Rating: PG
Original Date of Completion: February 2003
Disclaimer: I own him, you can't have him. This is all fiction from my demented little mind, so don't sue me.
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I miss the old Kirk, the one that used to sit here with me and bitch about Valentines day. Now he's got Drapes, and he's all yay for the pink holiday. Meanwhile, I am still bitching about it, there is just no one to hear me now. It's not necessarily that I hate the holiday, there is actually a lot of good to it. But when I haven't seen my wife in weeks, and I'm hundreds of miles away from her now, and everyone around me has someone, it really fucking sucks. Mark this down because I won't say it again. I, Darren McCarty, am lonely.
It's not really hard to be, though. Not on this team. Everyone has someone to spend tonight with except me. Anyone that I would normally spend Valentines with has someone else to be with tonight. Sean and Dandy will be off being disgustingly cute like they are. Shanny will be with Steve, who's flying in specifically to be with him. Even Luc has deserted me tonight; he and Homer have decided to be on again for tonight in their on again off again whatever you want to call it. But worst of all, Kirk is abandoning me in my time of need. Well okay, it's not really fair to say it like that. He's just basking in Drapes' love, and who am I to begrudge him of that. But I'll be damned if I won't sit here and pout about it.
I don't actually know what my big problem is this year. I've spent Valentines day alone before, a lot of them in fact. This one is just different. Watching Kirk and Drapes together probably has a lot to do with that. I've been watching them for about 10 minutes now, and I don't think they've even noticed I'm still here. They've gotten a hell of a lot bolder over the past few months than they ever were before. But I guess they figure that if our captain and his boyfriend can make out in the locker room, why can't they? And they would have a point there, it's only fair for them to be able to do it too. It's just kind of annoying right now watching them when they only thing I really want is to kiss my wife.
"Remember boys, breathing is a necessity," I grumbled, tossing a roll of tape at Kirk’s head and connecting dead on.
They broke apart and Kirk shot me a cold glare while Drapes just giggled. Rolling his eyes, Kirk stepped away from Kris and sat down beside me. He smiled, nudging my foot with his that way he does when he wants me to tell him what's wrong. That's one of those silent communication things that we have. It doesn't usually work straight out, I'm too damned stubborn to actually admit when something is bothering me. But these two always know, and somehow they always get it out of me. Even if they have to resort to dirty tricks, which they've done on numerous occasions. And as Drapes sits down on my other side, the devious glint in his eyes tells me that he would have no problem with that. Sighing, I lean back against my locker, hiding my head in the darkness and refusing to admit to these two clowns that I was lonely. I would never hear the end of it. Ever, as long as I lived.
I hear Kirk sigh in annoyance, then feel his finger flick against my chin. I stifle a giggle and raise my head from my locker, staring at him with a raised eyebrow. "What was that for?" I asked, scratching my chin.
"For being a frustrating idiot," Kirk replied with a shrug. "You might as well tell us what's wrong,"
"Nothing's wrong," I rolled my eyes. "I was just sick of watching you two suck face, you're worse than teenagers,"
"You are so full of shit," Drapes interjected, punching me in the arm. "You've never had objections to us kissing. In fact, you've made us do it for your twisted amusement,"
"Seriously, so you might as well tell us what's wrong," Kirk agreed with a nod.
I sighed and leaned back in my locker again. I silently surveyed my options. On the plus side, they would have nothing to use against me the next time one of our mocking sessions broke out. And these two were ruthless as it was, especially now that they were together, I didn't need to give them any help. But on the negative side of things, they could result again to dirty tricks, and torture it out of me. And I wasn't so sure right now how I could handle them holding me down and tickling me, just the hands on body contact might be too much; like I said I haven't seen my wife in weeks. THAT was something that they would REALLY use against me; I couldn't in sound mind give them that ammo. So that left me with only option, tell them what was bugging me.
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. I glanced back and forth between them, sighing at my predicament before I spoke. "I just miss Cheryl, that's all,"
Instantly I wished that I could take that back, as they both broke out in a chorus of mocking "Aww"s. I growled at them with a glare and got to my feet. I'm sure that they both actually sympathized with me, but they enjoyed the mocking too much to actually show it. But, I can't bitch about that, because I've mocked both more times than I can count. It just sucks when the fun stuff like that comes back to bite you in the ass. It's not even like I really wanted sympathy. I just...I don't know what I just. I'm not even sure why I told them, beyond getting them off my back. Maybe I just wanted them to mock me for a while. At least then I wouldn’t be alone.
Holy hell I'm a whiner today.
"I hate you both," I growled, grabbing my towel from my locker in preparation for a shower. I tried to walk away, but Kirk's hand grabbed the waist of my boxers and pulled me back. Turning back toward him, I fixed him with a glare. "What?"
