One Shots
Gabriel Landeskog (1)
It was already dark, yet still warm and completely clear as far as the eye could see. He’d asked you on a date tonight, but you didn’t know when he’d show up, if he ever did. Pretty boys seemed to have a history of standing you up.
Finally, when you were just about to call it a night, he showed up. In a pickup truck. Didn’t NHL players just drive sports cars?
Hurrying over, you hopped in as soon as he shifted into park. “A bit eager, aren’t you?” he teased. You glanced over at Gabe, wearing a well-fitting muscle shirt that showed off his well-toned arms and lean, muscled physique. Damn, that boy was fine! You hoped he wasn’t able to detect the saliva filling your mouth.
"So how many NHL players actually drive a truck?" you asked, smiling shyly at him.
He grinned.Oh, that smile was absolutely gorgeous. “Maybe one percent total. The rest of us like feeling as fast on the road as we do on the ice.”
"Is this your truck, then?"
"Nah, it’s a buddy of mine’s. I just needed to borrow it for tonight, since we’re gonna need it where we’re going."
"Where are we going at this time of night?"
Gabriel glanced at you quickly, still smiling. “It’s a nice night. I thought it’d be nice to escape the city for a bit.”
That didn’t give you much information, but you went with it. It seemed like he had everything planned out.
With the radio on low and the lights all out, you fought to stay awake, finding yourself dozing off. Eventually you succumbed, only waking when you felt a shift in environment under the tires.
He had pulled off into a field, pitch black outside except for the shimmering of the stars. Reaching over, he whispered your name to wake you, making sure you were up with a quick squeeze on the shoulder.
You yawned quietly. “Where the hell are we?”
"Outside of Denver about an hour and a half. Middle of nowhere, basically, which makes it the perfect spot." He glanced at the display on the truck’s dash. "And it looks like we’re just in time, too."
You were about to ask “In time for what?”, but he had already opened his door and disappeared into the dark. Getting out after him, you heard the tailgate drop. He was rummaging around in the back of the cab now, though you didn’t know what for.
When he finally returned to your view, he held a flashlight and a blanket. “Take a look,” he said, sweeping the beam of light over the box of the truck. There was a mattress on the floor of the box, complete with sheets… and numerous blankets and pillows, as well as two sleeping bags propped against the front.
"Wow… you did all this?" you asked in awe.
"With a little help." You could see his face glowing in the pale light of the stars, the edge of the flashlight beam resting on his cheek. He hauled himself onto the tailgate, hand held out for you.
"Now come on, hop in, the meteor shower’s about to start."
