Tyler Seguin One-Shots
Pool Fun(?)
“Y/N…”
Silence.
“Y/N…”
Silence.
“C’mon, babe. I know you’re not asleep.”
Your shoulders were shaken and you lazily lifted your head to find your sun blocked by a shirtless body. You absentmindedly ran your tongue over your lips when your eyes wandered over the six-pack and Stanley Cup tattoo.
“I was about to say that I was thirsty, but damn. Need water?” Tyler inquired jokingly, sitting on the lounge chair besides yours.
“A kiss would do,” you chimed, pushing your upper body, while he leaned in for his lips to meet yours. “Mhmm… Lemonade does sound good right now, though,” you murmured against his lips before you pulled away and laid back down on your chest. “Thanks.”
He cocked an eyebrow at you while you sweetly smiled up at him, resting your cheek on your forearms. “I meant you should get it.”
“Really? It sounded like you were offering.”
“Cute,” he chided, rolling his eyes.
You continued smiling sweetly as you rolled over onto your back and watched those brown eyes immediately trail down your body and back up. “Like what you see?” you asked slyly, running a hand seductively down your chest and over your stomach. “Who’s the thirsty one now?”
Without hesitation, he stood up and slid over your body, propping himself up by his elbows so he wasn’t crushing you. He pressed his lips against yours and muttered, “It was always me.”
Smiling, you tossed your arms over his shoulders and trailed your fingers over his smooth back muscles. “I could honestly lay like this forever, but seriously, go get us lemonade.”
Tyler pushed himself up higher and sent you a dirty look. “Way to ruin the moment,” he hissed, rising to his feet.
While sitting up and slipping your shades over your eyes, you cocked an eyebrow and scoffed, “As if you weren’t just trying to seduce me to make lemonade. Hmm?”
The light pink tint on his cheeks were enough for a response when he turned around and stormed into the house, leaving you laughing. But, when he swung open the slide door and didn’t bother closing it, two labs came racing out.
You swung your legs over the chair and your feet hit the hot bricks. You paid no attention to the heat as you cupped Marshall’s face and cooed, while he peppered kisses all over your face, “Hey, baby. How you doin’?” You dropped his face and moved over to Cash. “You too, bub. How you doin’?”
You burst into giggles and played with the dogs while Tyler fetched the drinks and returned.
When Tyler came closer, the two ran off and you settled back down on the lounge chair.
“Leave them alone,” you said, catching his wrist after he settled the drinks onto the small table in between your chairs. He was looking over at the dogs irritably, because just the other day, they decided it would be fun to break the fence dividing his and his neighbors’ backyard and harass their dogs. “They’ll behave. If not, you can blame me this time.”
Tyler, still irritable, looked down at you and sighed, dropping his head in defeat. “Fine, but I swear, if I find out either of them knocked up the fancy French poodle over there…”
You laughed and laid on your side, propping your head up with your arm against the headrest. “You’re overdramatic,” you teased, picking up a glass of lemonade. He even threw a swirly straw in there, so you could even drink it laying the way you did. “Bolt is a male. Don’t hate if either dogs decide they like –”
A gasp escaped your lips and Tyler swiftly caught the drink you dropped when he was already reaching out for his glass. Your arms immediately crossed over your chest and you sat up, turning around.
You saw hot pink flash before your eyes as a chocolate lab raced off to what seemed like a freshly dug hole with a black lab standing right next to it.
“Tyler!” you screamed, looking over at your boyfriend with wide, shocked eyes. You glanced down quickly, making sure your arms covered everything. “Get my bikini top back!”
“I thought you told me to leave them alone,” he mocked, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. His eyes were flickering between your barely covered chest and your face, mostly resting on the former. “Plus, I like the way they’re behaving anyways.
“Tyler,” you whimpered, pulling your knees to your chest in attempt to help. “Go now before they dig it up.”
“Why don’t you get it yourself?”
“Creepy Dude might be out,” you hissed quietly. You were talking about Tyler’s other neighbor, who enjoyed chilling out on his balcony with a pair of binoculars… aimed in Tyler’s backyard direction… at you and your gal friends whenever you had them over.
A whimper escaped your lips as you pouted over at your boyfriend, who just enjoyed this situation a little more than you would’ve liked. “Ty…”
You didn’t trust the wolfish grin on his face when he stood up and rested your drink on the small table. He walked over to you and said, “Here. I’ll bring you back inside then I’ll go fetch the top from the pups.”
“Thank you,” you murmured warily as one arm slipped underneath your knees and the other wrapped around your bare back. Your eyes grew wide when you noticed his path of choice and began to struggle in his arms. “Tyler… Tyler, please… please don’t.”
He kissed the top of your head and teased, “You should’ve gotten the lemonade.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but it quickly shut when air then water hit you at full blast. Your shades slipped off your face and you sunk down in the pool with the restraint of your arms, but you forced your arms away from your chest and swum to the surface, immediately covering your chest again. You caught a glimpse of what looked like binoculars over the fence before your eyes moved and settled on the amused look on your boyfriend’s face.
You looked over your shoulder and swore you saw curtains closing at the house with that French poodle. Your face burned as you weakly paddled over to the ladder.
All amusement immediately dropped off his face when he caught the tears building up in your eyes. “Hey, babe,” he murmured, immediately helping you up the ladder. “I was just playing around…”
You ran into the house when you heard laughter from the house behind Tyler’s – whether it was aimed at you or not. You rounded the corner and dropped – completely soaked – on the cool, dry tiled floor in the hallway before the foyer.
“Hey… Y/N.” Tyler rounded the corner and immediately crouched down when he stumbled upon you. He slipped his hand behind your neck and tangled his fingers in your now-tangled locks, wiping tears running down your face with his other hand. “I was just joking ‘round.”
“When everyone were watching,” you hissed, lifting your head to meet his sad, brown eyes, “and when I’m obviously uncomfortable with… this.” Your eyes flickered down to your once again covered by arms chest then back up at him.
“You have nothing to be uncomfortable about… especially not with those.” He purposely mimicked you and flickered his eyes down to your covered chest then back at you.
“Says the naked, Body Issue model.”
He rolled his eyes and sat down, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He pressed his lips against your temple before turning his head and resting it against yours. “I’m sorry, babe. I really am, but no one was outside or looking, I swear.”
“I saw binoculars,” you murmured, hiding your face in his chest.
“No, there were no binoculars. Creepy Dude’s away for the month on vacation, remember? He has that cute housekeeper next door…”
Your face reddened as you recognized your overreaction. “Fuck… Ty…”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he murmured, kissing your temple again. He pushed you onto your feet then stood up and drew you into his arms again, now kissing your nose. “Go find a top or something, and I’ll get your bikini and the pesky mutts back inside. We can finally order food and watch a movie, or something.”
You tilted your head back and pressed your lips against his, mumbling, “I’d like that.”
When you pulled away, he stepped back and that wolfish grin returned. “Seriously, though, nothing to be uncomfortable about… Perfect.” He glanced down at your chest and back up to your face, winked, and gave you a thumbs up.
You wanted to smack him, but knew the game he was playing. “And, for a second, I thought… just a second… I thought I wasn’t dating a pervert.”
