Why Cant We?

(Alright, I have to hold up my end now – @awfulruby made this because of reasons. Money Money Money Money Money –]

Summary: It shouldn’t turn him on. There’s no acceptable excuse for why he’s wired this way. 

It’s been a difficult week. A difficult month. If the Falcs make the playoffs it’ll be a miracle.

And still, Bitty’s wearing a Zimmermann jersey. His jersey. Not just one from the team shop, the one Jack wore in his first playoff series against the Islanders. With a little tear on the shoulder from a rough hit and a few spots of faded brown from the resulting punch that succeeded in busting his lip.

Jack, without hesitation, thinks, ‘Mine’.

“Oh, honey,” Bitty strokes the crest of his cheek with his thumb. “Do you need a little ego boost? Want me to tell you how amazing you are?”

“No,” Jack growls, getting an arm around Bittle’s torso to flip him onto the couch. “Tell me the real reason you’re with me.”

Bitty makes a soft ‘oof’ of surprise and blinks up at Jack with darkening eyes. “Oh, so it’s one of those nights, is it?”