девятка! Devyatka! (I Want It!)

A few weeks into the 2013-2014 season, Tyler Seguin broke Brad Marchand’s heart. Literally stomping on it and beating it to nothing. He slowly forgot about his best friend in Boston and moved on quite simply and easily. It seemed, according to Tyler, that Brad was nothing but some fling from the past.

It started out with them hanging out and seeing one another. When Dallas came to Boston to play, Tyler gladly came and hung out. He captured the moment with a picture:



And he had received the “break up” via one of the worst ways possible: a text. No, a text sent to the wrong person...an “oops” text. It was meant for Jamie Benn, his NEW best friend. His new partner. And this message hurt him. He tried to play it up as nothing, but deep down, it hurt.



And the caption read: Hangin’ with my bestie, Benny! Lost him for a sec, but now he’s back!

Brad felt sick to his stomach. He threw his phone on his couch and walked out of the room and his condo for some air. He needed it. He couldn’t stand that Tyler was doing this to him. He should have at least had the courtesy of a gentlemen to break-up with him the right way and not in a “hey, I wanted to send this picture to Jamie, not you” sort of way. And the truth was, Brad could have overlooked a text break-up, but the fact that it appeared to him like Tyler had been CHEATING on him and HAD NOT brought it up, made it worse.

Brad Marchand was done with Tyler Seguin and his Segginess!

He stomped on the ground, as he stood at the railing over-looking the harbor. He picked up a rock and threw it. It skipped along the surface, before plunging down into the cool water. The winger spun around, tears in his eyes. He pulled at his short hair and sobbed.

He unfortunately was brought back to 2011, with the Stanley Cup. It was the year when they had both met one another and formed their relationship and close bond with one another. They had both technically joined the NHL together that year and had quickly risen in popularity to be Boston favorites amongst the fans.

Tyler was 18 and had just turned 19, while Brad was 22 at the time. He was old enough to legally drink, while Tyler was not. But they were both old enough to party and have fun and also, goof around. And Brad remembered that he loved to punish Tyler.

*FLASHBACK*

April 2011

“Segs, did you really just tweet, ‘Congrats to my lover Marchy on his 20th point, definitely deserved it’?” Brad Marchand asked his friend.

“Yeah, but I deleted it right after I sent it too.” Tyler Seguin winked, wearing a cheesy grin he always had.

“Still. You know what you deserve? You deserve to be punished.” Brad growled, smirking like an evil villain. He pushed Tyler back towards the bedroom. When Tyler smacked his hip against the bedroom doorjam, Brad just smiled. That wasn’t the only bruise Tyler was going to have that night. It made the feisty Bruin winger give off a low snickering chuckle to himself.

Tyler may have only been 19, but he knew how to get with the program; he found the supplies in Brad’s bedside drawer and threw them on bed, he got his clothes off quickly and laid back on the bed, while Brad did the same thing.

Brad’s eyes were immediately drawn to the semi-purplish bruise that was starting to form on Tyler’s hip; he started to suck on it (making it worse of course...) while he lubed up his other hand and got the rookie ready. Once that was done, he pressed in. Tyler was being rather feisty tonight (feistier than Brad even), so the small Bruin pinned Tyler’s hips down (they didn’t need any injuries that they were going to have to explain).

If anything, being “restrained” made Tyler even more hard; it was all Brad could do to take it slow. He forced himself to, and when they were both done, Brad finally released Tyler’s hips from his grasp. There were visible handprints that were going to be bruises in the morning. Brad smiled, admiring his handiwork.

“Are you done yet?” Tyler asked. “I’d like to get some sleep.”

“Yes, old man.” Brad sneered, crawling under the covers Tyler held open for him.

“Thank you for letting me do that.”

“You’re welcome. You earned it.”

They fell asleep, and that was the last time anything like that happened, since it was coming up on playoff time and they couldn’t afford to do anything so rash.

Brad’s thoughts shifted, as he remembered with pain what had happened after the Stanley Cup with Tyler.

