A/N: Ah this is so fictions, none of this is true. Nothing even inspired me to even think that this could be true in any way so there nyah. And Jad, *flying tackle* You know why! Hee!

Chapter 438: Foppa XXX—Lock the Door

“…Angelina Jolie.”

Forsberg’s eyes widened and he thought of that succulent mouthed, plum of a woman. Sure he wasn’t completely gay not to appreciate the utter magnitude of that revelation! Heh. The rest of the locker room erupted in a variety of gasps, retorts, exclamations and cries of either disbelief or jealousy. “Seriously?” Peter asked and he smiled at the boys. Alex Tanguay sat on the bench with his arms crossed and he smiled as Danny looked sadly at his hands, one of which was bandaged.

“Seriously,” Dan said and he sighed again. “I feel terrible.”

Alex nodded. “I don’t blame you Danny.”

“Okay, okay,” Mike Keane said standing up and holding out his hands. “So you went to breakfast with Penelope and Angelina-sugartits-Jolie, we get that but I want to ask the important question.”

“Being?” Danny asked with narrowed eyes and Alex scowled as well. The news that Mike and Joey had dyed the boys hair blue during the night had spread faster than the news of their all star breakfast, and Peter still couldn’t comprehend Joe taking a task like that on himself. What the hell was Keaner putting in his coffee?

Keaner leaned forward, lowered his chin and looked oh so solemn, “What did they think of your blue hair?”

Sakic laughed and Peter had to as well. He imagined how sheepish those two must have looked trying to explain a team prank away to two goddesses of the cinema. Poor Alex, Joey with his newfound mean streak more than likely had ended any hope Alex Tanguay had of fairy tale romance with a starlet. Now that was just plain mean!

Alex and Danny exchanged looks and what’s more, they smiled. Lifting his chin, Alex said smugly. “We wore hats at first but the restaurant didn’t allow for hats on seated parties so we had to take them off.”

Keane laughed, “And that’s good because?”

“Well for one,” Hinote cut in, “Penelope thought it was cute.”

“Oh you liar!” Sakic said frowning but with a gleeful glint in his eye.

Tanguay shook his head. “Nope, we’re not lying. She laughed and said we both looked adorable, and she asked if it was a team superstition or something so HA! And then…”

“…she ran her fingers through Alex’s hair,” Danny cut in, “And she thought it was so nice and soft, huh Alex?”

“God love Pantene Pro V,” Alex nodded and he looked at Hinote with so much affection and meaning that Peter had never seen before in two men outside of brothers. Dan winked and Alex sniffed happily. “Thank you Joey, and Keaner, you made us a hit.”

“And Angelina?” Derek Morris asked. “What did she think?”

Dan held out his hands and Peter’s attention went back to that gauze and bandage. “She’s Angelina Jolie, need we say more?”

Morris shrugged. “And that means?”

Tanguay rolled his eyes, “She probably sleeps in coffins for fun, of course she liked the blue hair what’s the matter with you eh?”

Everyone laughed, “Oh right,” Morris nodded.

A dynamic duo alright, Peter thought and he really did feel as if those two were baby brothers in a way. It amused him to no end that they seemed to be falling into every adventure conceivable in the state of California. Really he would say that they were making all of this up but he’d seen evidence of it enough. Everyone would just have to live through them, getting every detail that could from their antics. “So that brings us to your hand Danny, what happened? You get stitches?”

“No!” Dan said a cloud of sorrow and bother descending over his face. He cradled his injured hand, “It’s not hurt that bad, it’s just sore.”

Tanguay shook his head and the corners of his mouth turned down. “Danny really doesn’t want to talk about it if it’s all the same to all you guys."

Okay, Peter thought, and his mind went over a million embarrassing ways one could hurt their hand and he shrugged. "So how did you get along with Ms. Jolie, hm?"

Danny blinked.

"Oh she liked him, a lot!" Alex crowed, "She loves his cute lips." Tanguay laughed and Danny blushed.

"She's... eh different." Dan said quietly, and then he slowly shook his head.

"So they're friends?" Chris Drury asked, "I wouldn't put those two together..." And Peter got an image in his mind of the two women as soon as Chris said that, and judging by the smile that crossed Dru's face, he had the same picture in mind.

"Oh they're filming a movie together," Dan said and he looked at his hand.

