I've Got You
There was something exhilarating about not having to hide in front of their teammates. Holding Zhenya’s hand at Dumo’s? Jackson could do that. Giving him a kiss in the locker room? He could do that. But his new favorite thing he could do now?
Cuddles on the bus.
Today, they were heading to Ottawa which was about a two hour drive. As soon as they all piled on, Zhenya made his way to their usual seat and scooted in to the window seat.
After he had set his bag down, Zhenya glanced up to see his boyfriend still standing there, face unsure.
“What you doing? Why not sit?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing as he watched Nado shuffle his feet.
Zhenya reached out, pulling the shorter man into his lap and making him yelp in surprise, “Jesus, Zhenya, no need to manhandle me.” Nado said with a chuckle before getting more comfortable in his lap.
Shrugging, Zhenya wrapped an arm around his waist, fiddling with his phone with the other hand, “Take too long. I decide for you.”
Nado huffed indignantly, resting his head on the warmth of Zhenya’s chest. They always sat on the bus together since they started on the team, and would even occasionally rest his head on Zhenya’s shoulder while they were watching a movie. This was different though. Now they were boyfriends, the team knew and he could sprawl across Zhenya as much as he wanted.
His foot hung off the edge of the seat into the aisle, almost tripping Pots as he made his way back to the small bus bathroom, “Fuck, Nado. You comfy there? Wanna sprawl a bit more?”
“I mean I could but I don’t think Olli wants my feet in his lap, and I’m trying to be polite.” Nado said with a smirk, hand snaking around to play with Zhenya’s hair.
James laughed, shaking his head, “Kuny, you just gonna let him take over like this?”
WIth a small shrug, Zhenya pulled his boyfriend closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before the shorter boy rested it back on his chest, “котенок comfy, I comfy. Is okay.”
Котенок. That was another new thing. Zhenya had been calling him that for a while now. It apparently meant something similar to Kitten. When Jackson had asked what it meant, Zhenya had laughed, “Act tough on outside, but inside soft. Like marshmallow.”
So the nickname stayed.
Nado stuck his tongue out at James childishly, “Yeah, Pots. So keep it moving.”
James chuckled, smacking at Nado’s foot before he continued on his way.
Leaning his head back, Jackson pressed a kiss to Zhenya’s jaw, “Thanks for standing up for me, babe.”
Humming softly, Zhenya looked away from his phone, “Of course. I got you, котенок.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the tip of his boyfriend’s nose.
Jackson smiled, watching his boyfriend’s face, “I got you too. Always.”