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“Dawson. You are practically vibrating. How much coffee did you drink before the game? Do we need to call you an ambulance?” Tomas asks cautiously, brows furrowed as he watches Dawson bounce from person to person while waiting to get on the ice.
Dawson doesn’t respond, currently hanging off of Miles, talking to him about his latest adventure with Luca.
Nico walks over and smacks him in the helmet. “Dawson! Get in line! We’re about to go on the ice. What is going on with you?”
“We’re playing Stü… I get to see my bestie and bestie in law. Nightly phone calls just aren’t enough. And Brady usually ignores me whenever I try to text. Although that may be because him and Tim are fucking inseparable. I’m lucky that I get my nightly Timmy Time.”
“Why are you closer with Brady Tkachuk than I am? We were literally friends as kids… Hell, my brother literally lived with them.” Jack asks with his brows furrowed.
“Uh. Cause Tim and Brady probably knew more about this team than Nico did at one point? Before he found out about all the vampire shit.”
Nicos head snaps over towards them almost immediately. “How did they know more than me?”
Dawson looks at his feet, not responding to Nico.
“Ahem. How?”
“I may or may not have kept Tim updated as people were being changed. I knew by the smells. It was kinda like an exchange. I kinda just tell him everything, not just the vampire stuff. And of course Tim tells Brady everything cause they’re attached at the hip. It goes both ways too though. I probably know too much about that team. And way too much about their relationship. Jeez Tim never shuts up about it. ‘Brady this Brady that, god this one thing Brady does with his mouth.’ It’s a little much sometimes.”
There’s a wave of silence that rolls over the team, no one knowing what to say. Everyone is just looking at each other, not wanting to be the first one to say anything. They all know not to encourage Dawson at risk of him telling a two hour story that goes into about fifteen different tangents until it doesn’t relate to the original topic at all. No one says anything and the team gets on the ice for warm ups.
The moment he steps foot onto the ice Dawson skates right up to the logo, meeting Tim at center ice. They body slam into each other, laughing. They fall to the ground wrestling, Tim landing on top of Dawson.
Both teams just stand there watching for a few seconds before Nico skates over to intervene. Brady just grabs his arm, pulling him away and putting an arm around his shoulder. “Just let them wrestle for a bit. They do this everytime they see each other. If you try to stop them, it never ends. As long as we make sure neither of them get too chippy during the game, nothing bad will happen.”
After a minute or two, Tim stands up, reaching an arm down to pull Dawson up. “So. Any more fun news? You mentioned something on the phone last night about Miles having a story to tell you.”
“Oh my god yeah so last time Luca was up here…”
Nico skates away as soon as he hears his brother's name, not wanting to know any details about his and Miles sex life.
Brady skates up to Nico who’s leaning against the boards during a TV timeout. “So. How’s the almost brother in law? Man, I can’t believe it took you this long to find out. I found out in their hotel room after the all star game in St. Louis. Now that was a fun night. Woo I had marks for two weeks. Definitely taught me some new things. Tim should probably thank him for that. Damn, the things your brother can do with his mouth…”
A gasp is heard from the bench but Nico is frozen in place, eyes wide. He slowly turns to face Brady, a death glare in his eyes. “What. The. Fuck. Did you just say? Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Uh. Brady? I thought we said that we weren’t telling him about that one? Do I also assume that your brother’s gonna spill about his too? Although I wasn’t really a part of that one. I just… enjoyed the view.” Miles asks from the bench, a smirk on his face.
“Brady. You’re taking the next faceoff. Me and you have some… things to work out.” Nico mumbles, skating towards the faceoff dot.
Miles jumps on the ice too, ignoring Lindy yelling at him, skating up to Tatar. “You gotta switch with me for this shift. Tkachuk is about to beat the shit out of Nico and it’s kinda maybe just a little bit my fault.”
Tomas just raises his eyebrows but gets off the ice anyways, not wanting to deal with whatever Miles is going on about.
The moment the puck hits the ice, Nico throws down his stick and gloves, Brady doing the same.
The fans start roaring, watching as Brady and Nico start circling each other.
Dawson immediately skates up to Tim, latching onto him, both of them keeping the other from getting involved.
The moment that punches begin being thrown, Miles wraps his arms around Nico’s waist, trying to pull him away from Brady. It’s about as successful as trying to pull a toddler away from a birthday cake and he gives up after a few seconds.
