Title: stay with my tonight, I'll be your alibi (Part 7 of the earth, the sky, the sea) >> AO3 Link
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Auston Matthews/William Nylander, William Nylander/Kyle Dubas
Tags: POV Alternating,complicated relationships, Willy dealing some angst
Summary:
They play Pittsburgh - they play Kyle Dubas.
Willy deals with the aftermath of feeling like he's being forgotten.
They haven’t talked.
There’s a lot of things that they should probably talk about, like does Auston want all the sweaters he keeps leaving here? But then he thinks about Auston meticulously packing up his stuff around the apartment and he drops that thought immediately.
It’s stupid. He’s the one that walked away, but he slips on one of those sweaters now, tucks his nose into the collar.
He cleans his apartment. He can’t bring himself to pack anything of Auston’s away, but he can at least turn the photographs so it doesn’t feel like Auston’s watching him have his pathetic post-breakup meltdown. Or whatever.
He hasn’t had to do this before. Before Auston, there was Kyle and despite their back and forth, that relationship just came to a natural end. And then Kyle left.
Will wasn’t — isn’t — the type of person who can do long distance for the majority of the year. He needs to be touched and held and told he’s loved face to face.
He misses Auston so much already it aches but he knows it was for the best.
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Auston doesn’t know what he’s supposed to think, or say, or do. He’s just been staring at the last messages between him and Will.
It was all so normal.
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Will tries not to react when Mitch turns away before he’s even done speaking. Fine. Fuck you, too.
He settles himself — that’s now what he thinks about Mitch. He just doesn’t like what this is doing to him. Doesn’t like that it makes him bitter and unfocused, doesn’t like that it makes him love the game less.
Doesn’t like that it makes him want to fucking himself headfirst into the incoming traffic of his emotions.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
He does it anyway.
“Willy?”
“Hey. Do you wanna meet me in an hour?”
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The air in his lungs just vanishes. Not exhaled, not stolen in some romantic manner. Just gone.
He tries not to feel anything. At all.
He fails.
“Hi Willy,” Kyle says, his voice soft and soothing.
“Hey,” he responds, stepping back so Kyle can enter.
“I was surprised to see you call.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m —” What was he? Sad? It seems more complicated than that. “I just — wanted to see if you were okay.”
“Of course. Always am.” Kyle gives him a small smile — but it’s tired. So fucking tired.
Willy feels for him, really, because he knows it’s not okay. It never is. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he says. It comes out softer than intended. It sounds too much like he cares.
And he does. He wants Kyle to be happy, he wants Kyle to have everything that Kyle deserves and has worked for.
He wants Kyle to win. Just not tonight, and somehow, that makes him feel guilty. It shouldn't, but it does.
Kyle shrugs. “It’s the game. You know how it is.”
That’s as close to I’m not okay as Kyle will ever get, he supposes. Pablo shoves his face between Will’s legs to look up at Kyle.
“Yeah, but —” he pauses as he watches Kyle take his jacket off. Kyle looks good. “But it still… sucks.”
Yeah, he’s super articulate tonight.
Banksy pushes past both of them to try and jump on Kyle. He should probably stop that, but Kyle’s smiling down and cooing Banky’s name and Will’s going to lose his whole ass mind.
“Drink?” He offers instead, trying not to tune his hearing into every step and every breath Kyle takes.
“Just water‘s fine.”
It feels a lot like their last conversation.
“How is everything?” Kyle asks, and well, isn’t that a loaded fucking question.
“Fine,” he says, even though it’s so far from the truth.
And of course Kyle knows. Neither of them let go of the bottle as Will goes to hand it over. His fingertips are cold from the water, but Kyle’s hand feels like a bonfire, warm and enticing.
“Willy.”
He lets go. Kyle lets go.
The water bottle drops with a dull thud. And then Kyle’s holding him.
His first inhale feels like he’s underwater, and he chokes it back out, all the anger and sadness inside of him just pouring out of him.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”
And he does. Kyle does have him, arms strong and unmoving around Will’s heaving shoulders.
“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Kyle continues. “Just let it out.”
So he does.
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“Do you want…”
“Yes,” Will responds, cutting off the rest of the sentence.
“Are you sure, baby? I mean — Auston?”
He huffs at the name. “Fuck Auston,” he says bitterly, trying to pretend like he isn’t wearing one of Auston’s shirts right now.
Kyle’s eyebrow arches, but he doesn’t push. He doesn’t make Will feel stupid about it, he just pushes closer and closer until the two of them are tumbling onto the couch.
“Please, Kyle, I —”
“Gotta get outta your head. I know, baby.”
“Just — please.” His eyes burn with the embarrassment of it all — of breaking down in front of his ex, who he’s supposed to show that everything’s fine. But instead he’s almost hyperventilating as he asks for some form of salvation.
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He forgets about Auston, for a second. He forgets everything, really.
His own name. Where he is. What he’s doing.
Kyle blows him so good he nearly blacks out. Then he fucks Will’s face like he’s not about to be one of the highest paid players in the league.
Kyle fucks him like he’s nothing, because he asks for it and wants it — because he feels like it.
Kyle fucks him until he cries. He doesn’t safe word. Kyle stops anyway.
He tells Kyle it’s best he doesn’t stay the night. Kyle stays anyway.
There’s a text from Auston when they go to sleep — miss you — but Kyle’s arms are warm and Kyle’s heart beats steady against Will’s back.
Kyle’s here.
So fuck Auston and his stupid text.
Look at me, I’m fine without you.
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comment tu fais pour être fan des leafs en étant à montréal my sister...
(pour de vrai il me faut la backstory. how does this happen)
mon dieu. bonne question ! let me elaborate.
basically tout a commencé avec exhibit a)
saw it en decembre 2022 et en vrai par après i was never the same.
also there was exhibit b) !!!!!!!!!!!!
god i was In Love with this man c'était ridicule <33333333
then 1634 accelerated things. got in Deep with les fics. j'étais en criss with f1 so c'était a way to funnel my fandom energy qqpart d'autre.
ngl legit had to hide i was following the leafs de ma famille last year au tout début. parce que déjà quand on watch les habs c'est toute une histoire, regarder volontier les leafs c'était juste too much.
made a new old irl hockey friend though (<3) that made it easy to talk et watch des matchs surtout pendant les playoffs so i got that good Good exposure therapy. et the lb girlies (gnc) here were really fun!
genre i tell myself im more of a 163488 fan than a leafs fan *scandal* mais en vrai cest vraiment ça oops !!!!! also je te réponds en regardant les leafs live sur tva sports lol hilarious. poetic. meant to be.
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