whoacanada: omgpieplease: Good Jacques™ Lives!I uhhhhh was just thinking about this Man.Idk. I
whoacanada:omgpieplease:Good Jacques™ Lives!I uhhhhh was just thinking about this Man.Idk. I imagined a brief post-game locker-room interview (maybe a year or two after his first cup) that Bitty (and a good portion of omgcp-universe hockey tumblr at large) considers a gift from the heavens.My other Check Please stuffMy Not-Check Please Stuff (AHHHHHH HAIRY JACK!!!! Okay – assume Bitty hasn’t seen Jack naked in a few weeks because of the Playoffs:)The Cup series is finally over and Jack is back home, in his own room, with his own boyfriend, and he’s ready to return some sense of normalcy after weeks of Skype calls and away games.“Oh, honey, I — what is on your chest?”Jack looks up from the shirt in his hands and finds Bitty staring at him from the bathroom, toothbrush half-hanging out of his mouth.“What?” Jack looks back down at himself. “What is it?”“Your chest!” Bitty repeats, tossing his toothbrush into the sink and rushing across the room to smack his damp palm against the hair between Jack’s pecs. “What is this?”“My…hair? You’ve seen it.”“Um, no,” Bitty looks up at Jack incredulously, dragging his fingers through the thick hair that covers his chest. “You had a little bit of fuzz but not this. Are you on steroids? Is this testosterone or something because you are very…dense.”“Bud, you know I don’t shave during the playoffs,” he pries Bitty’s hand off his chest and brings it to his lips to kiss at the knuckles. “This is me after three playoff rounds and a Cup.”“I think I’m going to pass out,” Bitty whispers, eyes still locked on Jack’s naked torso. “You’re hairy.”“Haha, is that a bad thing?”Bitty drops his head against Jack’s chest and presses his face between his boyfriend’s pecs.“No,” comes the muffled reply. “It’s the best thing. Big muscle bear.”“Bud,” Jack laughs at the sensation of Bitty’s breath tickling his skin and drops his shirt to get an arm around him. “I’m glad you like how hairy I am when I don’t groom myself but you had to know this?”“You’ve been manscaping this entire time and I had no idea. You’re so handsome I’m going to die,” Bitty whines, pulling back just enough to get out a complete sentence and stare at Jack with damp eyes. “You’re like, a man.”“Was I not one before?” Jack teases.“No! I mean, yes! But — Oh, lord,” Bitty sighs, giving up trying to defend himself and falling into Jack’s arms.“Sweet-pea?”“…Yes?”“Do you ‘groom’, here?” Bitty teases, poking at the dark trail of hair below Jack’s belly button.“Are you asking if I trim everywhere?” Jack whispers, knowing exactly where he wants this conversation to head. Bitty’s cheeks go pink before he drops his head again to hide his blush.“Maybe,” Bitty answers softly, tugging at a few long strands and flashing a toothy smile. “What if I am?“Well, why don’t you check for yourself?” Jack takes Bitty’s hand and guides his fingers a bit lower until they’re brushing against the waistband of Jack’s running shorts. “It’s been a long series. Let me know what you think.” -- source link
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