Nico takes Brady down, landing on top of him, still screaming incoherently. “I can’t believe you fucking fucked my fucking brother! In a fucking threeway with my fucking teammate! What the fuck is wrong with you!”
“Hey don’t take it out on me. I didn’t fuck him. It was the other way around. So you should probably be taking it out on Luca. And maybe Miles too. He was the one to suggest that I join. And it’s not like I was gonna say no. When opportunity knocks…” Brady responds as the refs start to pull Nico off of him.
“I swear to fucking god! I’m gonna hurt you. And your fucking brother! You both better watch your fucking backs!” Nico snaps, screaming as the refs send him to the box.
“That the only word you know? I’ll have Matthew give you a fucking dictionary next time you play them.” Brady yells back as another ref pushes him to the other box.
The two of them take their penalties, staying away from each other for the rest of the first period.
Nico is sitting on the bench at the start of the second period, head hung down as he tries to zone out. He overhears Dawson and Tim talking to each other over the divider between the benches.
“Hey Tim. I know you mentioned wanting to get our draft tattoos over break. We should definitely get them done when I take Miles and Luca to get their nipple piercings. Those fuckers can’t drive themselves cause Luca is a little too into needles and Miles can’t be trusted to keep his hands to himself around a horny Luca. I was the one who took them to get their dick piercings and I literally had to force Luca into the front seat so he and Miles weren’t trying to get each other off in the backseat of my car.”
Nico looks up in horror, looking at Dawson with a pleading look in his eyes. “Please. For the love of god. Stop talking about my brother's sex life in front of me. I really don’t want to hear this.”
Dawson laughs, ignoring him and going back to his conversation with Tim. “As long as Miles doesn’t have hickeys in the shape of Luca’s initials again, then the piercings will go fine. That’s not something that I need to see again. Damn near traumatized me.”
Nico gets up, storming down the tunnel, mumbling something to the trainer about needing to go throw up.
Dawson looks over for a second, shrugging at the trainer who is looking at him questioningly. “I think he was listening in on my conversation with Tim. Not why he stormed off like that though. I don’t think that anything we said warranted that type of reaction.”
Giroux glares at him from where he’s sitting next to Tim. “I’m not even related to Luca and you almost made me gag. I can’t imagine what Nico felt having to hear all of that shit. Fucking nasty. Ugh. Did you really need to bring up them going at it because of getting needles shoved in their dicks? Cause that’s not really something that I want to imagine while trying to play a game against one of them.”
Nico walks back out, sitting next to Dawson. “You’re disgusting. That is my brother you’re talking about. And your teammate. Does that not gross you out at all?”
Dawson shrugs. “People talked about anything and everything when I was in the world juniors. After you’ve heard a teammate talking about wanting to be pegged, not much phases you.”
The horn blows for the start of the second and Nico gets ready to take the faceoff against Brady.
Just before the ref drops the puck, Brady looks up at him with a smirk. “Your boyfriend tell you that he’s looking to get changed? Asked me if I’ll do it. Man what I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth into that hot piece of ass. Might invite him over tonight. I’m sure Tim would love to help too.”
Nico sees red, throwing down his gloves and stick the moment the puck touches the ice, jumping at Brady and wailing on him. Brady goes down immediately, laughing his ass off, just pushing Nico away from him.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You fucking pussy! First my brother, with my teammate, and now you’re going after Jack? I have half of a mind to kick your fucking ass so hard that your fucking season's over!” Nico yells, still throwing punches as the refs try to pull them apart.
“Better ask him out then before I get to him. Anyway, I’ve known him a lot longer than you. Makes sense why he’d come to me without telling you.” Brady says with a smirk as the refs pull Nico off of him.
As he’s being pulled away, Nico lunges out again, going after Brady, screaming unintelligibly.
The refs grab him again, pushing him towards the locker room. “You’re done kid. Figure your shit out. Don’t let this happen again.”
“Nico. We’re sorting shit out after the game. Wait outside your locker room. Me, you, Jack, Brady, Tim, Miles and Dawson are all going out to dinner. Maybe your main vampire too. Oh. See if any of your older guys can come as moral support. I’d rather not handle this all on my own.” Giroux says before Nico gets sent down the tunnel.