summary: After his teams drops him off with you, you're left to take care of drunken Fraser
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The loud knocking on your door pulled you from the book, glancing at the clock, flashing 01:03, in your kitchen as you walked to the door. Opening the door to the group of boys, mainly consisting of Fraser’s teammates, holding the Minten boy up, barely.
“What happened?” A flash of panic covered your face, seeing the team carrying the boy.
“We may have lost him in the bar, then found him with about five empty shot glasses.” Rhett answered, moving quickly to drag Fraser inside, leading the drunken boy onto your couch.
“You lost him in the bar? Are you serious?” The fear that flashed over each boys face was enough to interpret that you were sounding like your mother, enough to drive fear into any man.
“We’re so sorry, we’re going to leave now.” Bradon spoke quickly, pulling Rhett out of your living room and outside in seconds, the door closing shortly behind them.
You shook your head, walking over to Fraser, who sprawled across your couch, in a way that could not be comfortable.
“Hey minty.” Your voice was soft, running a hand through his hair as he groaned.
“My head hurts.” His voice was muffled, buried into one of the pillows.
“I bet, let’s get you to a bed.” You urged, trying to move the boy upwards.
“Too tired.” He urged back, refusing to move, earning an eye roll.
“Fraser, either get up or get out.” The change in tone snapping him away, his eyes blinking to adjust to the light, sitting up in seconds.
An immediate look of regret covering his face at the fast movements, the color draining from his cheeks, a clear sign of how sick he felt. You were fast to move, your arm across his back to lead him to the bathroom, Fraser hitting the floor within seconds of entering the room. Leaning over the toilet as you brushed a hand through his hair, trying to calm his heavy breathing as he finished.
“That was disgusting.” He spoke slow, his voice deeper than usual.
“Yeah? I’m sure you’re loving those shots for a second time.” He simply groaned, leaning his head back against you.
“Bed?” The energy had drained from his eyes, whatever had been left, and you nodded.
Moving to stand, urging Fraser to give you his hand to pull him up before leading him into your room. He moved to the bed, lying on it quickly before you told him off.
“Off, mints, get changed first, you’re never going to want to move if you lay now.” He nodded, moving off the bed, rummaging through your closest for the pile of clothes he kept.
He pulled his clothes off without a second thought, switching his jeans for sweats in the corner of your room. Your mind racing, looking everywhere but at the boy, shuffling your things around to make the bed fit for him. His body fell to the mattress quickly, melting into it in seconds, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips.
“I love your bed.” He mumbled, his face shoved in a pillow as you moved his body just enough to move the blankets over him.
“‘M glad you like it, Fras.” You kept your voice soft, keeping the boy in his sleepy state as you tried to leave, heading towards your couch for the night.
You had barely reached the bedroom door before he realized, sitting up quickly to stare at you, a look of confusion covering his face.
“Where are you going?” His question was slurred, no longer being able to tell if it came from the tiredness that cover him or the alcohol in his system.
“To go sleep.” You shot back, turning the light off, the lamp in the corner emitting the only light.
“Sleep here.”
“Fras-”
“Just sleep, I need you here.”
How could you deny him? The pleading voice, the puppy dog eyes, it was too much for anyone, leading you to curl into the bed beside him. His arms dragging you tight against his chest, letting you lean your head on his chest, feeling his breathing steady as he slipped into sleep.
“You’re so pretty I wish I could kiss you.” The words were mumbled, falling from Fraser’s lips just before, his eyes shut and breathing steady.
“Go to sleep, Fras, if you still want, you can kiss me in the morning.” Anyone could see the smile that grew on his face, even in the dark, his eyes still closed.
“I’m holding you to that.” He answered once more, his words fading near the end of the sentence, his body finally falling lax as he slipped off.
In the morning, when you awoke to find the bed empty, the only thought was Fraser regretted last night. The flirty remarks, sleeping curled up with you, doing things that friends don’t do. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes before making your way to the kitchen, reaching for the coffee pot, that was already full.
The coffee pot was full and hot, and Fraser sat on one of the few barstools you had lining the counter, his head in his hands as he glanced up at you, sparing a small smile.
“G’morning, Fras.” His eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of you, his smile growing when you spoke his name.
“Morning, pretty girl.”
It was near impossible to stop the flush from covering your face, turning back to the coffee at hand, pouring yourself a cup quickly. A smirk covered Fraser’s face when you turned, walking towards the empty stool beside him.
“How’s your head?” It was a cheeky question, earning a deserved eye roll from the boy before he spoke.
“Hurts.” He mumbled, taking another sip of his coffee before speaking again. “Our deal from last night, still on the table?”
The question caught you off guard, assuming he’d forgotten about it, choking slightly on your coffee.
“What?” You managed to couch out, Fraser's hand rubbing circles on your back to help calm you.
“You know, if I still wanted to kiss you?” He spoke so calm, as if it were so simply, as if it were crazy to react how you had.
“Are you serious? Fraser, don’t fuck with me like this.”
“Why would I lie about wanting to kiss the prettiest girl I know?”
The blush that covered your cheeks was unmistakable, Fraser’s hand moving up to cup your jaw, keeping your face towards his.
“Fra-”
“Please let me kiss you.” His words interrupted yours, sounding like a painful plea, ready to drop to his knees to beg.
You nodded, his other hand moving to cup the back of your neck, pulling you against him as he pressed his lips against yours. Melting in each other's body, your hands moving to tug gently on the curls at the nape of his neck, a soft groan escaping his lips. He kissed you like he needed it to live, pouring all his emotions into it, in return for you to do the same.
Panting for air as you pulled away, your hands still entangled in his hair, his hands having dropped to your waist, pulling you into his lap.
“I’ve waited so long to do that.” He was the first to speak, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips before you could answer.
“You could’ve asked earlier, I would’ve let you. Fraser, I’ve always been yours.”
You could see his eyes soften, his pupils dilate with love. His grip on your waist tightening, tugging you impossibly closer to him, like you could never be close enough.
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As always, some players of interest:
For Saskatoon: David Lewandowski (#86 <- a cunty number! to ME) top German draft eligible who recently made a splash at WJC, looking to be a second rounder rn. Scott Wheeler COOKED his skating at the Hlinka-Gretzky <3 but he’s come up multiple times as a guy scouts like a lot for his 2-way game. Shift compilation upon ye
For Lethbridge: Brayden Yager (#29) drafted 2023, 14th OA <- you may remember him as the guy that went the other way in the Rutger McGroarty trade. This Guy Is My Enemy (ended Portland’s playoffs run with Moose Jaw last season) and I’m praying for his downfall (HE WILL MAKE IT TO THE NHL SO I CAN BOO HIM!!!!)
