#rinnesaros

[juicysaross]

flashback to when juuse casually said that the whole reason he got his pants extra stretchy at his wedding was because pekka was "in attendance"

[specificallybrad]

Juuse showing up for Daddy

[iaintafraidofnoghostbear]

What Should Follow

[Ao3] Pairing: Pekka Rinne/Juuse Saros Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1189 Tags: Age Difference, Seduction, Guilt, First Time. 

Pekka isn’t blind. He’s - he’s a goalie, for fuck’s sake. A veteran, at that. So he doesn’t understand how the signals Juuse has been giving - the flirtatious smiles and shy looks, seeking out Pekka’s company and invading his space - have slid right under his radar until Roman chirped him about it during practice.

“‘Daddy’, huh?” Roman smirks, laughing a little when Pekka blushes pink. Maybe not his most eloquent moment, but captured forever thanks to the camera crew. “Shit, you two have it bad for each other.”

Before Pekka can process, Roman’s gliding away, summoned for another drill. He drops his lid down to hide his red face and confusion, eyes flicking to Juuse standing a little further down the ice and isn’t surprised to find his protege looking back.

He pays more attention after that, because surely Juuse wouldn’t be interested in an old guy like him. Only … Juuse’s behavior is certainly proving him wrong. And it escalates, once Pekka’s actually paying attention to him, looking for proof and finding so much more than he thought. There’s an edge to the joke when Juuse calls him Daddy, and he all but snuggles up to Pekka’s side when they’re watching TV or sitting together on the plane or bus. Juuse starts to push closer, insinuating himself into Pekka’s space when he’s cooking and standing just a touch too close on the ice.

Frankly, Pekka isn’t sure what to do when Juuse starts wearing skimpier clothes around the house - tight shirts and short shorts that don’t hide any of his relatively-petite but muscled physique. Pekka knows it’s because he’s paying closer attention, because looking out for Juuse has turned into looking at Juuse. And a guilty part of him is very aware that he doesn’t want it to stop.

It’s an off night that everything reaches a breaking point. Juuse’s in a soft pair of those skimpy shorts and a faded tee shirt, sprawled out next to Pekka on the couch. They’re watching some action film Juuse had wanted to see but - just shy of halfway through - Juuse’s breathing has deepened into the unmistakeable pattern of sleep. He’s listing into Pekka, pillowed by the soft cushions.

Insanity, maybe, prods Pekka to give into the urge to touch. It’s simple, his fingers brushing Juuse’s leg just above the knee where his hair is downy and skin so very soft. Juuse sighs softly, the quiet sound enough to make Pekka jerk his hand away and sending a hot blush across his face.

“Pekka?” Sleepily, Juuse opens his eyes, looking puzzled for a moment.

“Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

There’s a beat of silence and then - “You - you can touch. If you want.”

“Juuse-”

“Pekka. Please?” Reaching out to gingerly catch Pekka’s wrist, Juuse draws his hand towards his thigh again, sucking in a little breath when Pekka’s fingers touch his skin. It’s terribly easy to let it happen; Juuse draws Pekka’s fingers up his leg, almost torturously slow. He watches Pekka’s face, gaze flicking between it and the contact of their skin like he’s waiting for Pekka to tell him to stop.

Cupping Juuse through his shorts feels like stepping off a cliff: simple and terrifying all at once. Juuse gasps, clutching Pekka’s hand closer and spreading his legs, rolling up into the contact. The movement grinds his cock against Pekka’s palm, and Pekka can feel how Juuse gets harder with every pass. A flush deepens in Juuse’s cheeks as he grinds against Pekka’s hand, teeth catching at his lip to muffle his quiet sounds. His eyes never leave Pekka’s face, fluttering closed momentarily only to open again.

“Pekka…”

Curling his hand more definitively around Juuse’s cock, Pekka feels his dick twitch when Juuse moans aloud, panting as his hips hitch up into the pressure. Pekka watches as Juuse uses his hand to work himself, desperate and needy in a way Pekka hasn’t felt in years. He can feel it when Juuse comes in his shorts, the gentle throb of his dick and the spreading wet-warmth beneath the thin fabric.

There’s the faintest flash of insecurity when Juuse looks up at him now, and Pekka wants to smother it, leaning over to press their mouths together at last, moving his hand from between Juuse’s legs to his hip so he can guide him closer. Juuse’s mouth is soft under Pekka’s, warm and wet and oh so suggestible as he follows Pekka’s lead. A hand lands on Pekka’s thigh, high up and he has to pull away to gasp at the touch.

“Can I?” Juuse asks softly, edging his fingers toward Pekka’s cock.

