Prodigal Son - Malcolm & JT - Sleepover
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cmk418Written for Dreamy who wanted some hurt/comfort- not really sure if this is exactly it, but it was as close as these two got
“Hi!” said Malcolm as he opened the door to his teammate, JT. “You’re here.” JT stepped past him as Malcolm stuck his head outside the door and looked around. Nobody else was there. It was just him, JT, and JT’s overnight bag. “Why are you here?”
“Tally and I had a fight.”
“Okay.”
“Nah, man, she kicked me out.”
“And you came here.”
“Went by Gil’s.”
“Yeah, he’s at some charity thing with my mom. Don’t ask.”
“Then called Dani. She didn’t pick up. Then Mitch and Larry, Dave, and Mikey.”
“Who’s Mikey?”
“He works records. You’ve seen him at- no, you haven’t seen him.”
“And then I thought of you. You’re okay with me chillin’ here for a while.”
“Sure. Mi casa is su… whatever. What was the fight about?”
“That’s just it. I don’t even know. This pregnancy’s got her all whackadoo.”
“Well, sudden hormonal changes can…”
“Save me the biology lecture, Bright. You got any beer?”
“Fresh out. But my mom brought me a bottle of champagne when she popped in last time. And I’ve got orange juice. I make a mean mimosa.”
“Sure. Why the hell not. It’s not like this night can get any worse.”
“Has she done this before?”
“Kicked me out? Nah. She pulled a gun on me once. It was hot.”
“I tried to stab my girlfriend. It wasn’t.”
“Don’t feel like you need to share.”
Malcolm placed JT’s mimosa on the table in front of him.
JT drained it all in one gulp. “You’re right. This isn’t bad.”
Malcolm started to take the glass back, then said, “I’ll make a pitcher.”
“Good idea,” replied JT.
Malcolm added orange juice and a liberal amount of champagne to a crystal pitcher and stirred it. “Pregnancy affects women differently. There’s no standard blueprint for behavior. I once profiled a pregnant woman who murdered her husband. You should be glad you were kicked out.”
“Gladder by the second.”
Malcolm carried the pitcher and a second champagne glass into the room. He poured a drink for them both, then held his glass out. “Cheers.”
JT reluctantly clinked glasses with him before slugging back another mimosa.
“Sports. Are there sports? We could watch some if you want.”
“Nah. That’s okay, Bright.”
Malcolm relaxed for a moment. JT poured himself another drink. Silence descended on the room.
JT looked at Malcolm.
Malcolm looked back at JT.
“There might be an Islanders’ game on,” suggested JT.
“Yeah. Okay. That’s good. What station?”
JT shrugged.
Malcolm started flipping through channels. “I normally don’t watch TV. Other than the news that is.”
“Hold it.”
Malcolm looked at the television. It definitely wasn’t a hockey game. It looked like a Christmas special.
“What is this?”
“Just a movie I’ve seen before.”
“This is the Hallmark channel.”
“So?”
“You’re a man of many layers, JT.”
“Wouldn’t have seen this in your profile of me, I’ll bet.”
Malcolm held the “Actually” that was threatening to come out. He walked over to the linen closet and fished out a blanket and a pillow. “Help yourself to the couch,” he said, handing the bedclothes to JT.
“Thanks, Bright. Do you mind if I leave this on?”
“Not at all. And I’m going to apologize in advance for waking you.”
“As long as you don’t try to stab me, we’re good.”
“’Night, JT.”
“’Night, Malcolm.”
“Hi!” said Malcolm as he opened the door to his teammate, JT. “You’re here.” JT stepped past him as Malcolm stuck his head outside the door and looked around. Nobody else was there. It was just him, JT, and JT’s overnight bag. “Why are you here?”
“Tally and I had a fight.”
“Okay.”
“Nah, man, she kicked me out.”
“And you came here.”
“Went by Gil’s.”
“Yeah, he’s at some charity thing with my mom. Don’t ask.”
“Then called Dani. She didn’t pick up. Then Mitch and Larry, Dave, and Mikey.”
“Who’s Mikey?”
“He works records. You’ve seen him at- no, you haven’t seen him.”
“And then I thought of you. You’re okay with me chillin’ here for a while.”
“Sure. Mi casa is su… whatever. What was the fight about?”
“That’s just it. I don’t even know. This pregnancy’s got her all whackadoo.”
“Well, sudden hormonal changes can…”
“Save me the biology lecture, Bright. You got any beer?”
