enough to make much effect.

“Hum.” Luc said, and he was analysing Ryan, like he could read his mind, Leno felt like he could. “Then stop avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you.” Leno said rolling his eyes, like his attitude could make Pierre believe him.

“Tell me why.” He demanded, wicked, dangerous, choosing the words he knew worked best on Ryan.

“No!” Leno was shocked he fought back. And Pierre was too.

“Leo. Tell me.” Ryan obliged his eyes to keep looking at the infinite green on Pierre’s eyes.

“You got a new tattoo.” Leno replied.

“I did.” Pierre was getting close. “And?”

“I didn’t know.” Ryan was letting his possessiveness win over his head.

“Hum.” Luc pretended to think for some seconds. “You could’ve asked.”

“You haven’t texted me all summer.”

“Yeah, I thought you were mad!”

“Why would I?!” They were talking a little too loudly now, so they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know, okay! You break up things with me and disappear!”

“I broke up because I thought you didn’t like me.” Leno said with a low voice, looking at his feet.

“Why would I?” Pierre made him look again, guiding him by his chin.

“I don’t know.” Leno shrugged, still trying to run from the older’s gaze.

“Leo…” Ryan finally looked, he never saw Pierre breaking his voice. “I’m sorry for making you feel that I didn’t like you. I do, a lot, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and if you hated me.”

“Fuck. Come here.” Leno kissed him.

They didn’t kiss much, overly aware of their teammates probably wondering where they were.

“Luc?”

“Yeah?”

“Gimme a ride to your place after this, yeah?”

“Okay, bossy.”

“I know you like it.” Pierre smiled.

“Call me that again.”

“Luc?”

“Humm yeah.” Pierre gave him another kiss. “C’mon, Leo.”

Leno smiled.