June 2011

Tyler may have been the youngest on the team, but right now, he was acting like the oldest. At least compared to Brad, who was currently sitting on Tyler’s lap, drunker than a skunk, and whispering ‘take me home’ in Tyler’s ear. They finally managed to get out of there, but not before Brad practically kissed him, which he had done before, so the guys didn’t think much of it. They kind of just ignored it and let it be. As long as it didn’t affect them or their play, it was fine.

They made it to Brad’s house, and he stumbled through the door, falling onto the living room floor.

“Come join me.” Brad said, pulling Tyler down.

Once he was on the same level as Brad, Tyler could see that he had cut his hand on the doorknob. He’d been swearing to fix for months now, but never got to it. Tyler brought the bloodied hand to his mouth and licked it off.

“Segs…” Brad mouthed, “Stop!”

Tyler immediately paused mid-lick and obeyed the command. Oh yeah, Brad had Tyler under his command. Now it was time to have some fun, eh?

“Up!” Brad commanded.

They made their way to the bedroom, where Tyler fixed up Brad’s hand on command and then dug out the cuffs. He passed them loyally to the pest. Tyler had a tendency to grab and leave marks; Brad didn’t want any right now, plus Tyler wasn’t in control here, Brad was. Tyler was shockingly already shirtless...when did that happen? Brad swore he’d had a shirt on when they had entered the bedroom, but now it was stripped...gone. The young superstar of the Bruins was trying to work on the belt of his jeans when Brad grabbed his hands. “Let me Tyler.”

“Ok.” Tyler didn’t really fight like he normally did; Brad knew it was all the alcohol in his system - the kid had been partying non-stop since Thursday and naturally, even though he wasn’t yet 21, Brad and the others allowed him to drink, but under surveillance. It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t partake. And technically he could drink under surveillance. Brad was going to leave them both alone, so they could BOTH sober up, but then Tyler’s squeaky voice said, “No, don’t go Marchy, I want you to…”

“Are you sure?” Brad asked. They’d only done this once or twice before; usually where Brad was the one fucking Tyler.

“Yeah. Please?” Okay, Tyler had asked nicely; Brad couldn’t really say “no”. And it was almost impossible to say “no” when Tyler broke out the adorable puppy dog eyes that made his heart melt inside. The pest turned back and nodded, firmly.

He ordered Tyler to get the stuff and then Brad quickly got him ready, pinning the young man’s arms behind him and slapping the cuffs on his wrists and locking them into place. Then he strapped a ball gag in place around Tyler’s face, pushing his wavy, youthful, boyish, brown hair out of the way with his finger. He knew from experience that both of them would pass out about an hour after their last drink, so they only had fifteen minutes tops to do what they wanted to.

True to form, they both passed out maybe a minute or two after they were done (and the ball gag was removed), but not before Tyler whispered, “Thanks Marchy. I love you.” He felt a finger trace its way up his arm and to his lips.

“You’re welcome. Sleep well Segs.” Brad’s hushed tone came, as he pulled the covers over his (now-sleeping) teammate. If today was any indication, it was going to be an interesting summer, and both of them were ready for the ride.

The memories drove Brad crazy. He pulled his phone out rapidly and turned the device on. He couldn’t have this image:



looking at him anymore, each time he turned the thing on. It would have to be changed and replaced with a new one. Maybe he could hook up with someone new too! He could tease Tyler with his new “squeeze” too!

“Two can play this game, Segs!” he hissed and stuffed his phone angrily back into his pocket.

He let out a loud howl, like a mourning wolf, howling at the moon. Only this one was more of a frustrated, “my heart is broken” cry. And he dropped onto a bench beside the pier and buried his head in his hands.

“You’ll pay for breaking my heart like this Tyler Paul Seguin! I’ll make sure about that!”

Notes

Poor Marchy...but still no excuse for what you are going to do about it! This was my first bromance, in all honestly. I never and still don't like Tyler, but I love him in bromances! Hate him single-ly though! :D

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Brad really love him, didn't he??

Anyway, next up: Jamie and Tyler = Bennguin! <3