“Fresh out. But my mom brought me a bottle of champagne when she popped in last time. And I’ve got orange juice. I make a mean mimosa.”
“Sure. Why the hell not. It’s not like this night can get any worse.”
“Has she done this before?”
“Kicked me out? Nah. She pulled a gun on me once. It was hot.”
“I tried to stab my girlfriend. It wasn’t.”
“Don’t feel like you need to share.”
Malcolm placed JT’s mimosa on the table in front of him.
JT drained it all in one gulp. “You’re right. This isn’t bad.”
Malcolm started to take the glass back, then said, “I’ll make a pitcher.”
“Good idea,” replied JT.
Malcolm added orange juice and a liberal amount of champagne to a crystal pitcher and stirred it. “Pregnancy affects women differently. There’s no standard blueprint for behavior. I once profiled a pregnant woman who murdered her husband. You should be glad you were kicked out.”
“Gladder by the second.”
Malcolm carried the pitcher and a second champagne glass into the room. He poured a drink for them both, then held his glass out. “Cheers.”
JT reluctantly clinked glasses with him before slugging back another mimosa.
“Sports. Are there sports? We could watch some if you want.”
“Nah. That’s okay, Bright.”
Malcolm relaxed for a moment. JT poured himself another drink. Silence descended on the room.
JT looked at Malcolm.
Malcolm looked back at JT.
“There might be an Islanders’ game on,” suggested JT.
“Yeah. Okay. That’s good. What station?”
JT shrugged.
Malcolm started flipping through channels. “I normally don’t watch TV. Other than the news that is.”
“Hold it.”
Malcolm looked at the television. It definitely wasn’t a hockey game. It looked like a Christmas special.
“What is this?”
“Just a movie I’ve seen before.”
“This is the Hallmark channel.”
“So?”
“You’re a man of many layers, JT.”
“Wouldn’t have seen this in your profile of me, I’ll bet.”
Malcolm held the “Actually” that was threatening to come out. He walked over to the linen closet and fished out a blanket and a pillow. “Help yourself to the couch,” he said, handing the bedclothes to JT.
“Thanks, Bright. Do you mind if I leave this on?”
“Not at all. And I’m going to apologize in advance for waking you.”
“As long as you don’t try to stab me, we’re good.”
“’Night, JT.”
“’Night, Malcolm.”
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-10 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-10 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-10 04:54 pm (UTC)Thanks! My dad is a big fan of the traditional sappy "chick flicks" and my mom likes action films (making it extremely difficult to get them out of the house- when that was possible- to see a movie)
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-10 05:08 pm (UTC)My aunt says that, with those movies, it doesn't matter what happens during them. At some point, you just remind yourself it's a Hallmark movie and everything will wind up happily ever after.
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-10 05:19 pm (UTC)Exactly. Or read gay hockey romance novels (which is actually a pretty big genre). I've finished the Game Changer series (what's available), nearly finished the Hat Trick series, and am starting a series about an Arizona team when that one's done. They're light but I don't mind. I'm reading some other books too, but those I need to take a break from sometimes.
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Date: 2020-09-10 05:30 pm (UTC)I have a friend who ONLY reads mysteries. That's it, nothing else. And I get why some people don't like romances (I wouldn't touch them for years), but sometimes, you need light and fluffy and no one dying or being murdered. Which is why I read manga. That and well, yaoi is so readily available. :D
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Date: 2020-09-10 06:46 pm (UTC)I don't read a lot of mysteries- I think I might be jealous of people who can write like that. I'll do the occasional Steven King, but I read a lot of literary fic steeped in misery (like The Kite Runner). I've got one that touches on addiction and depression that I'm reading now called Transcendent Kingdom. (Surprisingly enough, it's lighter than the author's previous work.) It's been fairly slow at work lately so I've been able to get some reading done.
If you don't mind, I'd love to see which new hockey book popped up for you today. I'll try not to share the info with my mom this time.
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Date: 2020-09-10 06:57 pm (UTC)Of course not, I'm always happy to share the love. The one that I saw was Shots on Goal - it's on sale for $0.99, but it's the third in the series. The first is On the Ice. Hahaha - your poor mom.
Also, it's not hockey, but Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall was so darn fun!
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Date: 2020-09-11 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-11 03:23 am (UTC)I wasn't sure if you watched this or not (it's worth a look if you haven't). I had a lot of fun writing this just because Malcolm's so awkward and JT's almost the opposite.