A soft prompt: patater having a quiet moment together after an aces v. falconers game just enjoying being together
“You not dying, Kenny. Just bruised.”
Kent rolls his eyes and huffs and shuffles over against Alexei in the warm hotel room. No one believes him when he says Vegas gets cold in the winter, but it does. And it’s worse because Alexei likes to leave the AC on and the window cracked. They’re tucked up on the bed, and Cupcake Wars is on in the background–Kent was asked to do the show if the Aces win the cup, and he’s secretly hoping he gets the chance.
Shoving his toes under Alexei’s calf, he shuffles. He is bruised. He took a nasty check into the boards, and it was by miracle and hockey pads nothing was cracked. But he’s aching and tired, but too keyed up to sleep.
Alexei’s holding him though, half in his lap, between the V of his legs. His nose is resting in Kent’s freshly washed hair, one hand gripping the top of Kent’s thigh, the other holding his hip in a loose but possessive grip.
“God what the fuck, is she putting tarragon in her frosting? That’s gonna be all crunchy and shit.”
“It taste good, you watch,” Alexei argues.
Kent huffs. “Oh like you know.”
“I’m spend more time with Bitty, learn things. Become expert baker.”
“I bet I can kick your ass in the kitchen.”
Alexei grips Kent by the chin and turns his face. He kisses him, two pecks on each corner of his mouth, a slow, drawn out kiss with tongue after. Kent’s breathing heavy and blushing when Alexei finally pulls away. “Is challenge?”
“Maybe,” Kent says, but he can’t remember what the challenge is with Alexei looking at him like that. He stares. He blinks slowly. “Hey, Alyosha?”
“Hmm?” Alexei’s eyes have already flickered back to the tv, but Kent doesn’t care.
“I uh. I love you.” It’s not the first time they’ve said it, but Kent doesn’t say it often, and usually not sober. So the weight of it hits Alexei and his face turns down, slow and with purpose. Kent swallows, his blush growing. “Um. Yeah. I just…I do.”
Alexei’s smile is warm and gentle, and he cups Kent’s cheek, stroking over his freckles with his thumb. “I’m know this. You not need to tell me but…like to hear it. Is nice.” He brushes their noses together. “I love you too.”
Kent smiles, then turns back to the TV in the warm circle of Alexei’s arms. “The judges are gonna hate it,” Kent says.
Alexei laughs, but this time he doesn’t argue.