Yes, yes, Coops are going to have the most beautiful honeymoon and be in love forever but have we considered how insufferable they'd be after the Olympics if they played? Character credit to @lumosinlove!
TW for heavily implied past/ imminent smut
Nine o’clock. James finished his second bowl of cereal and gave the room another scan when he got up to bus his dishes. Sirius liked a lie-in on the rare occasion it was possible, but this was pushing it, even for him. Especially on the road. James was going to be pissed if he skipped continental breakfast to get Dunkin’ with the guy he saw every day. Not that he didn’t see James every day. Or that James would ever really be upset, but he was morally obligated by the laws of best-friendship to give him hell about it.
Maybe his favorite antisocial socialite had just gotten tired of sharing meals with everyone at the Games. Ha. Not likely. If there was one thing Sirius loved more than being on the ice with a full team (plus subs), it was collecting them around his dining room table.
“T.” He rapped his knuckles on the back of a booth seat. “You seen Cap this morning?”
Thomas shook his head. “Not a peep. Jesus, man, look at that.”
Another gust of wind turned the world outside to a white blur: the heaviest, thickest, coldest snow James had seen since he was nine. Thomas shivered theatrically and took another sip of coffee. James jerked his head at the window. “Just like home for you and Loops, eh?”
“Why do you think I left?” Thomas snorted.
“No kidding. Think we’ll get stuck?”
“I think we already are.”
James sucked his teeth. He could go for another coffee, but he’d be a wreck by 2 o’clock. The decaf here tasted like sand and motor oil regardless. “How much does Loops like the snow?”
Thomas’ arched brow confirmed the answer he already knew. Not Dunkin’, then. If it was even open. And if Dunks was closed, so was everything else, so they wouldn’t have left.
The pool? It was early, sure, but a hot tub sounded nice with the mess coming down. The booth squeaked when Thomas leaned back, rolling his ankles out under the table with a singsong whistle. “I’m dreaming of a white….February….”
No, no more coffee, but definitely his swimsuit. It was hot tub time—whether he’d have company or not.
-
“Come back.”
“One second,” came the muffled answer, followed by the sound of water. A swish and spit, then a second. It was a familiar enough routine to frustrate Sirius. He rolled onto his back and kicked the sheets back down to the foot of the bed; put one arm under his head, then the pillow, and finally laid it back on the mattress with a heavy exhale toward the blizzard-blind window. Not a building in sight, even when he squinted. The hotel radiator hummed in a constant spill of heat that made gauzy curtains flutter like bedsheets falling to the floor. (Shh, baby, shh, don’t want them to hear.)
The bed dipped beside him, and Remus was curled up against his ribs in the hollow of his arm before Sirius could even turn his head back around. “Brr, yikes.”
Devastation. Cruelty. Sirius hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of Remus’—his own?—boxers and tugged with a small noise of distress that Remus seemed to take as a joke. “Why’d you put these back on?”
Remus stopped trying to pull the blankets back up to their shoulders and blinked at him. “To brush my teeth.”
“Mean to me.”
“I had morning breath.”
As if Sirius had ever cared or ever would. Ever. In his life. He made sure to slip some tongue into the next kiss, nipping Remus’ smile right off his mouth as he rolled them onto their sides again, then kept going until Remus was laid across his chest. The blankets tangled around his ankles; body-warm and still fresh(ish), they made the perfect cocoon without denying him an inch of smooth freckled skin. (I can’t help it, you taste so good.)
“James—”
“Don’t talk about James right now,” Sirius mumbled into the next kiss, tucking both hands down the back of Remus’ underwear to gather two handfuls of his ass. He was cooler to the touch than when he’d left for those few merciless minutes. That wouldn’t do at all.
Remus laughed into his mouth. He was minty fresh, but Sirius could fix that, too. He’d had enough of Remus in other people’s colors, smelling of other teams’ rooms, no matter how much of a rush it had been. Weeks of suffering through digital billboards and posters of his face, blown up a thousand times larger than life just to torment Sirius with detail in 4K when he was supposed to be professional.
He squeezed; thick muscle, warm skin. Remus grinned, but never stopped kissing him. Good. “He’s missing you.”
Sirius took his lower lip between his teeth. “Who?”
“James.”
“Why are we—”
“I’m just saying,” Remus said with a placating brush of his thumb over Sirius’ forehead. “I remember you telling him we’d be at breakfast. You big baby.”
“There’s time.”
“It ended—” Remus tried to lean toward the nightstand. Sirius made sure he didn’t get far. “—five minutes ago.”
That particular stretch of neck was too bare. “Such a shame. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Hmm.” Remus looked down at him, the critical, analytical focus that made Sirius feel delightfully like a bug in a jar. Hope, in her endless affection, called it ‘studious’. Sirius leaned more toward ‘deeply sexy’.
Sirius had it on good authority that Remus far preferred his worst behavior to any attempt at his best. Mostly because it meant Remus could be on his worst behavior and get away with it. He kept both hands down Remus’ shorts and stared back, unblinking.
“There’s no way we’re getting home tonight.”
“Nope.”
Remus sighed, shoulders caving right in Sirius’ line of sight. Bare. Biteable. (Don’t stop, Re, did I tell you you could stop?) “We’re gonna be up all night again,” he muttered.
“Yep.”
An unimpressed look: one of Sirius’ favorites, ranked just below domestic confusion and feral, jump-the-boards intensity. The look deepened with a raise of Remus’ eyebrows that said really? and meant keep pushing. As if it wasn’t equally his fault they’d spent the night napping between rounds and probably would keep doing so until the next Olympics.
Sirius smiled up at him and squeezed again. This time, he didn’t let go. “We’re going nowhere.”
“We need to eat.”
“Room service.”
“You know, I hear there’s a whole hockey team full of our friends downstairs.”
“Wow, amazing.” Sirius gently bit at Remus’ forearm, folded over his chest. “It’s almost like we see them every. Day.”
“You are grabbing my ass so hard right now.”
“I can let go.” He would not.
Remus seemed to ponder it for a moment, narrowing the eyes that distracted Sirius on every block of the Village. “How does anyone get you to do anything?”
Like he didn’t know. Sirius bit him again, right on the trio of freckles by his wrist, then dragged his mouth to the next cluster at the round of his muscle. Absolutely fucking insane what the season did to him. He didn’t blame the committee for putting Remus on everything they could. “I am very,” another nibble, near the bone of his opposite wrist. “very easy to motivate.”
Remus made another little humming sound, but the battle was over, if that even counted as a battle. Tug-of-war, maybe. A feigned fencing match, like when they bickered over who should do the grilling even when the answer was obvious every single time. Remus finally let himself relax and laid flat, chest-to-chest, his nose beneath Sirius’ jaw and the freshly-cut ends of his hair still soft from their shower the previous night. (On your knees. Slow.) He took a deep breath. Sirius felt the whole thing, from the dip of his diaphragm to the pulse of his heart.
“You’re thinking about that review.”
Sirius groaned, wrapping both arms around his lower back in a tight hold. “Of course I am, tabarnak—”
“It was good.”
“It was the best.” He wanted to crush them together forever. “We’re the best.”
“Fuckin’ crazy.”
“Bury me with it,” Sirius said solemnly.
Remus raised his head just enough to look down at him. “And what else?”
“My skates. Our medals.” A kiss to one cheek, hard and rough, then the other. “And you. Come back.”
“I’m—” Remus broke off with a laugh, looking behind himself. “I literally could not be closer.”
Sirius snapped the band of his underwear.
“I wasn’t about to go wander around naked—”
“We’re the only ones here!”
“Still.”
“You’re—” In locker rooms every day, Sirius finished in his head, but settled for drowning his protests in a swollen-soft mouth instead.
And how about Lupin’s breakaway?
My god, Steve. My god.
We’ve spoken at length about both Sirius Black and Remus Lupin as individuals in these Olympics—and there is still so much more to say—but I have never seen the kind of consensus among international commentary that game has inspired. Historic, Rick. The kind of thing fans will be talking about in fifty years.
Absolutely, Steve, and not only because Black and Lupin are the first professional men’s hockey players to be married and opponents—
Married at all.
At all, true, true. That fact defined much of the conversation around their presence at the Games this year, and their roles as rival captains.
Ha, well, I think we all heard Black’s opinions on that.
He’s not one for rivalry rumors, no. But both of them went into every game like it was their last, and that gold-medal final exemplified their strengths as players and leaders on the ice.
Most definitely. There is so, so much to be said about those teams as well. Canada may have taken silver this year, but I haven’t seen one real critic of Black’s performance throughout the Games.
Who could be?
I mean, the kind of skill we saw from him across the board was simply exceptional. Those years of captaincy with the Gryffindor Lions, the grit and work that’s gone into building his team and career with such sincere passion for the sport. That final was heartbreaking for him, I’m sure, but those last few plays…
Outstanding. Outstanding. We heard it from Lupin himself in that postgame interview, that even with gold around his neck, he still believes Black is the best player in the world. And, you know, biased or not, he’s absolutely correct.
Now, we could go on about that podium game for a whole segment, but I really do believe Mikaela Freeman said it best in this week’s New York Times Sunday sports review: if you want to see how the game of hockey was meant to be played, look no further than Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
Gold medals, Gatorade, champagne-soaked microphones—he belonged to Sirius, now, exclusively, at long last. Their Games. Their game. And their game was great.
A heave and a roll and a laugh, and Remus was under him again. Pleased by it, too; it was written all over his face and the stretch of his arms before he laid them over Sirius’ shoulders and goal-scoring fingers tangled in his hair. Sirius reached back and yanked the blankets over their heads. The white, cold light vanished in the hollow of their hideaway.
“You are…” Remus didn’t finish, trailing his fingertips over the planes and bumps of Sirius’ face before lacing them at his nape again. “Look at you,” he said softly. The sides of his mouth turned down for a beat. “Missed you. Ugh.”
“We could’ve been roommates.”
“They would have run you out of our hotel.”
“You could have stayed with me.” Though in truth, Sirius wasn’t sure he ever would have let him out of that bed to go frolic around in that star-spangled sweater.
“Logan would run me out.” Remus’ eyes shone happily, mouth sweet on Sirius’ jaw. That mouth had been anything but sweet last night, but Sirius had always appreciated his versatility, however it manifested. “Big bad Captain Black. They wouldn’t let you within a hundred feet.”
