Prank War

I shifted closer to the warmth in my bed, snuggling closer to the pillow. Well, I thought it was a pillow until it moved and I felt bare skin against my cheek.

"Pat?" I mumbled out, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Nope, Andrew."

"Oh.. what are you doing in my bed? Please tell me this isn't another prank, it's way too early." I buried my head into his chest.

"No, you asked me to stay with you last night." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh yeah. We watched 'Community'." I started to run my fingers up and down his side, making goosebumps rise on his skin.

"What are you doing?" He questioned as he pulled me closer.

"Shhh, do you ever stop talking?" I peeked my head up from his chest giving him a pout "I do this with Pat all the time, chill."

"Oh, so I'm just filling in for Patrick right now? Is that why you begged me to stay last night?" He pulled away from me as I let out a groan.

"No Andrew. Now come back, you're really warm and you smell good."

"Not until you say I'm better than Kaner." He crossed his arms, looking away from me.

"Whatever loser, I have actual pillows I can use anyways." I turned over and laid my head down just as I felt his arm snake around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest.

"Don't be so difficult Parker. I can guarantee that Kane doesn't cuddle as good as I do." He laid his hand on my side, massaging softly.

'He's so god damn cute. Why don't I bring him home more often?' I thought holding back a giggle.

I caught his hand in mine and laced our fingers together, preventing him from torturing me any further. What can I say? I'm extremely ticklish.

It was quiet for a few minutes as Andrew made little circles on the top of my hand and I was drifting to sleep. I know, I'm surprised he could stay quiet this long too.

"Just because we're cuddling and sharing a bed doesn't mean you won." I mumbled sleepily.

"You sure? I'm pretty sure I'm winning right now.." He squeezed me closer and placed a chaste kiss to my neck.

"Shut up." I muttered, burying my face back into his neck.
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It wasn't until a few hours later that I was woken up to Andrew unwinding himself from my body and getting out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. I bit my lip as I took in the sight of his mused up hair and fantastic body. His shoulders were pure heaven, and I really needed to touch them.

"Come back Andrew." I whined out pitifully as he let out a chuckle.

"Parker, I really have to piss. I'll be right back"

"You're so charming, really." I mumbled out as I curled into a ball under the blankets, laying my head on Andrew's pillow. God, why did he smell so good?

I heard the toilet flush and the faucet turn on as I peeked my head out of my comforter. Andrew came lumbering out of the bathroom, yawning and rubbing his side gingerly.

"Man, fucking Backes got me good the other night." He griped out as he lifted his hand, showing me the nasty bruise on his side. I let out a small gasp.

"Andrew! Come here right now." I demanded as I sat up, motioning for him to come closer.

"Why? Don't hit it, it's really sore." He warned as he stepped closer to me, wincing slightly as I slid my hand softly down the bruise.

I leaned in gently and placed a soft kiss on his bruise as he took a sharp breath, but didn't pull away like I thought he would. I peeked up through my lashes and his eyes were shut tight, his face in an unreadable expression.

I can't believe I'm doing this. What am I doing? Oh my god. I was internally panicking as I pressed one last kiss to his bruise.

"There. I kissed it all better." I gave him an innocent smile as I pulled away. He opened his eyes, giving me a dopey grin.

"Yeah you did. But uh, I think you might have missed a spot? If you know what I mean." He gestured lower to his crotch as I felt my eyes widen.

"Fuck you Shaw!" I smacked his leg as he let out a loud laugh.

"How'd you know I liked it kinky baby?" He smirked as I quickly stood up, walking away from him and out of my room. "BABY COME BACK!"

I walked a little faster as I heard him coming after me. I almost made it to the kitchen before he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I let out a small gasp as he slid his hand under my shirt, rubbing my hip lightly. His hands were warm and calloused and so fucking good.

Who knew Shawz could be this hot? I thought as I tried to find my voice.

"I-uh.. I-what are you doing?" I stuttered out the question as he continued to rub my hip, occasionally sliding under the waistband of my shorts. Oh fuck.

"I'm not doing anything." He mumbled spinning me around to face him.

I couldn't help but look at all of the scars that were on his face. I brought my hand up, tracing the scar he got from taking a puck to the face earlier this year. He had a little scruff on his face and god, it just made him look that much better. He started to lean in a little bit and oh my god, is this really happening?

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I haven't brushed my teeth yet, fuck. Fuck my life. was running through my mind as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against mine.

'Holy fucking shit.'

His lips were slightly chapped and warm, perfection. I felt him squeeze my side, pulling away. I slowly opened my eyes only to see his stupid dopey grin and raised eyebrows. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times trying to find something to say. I gave him a questioning look as he threw caution to the wind, pulling me into another kiss. I was prepared this time though, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I cannot believe this is actually happening, actually scratch that. I can't believe he's this great of a kisser. He pushed me against the counter and started to slide his hands up my shirt. He broke away from my lips and trailed kisses down to my neck, biting and sucking as he went. I tilted my head giving him more access, just as the silence of the apartment was broken by Luke Bryan's 'That's My Kinda Night'. I busted into laughter as he laid his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a string of profanities.

"Cute ringtone Andrew." I smirked as he leaned away, giving me a dirty look.

"Shut up, I love Luke Bryan. He's a quality artist unlike Childish Gamtriny."He's so sassy, it's cute. Wait, did he really just say that?

"Um, what? Donald Glover is one of the greatest rappers around AND he's a great actor. Plus it's Childish Gambino not Gamtriny." I deadpanned as he shrugged.

"Whatever, I'm just proving my point."

