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The night had started out innocent enough.
Practice didn’t start for another week, so the boys were getting it all out of their system. Frankie with Laurence, Dolo with Melodie, even Hitch with Pam. although Goody hasn’t gone out much to see Britt. Shoresy hadn’t paid much attention, as he was finally givin ‘er the old college try with Laura fuckin Mohr.
Things were going smoothly. Shoresy spent the night most of the time, making her breakfast in bed, doing her dishes, often steering clear of her kid, for all of their comfort sakes.
Shoresy really liked her. He really did. he just didn’t know why she thought they wouldn’t have worked out.
She was moving out of town, at least for a year or two. Had to help some family out of province, down in fuckin Manitoba. So she broke things off, not wanting to deal with the trials and tribulations of long distance dating. Of course, Shoresy understood and respected her wishes. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, the morning she left, as a farewell for now. He stood still, fists clenched in his coat pockets as he watched Laura Mohr pull out of the driveway, away from her now practically empty home, then just down the street and boom. Out of town.
Shoresy stood there for what felt like hours before finally kicking at wet sludge on the concrete and headed back home.
His shared apartment was empty, just as he expected, when he finally arrived. Except for a lone body in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he munched down a plate of chicken tenders.
Goody has been broken up with Britt for quite a while now, Shoresy finds out. A mutual decision, Goody says. Shoresy kinda calls bullshit with how slumped over goody stands, chewing and swallowing his chicken with a damn pout.
So Shoresy suggested some puppers and a few shots of gus’n’bru to try and cure them of their current heartache. A few shots later, they both feel a buzz from their phones. A text from Frankie, saying how he won’t be home tonight. So dibs on the tv.
“Didn’t know you were such a rom-com chick,” Shoresy mutters behind his bottle of puppers, his blue eyes still rather fixed on the screen as confessions of a shopaholic plays. Their second movie of the night, both romcom’s and chosen by Goody through a game of rock/paper/scissors.
“Settle down,” Goody mutters, arms crossed and head just barely resting on Shoresys shoulder, “it’s good cinema. classic shit, man.”
Both their phones buzz again. “mhm, right,” Shoresy mumbles as he turns on his phone.
“It’s Hitch,” they say in unison, small childish giggles escaping their throats right after.
Both Hitch and Pam had a little bit too much to drink at a bar, and her place was a closer walking distance, so he too wouldn’t make it home tonight.
They grin and give each other a look. The couch hogger and the ol’ man with his constant noise complaints were out.
“We can try that new Zelda game on the switch ‘ver there,” Goody says, lips pointed towards the red console on the tv stand. Shoresy groans, “it’s Dolo’s, said didn’t want anyone touching it tonight cuz-“
Another buzz on their phones. Shoresy looks down.
Dolo wouldn’t be able to make it home either. Shoresy pauses. He shoots a text and it takes almost two minutes before Dolo sends a reply.
S69 : can goods n i borrow the switch
D3 : oui
Shoresy slaps Goody’s thigh. “Well, go set it up bud, gonna get us more shots.”
Goody’s a lot better with the console than Shoresy will ever be, Shoresy having died atleast 5 times his turn, while Goody barely lost a heart during his one hour run.
“Fuckin… you’re just god-like at this, eh Goody? Kickin ass, takin names?” Shoresy teases with a nudge to his teammate, a childish grin tugging on his lips. “Settle down,” is all Goody mutters.
Then the beers hit and it was like a violent race to the bathroom. Shoresy had thrown Goody onto the couch before booking it to the bathroom, locking the door and rocked a piss.
When he came out, drying his hands on his grey sweats, he noticed that Goody, his flannel jacket, and a bottle of pupper’s were missing from the apartment.
Shoresy swiped his jacket and cap on and headed outside, hands in his pockets.
He opened the door to the outside and saw Goody sitting along the curb, the brown bottle in his hands as he stares up into the light polluted sky.