“Meters.”
A flash of hot triumph, days old but far from cooled. “I’m sorry, whose gold is that?”
“Fuck you.”
“Better get used to the measurements of freedom, baby.”
Sirius groaned and buried his face in the safety of Remus’ collarbone, which shook and jostled him as he laughed. There was nothing funny here. Nothing at all. Sirius’ mournful noise only made him do it harder.
“Poor thing,” Remus cooed, pushing his hands over Sirius’ aching shoulders. “You were so good. You know that.”
Sirius’ stomach fluttered. (Good boy, almost there.) “Je crois.”
“Yeah-huh, you were.” Remus rubbed his back, the heel of his hand oh-so-familiar on Sirius’ sore muscles. They’d played so, so hard. He knew Remus was still feeling it. That kind of momentum, the reach of his body, the hits he took and those he doled out. He skated like he expected everyone else to be seven feet tall and bulletproof, and hit them twice as hard. Sirius’ ribs still hurt from one of those.
He propped his head on the center of Remus’ chest and sighed. “You bruised me.”
Amber flickered over his neck and shoulders. “…yes?”
Sirius rolled his eyes and took Remus’ hand, planting it flat to his side. “Here.”
“I think I apologized very well for that last night.”
“Ow.”
“And this morning.”
“Ow.”
“And last week, you—” Remus ran his fingers up Sirius’ ribs, far past the fading bruise and right into the sensitive spots that made him yelp and kick, too trapped in the blankets and Remus’ embrace to escape. Not that he wanted to. Not then, not now, not ever again. He was quick to collect fine wrists in his hands and pin them beside Remus’ ears, and sealed it with a kiss.
He let it simmer, low and slow. He missed it. He missed them. Not Olympics them, no captaincy or cameras, no rivalry bullshit. Not even the scant hours they stole for themselves, when the very air vibrated with the knowledge they’d be the last ones standing—though those had their moments. Curled up in a window seat, having left their flag-adorned gear behind in favor of splitting a piece of coffee cake. They’d known it was coming in the earliest days. There was no other option either of them would allow. If they had to take their teams on their shoulders to get through Russia, Germany, Finland, Sweden, they’d do it. If they had to play the final one-on-one, they’d do it.
The media had been all over it. But it wasn’t for them, and it never had been. Sirius couldn’t stand it. He played for Canada, but he played for Logan more. He played for Remus more than anything. To be matched and challenged, driving each other into the ice until there was literally nothing left. He still felt like he’d walked through a waterfall and come out cleaner on the other side.
“They were right,” he said into Remus’ mouth, kissing a path down his red cheek to the hollow of his throat and the bruise below. “They were so right to make you captain, loup. When you skate…”
There weren’t words for it, but Remus would understand. For weeks, his name came decorated with enough adjectives to cover the SAT. Sirius didn’t believe in all that, but he believed in hockey. Remus played like he was made for the game, and it was made for him. That was the beginning and end of it. Sirius knew the feeling.
“I know you were nervous,” he added, or else Remus would start protesting. He traced the pulse points of his wrists, then shook his head. “I never was.”
Remus looked at him, golden against the white sheets. “Really?”
“Not for a minute.”
“Even though you knew you’d lose?”
It was a tease, but Sirius just nodded. “Ouais.”
Remus’ smile slipped at the corner. His gaze went soft, pink heating his neck and shoulders. “Crazy boy,” he murmured.
“You were going to drag that team across the finish line by their laces, if you had to.”
“So were you.”
“The way you looked at me—” Sirius broke off. He didn’t need to find words. Remus knew what that had felt like. He shook his head again. “I fought you for it. That game was—it was everything, Re. But I knew.”
“You’d never let me win.”
“I couldn’t have stopped you,” Sirius said honestly. “And I tried.”
He was pale with winter, still. Sirius wanted to take him somewhere nice this summer. Somewhere warm, where the sun would kiss his hair blond until the start of the season, grown long around his ears for the wind to ruffle. They’d go to the lake, but he needed more of this first. He’d need it for the rest of his life. They shared the ice and snow; the sun belonged to Remus.
Even snowed into a hotel room, waiting for Sirius’ phone to buzz with an official cancellation of the game (and likely their flight home), they could have this. He figured it was a good omen for the future, when things would be easier. They could run away to the beach for a whole year if they wanted. Would Remus let him carry him off in the middle of the night to somewhere quiet? He thought so. He would miss James, though, and the rest of the team. They could have neighboring cottages, maybe. Or islands. He didn’t want to be bothered about noise.
The ladder of his ribs rolled under Sirius’ fingers, soft now that they’d stopped sweating all over each other for a few minutes. There was very little softness to Remus at this point in the season—especially considering the last few months—but he’d never be made of jagged edges. He could be in the best shape of his life (and Jesus fuck, was he ever) and still be smoothed by that heart. Sirius laid a kiss over it, cradling Remus’ hips in his hands.
Then he shoved both down the sides of his boxers again and deepened the kiss until his lungs burned, swallowing Remus’ surprised noise. Remus tried to meet him, and failed—tried to sit up into it, and failed harder. Sirius used his shoulders to weigh him back down onto the sheets and licked into his mouth, past the toothpaste, past the laughter, until Remus turned his head and he could grab his chin instead, licking a line up his cheek.
“Four years and it’s mine.”
“No way.” Remus scrubbed at his cheek with the edge of the pillowcase, all feigned disgust even as he pressed closer to Sirius’ body. “Big fuckin’ dog. Ugh.”
Mine. “I’m fucking coming for you.”
“Yes, please.”
“Logan is going to be doing conditioning for…until he prays for mercy. And then he’s doing more.”
Remus snorted. “Yeah, maybe, if Knutty and Harz release him.”
“And I,” Sirius threatened, gripping the thick heft of Remus’ upper thigh. “am going to end your dreams. I will grind your face into the ice and score a hundred thousand points.”
Remus looked up at him, humor playing at his mouth. “You’re gonna grind on me?”
“Until you quit hockey and only play with me. Forever,” Sirius added, decisive. He pushed his face into Remus’ cheek with a snarl. “And then I’m going to take my medal, and dig yours out of the drawer I hide it in after this, and tie you to the bed for three fuckin’ days.”
A happy shiver ran through Remus. Fingernails scratched through Sirius’ hair and sent his head spinning in a giddy, twirling loop. A few gentle kisses found his mouth, small tastes, simply sweet and intimate to anyone that didn’t know him like Sirius did. Remus was going to tear him apart in a matter of moments. But before that, he’d be kissed like this, and after, they’d have breakfast and watch Iron Chef in their underwear until noon. Sirius half-wondered how long it would take to work this hair-trigger need out of his system, but he wasn’t confident it would ever end, in this life, with this boy.
“A hundred thousand points.” A tongue, wetting his lower lip. If Sirius was standing, his knees would be weak. “Big dreams, Captain Quebecois. Jesus, your hands are so far in my shorts, they’re twisting all weird—”
“That’s why I was saying—"
(One more, loup, I know you can, I know it’s hard, one more for your captain.)
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Thomas had found it when he wasn’t looking for it. He found a lot of things when he wasn’t looking. He’d found Noelle that way, hadn’t he? Just…watched her walk into family skate next to Logan—still in his sad-green days—and found her. Or, she had found him? That sounded more correct. He’d brought her a piece of Celeste’s chocolate cake. Sat down. Remus—still in his quarter-zip and khaki days—had laughed at him. God, don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous, T.
And Thomas had been. Because that was what happened when something snuck up on you. Even pretty girls could spook as much as they thrilled. Heart hammering until she’d smiled at him and—why don’t you grab yourself a fork, Walker?
And then they’d gotten out onto the ice and she’d won every damn face-off, and her hands—
“Anyway.” Thomas smiled when that got laughs from the crowd. Noelle had one hand over her face and Logan was turned fully around in his seat to laugh at her blush. “I promise this has something to do with my Remus-story.” Thomas glanced at Remus, glad to find him smiling, and then to Sirius beside him, just because it was habit and instinct.
“Noelle found me when I was entirely distracted by a certain someone taking over our ice for the first time,” Thomas said, then pointed right at Finn, who was already shaking his head, arms crossed. “Anyone here not know the story of the time Loops dangled Harzy so bad he fell clean over?”
Finn threw his hands up, Leo laughing. Finn threw a hand at Kasey. “And beat the Blizzard! No one ever includes that.”
“I don’t deny it,” Kasey called back.
“Well, Loops,” Thomas said into the microphone, eyes on Remus. “Didn’t I promise to stir up some rehearsal dinner chaos?”
~
But Thomas found other things while not looking. He’d found the photograph that way. Mostly, he’d been curious. Remus on the ice had made him curious. Maybe he and Remus had crossed paths at college. Maybe they’d been this close to sharing the ice. Sharing a thousand shifts.
Remus Lupin ice hockey got him a lot of dead links. Which, no, that wasn’t what he’d wanted. He’d wanted team photographs. A bio. Statistics. But here was an interesting find anyway.
He didn’t know if Remus had looked. Didn’t know if he was allowed to bring it up—especially not then. Remus hadn’t even been on the team yet. It’d still been more colleague than friend between them.
But now they did share the ice. And Thomas had done his best to hold steady while Remus’ entire life changed beneath his feet, and he would speak at his wedding, and, right now, he was watching Remus and Leo, both wearing hockey helmets, sing a song Thomas wished he knew, if only to sing along.
And for some reason, against the drinks making him buzz pleasantly, and the arm Noelle had around his waist, all Thomas could think about were dead links and the sheer lack of photographs, and—Fenrir Greyback. The way that man sounded on the ice, the cruel, spitting whine of him.
Noelle’s hand came up to rub at his chest, the way it always did when—well, she just knew him, didn’t she? Didn’t have to search at all.
“What’s up, coeur?” She said beneath the music. She didn’t look concerned, exactly, broke long enough for a smile when Leo tried to hit a high note, but her hand remained, thumbs swiping gently over the fabric of his t-shirt. “You look a little…contemplative? For karaoke.”
He could tell her. Right now, he could tell her. Talk it all out to her. Explain why his throat felt so tight every time he so much as looked at the speech he’d written. Thomas felt like he’d overcome quite a few odds in this small game of theirs. And Remus? No, it wasn’t as if he’d done it alone, having Sirius Black in your corner helped. But Remus had all but rewritten his odds. And he was still doing it.
