#wilstreno

[hockaye]

more sugar daddy hockey player tom in a polycule with regular guy dylan and broke college student leno because 😫😫😫

tom who sets an alarm five minutes before he has to get up so he can cuddle with leno and dylan. leno never wakes up, just mumbles in his sleep as tom pulls him against his chest and props his chin on top of his head. dylan wakes up every time though and always scoots closer so tom and him can kiss for a bit. he’ll get up with tom and share coffee/breakfast with him until he has to leave, help him pack a few last minute things or pack his car. usually slow and bittersweet mornings when tom has to leave for a long road trip. finally before he leaves tom will go back and wake leno up and kiss him goodbye and let him know breakfast is downstairs for him and every time leno makes a 🥺 face

[hockaye]

do you think when leno spends the night at tom and dylan’s house he’s the last to wake up so tom and dylan get to watch him walk down the steps all tired and disheveled and when he sits at the table they put a plate of breakfast food in front of him and kiss his little cheeks

[hockaye]

wip of sugar daddy hockey tom au but when he comes home leno is sick :(

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Tom didn’t want to wake them, but he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss them both. Leno was curled on his side, face smooshed against Dylan’s shoulder. Tom frowned at his flushed cheeks; he felt one with the back of his hand.

Leno didn’t move, but Dylan stirred beside him and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet and sleepy. Tom smiled and pulled his hand away from Leno to kiss Dylan on the cheek.

“Hey,” he said back. “I saw the note. Is Leno okay?”

Yawning, Dylan stretched his arms over his head before touching Leno’s forehead gently. “He had the chills earlier. He’s still pretty warm.”

Tom didn’t like the sound of that. Leno’s finals were coming up in the next week, and he had been studying profusely, sometimes staying at his campus library until well into the early morning. Tom wasn’t even sure he’d eaten on most days besides unhealthy amounts of coffee. Now it appeared he was getting sick.

“Do we have medicine and stuff? I can go out and grab some.” Tom looked at Leno, reaching over Dylan to feel his cheeks again.

“Let’s see how he feels in the morning,” Dylan said quietly. “I can always ride out early and get some things. Go get ready for bed, you have practice early tomorrow, don’t you?”

Tom did, but he was worried about Leno. It was only 10:30 at night, he could go to a nearby Walgreens or something, grab a few things. Just in case. He was still dressed after all.

“I’ll be back soon.” He leaned down to give a quick kiss to Dylan’s sleepy lips before heading out.

***

When Tom came back, Leno was up, but hunched over the toilet with Dylan beside him rubbing his back.

“Shit,” Tom said, standing in the doorway. Dylan looked up at him with concerned eyes. “It’s bad?”

Dylan nodded.

“I’ll bring the stuff up.”

Tom had struggled a bit at the store, but ended up grabbing everything he could think of. Gatorade, ginger ale, cleaning supplies, and a pack of pedialyte at the last second. He rushed to set them up now, bringing everything into the master bedroom along with Leno’s favorite blanket from the living room and extras from the closet.

“Shh,” he could hear Dylan cooing from the bathroom, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Tom’s heart sunk as Leno continued to retch and sob. He could only stand around awkwardly when Dylan carefully guided him back into the room, tucking him into bed. Tom rushed to empty the waste basket in the bathroom, supplying it with a new trash bag and setting it next to Leno’s side of the bed, just in case.

“I have to,” Leno was in the middle of whining to Dylan when Tom came back with a cool wet rag.

“No,” Dylan said, firm. “You’re staying home. You’re not going anywhere like this.”

“It’s my last week of classes!”

Tom winced. Leno’s voice was wrecked already. He sounded horrible.

Dylan wasn’t budging. “And your professors will understand.”

“Listen to Dylan,” Tom chimed in, joining Dylan on the side of the bed where Leno was curled up and miserable, tears in his eyes, cheeks flushed. He placed the rag on Leno’s forehead, running a hand through his hair gently. Leno tried to look angry up at him, but it only came off as a weak pout.

He mumbled something, but burrowed further into the blankets anyway.

Dylan reached for Tom’s forearm. “I’ll stay in here,” he said softly. “You get some sleep in the guest room.”

[hockaye]

when tom and dylan wake up, leno isn’t there in bed with them. they find him sitting at the kitchen table alone, and immediately they’re concerned, but leno just shrugs them off. he’s distance all morning, clearly something is wrong, and tom and dylan are silently freaking out but they don’t want to push leno. he can be a nervous thing sometimes and it takes a bit for him to speak up, and they never want to force it. they give him the space he needs but are constantly checking in. they notice he didn’t eat breakfast. he’s quiet, always on his phone.

then leno calls dubie to come pick him up and take him somewhere, he does say goodbye but they have a bad a feeling. leno’s only gone for about 30 minutes but when he comes back he rushes to the master bedroom and locks himself inside. they ask dubie what’s going on but he just shakes his head and says only leno can tell them. dubie doesn’t seem worried though, he’s actually trying not to smile the entire time before he leaves. still, it’s driving tom and dylan insane, and they’re almost sick with worry over leno. they distract themselves by cleaning the house ten times over.

finally around mid afternoon leno comes down and hands them both a card. he’s squirming as they open them, wringing his shirt, looking so so nervous. face flushed and about to cry.

the cards say Happy Father’s day. And in each one is a positive pregnancy test.