I was about to retort when his phone started to ring again. "You know, you should probably pick that up bub. Could be Captain Toews and you don't wanna miss that important conversation. Plus I have to start on breakfast and being cornered on the counter isn't really helping anything."

He rolled his eyes but backed away "I doubt it's Jonny, but I don't wanna stay in here and distract you from the other important things." He wiggled his eyebrows while giving me a grin that made my face heat up, and jogged off to answer his phone.

I let out a shaky breath as I walked to the fridge. Well, more like stumbled. My legs were like jello, and like who knew Andrew could make someone like that? I was rifling through the fridge trying to gather my thoughts when Andrew started being Andrew.

"I LIKE HAM, CHEESE, AND SPINACH OMELETS WENCH." He shouted through the apartment making me roll my eyes.

"YES YOUR HIGHNESS. ANYTHING ELSE THE WENCH CAN MAKE YOU?" I yelled sarcastically, shutting the fridge with my hip and juggling all of the items I needed to the stove.

"COFFEE BLACK." I scoffed but couldn't help but smile.

'Such an asshole.'
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I was just plating up the omelets and and fruit when Andrew walked back into the kitchen. He plopped down on a stool as I slide his plate towards him, along with a cup of coffee. I sat down next to him, keeping a decent amount of room between us. I don't really feel awkward with what happened between us, but then again I've always wondered what it was like to kiss him.

"I have no idea how you did that without spilling coffee everywhere." He shook his head in disbelief, taking a bite of his omelette. "Holy shit, this is delicious."

"I'm a good cook, I know." I smirked when he knocked his shoulder into mine, as I finally dug into my own breakfast.

It was quiet between us for a few minutes while we ate, the only noise coming from our silverware and the music I had playing when I was cooking. I kept stealing glances at Andrew, which I guess made him nervous because he kept dropping things on the floor. He glared at me while mumbling a string of profanities as I gave him an innocent look.

"What?"

"Take a picture loser, it'll last longer." I sent him a playful smile as I laid a hand on his thigh. Boy did he look like he was about to have a stroke.

"Why would I take a picture of you? You'd break the camera." He gasped pushing my hand off as I giggled. So easy to fuck with

"NO TOUCHING FOR YOU. And yeah right, is that why you were staring at me every time I looked over?" I put a hand on my chest in mock horror.

"Well, if you must know, I thought you had something on your face. Turns out it was just your face." I wiggled my eyebrows as I stood up from the island.

I walked behind him, sliding my hand over his shoulders making him shiver. I leaned down, whispering "I touch whatever I want, whenever I want," as I dropped my hand down to his leg, rubbing slightly.

He let out a strangled breath as I straightened up, heading towards my bedroom but he grabbed my wrist before I got too far "Let goooooo. I have to take a shower and get ready. You're taking me to practice with you" I whined out as he smirked, pulling me into his lap.

"Only if I can shower with you..." He nuzzled my neck, nipping at my skin.Fuuuuuuuck, how does he know I love biting

"I--I don't think that's a good idea." I could feel the heat of his bare chest through the thin material of my shirt. Well, not necessarily my shirt, more like the one I oh so kindly "borrowed" from Andrew a few days ago. And by borrow, I mean Patrick and I breaking into his apartment the other day and stealing most of his clothes. Score one for Kaner and Parker. Apparently he's not too mad about it, he hasn't said anything. Or maybe he just hasn't noticed... I was thrown out of my thoughts when he grinded against my ass, making my breath hitch.

"Are you sure about that..?" His deep voice was like velvet and all I wanted to do was hear him whisper dirty filthy things to me while he worked himself over my body. Shit what is he doing to me. "I think it's a great idea. We'd save water.." He nipped at my ear making me groan.

"I d-don't think the environment will suffer too much if we take sep-perate showers." Good job Parker, don't give into Andrew's deep voice and muscled chest and holy fuck, those hands are so perfect. Calloused and warm, rubbing against my sensitive thighs. Fuck hockey players.

"It's not for the environment Parks. It's more for... my benefit." I slowly pulled away from his lap so I could face him. It wasn't fair the power he had over me when he had his.. thing pressed into my ass. No matter how big or good it felt. Oh god, I'm a whore now. The inner turmoil I was experiencing was hell.

He had a goofy grin when I finally turned to face him. My face felt like it was on fire and I just wanted to run and hide in the bathroom until he leaves. But he is my ride, so that's a no go.

"I think a shower by myself" I cringed when my voice squeaked, clearing it awkwardly "Would umm.. be a lot faster, considering I wouldn't be so.. distracted?" I cocked my head to the side, making him groan and throw an arm over his face.

"Fuuuuuuck. Fine, just leave now and lock the door behind you before I change my mind." I laughed as I turned to head to my bedroom. I jumped slightly when he slapped my ass, glaring over my shoulder as he held up his hands.

"Don't wear shorts like that if you don't want that to happen."

I flipped him off just before I shut and locked my bedroom door. What? I don't want any surprises when I'm in there, no matter how much I want it to happen. I do have standards, even if it doesn't seem like it when I'm around Andrew. I let out a soft sigh, grabbing the pile of clothes that I laid out and headed to the bathroom for my much deserved shower with only one thought going through my head.

I need to call Amanda asap.

Notes

So uh, what do you guys think? I'm sorry for the past two chapters having no pranks in them, but I think the whole Parker and Andrew thing makes up for it, right? I've been working on this chapter for a couple months now, and I'm so in love with the playfulness between them, omg. I'm so in love with them, but nothing ever goes as planned.. am I right?


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