“I’m good,” Thomas said. Thomas tucked his fingers snug against Noelle’s waist. Remus looked at him from the stage—exactly then. Bright eyes, hair pushed back, arm around Leo’s waist as they sang some part together, completely off-beat because they were laughing too hard. It made Thomas laugh.
The surprising things about Remus Lupin—and this he’d put in his speech. The surprising thing about Remus Lupin was that he really could just…make you forget you were in pain. At least, he could dull it. Bruised ribs. Puck-split lip. Thomas looked down at Noelle. A little heart-sick over wanting your teammate’s older sister.
Didn’t mean Thomas could forget Remus’, though. Dead links and that scar on his shoulder that caught the light every day in the dressing room. Guys asked. Guys who didn’t really know. Not the most uncommon thing, to ask after scars. And Remus was good. Bright smile, throw-away laugh and a shrug. Sirius was not to good. Tight eyes and a firm look to the guy asking that would have had even James with his hands up and tail between his legs. It’d made Thomas go back and check, just once. Dead links. One team photograph. Kind of blurry, actually. Remus and Fenrir, though, dead center. Grinning.
On stage, Remus tilted his head at him, still smiling into his microphone. Thomas smiled a bit back. There it is. Remus Lupin: A couple drinks in, music blaring, and wondering if Thomas was all right.
“I’m good.” He dropped a kiss to Noelle’s temple. “Never heard anyone sing this song like this, is all.”
Noelle laughed. “Ouais, sounds right.” She turned into him, reaching up to lace her fingers at the back of his neck. Gorgeous like this, is what Thomas thought. And they had a whole summer.
He pressed her hair away from her face with soft hands. “Hey—whole summer.”
“Whole summer,” Noelle nodded. She tilted her chin up, hardly even asking before Thomas ducked to kiss her.
She was smiling by the time he pulled back.
“You know…” Noelle reached up and pressed a thumb over his bottom lip. He’d seen her mom do that to her dad more than once. Sweet, how it carried over. “We’re at Sirius fucking Black’s wedding. Well, almost.”
“That, we are.”
“I really do like weddings.”
If he could love her more, right then, he would’ve. Well, no—he could always, always love her more. A hundred times over. Especially when she scrunched her nose at him and laughed.
“Oh, yeah, Christmas.” Thomas squeezed her hips. “I’m keeping that in mind, don’t you worry.”
•
“Crowds aren’t always my thing,” Kasey said, and the tables laughed. Alex had a hand half over his mouth, grinning. He’d nodded when Kasey said that, but it wavered into something more of an unsure gesture. Always thinking the best of him, Kasey guessed. How he always got away with that, Kasey didn’t know. He cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes. Gift from Alex. Scuffed at the toes. “But I really love these guys, so, hey.”
Natalie had her fingers in Alex’s hair, and Kasey watched as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Beautiful night. If he had to give a speech—and he did want to, it just wasn’t like his heart was calm, exactly, in his chest—at least there was a warm breeze and the lingering smell of sun, sand, and firewood. At least he wasn’t so much on a stage as he was just standing in front of Sirius and Remus. In front of the family they shared. And what more was a good locker room than that? Leo was leaning forward in his seat with that massive rookie-smile on his face. Kasey used to wonder when he was going to stop looking at him like that. There was really nothing awe-inspiring about him. Except maybe his capacity for hurting himself—in all the ways.
Now, after it all, the final game and the final unbuckling of the pads, he sort of hoped Leo never stopped looking at him like that.
Kasey cleared his throat. “I think I’m speaking for any of the players here, any of my teammates—guess we have some Rangers here, too. For some reason.” He glanced at Logan. “Hey, that got me a good old, vintage Tremblay glare.”
Laughs. He was doing fine.
“I speak for everyone when I say that Remus Lupin saved our asses more times than we can count.”
“Damn right,” Thomas called out. Noelle shushed him, but not really. He appreciated the microphone squeaking a bit, bringing on the loud ha that was Alex’s and Alex’s alone. He glanced over to see that Natalie had a hand over his mouth. Kasey knew exactly what she was whispering to him. You’re so loud.
“Yeah.” Kasey rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. Snuck a glance at Remus. “He’s been saving me for a long time. Or, I guess I’d been having problems for a long time. I would just—spiral. Like, you wouldn’t believe—yeah, I see you nodding, Lupin.”
Remus waved him off, smile closed-lipped and eyes a little bright. They’d spent so much time together now that Kasey could say it wasn’t just Remus who had seen him fight tears—or, really, lose the fight to them. It went both ways now.
“When you’re hurt,” Kasey said, “and it keeps coming back. It’s just this looming…thing. Like someone standing behind you, waiting to strike again.”
Sirius’ arm went around Remus’ back, thumb rubbing soft circles over his shoulder.
“It’s really easy to feel out of control. Scary easy. And then nothing in life feels like it’s even yours. Just things that are happening to you. Which is a terrible feeling.”
That was too much. Jesus, how depressing was that? What was he even saying? But also Sirius Black was sitting there, nodding like he understood. So. Kasey couldn’t be all wrong.
“I am—um. God, I promise this speech isn’t about me.” More laughs. He gave them a smile in return. “I’m retired. I retired. I think people know that, sorry, it’s all right, though. Left y’all in good hands.” He waved a hand at Leo. “Sunshine face.”
Leo tilted his head back and laughed.
“God, here’s what I’m…trying to say.” Kasey realized he’d started walking back and forth a little and stopped. Looked at Remus, because looking to Remus had always been the most steadying thing in the room. Especially when Natalie hadn’t been there. When Alex had been in another city, and they hadn’t patched things up exactly, but he’d known Natalie, Natalie had known him, and they’d got on like fire and fucking wood, and Kasey’s thigh ached, tearing slowly apart, and his heart ached, one half in each of their hands. And Remus had just seemed to know. That sometimes those aches got so tangled up, it was hard to tell the difference.
“It takes a pretty incredible person to make you feel like you can just…be easy with them. Laugh and hang out the same day you maybe lost it a little bit earlier in their office. No embarrassment. No questions asked—except the pain scale ones. Jesus, Lupin, how do you always know when we’re lying?”
Remus was definitely crying a little now. The tears were thick in his laugh and it brought a tightness to Kasey’s throat, too, oh God.
“I got the big dream when I thought I would,” Kasey said. He gestured to the team. “This dream we all have. Even if it ended early, I got it. And you got yours, finally and long overdue. And after everything you did for me—hours, fucking hours of just…” He glanced at Julian, spitting image of Remus, and wondered briefly if he should swear. But fuck it, that kid should hear this. All of this. “Hours of just working with me, talking me out of my own head…” Yeah, Kasey was going to cry, but he fought through the words. “Loops, I got to play behind you, I got to watch you find Cap, and I just—couldn’t have asked for anything more for you. And you deserve absolutely everything.”
~
The idea of karaoke had sent everyone inside wondering what to wear, but Kasey was fine in his sweatshirt and shorts, so.
He stayed by the Lupins’ fire pit. Thought about what it’d be like to give his speech in a few days time and tried not to get nervous about it.
He’d been thinking a lot about Florida, actually. Which had nothing to do with his speech. And everything, actually. That roadie, and then the world stopping in Gryffindor’s airport. He was sure Florida meant a thousand different things to Remus and Sirius now, but Florida would always mean Alex for Kasey. Maybe even especially now.
He used to just—forget, really. What to do with himself when he was in the same city as Alex. Playing there and being in the sunshine was probably very relaxing for everyone else. Must have been nice.
He used to stare up at the ceiling when he should have been napping. Should’ve been enjoying the warm weather. Should’ve found an open rooftop and had dinner. Night swim in the steam-curled outdoor pool?
Kasey watched the embers ebb and wane with the slight breeze and thought about last season. Thought about all the boys planning that beach day. Watching the visitor’s locker room after a morning skate and seeing that everything was just a little different. Logan had been somber, but Remus—Remus had had some sort of…new lightness to him.
Grinning more than usual maybe? It’d been hard to tell because—well. All Kasey had seemed to be able to do was wait for dark red hair and brown eyes to appear around every corner. (Last year had maybe been the peak of Finn making Kasey jump. Caught out of the corner of his eye, he was a ghost).
(Now Kasey was pulling Alex’s chair closer around campfires, but still).
Still. He thought about Florida. About thinking about New York in Florida. Thigh burning while he tried to sleep and heart tight at the thought of airport kisses, and the way city lights blurred through rainy New York cab windows. One night—a final night, so it would turn out—of tracing marble pale skin with his mouth. Never thought of such a bustling city as a hometown before but, back in New York, with Alex, it had felt like one. Somehow.
And he thought about that roadie, where he’d only just secured a towel around his waist, wiping the mirror clear of steam when a knock on his door had muffled its way through the room.
Dumo, maybe, about dinner, or Finn and Logan.
Another round of knocking, two fists on the door, a mess of it. Finn and Logan, then.
“Coming,” Kasey remembered calling. And something about calming down, and then the knocking not stopping, if anything it had just picked up its pace. Sharp taps that formed some sort of pattern, bum-bum-ba-bum. It’d had Kasey rolling his eyes and yanking open his hotel room door.
“Jesus, guys, I’m—”
Not Finn and Logan. Kasey wasn’t sure what he’d felt, actually, opening that door. Cold from the hallway’s AC or warm all over from—
“Alex,” he’d said. Because, yeah—Alex. Standing in the hallway with a big O’Hara grin on his face—hard to look at when Finn did it—and wearing navy shorts and a white t-shirt. Stupid tan boat shoes and no socks. God.
“Hi, Winter.”
Kasey had just stared at him. Too much. From just thinking, worrying, wondering about seeing him, to all of Alex—right here. Kasey’s remembered clutching the band of his towel, low on his hips. He’d thought he’d be waving Finn and Logan off to let him get ready, not standing in front of…
“What are you—Hi.” Kasey glanced down the hallway. The purely Lions-filled hallway. “What…”
Alex had made a big show of frowning, like he’d forgotten why he was there. Tapped the pockets of his shorts like he’d lost something before slipping his hands inside, nice and easy. Like seeing Kasey didn’t affect him at all.
In the fire pit in front of Kasey, the charred wood shifted down, sending sparks up.
