Rating: PG
Original Date of Completion: July 2008
Pairing: Vague Jordan Parise/Zach Parise
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but it'd be pretty sweet if I did. This is all fake, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. Please, don't sue me. This contains non-graphic incest.
Notes: One sentence structured, based on the song "Laughing Boy" by Mary Wells. Lyrics in italics
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Laughing boy, that’s what they used to call you.
I boosted you up to our bedroom window, whispering to you to be quiet as I did; you stumbled over the sill with a loud crash, but your giggling was the sound that woke up dad, and got me grounded for a month.
Before you found a new love to take my place
I climbed up the rose trellis to the window next to your bed, but I didn’t go any further when I saw Kenny Becker’s head in your lap; I jumped back down and decided to use the back door, so mom would be sure to catch me and not you.
Laughing Boy, that's what they used to call you
I tackled you with a growl onto the bed, struggling momentarily to pin your arms down, shifting my weight to do the same to your legs; I smirked down at you and you giggled, turning your hands over into mine, and scissoring your legs around my waist.
You always wore a smile upon your face
On the edge of my seat, I watched you skate back to the bench, blood dotting your lip; they showed your now toothless wince on the jumbotron, then the beam of your smile as your teammates praised your sudden ruggedness.
But as I look at you now
You’re breathing heavily, your skin is slick with sweat, your lip bitten red between your teeth; you’re always a mirror image of me, but never more than this moment.
I know that somehow, the smile you're wearing is untrue
You flip your phone closed and stare at it for a moment, unaware that I’m watching you; when you look up and meet my eyes, you smile, but it’s far from your usual, the type that we say created glitter.
Laughing Boy, I think you're blue
When Drew calls to tell me after the game that you blew off meeting up, I know something must be wrong; I barely hang up with him before I call you.
Your new love, she really must have hurt you
I let myself into your place, calling out for you as I walk toward the hallway to your bedroom; you pad out to meet me wearing sweatpants and your Bedtime Bear t-shit, and greet me with nothing more than “hey”.
She really must have filled your heart with pain
I ask you if you want to head into the city on your rare night off, and you shrug; you tell me you don’t feel like going out, then excuse yourself to bed a short time later.
'Cause I know you well
I step quietly into your bedroom, holding my hands behind my back, and find you already awake; you barely react when you see me, until I bring my hands around to the front and you see the corndogs in my grip, then you smile and give a light chuckle.
And you could never fool me
When I ask you for the 9th time what’s wrong, you sigh and say nothing again; your grumbles of “I’m not your baby brother anymore, stop fawning over me” do nothing but make me go for 10.
I know that somehow you're not the same
I walk down the hall to your bedroom and see your door closed; when I try to turn the handle, I find the door is locked.
As I look at you now Your face is red, your cheeks dripping wet, the only sound coming from you is your hoarse breathing; I’ve never seen you like this.
I know that somehow, when you say you're happy, you're lying
I can hear you tell Brian that you’re fine from down the hall, then your giggle when he smacks your ass on his way into the locker room; I’m the only one who could ever tell that that giggle was fake, I’m the only one who sees your shoulders slump before you follow him.
Laughing Boy, I believe you've been crying
I tiptoe quietly down the hall, pausing to peek into your bedroom; I can see you shaking beneath a mound of blankets, and when I hear a soft sniffle, I invite myself to your bedside.
Don't you know that it's true
“Your ass IS pretty damn phenomenal, but that was never why...”
I still love you
Despite your grumbling protests, I climb into bed behind you, and pull you back against me, murmuring “Ti amo” in your ear.
Just as much as I did before
After a long, tense silence, you settle back against me, and quietly ask “Still?”; I simply nod in response, and tighten my arms around you.
So Laughing Boy
“So I told them I tore my foreskin, and they let me come, nevermind that I’m circumcized...”; you shake your head and giggle, and this time I know it’s genuine.
Come on home, Laughing Boy
You pause as we walk out to your car, and I can see where your stare is pointed when you turn back toward the visitor’s bus; I slide my arm around your shoulders and nudge you back toward the Escalade.
Come on home, Laughing Boy
Laying sprawled out on my back on the bed, I hold my arms out for you, and give a cheesy wink; you giggle, then with a running leap, join me in the bed.
And smile once more
I stare down at you, squeezing your hands where I have them pinned down above your head; your legs tighten around my waist and you smile just as I lose it.
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© 2008 Triple X