[hockaye]

and also. tom and dylan AND leno should make out too.

[hockaye]

Leno, a puppy with separation anxiety.

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Immediately upon sitting on the edge of the bed, Tom is on the other side reaching for him.

“No,” he demands, grabbing his arm. “In the middle.” He pulls Leno in towards the middle of the mattress, pulling the covers out from underneath him and making a show of tucking him in. Leno can only watch and let himself be manhandled flat on his back, his face heating up as Tom fluffs the pillows behind him and pulls the blanket up to his chin. He then runs a big clumsy hand through his hair and leans in to kiss his forehead. Leno’s heart is racing in a disgustingly lovesick way. If he were a dog his tail would be wagging at being so well pampered.

“Comfy?” Tom asks him, and Leno meets his glassy eyes and nods his head. He can’t speak; there’s too much unknown emotion clogging his throat. Tom continues staring down at him with an expression Leno can’t describe, smoothing down his hair and then lightly pinching his cheeks. Leno wants another kiss on his forehead but he doesn’t know how to say that. His brain is screaming ‘kiss me kiss me’, and he doesn’t dare dwell on the fact that he doesn’t care where he’s kissed, he just wants it.

The door opens and Dylan walks in with three glasses of water, putting them on the night stand before looking at the two of them and smiling. Leno must look ridiculous with only his head sticking out of the covers. Dylan sits on the unoccupied side of the bed on Leno’s left.

“Do you need anything?” he asks him, and when Leno shakes his head, both men start to stand and walk away. A whine tears from Leno’s throat.

“Where are you guys going?” he says, voice pitched high as he begins to panic. Don’t go!

“We’re just using the bathroom,” Dylan reassures him. “We’ll be right back, okay?”

Leno nods meekly, watches as Dylan guides a stumbling Tom through the door. He hates how quiet and cold everything feels when they leave the room, and only a couple minutes go by before he’s plagued by thoughts of abandonment. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have abandonment issues, but it’s hard to ignore the way his stomach drops at the thought of Tom and Dylan not coming back. What if they get sidetracked and forget about him? Or even worse, what if this whole thing is just a prank, and they aren’t really coming back at all?

Out of all the pranks Leno’s been subject to, he thinks this would be the absolute worst.

He spends the next 10 minutes counting every second and staring wide-eyed at the door, heart rate picking up every time he hears voices or movements, only to deflate upon realizing it’s just other teammates getting ready to spend the night as well. Ovi’s place is huge, and voices echo as guys converse and figure out sleeping arrangements among the mansion’s many guest rooms.

Finally, the door opens, and Leno breathes a huge sigh of relief as both Tom and Dylan walk in. He can finally relax as the two of them wander around and get ready for bed, stripping off their pants (Leno swears he’s not looking) and making sure they all have their phones. Leno reaches into the pocket of his shorts and hands his to Dylan, who sets all three of them down on the night stand next to the glasses of water. And then they’re both sliding into bed, one on either side of Leno, scooting in until they’re flush against him.

“Okay?” Dylan whispers against the top of his head, and Leno hums. Already his eyelids feel heavy, he’s warm all over. A very, very nice contrast to how cold he was before. To his right, Tom sighs and wraps an arm around them, wingspan reaching across Leno and over Dylan’s waist, pulling until all three of them are cuddling nice and snug, legs tangled together.

“Goodnight babes,” Tom mumbles, and Leno is pretty sure the moment his eyes shut he’s gone, arm having gone limp already as it lays across Leno’s chest. He can feel Tom’s breathing against his cheek.

“Goodnight,” Dylan says softly, and he presses a tender kiss to Leno’s other cheek before moving impossibly closer, resting his chin atop Leno’s head. He also wraps an arm around him, hugging him.

“‘Night,” Leno manages to say.

He tries to stay awake as long as possible so he can live in this moment, taking in everything from Tom’s easy breathing against his skin to Dylan’s body curled so perfectly around him, to the pleasant darkness of the room and perfect temperature, the easy silence. But sleep overtakes him quickly, and he dives into that waiting abyss, wrapped up safely in the arms of Tom and Dylan, protected and taken care of. And wanted.

[hockaye]

sugar daddy tom au where tom is back from a series of away games and he arrives super late. Dylan always stays up to wait for him and leno tried his best to stay up but ended up falling asleep on the couch. its okay tho tom gets hello kisses from dylan and gives sleeping leno a kiss on the cheek before carrying him to their room where they all sleep cuddled together

[hockaye]

Leno cuddling in between tom and dylan and getting so many kisses on his cheeks. so many!!!!!!