In the memory, Alex leaned against the doorway. “I mean…pretty sure I’m about to take you to dinner. So.”
Kasey had some type of stone ruin in his chest, Alex’s, that crumbled just a little more at the way he talked.
Alex’s eyes flicked down to his waist, the towel’s fragile tie around Kasey’s hips. “Is that what you’re wearing?” That stupid poke of his tongue in the corner of his mouth as he smiled. “Damn. Now I feel overdressed.”
“Those shoes are stupid.”
“Thank you.”
The memory tangled after that. Kasey felt his eyes unfocus, the fire just a blur of color and light. He touched his mouth. Not that Alex had kissed him that night. But he’d… He’d asked after Natalie. Does she miss me? Yes, was the answer. There’d been one night, a summer one, where he and Natalie had gone to New York. They were meant to see Alex once. Just dinner. Kasey hadn’t known what the fuck his problem was, wanting two people, and he certainly hadn’t been able to read that same problem all over Nat yet. So, one dinner. A start and an end. Just to see him. Just to watch the way Alex was.
But this was Alex O’Hara. This was Natalie Darcy. And Kasey could have watched them make each other laugh forever. Natalie putting her hand on his thigh, Alex’s arm stretched behind Kasey in a booth. So dinner had turned into bars after. Bars after, brunch the next morning. Brunch the next morning, a second late night dinner. Late dinner, Alex walking them to their hotel, drinks in the bar. Drinks in the bar…Alex had left for his own apartment. His own bed. Barely, maybe, yes, maybe there had been a few tight moments of barely, but he had. Kasey using the bathroom in the hotel lobby, picturing Alex coming upstairs with them for so long that someone had had to knock on the door twice. Alex standing up—he’d slid right next to Natalie while Kasey had been gone, of course he had—to let him back into his seat and asking, teasing, fall in?
Yeah. Fell into something, for sure. Falling into whatever the hell this was.
Their hotel room door had shut and he and Natalie had just stood there inside, looking at each other. Natalie in that sheer green dress she loved. No bra. It’d been a humid night, but her breasts—well, cold hotel room. Kasey felt like he could see every curve of her.
“Kase…” she’d whispered. She’d pressed a hand low on her own hips, the other squeezing his shoulder. “Kasey.”
Kasey had pressed her right up against the door with a kiss, one she laughed into as her hands making the buckle of his jeans clink against the pull-down zing of his zipper. She’d put one leg around his waist until he could sink into the soaked warmth of her—all for the love of Alex fucking O’Hara. With his brown, candlelight eyes. It had been fast, a little frantic, Kasey making Natalie come against the door. She’d straddled his hips on the bed, then, dress rucked up. She’d let the straps off her arms so the silk pooled below her breasts. Kasey let his warm hands span her waist and she’d looked at him through their haze, hand between them, guiding his cock back into her. Rode him until the turn-down service was a mess, and with nothing but the lights of Alex’s city to wash all over them.
God, he was knotted up in the memories. New York—all of that two summers ago in New York, and then Florida, Alex showing up at his door, dinner, and then laying in bed afterwards, alone. Didn’t matter that he felt like a live wire at the image of Alex and the way he brushed his knuckles against his mouth when he smiled. Alex fucking O’Hara, how’s Nat, she miss me? Got him half-hard in the middle of some stupid open-air patio restaurant, just by looking at him.
Rough game, Florida. Rough time in general, of course. Calm before the storm, really. And still, Kasey’d never forget asking Remus, while he was taping up his thigh, if something was different. You seem happy, Kasey had said, if only because, with his own heart so heavy in his ribs, Remus’ lightness had glowed bright like a sun. Remus had smiled at him. Really smiled, even with warm hands trying to loosen the stubborn muscles of Kasey’s leg. Yeah, Bliz, thanks. I…I think I really am.
The wind changed direction. Smoke in Kasey’s face, and arms coming from behind, cheek pressing against his.
“Found you,” Alex whispered into his skin, then bit soundly at his jaw.
One corner of Kasey’s mouth lifted. “Yeah, you did.”
“You gonna sing a song with me?” Alex asked. He smelled like burnt sugar and lake water. Reminded Kasey of the Hampton House. Where everything clicked together. Of course—until he’d almost ruined everything by thinking too hard. By thinking too hard and with a diamond ring. The usual.
Kasey brought his hand up to hold Alex’s wrists where they were clasped over his chest.
“Come on.” Alex pressed the words into his skin. “Or Nat and I will sing at you.”
“Is that a threat? Because it’s not one.”
Alex just pressed his face into Kasey’s neck. Kasey closed his eyes.
“You’re sitting out here all alone,” Alex whispered.
Kasey knew that. He reached back to put a hand on the back of Alex’s neck, thumb tracing until he could feel the chain of his diamond. “I’m thinking about you.”
“Oh.” Kasey felt Alex’s body tense against him. Not in a bad way. Just thinking. “Well, then I guess I can leave you to it.”
Kasey gave the chain a light yank. “Those stupid shoes you used to have.”
“Oh.” Came out in three syllables through Alex’s laugh. “I brought those—”
“No, no, no.”
Alex released him, pushing himself upright off of Kasey’s shoulders. “Let me just go—”
But Kasey had already pushed himself up, too. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to catch Alex, even with the way he was jogging backwards towards the cars. Maybe Alex slowed down a lot so that Kasey could snag him, arm thrown around his shoulders. Alex put his arm around Kasey’s waist, grinning. Kasey couldn’t look at him for too long, he’d get some sort of stupid look on his face.
“You don’t have to worry about your speech,” Alex said as they stopped just shy of the porch steps. Kasey could hear the others inside, yelling to each other. James’ voice above the others.
And, yeah, Kasey was worried. But he worried about almost everything. But right now Alex’s hair was still messy from swimming earlier and he’d gotten too much sun on the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheeks. And he was still, just—God, he still had the look of winning on him. Every part of him built up and pressing against the t-shirt he was wearing. Kasey didn’t think too much about it before he reached forward and pressed a thumb down from the center of his chest—right where the diamond lay beneath the fabric—and followed the strong line of his stomach all the way down to the tie of his shorts.
When he flicked his eyes back up, Alex was staring at him, eyebrows raised.
“Well.” Alex cleared his throat. “Hi.”
Fine. Kasey would let the stupid expression go all over him, if only to see the way, when he smiled, Alex’s eyes lit up, too.
“Stupid shoes,” Kasey said quietly.
“Hm,” Alex said.
“Oh, come on. Allez, allez—” Logan banged out of the screen door. His sweatshirt was gone, replaced by a dark green button-down that Kasey had basically come to think of as his time-to-drive-Finn-nuts shirt. Fine, maybe Leo called it that. Not you, too? Kasey had asked him. Leo had just smiled. He wears the grey one for me.
Logan frowned down at Kasey from the top step. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
Alex snorted. “Oh, oh okay, mister I-owned-ten-versions-of-the same-t-shirt-for-most-of-my-life.”
Kasey put his hands in his pockets and nodded to the grassy ground in front of him. “Why don’t you come down here and say that again, Tremzy?”
Logan narrowed his eyes, jogging down to stand in front of Kasey. Kasey pushed up on his toes once, just for effect, and Logan shoved him. Kasey put both hands on his shoulders and gave him a shake. He’d missed him.
“We’re going to a bar,” Kasey said. Then, he flicked the space where Logan’s shirt was half undone. “Wouldn’t exactly call this wearing a shirt, frat boy.”
Logan just grinned. “Ouais.”
Alex groaned, turning with them to walk to the car. “You can’t just say ways to everything.”
“Ouais.”
Car doors slamming and radios turning on after that. Kasey found himself in a dark backseat with Alex’s face lit up by his phone, typing out a text.
Kasey didn’t think too hard, didn’t worry, when he brushed a gentle knuckle to Alex’s chin, got him to look up, and leaned over and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Logan was talking fast French in the driver’s seat, and Regulus was mumbling back from beside him. There might as well have been a dividing ocean in the leather seats between them. For all Kasey cared, it was deep brown eyes looking at him, and that was all there was.
“Let’s go have fun with everyone,” Kasey whispered, just for him, then leaned in, mouth brushing Alex’s ear, just to be sure, “but I want you tonight.”
Alex made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cough, and let his head drop back against the seat.
“D’accord,” Logan said, shifting the car into drive. “Ready?”
“Yep,” Kasey said to him. Alex’s phone light timed out, going dark, and they grinned at one another in the new dark.
“Kasey fucking Winter,” Alex mouthed, then pressed a kiss to his fingertips and pressed them to Kasey’s mouth. “Yeah, Tremblay. We’re ready.”
I've enjoyed a nice break, and I hope you all have as well. I am working my way through more prompts and things, but decided to take part in Nootmas, put on by @noots-fic-fests! I'm a little late, but better late than never, I guess.
Part I of this two-part story draws from the "Christmas surprise" and "warm" prompts, and the entire story centers around the sweet and iconic O'Hara brothers! It's loosely inspired by some music I was listening to a while ago whilst I was studying, namely Orange Juice by the one and only Noah Kahan, She Lit a Fire and Meet Me In the Woods by Lord Huron, and flowers-fire by Kingfishr, so take a listen if you have a moment!
Thanks to @noots-fic-fests for the prompt ideas and @lumosinlove for the lovely characters!
October 2002
“Get in, loser!”
Kasey gave Alex the slightest smile through the open passenger door window. His eyes were half lidded and droopy, as they had been since August. Mr. Winter’s funeral had left a shadow over all of them, but over nobody more than Kasey, even though he and his dad had been rocky at the best of times. At least this time his clothes looked clean and fresh, Alex thought, not covered in dirt or leaves from the copious amount of time he spent smoking in the woods behind his house, as much as he claimed not to. But Alex could always smell the weed on him.
There was no scent of marijuana this time when Kasey sat next to him. Alex closed the passenger window and turned the volume down on the radio, then turned to Kasey. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Kasey shuffled with his backpack at his feet before finally making eye contact. Alex tried to control the beating of his heart under his gaze, which was always warm for Alex, no matter how shit Kasey was feeling. And he had been feeling pretty shit lately.
“I have a plan,” Alex said. “Like, not a massive one. Or a complex one, just… let’s go to the Tremblay’s farm, yeah? Finn joins Logan there all the time, there’s a part with a field. I mean, you can see the stars and shit, it’s pretty nice-”
“Alex,” Kasey chastised, but he was smiling gently. “That sounds good.”
