Jason Demers One-Shots

You laughed, but it was forced. You tightly gripped your glass as you silently prayed that the idiot before you would shut his yap and move onto the next chick.
Your eyes gazed over to the right where, leaning against the wall, was the tall goofball having the time of his life with his buds. He grinned and exaggeratedly threw his hands around in the air, telling what was a long joke or a funny story. Either way, his friends were doubled over, panting for air through their endless laughter.
Your lips took a dip as you glanced back at the man still trying to charm you with all his accomplishments in life. You shifted your weight onto the other leg.
When two handsome looking fellows walked your way after your friend went to buy more drinks, your eyes were trained on the very man who stood in front of you. If you didn’t know that he and his friend were professional hockey players, you would’ve honestly mistook him for a professional model. His brown hair was perfectly gelled back; his face was covered in stubble perfectly trimmed and shaped; his suit perfectly hugged his body – everything about him just screamed, “Model.” But his friend, on the other hand, was a different. His brown curls were a mess on his head; his stubble hadn’t been touched at all; he wore a dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and jeans – somehow he made everything work in a casual, yet extremely attractive way.
The duo was the model and the goofball, Tyler Seguin and Jason Demers. You’d expect the more attractive one was going to be the wingman, but surprisingly enough, it was the goofball.
Somehow, though, you screwed up their plans. The moment Jason opened his mouth, you were immediately enticed. He was so smooth, yet funny and dorky at the same time. Then, when you were reminded of his extremely attractive companion, you were immediately repelled by said attractive companion’s presence.
Tyler had an arrogant air around him. He waved Jason off as if he was nothing more than a nuisance (though he hopefully didn’t mean to) while his eyes were hungrily set on you, his prey. He opened his yap and all you heard were pickup lines and a lot of boasting. Maybe you were exaggerating, because you were just irked at the lack of Jason’s presence.
“You okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah. Why?” you asked, a little too sweet for your taste, looking back at the brown pair of eyes.
His cocky persona seemed to falter as his grin dropped. “You seem… uh, off. Not really paying attention to the conversation.”
“No, I am,” you instinctively responded, placing a hand on his arm. You almost threw your head back and groaned when he perked at the physical contact. No, no, no… “I was just looking around for my friend. She seems to be stuck on line at the bar for quite a while.”
“I could get you girls drinks without a problem.”
Now you perked a little. If you could get rid of Tyler, you could just make an escape… for Jason. You cursed yourself for your harsh thoughts, but you couldn’t help them. Tyler was evidently not your type and you really wanted to talk to Jason again.
“That’d be great,” you practically purred, smiling a bit more brightly this time. “While you do that, I’m gonna go pamper myself in the bathroom.”
With a cocky lopsided smile, he nodded and walked off.
Turning around yourself, you took in a deep breath at the sight of Jason. Fortunately enough, correlating with your lie, the bathrooms were a few feet away from the goofball. Straightening yourself, you strode over.
As if he sensed your presence, Jason looked over at you when you were close enough and smiled, leaning against the table. “Hey, Y/N. What you doin’ here?”
“Do you mind if I steal him for a moment?” you asked his friends, some of which consisted of the Benn brothers, placing a hand on Jason’s upper arm. “I just need to ask him something.”
“Go ahead,” Jamie responded with a nod.
Without another word, you dragged Jason into the hallway which led to the bathrooms and payphone.
“What’s up?” Jason asked.
Today wasn’t the first time you saw or interacted with Jason at this very nightclub. He and his buds – like you and your friends – came almost every alternating Fridays and Saturdays (depending on his games schedule). On occasions, you found yourself in the middle of the dance floor just dancing with him without either party uttering a word, or him and his friends sending drinks over to your table. You both shared flirtatious looks, winks, smiles. Perhaps once he actually accidentally spilled a drink on your dress, yet he made light in the situation in such a way you couldn’t stay mad at him.
Small interactions, yet why was he being a wingman for his friend? Did he think you weren’t at all interested in him, or maybe was he never that interested in you in the first place? None of which you cared much for before, because everything that ever happened was nothing more than playful and harmless. But now, you almost felt… offended.
“So, that’s the famous Tyler Seguin I’ve heard so much about,” was the first thing you could think of. What could you say: I like you, not your friend. Let’s make out and stuff.
A tight smile spread across Jason’s lips, sparking your curiosity. “Quite the stud, huh?” He sounded… almost… bitter?
“Yeah.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you slumped in your position and sighed loudly, carefully throwing your hands over your face. “I can’t stand him. He’s such a fucking prick.”
“Oh, really?” He laughed, yet you caught the relief racing through his voice. “Just so you know, everything that happened after I walked away, I’m not held liable.”
You dropped your hands, giggling. Now seeing him again, you noticed he was standing up taller, wearing that cute, flirtatious smile you were more than used to seeing. “You’re the wingman, though. Your job still continues even after you leave.”
“Trust me, if I leave, that means I don’t wanna continue my job.”
Unable to resist, you placed a hand on his upper arm and trailed your thumb in circles against his muscles. “And why is that?” you asked, tilting your head and smiling flirtatiously up at him. “Don’t tell me that the wingman wanna steal his boy’s chick.”
“It’s not stealing if she doesn’t even want him,” Jason retorted, resting a hand over your head and leaning in. “Did you like what you see every time you looked over at me?”
You were surprise he caught your glances, but then again, that meant he was looking also. You slid her hand up his arm and over his shoulder, responding sweetly, “Only if you did.”
Your lips met, but you weren’t sure who initiated the kiss. You felt yourself leaning in, but before you closed your eyes, you caught him leaning in further as well. Either way, you enjoyed this more than a stupid conversation with the famous Tyler Seguin.
*
Laughing, you pressed yourself against Jason’s side while he wrapped his arm around you and told you one of his extremely hilarious locker room stories. Neither of you paid much mind to anyone around you until you both were back at the table filled with Jason’s friends, now including Tyler.
You looked up and the color instantly drowned from your face.
“Uh, Seguin,” Jason uttered hesitantly, yet never letting go of you or loosening his hold.
“Demers stole your chick, Seggy,” Jason Spezza chimed, playfully nudging Tyler’s side with his elbow.
“Can’t even keep a girl interested for that long,” Jamie chided, clicking his tongue, while everyone in the table, except for you and Jason, burst laughing.
Tyler waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. I was acting like a double-agent,” he retorted. “Demers didn’t even have the balls to talk to the beauty without my assistance.”
You blinked in surprise, and from the corner of your eyes, Jason looked a bit surprised too. Tyler was actually the wingman for his own supposed wingman? Yet none of the teammates would have that and continued making fun of Tyler for losing his girl to Jason.
While Jason’s friends were engrossed in teasing Tyler, a mouth pressed against your ear and whispered, “Wanna dance?”
You looked up at Jason and smiled. “Sure.”

Notes

Request:
Would you please do another Jason Demers one? One where he’s suppose to be Tyler Seguin’s wingman, but the girl just seems annoyed by Tyler’s cockiness, but ends up hitting it off with Jason and his awesome sense of humor. The rest of team doesn’t let Tyler live it down, that a girl picked Jason over him too. Maybe it’s a flashback or something.