William Nylander - Part 14
37953 words later, this story comes to a close as well! Thank you to everyone again for being so lovely and supportive and willing to read my garbage! And for everyone who didn’t get annoyed at my very irregular posting schedule… that’s my bad. I have another story I’m working on now, but I’m not sure when I will start posting it but it’s heavily influenced by the fanfic someone wrote to me that I reblogged earlier so if you want a sneak peek, then there it is!
After nearly five hours of sitting and laughing with Nathan and his boyfriend, whose name I learned was Elliot, I collapse on my bed. Getting to shut my eyes for a mere five minutes before I hear my apartment door open and close. I keep my eyes shut even when I hear him enter my bedroom.
Maybe if I play dead he’ll kiss me.
The bed shifts slightly as his weight presses down beside me and I can feel the tickle of his hand as it brushes up my belly, between my breasts and to my neck. Still I keep my eyes closed but heat blooms in my cheeks.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” Will whispers, his lips grazing my jaw.
I exaggerate my breathing and he chuckles.
“Well I’ll be, you are sleeping,” he teases, pressing kisses along my face leaving a blazing trail on my skin. “And you ask me why I call you sleeping beauty every morning,” he whispers again, his lips just barely touching mine.
I pouted my lips out and his laugh licks my soul.
“It’s rude to keep a princess waiting,” I whine, my eyes still sealed shut.
“Heaven forbid I get on the wrong side of a princess,” Will whispers and finally my body sings as he presses a sweet kiss to my lips.
I flutter my eyes open, surprised at how dark my room is and there he is, grinning at me like a little kid.
“There’s those eyes,” he says and kisses me again, a little longer and harder this time.
My body reacts automatically, my hands traveling up his arm to his neck, marveling at the feel of him and I curl into him just slightly. Will breaks my moment of fun by leaning back and quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Oh no, you aren’t getting out of it that easy,” he admonishes and props himself up on an elbow while rolling to his side.
“But you said earlier…” I pout and he bites a lip to keep from laughing.
“We have all night, but believe me when I say that I will stay true to my word,” he says and the way his blue eyes darken into smoldering embers makes my entire body tingle.
“Then ask what you want so we can get this out of the way,” I sigh and flop my head back down on my mattress in defeat.
Will is quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to word his question.
“So… is Nathan… uh,” he stutters.
“Gay? Yes, Nathan is gay,” I finish his question and answer it for him.
Will nods, playing with the sleeve of my shirt. “And you’re the only one who knows?”
I nod as well. “For now, we talked a long time and it’s obviously only his decision on when and if,” I watch Will’s fingers pull at the loose thread, “but he was very happy when I was talking to him. I think him having Elliot helps. But it will take sometime for him and Jake I think, because there really isn’t a way he can beat around the bush about how he felt, and possibly still feels for him.”
I roll onto my side, inches between my chest and Will’s and sigh into his shoulder.
“But he’s the Nathan he wants to be, and that’s the most important part.” I finish and breathe in Will’s comforting aroma.
“He’s lucky to have a friend like you,” Will says after a few moments, a kiss brushing against the top of my head.
“Maybe. I’m just happy I have him back. I missed him and he missed me,” I say, leaning my head back to rid myself of the itch from one of Will’s buttons on his shirt.
“What’s not to miss?” He asks, grinning down at me.
“Funny you say that when you wouldn’t let me-“
I’m cut off by the sudden assault of Will’s lips against mine.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” he murmurs and rolls so I’m hovering above him.
I cover his mouth with my hand when he tries to talk again.
“Nope, you said I’d be seeing a lot more of you tonight, not talking a lot more,” I shake my head at him and sit back on his legs to toss my shirt to floor.
His grin is wicked as he sits up suddenly causing me to fall back onto my back, and it’s still in place when he lays down a top of me.
“Whatever you say, dear,” he whispers, calling goosebumps to erupt on my skin.