"Either way," Alex said puffing out his chest. "Angelina owes a favor, she promised us a huge favor whenever we come into town again." He grinned.

"Another favor!" Mike Keane exclaimed, "What did you do now?"

Dan shrugged, "Oh it's a long story involving Miss Jolie and a really bone headed ex of hers, nothing serious, but..."

"She made a blood oath that she'd be good on the favor so who knows what we'll be able to get!" Tanguay said nodding and all eyes went to Danny's injured hand. Peter shook his head, a blood oath aye?

"Hey remember when the pre game locker room was meant for discussing the game about to be played?"

Everyone looked at Coach Hartley who had a rather annoyed and tired look on his face. "Uh yeah coach," Dan Hinote said meekly.

"Good then let's discuss these special teams eh, that is if you're social time is over with?"

Even though Peter knew the logical option to go with in a "must win" game would be Patty, he still felt kinda leery about watching the goalie struggle after the past three games. Oh he didn't doubt Patty's talents or heart, but physically, well he did seem kinda of strained and sore. Why not give the guy a rest? Heh, even thinking about him thought reminded Peter of so many other things, and it threatened to jolt Peter's tastes awake at an inoppotune moment. Thinking about the beginning of this season, and he'd been lusting after Joe Sakic of all people, still he never thought he'd be in a position like this after all was said and done.

Still, with the game on hand, Peter had other things to think about. The good thing about the game, Patrick played with a fire in his belly. Those nights could happen, Peter knew that well enough, those nights when a defensive mistake, a flashy forward, an instant of dazzle by a winger could strike with almost a regular consistency and each time, there Patty would be. Flash of the glove, perfect positioning, groans of frustration from their opponents and the crowd, Peter felt a surge of affection and pride in the goalie. Patrick didn't let anything by, but unfortunately neither Peter nor anyone else on the team could score a goal either, and the game against the Sharks ended in a scoreless tie.

Peter snatched the game puck when the buzzer sounded at the end of the overtime and he skated it to Patrick, who was accepting taps and pats and hugs of congratulations from his teammates. "Sorry, Pat," he said unable to make initial eye contact with him. "We shoulda scored you one."

"Eh, a point is a good thing to build on yes?" Patrick replied and Peter just briefly looked into his eyes and felt a zing of excitement. No Patrick would never let him that close again, but he had provided him with a good lesson.

"Thanks Patty," he said.

Patrick didn't answer; he turned and skated away to the locker room, making sure to hop over the red and the blue lines on the ice. Peter half grinned.

“Oh I can’t believe we didn’t get the win.”

“Yeah?” Peter said relaxing into the bed. They would catch a flight to Vancouver in the morning, but at least they wouldn’t have to play a game tomorrow. A day off in Vancouver always made things easier, more relaxing. He stretched and groaned, he didn’t want to relax though, he itched, he tingled, he tickled all over and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. With something new to try, and he wanted it now. “With the way we’ve been playing lately? I’m surprised we didn’t plain out lose.”

“Thanks to Patty,” Modano said softly.

“Yeah,” Peter said and his entire body trembled, he wanted that again.

“You know,” Modano said, “It’s funny to actually have him on my side, ha ha not something I ever thought about before. It’s pretty neat.”

“Sure,” Peter said and he glanced at Mike who paced the room, swinging his bare arms around, stretching, shirtless, muscled, and tanned. He felt everything within his body quiver the way it did under physical starvation because he wanted. The thing about this want, as he’d always had it, was that he couldn’t really keep a lid on it for long, when he wanted he had to have. “So are you lonely Mikey?”

Modano stood still and glanced at him, narrowed eyes, the suspicion raised. Here is where it got dangerous. Peter knew his chances now were at fifty fifty that he’d make the wrong guess and Modano might not be so understanding, or at all. “What?”

Peter held up his hands with an air of disaffected casualness. “Well, this whole time you’ve been with us, I haven’t seen you with anyone, even for a one night stand or anything. Don’t you get lonely?”

Eyes still narrowed, Modano leaned on one arm against the wall, making one solid, rounded pectoral tighten and release and Peter felt it completely, the hunger and impatience to try this new world, the own it. “What are you getting at Pete?”

Safe this way, safe not to say a word, Peter smiled. This smile he knew was undefeated, it rang right through the guts of a woman, and it rendered her helpless to him. It spoke of unfettered pleasures and delight, if he were right about Modano, than perhaps it would work. And he let his gaze rest on him unguarded for just a moment.