“Yeah?” Alex wasted no time putting his pickup into gear. “Great, because I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go and just, like, sit under the night sky with our feelings and shit, but…”
He saw Kasey shrug out of the corner of his eye. “We don’t have to talk about our feelings.”
“I know, I just…” Alex heaved out a sigh. “Okay. Yeah, okay. We can just- chat. Yeah.”
“Well, we know you’re good at that.”
Alex rolled his eyes, but smiled. And when he turned to look at Kasey briefly- whose hair looked unfairly soft in the street lights- he was smiling back.
***
“You were right, the stars are pretty here.”
“I told you so.”
Kasey’s nudge to his knee didn’t have any feeling behind it. Alex nudged him back playfully before settling back against the pillows he’d put in his pickup bed, shivering underneath the blanket they were sharing. The wind whistled through the Vermont woods that surrounded the farmland, but it was almost more comforting than creepy. They’d been passing whiskey that Alex had smuggled from his dad’s stock back and forth, and it was starting to make their skin flush. Still, Alex shuffled closer to seek out Kasey’s warmth beside him. “I think the ghosts are out to get us.”
Kasey snorted. “Ghosts?”
“Yeah. Ghosts of- I don’t know who, but ghosts. They’re in the woods, can’t you hear them?”
“No, I’m too busy listening to you talk my ear off.”
Alex flushed and ducked his chin under the blanket. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Kasey rubbed a hand up Alex’s arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “It helps.”
Alex turned his head away from the sky at that. Kasey didn’t like to talk about it. Since Alex had returned to college in September, he’d made the drive from Burlington a couple of times to visit, and called Kasey at least once a week. But still, it was mostly superficial, and Kasey mostly asked Alex questions about his life. Alex didn’t know how many ways he could explain how much he hated his calculus class before they ran out of things to talk about.
Although, Alex didn’t think he’d ever get tired of talking with Kasey- which was yet another thing they never, ever discussed.
Alex didn’t think Kasey regretted kissing him- Alex certainly didn’t. He did regret the circumstances, though. Finding Kasey in that random empty storage closet of the funeral home had taken him far too long. Kasey had always taken to hiding when he was emotionally overwhelmed. At their junior prom, he’d been so nervous to dance with his date, Sydney Tremblay, even though they went just as friends, that he’d hid in the coat closet at the venue until Alex went and got him. Sydney ended up hiding out behind the building and making out with a girl named Amelia, anyways, but that wasn’t the point. The point was Alex would go looking for Kasey anywhere and everywhere, no matter how long it took to find him. Especially at his father’s wake.
What he hadn’t expected though, when he had gone looking for Kasey that fateful day, was for Kasey to grab him by the face and kiss him so hard he almost fell over.
Alex closed his eyes briefly against the memory. When he opened them again, Kasey was looking at him knowingly, his mouth turned down at the corners.
“Kase…”
“No.” Kasey shook his head. His voice was shaky. “Al, no, please.”
“Kasey.” Alex sat up and leaned to hover over him. “Kasey, I just- I just want to make sure you’re alright-”
“I’m fine.”
“Like hell you are.” Alex took a deep breath at the hurt that crossed Kasey’s face and tried to calm himself. “Kasey Winter, you are my best friend, I know when you’re not okay. You dropped out of college, and you love school, and you smoke weed and drink all the fucking time-”
“Alex.”
“-and tonight you’ve been taking big sips of whiskey, like, really big, and I know it’s not because you want to get drunk and have fun-”
“Alex.”
“-it’s because you’re sad, Kase, and I can’t do anything-”
“Alex!”
Kasey had taken Alex’s face in his hands now and Alex almost stopped breathing. For the first time since his father’s funeral, Kasey had tears in his eyes, and his bottom lip was trembling. He looked so tragically beautiful under the stars. Alex felt glued to his spot on the truck bed.
Kasey took a trembling breath and brushed his thumbs under Alex’s eyes. “Al, I…” His gaze dropped briefly to Alex’s mouth. “Alex, I can’t.”
“You can, Kasey, I- I feel so lost if I can’t help you.”
“I know,” Kasey whispered. His eyes were darting over Alex’s face now. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Alex, I am.” Then suddenly, as though dragged from the depths of his being, Kasey began to cry. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sh, no, Kase.” Alex took Kasey tightly in his arms, tucking his face down into his neck and running gentle fingers through his long hair. “Sh, no, Kasey, don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry, baby-”
He felt Kasey suck in a breath when he did. Alex noticed that his fingers were trembling where they were resting in Kasey’s hair. He squeezed his eyes shut. Shit.
For a few moments, they were silent and still, just breathing together. Then, slowly, Kasey pulled back. Alex’s hands fell to his shoulders, his thumbs resting just behind Kasey’s jaw, where he could feel his racing pulse. Kasey licked his lips, then took Alex’s face in his hands once again.
“I know it hurts you. That I can’t talk about it.”
Alex shook his head hard. “Kase, it doesn’t matter if it hurts me-”
“Yes it does.” Kasey’s face was pinched. “Yes it does, it does matter that I hurt you, because you’re- you’re my…” He groaned through his teeth frustratedly. “Alex.”
“What?” Alex asked. He covered Kasey’s hands with his own. “What, Kasey, what do you need? Anything, Kasey, please-”
He was interrupted by a kiss. It was quick, almost nervous, so at odds with the kisses they had shared in the store room. Kasey pulled back immediately. He was terrified and so small, his tall body hunched and framed by the rear window of the pickup. He looked at Alex pleadingly. “Al.”
Alex wasted no time in taking Kasey’s face in his own hands, now, and leaning in. He kept his eyes open, gazing into Kasey’s, until the last possible moment. Then he made sure to kiss Kasey slowly and gently like he deserved. Alex’s body vibrated with the sensation. He felt Kasey shaking, too, attempting to turn the kiss hard and rough. But Alex kept him there, cradling the heart he cared most about in the world in a way it had never been held before, with long draws of their lips. The kiss was salty with both of their tears, and the freezing air was hitting harder now, but it was the best kiss Alex had ever had. He’d never been in love with anyone he’d ever kissed before.
Suddenly, Kasey pulled back. His face was pale. “Fuck.”
Oh, Alex did not like the sound of that. “Kase,” he implored.
“Oh my God.” Kasey covered his mouth with his hands as more tears fell. “Oh my God, no, Alex-”
“I’m sorry,” Alex said hurriedly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, I-”
“No, Al, I- we can’t.”
Alex believed in many things. In hard work, in the power of a hug. He believed that, the longer you knew someone, the easier it would be to find things to talk about. He believed that laughter was the best medicine, and that having a younger brother was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he definitely believed that he was in love with Kasey Winter.
He decidedly did not believe, then, that they couldn’t.
“No,” Alex said firmly. “No, uh-uh, Kase.”
“We can’t.”
“No, Kasey, we-”
“I can’t.” Kasey was looking at Alex so pleadingly, willing him to understand. “And it’s not- it’s not because I don’t love you-”
“I love you, too,” Alex interrupted simply. It was simple. He loved Kasey.
Kasey took a moment, bottom lip between his teeth. “Al, it’s because I don’t deserve you.”
Perhaps, for the first time in his life, Alex was lost for words. “What?”
“Alex,” Kasey began, reaching to take Alex’s hands in his own. “Alex, I’m a mess. I’m… I’m so fucked up, and you’re so incredible, and you deserve someone who is just as good as you.”
“To hell with you saying you aren’t good,” Alex implored. He leaned in to look Kasey in the eye. “And to hell with what you think I deserve. What I want is you. Kase…”
But Kasey was already shaking his head. “No, Alex.”
“Kase, please-”
“I said no.”
There had only been a handful of times in his life when Alex had ever seen Kasey angry. And maybe he wasn’t even angry now, just irritated, but his face shook Alex to his core. This was not his Kasey. This was a boy, barely twenty-one, who was sad, and lost, and so, so beautiful he took Alex’s breath away. He had to try once more.
“Kasey, I love-”
“Take me home.”
Kasey dropped Alex’s hands and grabbed the whiskey bottle instead, taking two big swigs. It was almost half gone, and Alex had not even had enough to make himself tipsy, which meant Kasey had been drinking more than his fare share. He winced as he watched Kasey finish his drink, wobbling a bit, even sitting down. Kasey locked eyes with him again, stony and firm.
“I need you to take me home, please, Alex.”
Alex simply nodded, eyeing the whiskey bottle still dangling from Kasey’s fingers. “Okay.”
***
They hadn’t talked since Alex had pulled off of the access road to the Tremblay farm. It was at least a twenty minute drive to the other side of town, where Kasey lived, on a good day, but it took longer in the dark because Alex had to slow down around all the blind corners as they wound through the hilly, forest-lined roads. The only sound was the radio, where Alex had put in an old Talking Heads CD. He and Kasey normally absentmindedly tapped along to the beat, Alex on the steering wheel and Kasey on his own thighs, but now they were silent and still. Kasey was slumped against the passenger door with his eyes closed. His face was flushed from drinking.
The blinker clicked as Alex turned onto the main road. He let out a sigh, looked at Kasey briefly, and gripped the steering wheel tightly between his hands.
“Kasey,” he said. “I’m not leaving you like this.”
Kasey didn’t even crack an eye open. “It’s not your choice.”
Alex bit his lip hard. Kasey had never talked to him like that. “Kasey, we should talk-”
“There is nothing to say.”
“Kase-”
“Stop saying my name like that!” Kasey was sitting upright now, eyes angry. His words were slurred. “Stop saying my fucking name like that, why the hell can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”
“Hey!” Alex hated rising to the bait, but he was irritated now, too. “Hey, don’t talk to me like that.” He clicked his blinker on and slowed the car down. “I am pulling over and we are figuring this out-”
“No you are not.” Hands grabbed Alex’s steering wheel and swerved back onto the road.
“What the hell? Get your hands off-”
“You are taking me home!”
“This is dangerous, let go-”
“Alex!”
Alex looked up from fighting with Kasey’s hands just as they crossed the road. The four deer froze, and so did Alex, a yell caught in his throat. The next thing Alex saw were headlights coming their way and the deer running. He felt the car swerve, Kasey jerking the wheel with another yell. The world went white, then black with a bang, an airbag smacking him across the face. The last thing he heard was Kasey pleading with him to wake up before his eyes drifted closed.