Five months later
“You two ready?” A voice calls from downstairs of my parent’s house.
“Rian, the mirror won’t compliment you no matter how long you stare into it,” I say snidely to my little sister.
She throws me a withering glare over in the reflection and I snicker.
“Nice shirt,” she then says and takes me off guard.
I glance down at the low cut body suit and can’t help but smile.
“What did you say to the boy this time to possibly affect his game playing abilities?”
“Nothing that this shirt won’t fix,” I say, a red flush creeping up my cheeks and it’s Rian’s turn to snicker.
“Girls! Come on!”
Rian and I scurry down the stairs to our waiting entourage; Jake is deep in conversation with Elliot and Nathan is scowling up at his.
“Y/N, I’m pretty sure this isn’t something that you can miss now,” he snaps at me and I press my lips together.
The wives and girlfriends are to be in attendance for tonight’s home opener, a small ceremony taking place before the game in remembrance of one of the Leaf’s all-time greats who passed away during the offseason.
“I know, I know,” I huff, terrified at the very idea of being on the ice in front of everyone, but it’s for a very good reason which I have to keep telling myself. I take comfort in the fact that many of the other girls have also never had to do anything remotely similar to tonight.
I grab my slip on top from the back of a couch, I only want to boost Will’s ego, not the entire arenas. I have to run out the door to catch the other’s as they pile into two vehicles, slipping between Nathan and Elliot in the front seat of his sports car that has no backseat.
Nathan’s arm is warm around my shoulders as we pull into the steady traffic leading to the arena.
“Lot of things are different from the last time we all did this,” Nathan says, squeezing my shoulder gently.
“Lots of things,” I agree in a murmur, my eyes instantly going down to the glittering ring on my finger. Not an engagement ring, a promise ring that I had given up trying to refuse after I discovered the receipt on the floor.
Nathan also looks down at the ring on my finger and then the ring on his own, his not being a promise ring. I bring my hand over his, comparing our fingers side by side, my diamond and his band shimmering in the setting sun. We both grin at each other in giddiness.
“Still sure I’m best man material?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow and he laughs.
“As long as you don’t wear that shirt, I think you’re perfect best man material,” he answers and I reflexively try and pull my shirt up, which doesn’t really work with a bodysuit.
“Oh, you shut up,” I scoff much to his amusement.
After the pregame ceremonies and digging myself back up from the basement hallways of the arena, I sit down between Rian and Jake at our glass level seats. It hadn’t been my first choice but Elliot had insisted that since it was his first NHL game, he had to get the full effect. Shoving the slip on back into my purse, I glance up just in time to see a puck flying at my face.
Not flinching, I glare at my boyfriend who is smirking at me from across the ice.
“Very funny,” I mouth to him and I’m rewarded with another puck pinging off the glass before me.
“Oh, he’s gonna get some tonight,” Rian snickers beside me and I drop my jaw. “Oh no! I meant you’re going to yell at him… but that probably works too.”
Trying to destroy the words even as they enter my eyes, I shake my head knowing they will haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Remind me why I sat with you instead of the others tonight?” I snap at her and instead Jake wraps his arms around me and snuggles me into a hug.
“Because you love us so damn much,” he says in a high pitched voice, muffled by my shoulder.
Before I can open my mouth to retort more hands circle around me until I’m being smothering by four people and batting them all away.
“Why are you so embarrassing?” I huff at all of them, adjusting my shirt and pulling my hair back to where it’s supposed to be.
“Because now we can embarrass you the entire game in front of your boyfriend and all his friends. It’s great for us,” Rian says through a mouthful of popcorn.
I shake my head and lean back in my seat as the puck drops at center ice for the beginning of a brand new hockey season.
“I don’t even blame you for that,” I say and Rian glances at me.
“Well then who do you blame?” She asks me.
I nod towards my favorite number flashing past, the puck on his stick.
“The idiot who hit me with a puck.”