“Do you know what sort of trouble you could be getting yourself into?” Modano said, and his voice did not ring with any sort of trust, but what Peter could see spoke more. Droplets of sparkling sweat sprung on Mike’s chest, on his upper lip, he saw a tongue touch the outside of his lips, he saw Modano gaze back. He doesn’t trust me, he thinks I might be laying a trap for him.

I have it.

Peter sat up and raised his eyebrows. “Trouble only starts when someone talks. I’ve never heard of it coming out of silence.”

Like magic, as easy as with any woman, perhaps even simpler because the complete starving desperation pent up with Modano’s forced seclusion practically exploded in his passionate kiss. Ah and the kiss! Peter at first felt a cringe, a need to push away, just as with the first moment kissing Patrick but the lips, the mouth, the tongue, teeth bodies pressing into each other, none of this could be denied. Hard! A hard that could never be found with a woman, a hard in chest, in thigh, in pants, in hands, a power that couldn’t be matched, yes Peter liked this.

But somewhere in the tangling, the breathing, the kissing, the touching the clothes being mangled and twisted off the body, Peter saw that flash, the dark eyed smile, the soft, yes the memory of her softness, and her smell. Jo. Jo. Jo.

But she left, she abandoned she forced me….

Gorgeous specimen, man, hard, wonderful man….

Joe, Joe, Joe…

Yes it all started there, a confusion of names he had said Joe’s name, and caught Josefina’s eye, it had started there.

Joe. Jo. Joe.

And his lips tickled, as he ran his fingers through Modano’s hair and kissed his cheeks and felt the kisses on his body that soaked them up like parched Earth would rain. His lips tickled and he wondered if perhaps he said the name, her name, his name, it didn’t matter did he say those names? And his ears burned as if he’d heard it over and over. It didn’t matter because this felt so good so goooo.

Joe. Jo. Joe.

And then the complete and utter panic when the hotel door swung wide open, not even a click of the doorknob because apparently the door had not even been closed completely. Peter’s stomach threatened to empty its contents right there when he saw Mike Keane’s blank expression looking in and taking in the sight before him, two big attractive men, barely clothed, tangled limb to limb. “Why don’t you take turns pretending to be Joe,” Keane said in a monotone, “And just lock the door, hm?” Before either one could answer Mike slammed the door shut.

And as soon as it began it could be over, and with a disaster. Mike Keane of all people, of all the indiscreet, and his reference to Joe? Had they both been saying Joe out loud? So it was true about Mike and Joe, it was true about his obsession with… shit that didn’t matter right now because, “Holy shit Mike! Keaner will tell everyone now, we’re screwed!”

Modano smiled, beautiful teeth a man who took pride in his teeth and Peter wanted to kiss him and hold onto him right there. “Naw Keaner’s good we can trust him.”

Keaner and good somehow didn’t seem to belong in the same sentence. Peter shook his head wondering if perhaps Modano was in shock. “Is he?” What else could he ask. He couldn’t reach forward and scream in Modano’s face, telling him that he didn’t understand, that Keaner was a red headed forbearer of tribulation and doom that they should just slink out of the NHL right now while they could still…

“Really, he’s a good friend,” Modano said. “I roomed with him in Dallas after, well after… after me and Brett…”

The quilting circle gossip in Peter’s heart exploded. “Hull? You and Hull?” He imagined that Nordic beast of a pudgy man and tried to imagine him willingly taking a cock in the…. “HULL?”

Modano nodded. “Yes, okay and I don’t want to talk about that. But the point is Keaner never told a soul, he’s a good man a good friend and he can keep a secret when its important.”

Peter blinked. Brett Hull? Mike Modano? Patrick Roy? Himself? “Who else is gay?” he asked quietly in awe and slightly irritated that he’d been left out of something for so long.

Modano shrugged, “What does it matter Miss Nosy.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, “Don’t start talking fag on me okay?”

“Hey asshole don’t start acting like a jock.” Modano snapped.

Peter grinned, “Just checking to see if your balls are still hard.” Well if Keaner wasn’t going to be telling them everything was still good….

“I’ll show you hard,” Modano gasped and he practically leaped forward and Peter laughed letting the man kiss his chest, his belly, pushing him down further, directing him gently to just exactly what he wanted, and what he needed, and what he’d always been able to get.