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Kip sighed quietly as he laid on top of Scott as they watched the most recent episode of Kid's Baking Championship. He loved the show, but a part of him always felt lacking when the kids on there made better dishes than he could ever hope to even dream up in his head. Marlene and Sigourney were curled up on a recliner across from them, Sigourney dozing in Marlene's lush fur.
Kip looked up at Scott, who was focusing far too much on a random Progressive Commercial and kissed his jaw to get his attention.
"You could just go to sleep." Kip pointed out.
"I'm not tired." Scott mumbled, even though his eyes were far too droopy for their own good.
"Sure you're not." Kip said. "Oh! That reminds me. Do you have plans on Saturday?"
"We had our last game a week ago so...no." Scott said. "Why?"
"Because I have a game." Kip admitted.
Scott picked his head up and stared at him like he wasn't processing things. "You have a...have you been learning hockey behind my back?"
Kip laughed, kissing him. "Stop pouting. If I wanted to learn hockey, you'd be the first person I went to. No, I...I'm a part of a rugby team."
"Really?" Scott asked, his eyebrows shooting up on his forehead.
"Ilya started it actually." Kip explained.
"He did?" Scott asked, feeling like if his eyebrows went any higher they'd just fly off his face.
Kip laughed. "He thought me...having something to keep me physically active, especially when you're out of town, would help me from..."
"Does it...help, I mean?" Scott asked, rubbing low on Kip's back.
Sigourney, showing that just because she was a small bunny didn't mean she wasn't agile, hopped over and jumped up to wedge herself between the couch and Scott's head and he reached up and rubbed her back gently.
"Yeah. I mean...it gives me something to do." Kip said. "I had to learn how to play though. But I did. It's...actually really fun."
"Admittedly, all I know about rugby is..." Scott started.
"That one episode of Friends where Ross is trying to impress Emily's friends?" Kip guessed.
Scott laughed. "Yeah."
"Does it make you worry?" Kip asked.
"I mean...as someone who plays a fairly intense contact sport...does that make me a hypocrite?" Scott winced.
"No." Kip chuckled. He grunted when Marlene, feeling left out, came over and laid herself against his back and made herself comfortable, Scott's hand going to bury itself in her lush fur. "You know, you're not a lap cat."
"If I fits, I sits." Marlene quipped, grooming the back of Kip's head.
"I regret introducing Scott to memes and lolcat." Kip made a face, but didn't try and stop her from doing it.
---
That Saturday Scott tried to not drive them into a parked car on the side of the road as they drove to McCarren Park. It was a hard thing, though, because Kip was dressed so much more distractingly than Scott had ever seen and he was having a little bit of a Pavlovian response to it. Apparently his team had dedicated uniforms. Because of course they did. But where Scott looked like a fucking scarecrow in all of his pads and shit, Kip looked like a fucking walking wet dream. He had on a tight as fuck rugby jersey that was mostly a very dark blue that had an almost tribal tattoo style design in white on one side and a dark orange stripe on the other. It was paired with shorts that had been short when he was standing up, but were downright goddamn indecent while he was sitting down, showing off almost his entire luscious, muscular thighs.
They were also dark blue with a tribal design in white on the side for anyone who cared.
Which Scott didn't.
He was too busy wanting to drag his husband to the nearest private spot and doing very disgustingly dirty things to him that would have both of them walking funny until the next NHL play offs.
But he knew he couldn't do that just yet.
"Scott, are you listening to me?" Kip asked, breaking through his attention.
"Huh? What? Yes, of course." Scott said, shaking his head clear.
"What'd I say then?" Kip asked, amused.
"Um..." Scott trailed off, trying and failing to think of what Kip had been talking about.
"He asked if you'd brushed up on the game of rugby." Marlene 'helped' sounding amused where she laid in the back seat.
"Thank you, dear." Scott muttered. "Yes, yes I did. Mostly while you were out or asleep. It's...I think I mostly understand the rules. It's very similar to American football...or soccer, maybe."
"Less pads." Marlene said.
"Yeah, I can see that." Scott glanced at her in the back.
Kip smiled over at him. "Are you worried about me?"
"Just a moderate amount." Scott said. "I know you know what you're doing."
"You hope." Marlene said.
"I know." Scott retorted, resisting the urge to reach back and swat at her.
Kip leaned over and kissed Scott on the cheek. "Don't worry, this is what the practices have been about." He pointed out.