“Couldn’t wait an extra minute, ‘er what?” Shoresy smiles, stumbling a bit as he walked over to Goody, who just grinned and chuckled in response.
Shoresy grimaced as he took a seat next to his teammate/roomate, the cold wet snow seeping into his sweatpants. “Definitely a lot nicer than it has been.”
Goody hums in response, taking a sip of his beer. Shoresy looks up at the sky and clicks his tongue. “Fuck, i miss the stars.”
“Sky’s unbelievable,” Goody mumbles as he holds out his beer, wordlessly trying to hand it over to Shoresy. It took him a minute, but Shoresy swiped the bottle from his hand and took a big swig.
He thought their fingers brushing against each other didn’t mean a thing.
“Think i lost my virginity under the stars,” Goody mutters out of nowhere, Shoresy whipping his head around to look at him right. “Is that right?”
goody hummed, raising his arms over his head as he stretched. “to an old teammate, tim… somethin.” he giggles.
shoresy hums in acknowledgment, nodding his head.
right, yeah.
the night they all came home after the man advantage, with a little bit of alcohol all in their systems, goody came out as bisexual. they all congratulated him, of course, showed their support, but none of them had spoken much about it other than that night. suppose none of them really had much to say.
“so, how is it?” shoresy finds himself asking, out of genuine curiosity. “cuz, like, surely it’s different than with, like, laying with a broad, right?”
“settle down,” goody nudges shoresy, shoulder bumping into his own. they giggle some more. “mm, can’t blame a man for being curious,” shoresy shrugs, taking another swig of beer. there’s two swigs or a handful of sips left, at most, so he just hands the puppers back to goody.
they fall back into a nice comfortable silence, just basking in each others presence, their shoulders pressing into each other. it’s nice , shoresy thinks.
“can i confess something?” goody breaks the silence, setting the now empty bottle along the curb. “shoot for the stars, goods,” shoresy says.
its quiet again, for a moment, before goody takes a deep breath in.
“i hated the snow growing up.” goody admits.
shoresy looks back at goody again, eyebrow raised up. “what?” he asks with a huff of a laugh. goody turns his head and shrugs. “the snow, hated it as a kid”
“fer what?” shoresy scoffs, kinda… surprised by this sudden and silly anecdote. “like, what changed?”
goody smiles, and shoresy realizes he doesn’t have his jib in. “i moved to letterkenny.”
shoresy blinked a few times and shook his head. “what?”
“i moved to letterkenny.”
“yeah, no, goody, i heard ya, but… what ?” shoresy can’t help but laugh just a little. maybe because he was still a bit tipsy or because the confession was downright unserious, but he laughed anyway.
“well, i moved to letterkenny,” goody repeats and looks back up at the stars, “and i met you. so i grew to love it. the snow.” he leans back and shudders as his hands make contact with the snow. “but i think i can only like the snow when im with you, feels… stupid any other time, if ya could make sense of that.”
shoresy blinks again, slowly, and frowns. “goody…”
“god, i had, like, a mad fuckin’ crush on you, when i first joined junior,” goody keeps confessing, a small grin on his lips. he rarely felt shame, or if he did, he never showed it, “thought you were the coolest fuckin’ guy around, still kinda do.”
shoresy huffs. “kinda?”
goody shrugs. “the jim’s and dolo are pretty unbelievable.”
more childish giggles erupted from their mouths, shoulders bouncing.
shoresy keeps giggling, because he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to react. what can he even say to a confession as big as that? had he even felt the same? of course, he was really into laura. during the short time they were together, he hadn’t seen or slept with anyone else. but before that, with goody…
yes, okay. he had to admit about those sick feelings he had in his stomach whenever goody brought a girl back home. or saw him flirting with someone down at the coulson. how proud he felt whenever he was the only one to make goody laugh and smile in that specific, special way. how just right it felt to keep his arm wrapped behind goody whenever they sat down next to each other.
fuck, he really is stupid, huh.
“how about now?” shoresy stupidly blurts out.
“huh?” goody looks back at him.