***
Christmas Eve, 2006
“Well, well, well, what have we here? An Alex O’Hara, cooking?”
Alex rolled his eyes at Natalie before turning back to the root vegetables he was cutting for Christmas dinner. “Oh, ha, ha, like you’re any better.”
“I don’t need to be better,” she said, walking up behind him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I am a guest. I don’t have to do anything.”
Alex hummed, placing his knife down and turning to wrap his arms around Natalie’s waist. He kissed her firmly. “I love you.”
Her smile was everything. “I love you, too.”
“I’m so happy you came home with me for Christmas.”
“I am, too, baby.” Natalie stood on her toes to kiss him again. “Your brother is sweet. And so are his boys.”
Alex rolled his eyes hard. Finn’s partners, Logan and Leo, had also joined them for the holidays. “They are disgusting.”
Natalie flicked the side of his head. “I think they’re cute.”
“You’re cute.”
“Well, I know that.” Natalie carded her fingers through Alex’s hair. She looked contemplative. “How’s Leo?”
“What do you mean, ‘how’s Leo’?”
“I mean… I don’t know, his parent’s flight got seriously delayed because of the snow here. Is he worried or anything?”
“I don’t think so,” Alex said, patting a rhythm on her hips. “They get in the day after Christmas, so they’ll still be here for New Years.” He thought for a minute, then laughed. “I think Leo’s more irritated about the cold.”
“He is a southern boy. Not that Tremblay, though, my goodness. Born and raised a lumberjack in the deep Canadian wilderness.”
Alex rolled his eyes. “No he was not.”
“Yeah huh, he was. Until they bought the farm.”
Alex narrowed his eyes. “Should I be concerned that you’re so obsessed with Finn’s boyfriends?”
“No,” Natalie laughed. “No, it’s just…” She shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just nice, that we’re all so happy. That we’re all family. Your parents are so wonderful, inviting everyone and keeping their home open.”
Alex had a sudden flashback to Christmases in high school and warm brown eyes looking up at him from where Kasey had been asleep on his floor.
Thank you.
For what?
For letting me crash your family’s Christmas.
You are family, Kase.
“Baby?”
Alex blinked hard. “Hm?”
Natalie was looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “You okay?”
He couldn’t help but smile and kissed her forehead. “I’m so good, gorgeous.”
But her eyes were knowing. “Kasey?”
Alex nodded and rubbed his thumb over the skin of her hip absentmindedly. “Yeah.”
“He didn’t respond?”
Alex shook his head. “No.”
Natalie knew all about his history with Kasey, and the accident. He’d broken down on her when he told her how in love he’d been, guilt tearing its way through him. But she’d sat there, beautiful and understanding, and suggested he invited Kasey for Christmas Eve, just like he’d done when they were younger. Alex was grateful to her in ways he simply could not put into words.
Now she was standing in front of him, the same understanding written across her face, and gorgeous beyond his wildest dreams. She stood on her toes to cup his face and kiss him slowly. “He’ll come, Alexander.”
Alex pressed their foreheads together and nodded. “I love you.”
He felt her smile into his neck. “I love you, too.”
Alex kissed her forehead and went back to chopping his vegetables. There were footsteps sounding from down the hallway, and then Noelle Tremblay and Thomas Walker appeared in the kitchen, both in matching cable knit sweaters and complimentary earrings.
“Joyeux Noelle!” Thomas said in excited, badly pronounced French, smacking a kiss on Noelle’s cheek. “It’s this girl’s special day!”
Noelle just rolled her eyes, blushing. “Ignore him.” She opened her arms to give each Natalie and Alex a hug. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Alex said, squeezing her tightly. He clapped Thomas on the back. “How’ve you been?”
“Montreal’s sick, man,” Thomas said. “New job’s good, Noelle’s job is good, and my French is superb,”
Alex saw Noelle wince and bit back a snort. “Well, that’s good.”
“Sure is.” Thomas patted him on the back and began to head towards the living room. “Now, Leo asked me to beat Logan at cards, gotta knock him down a few pegs. So I bid you adieu.”
“C’mon,” Noelle said, tugging on Natalie’s sweater sleeve. “I brought some good wine, we can open it with Hayley.”
“Oh, yes.” Natalie kissed Alex’s cheek. “I’ll be in the living room, baby, okay? Come find me if you need help.”
“Have fun, Natalia.”
“That’s not my name.”
Alex winked at her as she left, then turned back to his vegetables. He was just putting them in a bowl to season and oil them when there was a knock at the door, and an I’ll get it! from Finn. He couldn’t see the front door from where he was, but Alex looked up anyway, brows furrowed. They weren’t expecting anyone else. Logan’s family was all here, and assuming Leo’s parents didn’t magically teleport from Louisiana, there wasn’t anybody else who was meant to be there. Unless…
“Al!” Finn’s voice was urgent. “C’mere!”
Alex blanched. He felt his heart rate pick up and his fingers dropped the knife he was holding. It clattered onto the cutting board, but Alex barely paid it any attention before he was walking quickly down the hallway. Everyone was crowded by the front door, and Finn and Logan were looking at him with wide eyes. Leo had his arm wrapped tightly around Finn’s waist, eyes darting between all of them, putting the puzzle pieces together. Natalie and Sydney, one of Logan’s other sisters, were whispering to one another in hushed voices, and Sydney put her arm around Natalie’s shoulders to give her a hug. Alex swallowed and looked at the center of the crowd, where he could see his mother tearfully embracing someone a head taller than her. Alex’s stomach dropped when she stepped away to reveal warm brown eyes looking at him.
Kasey Winter hadn’t changed much since Alex had last seen him. His hair was a bit shorter, coming down just below his chin. He looked broader, like he’d been working out, and there were less circles under his eyes. But he held himself in the same sheepish way he always had, maybe even more so when he met Alex’s gaze and gave him a small, awkward smile.
“Hey, Al.”
Alex looked at him for a moment, taking Kasey in, before he felt like he’d been shocked back to life. He closed the distance between them quickly and threw his arms around Kasey’s neck, tugging him down into a fierce hug. Kasey responded in kind, gripping Alex around the waist and ducking down to press his face into his shoulder. Alex stumbled back with the weight of him, but held on tightly to regain his footing.
“Hi,” Alex whispered shakily. His eyes stung. “Oh God, hi.” He released Kasey and stepped back to look at him, still gripping onto his biceps. “Look at you.”
Kasey’s cheeks flushed in that way they did when he was particularly sheepish. He looked around the room and they reddened further. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands from where they were holding onto Alex’s forearms, looking around the room cautiously.
Alex shook his head, as though shaking himself awake. “Oh, right, you don’t know everybody. This is Leo-”
Alex was grateful for that sunshine smile. “Hi.”
“-Thomas-”
Thomas extended his hand for Kasey to shake firmly. “Pleasure, man.”
“-and Natalie.” Alex opened his arm to tuck Natalie into his side. “My Natalie.”
“Hi,” she said. Her arm was firm around Alex’s waist, holding him up. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Kasey just smiled slightly and nodded. He looked Natalie up and down briefly. Alex knew what Kasey Winter looked like when he found someone attractive, and right now he was exposing all his tells: the way he bit the inside of his cheek, the way his eyelashes fluttered just slightly. It was how Alex knew Kasey had feelings for him all those years ago, when those beautiful eyes of his looked at Alex as though he was cradling him. And to see him look at Natalie the same way… Alex should have been jealous. Or annoyed. But Natalie was the most beautiful girl in the world, and Kasey was looking at her like he understood that.
Alex didn’t realize his breathing had picked up until Natalie pressed a hand over his chest and rubbed gently. “Do you two wanna go talk?” she asked Alex softly, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
The most beautiful girl in the world. “Yeah.” Alex cleared his throat and looked at Kasey. “Yeah, Kase, you wanna…?”
Kasey nodded, still obviously uneasy. “Okay.”
“Cool.”
Alex looked at Finn and he nodded, pressing his hands to Leo’s waist to guide him out of the room and to the kitchen, everyone following suit. Alex’s mother gave his bicep a squeeze. Noelle stayed behind briefly, her and Natalie communicating something silently, before nodding and following Thomas. Then it was just the three of them left.
“Um,” Alex started nervously. Natalie was still looking at him, eyebrows furrowed, and Alex was going to fall apart. “Kase, you remember where my room is?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Kasey stumbled through taking his boots off and looked at them with wide eyes. He was jittery. “Should I meet you?”
“Yeah, I’ll just be a minute.” Alex let his eyes follow Kasey out of the room and around the corner to the staircase. When he’d reached the first landing, Alex turned back to Natalie. His voice was choked when he spoke. “Nat…”
“Sh, baby.” Natalie wrapped her arms firmly around his neck and tugged him down to her. “Oh, baby, I got you.”
“I don’t… he’s…”
“I know.” She cupped his face and pressed their foreheads together. He felt her thumbs swipe under his eyes to wipe the wetness away. “It’s okay.”
“I love you,” Alex whispered desperately. He met her eyes; he needed her to understand. “I love you, I love you so much, Natalie, I…”
“Sh, I know. I know.” She kissed him softly. “I love you, too.”
“Will you tell Finn and my mom that I’m okay? Please, they’ll be…”
“Of course, of course.” She pressed her lips softly to his cheek. “You can do this.”
Alex couldn’t help it. He kissed her firmly again. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Alex took a deep breath and squeezed her hands. She slipped away and through the doorway to the kitchen, where Noelle was immediately waiting to wrap an arm around her shoulders. She asked Natalie something briefly before retreating further into the room, long hair swinging behind them both.
Alex watched until she completely disappeared, then took a deep breath before going to climb up the staircase to the second floor of his parent’s house. His childhood bedroom was at the end of the hall, right across from Finn’s. He smiled at the drawings they’d done of each other one afternoon, taped right at eye level. In his, Finn had drawn the two of them playing hockey at the pond behind their house. Alex studied it for a minute before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door, which was ajar an inch.
“Kase?”
“Yeah.”
Alex opened the door fully and closed it behind him. Kasey was standing by his desk, hands in his pockets, and though he had to resist the urge to touch things. Alex's eyes flashed to the photo of the two of them sitting around a campfire the summer after their senior year of high school. Kasey must have been looking at it.