"I know that better than anyone." Scott said sardonically.
Kip laughed. "I know you do." He said.
---
They got to the park and when they went to meet up with Kip's team, Scott saw that there were a couple of people there he knew. He let Kip go over to meet with his team, giving him a kiss 'for luck' before he made his way over to the other side of the field, grinning as he approached Eric Bennett and Troy Barrett, who were huddled together chatting. Eric, massive guy that he was, always amused Scott because his daemon was an adorable squatty looking pygmy goat named Leisha. She had long black and white fur and huge horns (for her size anyway) that curved gently. He didn't immediately see Troy's daemon, but he knew from experience she was a tiny little tokay gecko named Eva and could be anywhere.
"Hunter!" Eric smiled when he saw him approaching. "I knew when I saw Kip on the team you'd be coming eventually."
"When he told me about it anyway." Scott shook their hands. "You have..."
"Yeah, six and eleven." Troy gestured to where the team was gathered.
Scott saw Eric's boyfriend Kyle among the players. He had longish dark brown hair, lithe features, a bright smile and had his Western milk snake daemon wrapped around his neck like a necklace. Scott thought her name was Tallulah. He'd heard it in passing.
Troy's boyfriend Harris stood nearby. He was stockier than Kyle. More built like a rugby player would be. Scott tried not to check him out too closely, but he was very handsome with reddish brown hair, blue eyes, a thick beard and bright, booming laugh that carried across the field. Beside him was his adorable red panda daemon. Scott thought her name was Nell. He'd heard it in passing.
"Did you two get caught up on rugby rules like I did?" Scott asked, looking back at the other two hockey players, well former in Eric's case.
Troy nodded. "Yeah. It's..."
"Like soccer and American football." Eric said.
"Football. Goddamn." Scott muttered.
"I don't think they stop the game as much." Troy snickered.
"Thank God." Scott said. He looked at Eric. "How are you enjoying retirement?"
"The fucking best, dude." Eric said emphatically. "I love it. I'm getting fat."
Scott looked him over. "I...don't see it."
"My version of fat." Eric said. He lifted his shirt. "I'm not as shredded as I used to be."
Scott looked at Troy. "Is he..."
"Delusional? Yeah, pretty much." Troy snorted. "I just let him chatter at this point."
"Just you two wait." Eric said. "I may even let myself go grey."
"You already are, boo boo." Scott teased. He reached over and playfully touched Eric's beard until he swatted his hand away.
"Screw you, Hunter." Eric said. "You're next, fucker."
"The hell I am." Scott said. "I'm not going grey. I've already decided."
Troy scoffed. "May you wake up tomorrow and have a head full of white hair."
Scott gaped at him and gave him a little shove, making Troy laugh as he stumbled a bit.
"Man, fuck you!" Scott exclaimed. He pointed at him. "Don't put that voodoo shit on me. I swear to God, Barrett, if that happens, I'm going to track you down and..."
"Ahem." Leisha cleared her throat. "The game's starting." She said.
"Oh shit." Scott said, whirling around to start paying attention.
---
Kip yelped and grunted when Scott pushed him up against the wall. They'd gotten back from the rugby game. His team had won by the skin of their teeth. He was tired, sore and covered in grass, sweat and who knew what else. His eyes widened when Scott crowded behind him, pinning him against the wall.
"But I'm sweaty and gross." He said, his voice suddenly huskier than normal.
"Baby...that's the least of my worries." Kip said, his mouth right by Kip's ear.
Kip shivered.
"Do you know how fucking....goddamn...sexy you looked out there?" Scott asked. His hands ventured down and he cupped Kip's ass and squeezed, causing Kip to yelp and crowd more against the wall instinctively. He could feel himself getting hard in his tiny shorts and he whimpered softly. "I swear to God I was losing my mind watching you. I've never seen that side of you. All I could think about was ripping this uniform off of you and..."
"And what?" Kip asked, his voice coming out a husky whisper.
"Making sure you can't think of anything but me for the next week." Scott murmured, his voice a lot darker and sexier than Kip could ever remember it being.
Except maybe in his fantasies.
"You are almost all I think about anyway." Kip smiled.
"Let's see if we can take the 'almost' out of that sentence." Scott smacked Kip on the ass and practically threw him over his shoulder, taking him to the bathroom. As Scott practically tore their clothes from their body, all Kip could think was it was a damn good thing he'd decided to take up playing rugby.