“huh?” shoresy meets his gaze.
goody blinks at him, a confused but still sweet grin on his lips. “whad’ya mean?”
it’s shoresys turn to look up at sky, making out some blinking lights and a few bright stars. he sighs. “like… your feelin’s, currently. fer, ya’know… me.” he blushes, a rare fucking act for him.
shoresy sees goody nod slowly with understanding and looks back up at the sky with him. “does it matter?” he asks.
“maybe, maybe not… ‘spose ‘m just curious,” shoresy mumbles.
its gone quiet again, not exactly a bad or awkward quiet, but shoresy still wants to smack himself silly all the same. weird ass fucking question…
suddenly, goody stands up, letting out a real dad-like groan. “c’mon, cap, winds pickin’ up,” he says as he offers his hand. shoresy grips his roommates hand, pulling himself up with a shudder. he doesn’t realize how cold it had gotten til the wind starts hitting his now wet butt.
they make it back inside, back into their warm, rather cozy, apartment, with three other roommates gone for the night. shoresy wouldn’t have felt so awkward about the ordeal if he didn’t just have a sudden realization about himself mere minutes ago.
they both found themselves in the kitchen again, goody handing shoresy an ice cream stick from the freezer and the two men ate them together in silence, aside from the occasional moan from shoresy.
after that, it was nearing 2am, so they just changed (shoresy slipping out of everything except his boxers and t-shirt, goody taking off his t-shirt and sweater and throwing them into their shared laundry basket) and slipped into bed.
shoresy slept on his stomach, goody on his side, one leg straight with the opposite knee pushed almost up to his stomach, in a way that kinda caused his ass to stick out a bit. shoresy kept his head turned away from goody, to just try to keep himself from looking now.
“cap?” goody speaks softly after quite some time. shoresy hums to show he’s still awake, still listening.
“think you’ll miss laura?” goody asks.
shoresy sighs and flips himself over, so he’s laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. “yeah, probably will, for a fuckin while, that’s for damn sure.”
he can hear the rustling of the sheets and from the corner of his eye, shoresy can see goody flip around too, so he can face the other.
“and you asked if i still liked ya because..?”
shoresy groaned, wiping a large hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “curiosity sakes, goods.”
shoresy lets his hand fall back into the bed with a small thump , eyes glued to his smooth, white ceiling.
goody hums. “think i do.”
shoresy whips his head to his side. “tha’ fuck you mean ‘you think you do’?”
goody just smiles at him. almost giddy, lazy like. “don’t wanna scare you off ‘er anythin’, shores,” he starts off, “but yea, think i still like ya. as soft as that fuckin’ sounds.”
”oh,” shoresy whispers.
”yea,” goody nods once, “oh.”
they just kinda stare at each other, getting a nice hard look at each others features. goody has a small scar above his left eyebrow. shoresy has a few, very faint, freckles along his nose.
they blink and neither of them are sure who made the first move, but suddenly their lips are locked, noses pressing against each other. goody’s hands makes its way to shoresys face and neck, shoresys hands making their way to goody’s waist and hips.
it doesnt take long for things to heat up at all and shoresy almost feels like a teenager all over again, smiling, giggling into his good buddy’s mouth, hands and fingers just gripping and pinching wherever he physically can.
he’ll miss laura, of course he will. will probably try and shoot some messages now and then, use old memories as jerking material, hell maybe even have a little crying session. but he knows that it was best, for the both of them, their little breakup. he can mourn, but there’s no real use for constant tears and whining. ‘sides, he likes to think he scored something good here.
shoresy smiles as he feels goody scrap his nails on his scalp, a deep hum vibrating from his throat as his own finger drags lazy designs on goody’s back and shoulder.
the both of their bodies still warm, sweat cooling between them, as they cuddled, legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, it was nice. though the stickiness in both of their boxers was definitely ruining the mood.
they should probably do something about that soon.
shoresy hums and nuzzles into goody’s neck.
in a minute.