Sure enough, Kasey jerked his head. “I didn’t know you still had that.”
“Of course,” Alex said. He sat down on the edge of his bed, back straight. “It was a good summer.”
Kasey let out a huff of a laugh. “God, working at the diner was…”
“Yeah.” Alex smiled. “Customers loved us.”
“You maybe. You’re just so…” Kasey waved his hand. “You know. Everybody loves you.”
Alex cocked his head. “They loved you, too.”
“Maybe.” Kasey took a deep breath. “I got your message. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I wasn’t sure.” Alex’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. “I didn’t know if you were with your mom, or…”
Kasey shook his head. “I’m not. I mean, I wasn’t. I just moved back from Colorado. She’s… you know. Lonely. And needs her knees replaced, so she’s not very mobile right now.”
“So you’re here to help her.”
Kasey looked him up and down. “There were more reasons to move back.” He sighed. “She gave me your message, and I thought… you know, I hadn’t seen you in a while.”
That was the understatement of the year. Alex tried to control his face from revealing too much. He was probably failing. “Colorado?”
“Yeah. I worked at a ski mountain for a year, then took up a carpentry internship. I left Vermont after… you know.”
The accident. “Oh.” Alex patted the space next to him. “Well, I’m happy to see you.”
“Me, too.” Kasey gingerly sat down. “Finn looks the same.”
That made Alex laugh. “He’s still just as annoying as he was, too.”
Kasey’s smile was wide and real. “You love him.”
“I do.” Alex had to stop himself from playing with his cuticles. If Natalie were here, she would take his hands and kiss them. “He’s got two boyfriends now.”
Kasey looked surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah. Lo and him finally figured their shit out… well, mostly ‘cause of Leo. Who they’re also dating. They met him at UVM.”
“Wow.” Kasey thought for a moment. “I didn’t think they’d ever…”
“Me neither.” Alex smiled fondly. “They were so stupid. But Leo’s so good to them, and helped them so much with it all. His parents are coming in a couple of days.”
“That’s nice.” Kasey trailed off, looking out Alex’s bedroom window. He stood to get a better look at the view. “You can see the Tremblay’s farm from here. Without all the leaves on the trees.”
Alex knew where this was going. His heart picked up again. “Kasey…”
When Kasey turned around, his eyes were rimmed with tears. “Al.”
“Hey.” Alex stood and pulled Kasey to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders firmly. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not, I’m so sorry-”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I do.” Kasey pulled back strongly, backed up against the window. “Alex, I crashed your car.”
“There were deer.”
“I kissed you.”
“And I kissed you back.”
“I killed those people.”
“No.”
The word came out harsher than Alex had intended it to. His mind flashed to being in the hospital, a concussion and broken ribs, and the police there asking questions. His mother had been crying, Finn had been talking with an officer, and Kasey was nowhere to be found. Alex had asked for him for days, and all Finn had had to say was that he wasn’t answering the phone, nor the door when he had gone to try and talk. Alex had felt like his heart had broken in two. Learning that the passengers in the car had run right into a buck and had died instantly had only added to the pain. And hearing Kasey say that it was his fault…
“No,” Alex repeated. He gripped Kasey firmly behind the head. “Kasey Winter, you listen to me. You did not kill those people. They were going too fast on a windy road and hit two deer, one with large antlers, and they died. It wasn’t you.”
“But I was swerving all around the road from the passenger seat-”
“And if you hadn’t swerved when you saw that fawn and that doe, I would be dead.” Alex couldn’t help it, he ran a hand through Kasey’s hair. “Kase.”
Kasey had his eyes shut, probably against the memories. “I just… I’m so sorry.”
“I know.”
“No, Al,” Kasey insisted. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so drunk that day, I’m sorry I took the wheel, I’m sorry I left.”
Alex felt the cracks running through his heart deepen. His grip on Kasey was still strong. “Kasey…”
“I’m sorry I kissed you.”
Kasey’s eyes were pleading as they looked into Alex’s. Alex swallowed.
“I’m not,” he whispered shakily. “I’m sorry I tried to get you to talk when you didn’t want to, I’m sorry I didn’t look harder for you-” When Kasey went to speak, Alex squeezed the back of his neck. “-but I’m not sorry you kissed me.”
Kasey finally relaxed, as though relief had washed over him. He wrapped his arms around Alex again, not as tightly as before, but still just as strong. “I missed you.”
“I missed you so much.” Alex breathed out shakily. “So much.”
Kasey lingered for a moment before pulling back entirely, his arms now crossed in front of him. Leaning against Alex’s bedroom window like that, smiling in that Kasey way of his, with his rugged plaid, jeans, and jacket on, he looked like something out of twenty year old Alex’s dreams. “So,” Kasey said. “Natalie.”
Alex flushed with warmth and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Nat, she’s… she’s great. The best, I just- I really love her.”
“Good.” Kasey nodded a few times. He was smiling, but Alex knew him better than anyone, and the corners of his eyes were strained. “I’d like to get to know her then.”
Alex didn’t really know why, but he suddenly wished Natalie was there, pressed in between them. Kasey would love her, Alex just knew it. Natalie already loved him just from the stories she’d heard about him. That insistent thought pressed on the back of his brain, and his mind suddenly went to Finn. To Finn and Logan and Leo, and he didn’t know what was happening, but Alex knew it was important. He cupped the feeling to his chest and held it closely.
“Yeah,” he said, fighting the urge to reach out and cup Kasey’s jaw. He just looked so soft. “Yeah, I think you’ll really like her.”
October 2002
“Kasey, open up!” Finn pounded on the Winter’s front door again. “Kasey!”
“Kasey!” Logan yelled, peering through a window of the small home. “Open the door!”
Finn grunted and banged his fist on the door once more. “Fuck.”
“He’s not going to answer,” Logan said, walking up the front steps to stand beside Finn on the wooden porch.
“He’s home.”
“Finn…”
“Why won’t he answer?” Finn turned and sat frustratedly down on the top step. “He’s such a-”
“Finn.”
“Sorry.”
“Non, c’est bien.” Logan sat beside him, their shoulders and thighs touching. “It’s okay.”
“It’s just…” Finn sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He’s Alex’s best friend. And Alex is hurt, and he’s just not…”
“Kasey’s hurt, too,” Logan pointed out.
“I know, but- how can he not be there?” Finn turned to Logan, who was looking at him almost sadly, those soft green eyes of his starkly contrasting to the orange leaves on the trees around them. “I’d never leave you like that.”
“Je sais,” Logan whispered. “I know.”
Finn suddenly realized how close they were sitting. Logan’s body radiated heat and Finn leaned ever so slightly into it. He tapped the toes of their boots together. “You’re a good friend, Lo.”
Logan’s answering smile was everything. “You are, too.”
September 2004
Finn flopped down beside Logan on the grass with a groan. “Fuck me.”
Logan laughed and put his notebook down. “What happened?”
“Professor Branston, who I’m TAing for, just gave me twenty essays to help grade by Monday.”
Logan’s eyebrows furrowed. “But it’s the third week of classes?”
“And he’d already given them an assignment!” Finn let out another groan and rested his forearm across his forehead. He looked up at Logan, who was watching him with amused eyes. “How was French club?”
“Good, ouais.” Logan shrugged. “The same people, mostly. There are a few new freshmen. One is also from Rimouski.”
“Oh, sick. Anyone from anywhere else cool?”
Logan had to think for a minute, but then he clucked his tongue. “Ah, ouais, there is someone from New Orleans. Leo.” Logan made a face. “He speaks weird French.”
“He’d probably say the same about you.”
Logan scoffed. “Non, I speak the best French.”
Finn snorted. “Oui, oui, Canada!” he exclaimed in a poor imitation of Logan’s accent. “We are za best! Quebec forever!”
“Va te faire,” Logan grumbled, giving him a shove. “I do not speak like that.”
“Mm, a little bit you do.” Finn rolled over onto his stomach and folded his arms underneath his chin. “Your accent here sounds like it did when you first moved to Vermont junior year of high school, now that you have more Canadian friends.”
“Non, it doesn’t,” Logan insisted, but he was blushing.
“I like it,” Finn said simply. “Hey, there’s a guy in Branston's class named Leo. Cool name, like the constellation. I started grading his essay today, he’s pretty good.”
“Ouais?” Logan asked. If Finn didn’t know any better, he would have said Logan was jealous.
Finn grinned. “Oo-ways.” He nudged Logan’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go to the dining hall, I’m starving.”
***
April 2003
“Non, non, non!”
Logan’s voice carried through the hallway from the common room. He was laughing, and someone was saying something back to him in French. Finn’s ears perked up from where he was coming back from changing after club hockey practice. Logan had finished showering before him, for once, and had gone to the common room to work on something for his French club. Maybe he’d run into someone from there. They were both still laughing and Finn's curiosity piqued. He rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks. “Leo?”
Leo, who’d been smiling at Logan from where they were both sitting on the couch, looked up suddenly, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Finn?”
“I- hi.” Finn gestured between Leo and Logan. “Wait, you’re…”
Leo looked amused. “Logan and I are in French club together.”
A light bulb went off in Finn’s head. “Oh, you’re Leo from French club!”
Leo’s cheeks and button nose flushed. “Leo from French club?”
“Yeah, Lo talks about you all the time!”
A look of mischief washed over Leo’s face and he looked at Logan, who was blushing. “Oh does he now? All good things?”
Logan made a face at him and smacked his shoulder lightly. “Finn is being silly.”
“No I’m not-”
Logan sent him a glare and Finn had to hold back a snort. “How do you two know each other?”
“I took Branston’s class last semester,” Leo said. “And I am in Lamond’s class this semester, which Finn is also TAing, obviously.”
Logan’s eyes lit up. “You’re the Leo? The one with the incredible writing?”
Finn’s eyes widened. It was Logan’s turn to be teasing, apparently.
Leo, on the other hand, looked very sheepish. “I mean, no, I’m not that-”
“Yeah you are,” Finn interrupted. If he and Logan were going to attempt to embarrass each other, Finn might as well be honest. “You are a good writer. And apparently you speak strange French.”
Leo snorted and nudged Logan’s foot. “Don’t worry, this one tells me that all the time.”