There are a hundred things Pekka should say, about how he’s supposed to be mentoring Juuse, about how much older Pekka is. But Juuse presses closer, breath ghosting over Pekka’s mouth as he brushes their lips together.

“Pekka, please?” And really, Pekka’s setting a dangerous precedent by giving in to such a simple plea again, but he swears it would take a stronger man to turn Juuse down. His hand tightens on Juuse’s hip as he works Pekka’s pants open and dips long, clever fingers inside. He pulls Pekka free of his boxers, giving himself just enough room to work. Pekka wants to look, but Juuse’s mouth is too tempting and he draws him in for kiss after kiss, groaning when Juuse does something he particularly likes.

A slow, pleasant burn coils in Pekka’s gut until he’s coming messy and wet over Juuse’s fingers, gripping his hip so tightly there are sure to be bruises. Juuse whines when Pekka sinks his teeth into his lip, trying to muffle the sound he makes, but his hand doesn’t falter on Pekka’s cock until Pekka nudges him gently away. There’s a moment where they’re panting into each others’ mouths until Juuse turns his head to lap slowly at his come-covered hand, cleaning himself up in slow, teasing kitten-licks.

“Little showoff,” Pekka breathes, finally slumping back against the couch. He grabs tissues from the coffee table, cleaning himself off and tucking his cock away. Juuse does the same for his hand, but wrinkles his nose at the mess in his shorts.

It could be awkward - is heading there quickly, really - but Juuse looks at Pekka and asks shyly, “Shower?”

Pausing for a moment, Pekka nods, standing to lead Juuse upstairs. The master bath has a shower large enough for them both, and Juuse doesn’t waste time cuddling up to Pekka once they’re standing under the warm spray.

“Was that okay?” Juuse murmurs. He lets Pekka tilt his chin up so he can look him in the face, Pekka shielding Juuse from the water with his body as he looks him over.

“You really want this? I’m much older than you, Juuse. You could find someone closer to your age, someone -”

But Juuse’s already shaking his head, pushing himself up as far as he can reach on his tiptoes and coaxing Pekka to lean down so they can kiss. “I want this. I want you, Pekka. Not someone else.”

He shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. But Pekka draws Juuse in tight and kisses his forehead softly.

“Okay.”

[juicysaross]

SO.. WHAT ABOUT PEKKA AND JUUSE?

i'm here to answer that important question! in case you are new here, this is who i'm talking about:

yeah, those guys! pekka rinne and juuse saros.

they have quite a bit of confusing and shocking history when it comes to their situationship friendship, and i'm here to give everyone some of my favorite little pieces of information i've retained over the year or two i've been invested in these yellow guys!

first comes first, i'll inform you on the most basic knowledge, then i'll go more in depth.

FIRST PIECE-the collaring

the gif is right above. the collar was an item specific to that day, kind of like the shovel they use in the room now, but just one game. pekka received it, then said, "i've gotta give it to my boy," referencing juuse (a whole OTHER subject!) juuse gladly accepts it and just kind of lets pekka collar him. basic but amazing information.

SECOND PIECE-daddy and son

the most recurring of them all, the daddy and son "jokes" are pretty out there. it first appeared on an nhl beneath the ice video, with some quotes-

p: "daddy."

j: "yeah, he's my daddy, and i try to help him out as much as i can."

WOAH! i feel like the joke went right over his head... whatever!

another instance is the ice basketball video! pekka calls him son like a million times, but here's one bit-

THIRD PIECE-the tennessean reports

unfortunately, most of these articles are old and hard to find, but i have some for you! not much to say except to read them... they're pretty self explanatory!!

FOURTH PIECE-ELEVEN years?????

while i have no PHYSICAL evidence for this, i cannot make this up.

this is a pretty underground one. pekka was with a woman, a finnish singer (i think she won the voice...) and they were engaged for eleven years. then out of nowhere, pekka got a new house and broke up with her in the process. that exact year was when juuse was called up. he got his own room, went to pekka's sauna frequently and cooked with him! how cute!

FIFTH PIECE-NHLWAM

(credits: shootingoreos)

i don't know finnish. a lot of people don't. however, NHLWAM is a pretty good source for some pekka and juuse stuff. here are some translations in things they've said:

[juicysaross]

another rinnesaros flashback!

pekka was engaged to a finnish singer for ELEVEN whole years and just randomly and suddenly called off the engagement with her in 2015, the same exact year juuse got called up.

mind you i just found this out and i was honestly so shocked

[juicysaross]

since #rinnesaros has been dry lately and i'm one of the few remaining blogs that post about it frequently, i'm gonna make a big yap session about it and pin it so y'all don't have to go to blogs and scroll back to 2019! love my rinnesaros community so much ❤️