"Sit down," He ordered, tugging me back down onto the bench. "Now, tell us what's wrong. It's more than just missing Cheryl, you're too grumpy for it to just be that,"
I sighed and shook my head. "I'm not telling you because you will never let me hear the end of it,"
Drapes gasped in mock appal, reaching over and putting his hand on my neck. I leaned into the touch for a brief second, before my mind reminded me whose hand it was. Reluctant nonetheless in my mind, I leaned away and slapped at his hand. That gave Kirk the perfect opportunity to strike without notice, and he bounced a roll of tape off my head. I turned back to him with a glare, preparing to speak, or at least growl at him. But I never got the chance to as his lips met mine.
It was a shocking feeling, but not one that was entirely unwelcome. I think I just wanted a kiss, and at this point it didn't matter who it was with. It was just a soft, boring kiss really, but it was really fucking awesome. It wasn't like this was a first, Kirk and I had kissed before; I think after the first Cup in 97 we technically made out on the ice. But this was a little different, he'd just kissed me out of the blue here, with his boyfriend sitting on my other side. It didn't take long for that thought to permeate my mind, and my eyes shot open. Slowly I pushed Kirk away, not really wanting to break the kiss, even though I knew how weird this was, and that I shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But damn, he's a really good kisser. There is no way anyone couldn't enjoy that.
Before even looking at Kirk, my eyes flashed to Drapes. He stared at us with a look of seriousness on his face, which stupidly sent a wave of panic through me. It must've shown on my face, because a smirk quickly graced his lips and he burst into laughter.
"I told you he'd enjoy it," Drapes said through his laughter, clutching at his stomach.
Kirk exploded in a fit of giggles, leaning back against the lockers and shaking his head. I glanced back and forth at them, raising an eyebrow in question and still trying to figure out just what was going on here. There had to be some reason why Kirk would kiss me, on today of all days. And obviously it wasn't just a spur of the moment thing, if they'd talked about me enjoying it. I had a feeling I'd been set up. Now just begged the question of why.
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked, glaring at Kirk.
He smiled in return and patted me on the knee. "Cheryl called me this morning and asked me to take care of that," He said simply, brushing his thumb against my lips. "And Kris decided we should bet on wether or not you'd enjoy it. He won, and now I owe him a special prize,"
I know that with everything he just said that there are some things I should ask about first, like why my wife would call and tell him to kiss me. But my curiosity is overpowering, and even though I probably really don't want to know (especially not after the details I got on Kirk's birthday), I have to ask.
"Special prize?" I asked, turning my eyes to Drapes.
I had to snicker at him as his cheeks turned pink, and a sheepish grin spread across his face. I could hear Kirk sigh from behind me, but as I glanced back at him, his cheeks were even pinker than Kris' were. That sent me into full blown laughter, and I shook my head at both of them.
"I'm just going to assume that I don't want to know. I'm traumatized enough today," I teased, rolling my eyes as I stood.
"Oh yeah, so traumatized," Drapes snorted, punching me in the arm. "You loved it,"
I thought about objecting for a brief second, but quickly realized it would be pointless. Not to mention a huge lie. So instead I just grinned and shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, I did. He's a good kisser, no way I can't enjoy it,"
Drapes grinned in reply, slapping Kirk on the ass as he got to his feet next to us. "Yeah, he is pretty good. And just think, I get those lips somewhere..."
"SHUT UP!" Kirk interrupted, clamping his hand over Kris' mouth.
Kirk's cheeks were bright pink again, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. The two of them stared at each other for a minute, completely ignoring the world around them like they do. My despondence about spending Valentines day alone was over now, that kiss completely drained it away. So I was able to start mocking THEM for a change today. And I did, fake gagging and telling them to get a room. That snapped them back to reality, and they rolled their eyes as they reluctantly separated.
I could see the desire to leave plainly in both of their eyes, and really I had no use for them anymore. I didn't really have much use for them before, but then Kirk kissed me, and I'm definitely not complaining about that. That was really what I needed today, even if kissing Kirk wasn't something I ever would've expected again. But still, it was nice of both of them to sit here and make an effort to make me feel better, even if I was uncooperative. I know I may say that they annoy me sometimes, but I love them both. And I'm pretty damn glad they were around today. But, I feel better now and they can go off, and Drapes can get his special prize. And they can keep the details to themselves.
Grabbing my towel from the bench, I tossed it back over my shoulder and jerked my head in the direction of the shower. They smiled and made their way toward the exit without even another word. Drapes was out the door in a flash, but I was able to catch Kirk with a "Hey" before he left. He turned back, and I flashed him a grin.
"Thanks, Malts,"
He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Happy Valentines, Mac,"
I smiled as he walked out, then turned back toward the showers. As I hung my towel up and stepped beneath the water, I couldn't help thinking that it was. Malts kissing me was an unexpected solution to my loneliness, especially since it was essentially Cheryl's idea, but all and all I was thankful for it. It wasn't the Valentines I would've liked, but it wasn't so bad. Having to put up with those two really does pay off in the end. Even if I do have stubble burn now.
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