Finn grinned and sat down on Leo’s other side on the couch. They were both looking at him, their bodies turned to face him fully, and it did something funny to Finn’s chest. “I’m sure he does.”
November, 2003
“You’re coming to Thanksgiving.”
Leo looked up from where he was doing his philosophy homework, blue eyes blinking slowly. “Excuse me.”
“I said, you’re coming to Thanksgiving. O’Hara Thanksgiving.” Finn splayed his hands out on the library table. “You aren’t going to New Orleans, and campus is quiet because everybody else leaves. So, you’re coming to Thanksgiving. In Vermont. With me. My mother insists.”
Logan snorted from beside Leo, doing what looked like his biology homework. “You can’t say no to Hayley, she won’t allow it.” Logan set his pencil down and looked up at Leo through long eyelashes. “I’ll be there, too. I’m going to my parent’s.”
Leo’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “You’re not going to Rimouski?”
“My grandparents are coming down this year.”
“The Tremblays are also coming to my house,” Finn said. He pointed a finger at Leo. “Al has his Subaru here on campus, so he’s driving. Pack your stuff, Knut, and we’re hitting the road.”
Leo laughed. “Not for two more weeks!”
“Well, it takes me that long to pack.”
Leo just rolled his eyes playfully and turned back to his homework.
August 2004
“Senior year,” Alex said from Finn’s doorway. “Shit, where’d all that go, huh?”
“Says the man with his big fancy job.”
Alex rolled his eyes. “I work in bird of prey conservation.”
“With your girlfriend,” Finn replied playfully. “Natalie’s cool, I like her. She shares mom’s passion for tea.”
Alex shushed him, looking carefully over his shoulder. “Quiet, they might hear you and come running with a steaming mug.”
“They can’t hear us, they’re in the kitchen.” Finn looked at his unzipped, but full, suitcase. “I think that’s everything set for tomorrow.”
“You driving you and Lo tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We’re meeting Le at the bus station here, too, he’s got an early flight from New Orleans into Boston, then taking the bus here, then we are all making the trip up.”
“He’s flying with all his stuff?”
“No, Lo stored some of it over the summer for him.”
“Mm,” Alex hummed. He cocked his head. “You think Leo’s gonna be okay after you and Logan graduate in the spring?”
Finn snorted. “Leo? Yeah, he’ll be fine. We’re not his only friends, by far, just like he’s not ours. He’s just… we’re…” Finn shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Alex looked confused, but he didn’t say anything, just nodded. Finn didn’t quite know how to express what Logan and Leo were to him. He’d loved Logan differently than any of his other friends since high school, and still did. Their college friends couldn’t quite match the two of them; in fact, for a while, Finn didn’t think anybody could. But then Leo Knut, in all of his tall, tanned, golden glory had walked into their lives their sophomore year and blown Finn off course. Not that he had been on course to begin with, but those same feelings he’d had for Logan for years he now also associated with Leo, and he didn’t quite know what to do with that.
Finn realized that he’d spaced out and shook out of his reverie, then laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.”
“All good.” Alex was looking at him curiously still. “Hey, is Logan still dating that girl?”
“Cassie?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, no.” Finn shook his head with a frown. “No, they’re not. Nothing bad, they just- I don’t know, weren’t meant to date.” He let out an amused breath. “Plus, we’re pretty sure her and our friend Percy are, like, meant to be, actually. So, you know- her and Lo, not gonna work.”
“And you don’t have… you know, you don’t have anyone to bring home?”
Finn furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s with the questions?”
Alex shook his head. “Nothing, nothing, I just… I don’t know, bringing Nat home, it’s just… you’ve never…”
Finn swallowed. “There’s never been anyone to bring home,” he said. His voice sounded shaky, even to his own ears. He snorted self-deprecatingly. “Hey, that’s not true, I bring Leo for Thanksgiving.”
Alex simply looked at him. He was silent for a moment before putting a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Hey.”
Finn felt his heart race. “Hi.”
“Finn.” Alex took a deep breath. “You can talk to me about stuff, you know? Okay? Even though I’m not at college with you anymore.”
“I know.” In his mind’s eye, Leo and Logan’s faces flashed before Finn, the words on the tip of his tongue. But he stifled them and patted Alex’s shoulder back. “I know, I promise.”
“Okay.” Alex nodded towards his suitcase. “You got enough flannel shirts?”
Finn rolled his eyes and shoved him. “Shut up.”
“What? C’mon, English major, you gotta fit in with the crowd up there in Burly.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
November, 2004
“I can’t believe this is our last Thanksgiving all together in college,” Leo said, getting under the blanket next to Logan on one of the couches in the O’Hara’s den. “It’s the end of an era.”
“Non,” Logan insisted. He reached for some popcorn in the bowl Leo was holding. “Non, you’ll still be invited.”
“It’s Finn’s house, I think he gets a say in that.”
“Yeah!” Finn called from the other couch. “It’s my house.” He stuck his tongue out playfully at Leo. “And you’re always trouble, Knut, so count yourself lucky if you’re invited back.”
Leo stuck his tongue out back before turning to the hockey game on the TV. He popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “I can’t believe the O’Haras are a Rangers family living in Bruins territory.”
“Hey, my parents are from New York.” Finn pointed a finger at Logan. “And at least we’re not Canadiens fans.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Va te faire. I am proud to be from Quebec.”
“Yeah we noticed,” Leo said drily, then giggled with rosy cheeks when Logan glared at him. He said something to Logan in French, who responded with a mockingly biting tone, and they smiled at each other before shifting their focus back to the game.
Finn took a minute to look at their side profiles. Logan was all sharp lines- which really concealed a rather mushy inside, but he would never let anyone think that- whereas Leo’s features were soft. His blonde curls were longer now, almost as long as Logan’s dark waves, and the contrasting elements between the two of them caused Finn to take a sharp breath and turn back to the game.
***
An hour and forty-five minutes later, and the Rangers were entering the Thanksgiving holiday with a clean 2-0 win against the Montreal Canadiens. Logan had started the game passionately yelling at the television, but his eyes had gone droopy at the start of the third period. Leo had shared an exasperated look with Finn as they witnessed Logan wind down. He’d eventually slouched against the couch, head dozing back on the cushion, but had wiggled so his head was now resting on Leo’s stomach. Leo, to his credit, hadn’t moved a muscle, just smiled fondly when Logan let out a soft snore.
“He awake?” Finn whispered.
Leo shook his head. His hand was splayed across Logan’s upper back- Finn didn’t think he even knew he had placed it there. “No, out like a light.”
“Oh shit.” Finn laughed quietly. He stood, wrapping the blanket he’d been using around his shoulders, and went to kneel on the ground beside the other couch. “He’s such a baby when you wake him up from a nap.”
Leo looked up at Finn and smiled. “You remember that time in Louisiana? When you came to visit for spring break and he fell asleep on my boat?”
Finn remembered it clear as day. Logan and Leo had looked gorgeous in the golden hour, Leo with a rod in his hand, strong arm flexing as he fished over the side of the boat, and Logan spread out on his stomach on the bench at the front of the boat, passed out cold. Finn had wanted in that moment so vividly he’d had to grip the book between his fingers so tightly his nail made a mark in the back cover.
“I do remember,” he said to Leo, fighting the urge to brush some of those curls back from his forehead. “He was a grumpy boy.”
“It’s just a front,” Leo said. He smiled down at Logan. “Inside he’s just a big ol’ softy.”
“Mm.” Finn flickered his eyes over Leo’s face. “I meant what I said earlier, you know. You’ll still be invited here for Thanksgiving next year.”
Leo’s grin was delighted when he directed it at Finn. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, you’re…” Finn felt his cheeks flush. “Well, my mom loves you, for one. And Logan’s sisters. And Al, and Nat, who loves to bake with you, and my dad likes playing cards with you and Lo, so just… I don’t know, you should come back next year.” Finn took a deep breath and met Leo’s eyes. “I want you to come back next year.”
Logan began to stir, maybe from the sound of their voices. His legs stretched from underneath the blanket and his cheek was squished into Leo’s sweatshirt when he blinked sleepily up at them. “Quoi?”
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Leo whispered with a smile. “Sweet dreams?”
Logan grunted and stretched again, reminding Finn of a dog being awoken from its slumber. “Ouais. Did we win?”
“If by we, you mean the Rangers,” Finn said. “Then yeah, we did.”
Logan groaned into Leo’s stomach. “Non.”
“Ouais,” Leo laughed. He rested a hand on the back of Logan’s head, fingertips carding lightly through the strands. “The Habs lost.”
Logan huffed grumpily once, then looked up at Leo with big eyes. “Désole, Le, I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.”
“It’s alright,” Leo said with a sweet shrug. He was so cute Finn was going to combust. “You’re warm.”
Logan looked pleased. He settled back down and turned his beautiful eyes to Finn. “Leo is coming for Thanksgiving next year?”
“What, were you eavesdropping?” Finn joked, then rested his elbow on the cushion near Leo to prop his head up. “And yeah, he is. Of course he is.”
“I think,” Logan mumbled, closing his eyes sleepily and snuggling into Leo. “I think we should spend Thanksgiving together forever.”
Finn felt his heartbeat stop for a moment. By the catch in Leo’s breath, he was just as surprised. They looked at each other, then at Logan, who was staring up at them nervously.
“What…” Leo asked breathily. “That’s… that’s a long time.”
“Mhm,” Logan hummed. His eyes darted between their faces for a second, then he shifted to straddle Leo’s thighs, pinning them beneath his gaze. “Do you not want to?”
Leo’s breathing was shaky. He raised trembling arms to cup around Logan’s waist, and Logan let him. “I do,” Leo whispered, so softly that Finn would have missed it if he wasn’t listening. He turned to look at Finn. “What do you say?”
Finn looked between the two of them warily. He was standing on a precipice, that he knew, their friendship at stake as much as his heart that was beating wildly in his chest. Fear coursed through him for a moment, but then he looked at Leo’s hands, firm around Logan’s waist, and how Logan had laced his fingers over the backs of Leo’s tenderly. Leo was leaning closer now, his breathing almost in Finn’s ear, and Logan’s eyes were sure, steady, holding Finn together like they always did. Finn settled into the warmth and looked at each of them carefully.
“I think,” he started, then swallowed. He could do this. He was home. “I think I want to kiss you.”
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