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izzylovesyou2022 · 1 year ago

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Adventure Is Out There~ Pavel Datsyuk/Henrik Zetterberg

Hank was finishing packing his truck for the camping trip he was taking with his best friend, Pavel, when his cell phone rang. He closed the cab of his truck and, without looking at the number, answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Sasha, where you? I wait outside for 15 minutes. You fast usually.”

Hank snickered and wrapped his fingers around the door handle on the driver’s side.

“Sorry, Pav. I was trying to find all my stuff. It’s been a while since I went camping,” he reminded Pavel as he hopped up into the seat.

A snort from the other end of the line caused Hank to roll his eyes.

“Good excuse, Hank. You want keep me waiting.”

Hank put his keys in the ignition and started up the car.

“Keep that up and I’m not taking you at all,” he playfully threatened, turning his phone onto speaker so he could back out of the driveway.

“Okay, fine. I angel now on. Deal?”

Hank chuckled.

“It’s a deal, Pav. I’ll be there in five, okay? Just stay right where you are.”

Five minutes later, as promised, Hank pulled up to the curve near his friend’s house and honked his horn.

Pavel, half-asleep on his front porch, jolted awake and swung the bags up over his shoulder.

Hank scampered from the car and took one of Pavel’s bags from him.

“Here, let me assist you with that,” he said, throwing the bag into the back-seat of his truck.

Pavel gave him an exhausted smile and climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“Thank you, Sasha.”

Hank got himself buckled in and started the car just as Pavel let out two huge yawns.

“If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep, Pav. It’s a five hour drive anyway.”

Pavel, being the stubborn Russian he was, gave a firm shake of the head.

“Not want you lonely.”

Hank shook his head and carefully turned out of the driveway.

“Not going to be lonely, Pav. You’re exhausted; I can see it in your face. I want you well rested for all of our activities for this weekend. Okay?”

Pavel didn’t argue the matter anymore and curled up into a tiny ball in the seat.

“Lizzy kept up most night. She no stop crying. Momma offered watch her. So I here.”

Hank turned on the piano music he’d kept in the car for Pavel and continued to drive.

“Sleep, Pav. I’ll let you know when we’re there.”

Pavel instantly feel asleep, leaving Hank alone with his thoughts.

As he made his way closer to the camping grounds, he would occasionally glance from time to time at the sleeping man. He couldn’t help but notice the hair that fell in his face, or the way he was using his hands as pillows, or the cute little snores that escaped from his lips, or the smile he got when, Hank assumed, he was having a happy dream.

-I wish I could make him mine. He’s so perfect. He’s just want I want in a boyfriend: beautiful, sweet, funny, and a family man.-

Finally, after four hours of driving, Hank pulled up at the campsite. He climbed out of the car and thought about waking Pavel up, but decided against it. After all, he did have a baby that kept him up all night.

It took him about an hour and a half to unload everything from the truck and put up the tent (which was really hard to manage on his own) but eventually he did it all and then figured it would be a good time to wake Pavel up.

Sneaking to the passenger’s side of the car, Hank smiled softly down at his friend and slightly shook his shoulder.

“Pavs, we’re here.”

A grunt and a glaring side eye met his cheerful tone.

“I need bathroom. Where one at?”

Hank chuckled and stepped back a few paces to let his friend out.

“We might have to walk to find one. Unless you wanna go pee in the forest.”

A pout and a smack on his arm was Pavel’s reply to Hank’s cheerful teasing.

“I need walk anyway,” Pavel said gruffly, starting down the wooden path.

“Hey, wait up, Pav,” Hank called, chasing after his friend. “I need to use the restroom too.”

After walking for several minutes (or miles), Pavel sighed and tipped his head so that his eyes met Hank’s.

“I sorry. Not mad you. Just stress with baby.”

Hank laid a soothing hand on Pavel’s back—at the base of his neck—and rubbed a circle around it with his fingertips.

“It’s okay, Pavs. You just woke up. Not everyone can be a ball of sunshine like me.”

Pavel stiffened at the touch at first, but soon relaxed into it, allowing Hank to massage his troubles away.

“Not blame me if eaten by bear,” he teased, turning his sour mood into a teasing and joyful one.

Hank, pleasantly surprised at his friend’s change of tone, pouted at the joke.

“Not funny. What would you do without best friend,” he countered as the two of them raced into the woods together.

The both of them relieved themselves before Pavel could answer.

“Not bothered poor rookie. You not steal clothes. You not steal food my house.”

Hank whined and stuck out his tongue.

“You’re not nice, mister. You’re mean,” he said even as he held out his hand for Pavel to take.

The gesture making him smile, even though he wasn’t an old man, Pavel took his hand and got pulled to his feet.

*10 at night, around the fire*

“Pavs, come on! I’m about to make smor’es…… s’mores,” Hank yelled out to his Russian teammate, who was hiding in the tent. Dammit, he still got tripped up on that word. Something about that “S” and “M” combo.

Pavel, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, popped himself out of the tent and ran to Hank’s side.

“Sugar. Not good you. But I not care time. I hungry.”

Hank laughed and tugged the tray that held the ingredients towards them.

“Do you know how to make them, Pav?”

The older man snorted and whacked Hank’s elbow.

“I Russian. I not dumb. We invent s’mores, you not know,” he asked, snatching a marshmallow from the bag.

Hank got his own stick and marshmallow and placed it over the fire.

“Liar. We invented s’mores. We just exported them to your country.”

Pavel snorted in amusement and turned his marshmallow over to brown it.

“You not know history. We invent s’mores. Whole world know it. You thank me, not me thank you. Oh, you marshmallow burn.”

Hank moaned in embarrassment and moved his stick away from the flames.

“Great. Now can’t eat it. I hate burned food!”

Pavel snatched the burnt treat off of Hank’s stick before the young Swede knew what was happening and replaced it with his browned one.

“I eat then. Me like burned food. It good. You crazy,” he mumbled through a mouthful of s’more.

Hank rolled his eyes and, unlike Pavel who had decided it was a good idea to stuff the entire thing in his mouth, ate his s’more with small, careful bites.

Then, when he’d finished eating, he caught sight of Pavel’s face. It was covered in chocolate.

“Oh my gosh, Pavs. You look like a little kid. Your face is plastered in chocolate,” he laughed, using his thumb to wipe it away from his friend’s cheeks.

Pavel snickered and playfully licked at his thumb.

“What you? Mother,” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Hank, unable to control himself, howled with laughter, losing his breath in the process.

“Oh….my….word…..Pav…..you…..are…..hilarious,” he gasped between giggles, wiping at his wet eyes with a fist.

Pavel grinned with pride and helped himself to another marshmallow.

“I know. We Russians known that. We famous for.”

Hank, in the moonlight/firelight, almost lost his balance. Pavel’s figure, his graceful movements, his bright eyes, cheerful lips, his wrinkled nose, made him so breathtaking. He was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Take picture. It last longer. Woods going nowhere,” a heavily accented voice said, breaking Hank through the fog of his thoughts.

“I was just thinking about what trails we’re going to explore tomorrow,” he defended himself.

Pavel shrugged and chewed contently on his bar of chocolate.

“It tomorrow. We enjoy now. Think too much, you do.”

Hank didn’t bother replying to his comment. Instead, he dropped his gaze to the ground and twisted the shirt around in his hands.

-Should I tell him? I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. But, I’m going to explode if I don’t get it out. I have to take a risk at some point, right?-

“Penny for thought,” Pavel teased, once again jolting Hank from his clouded thoughts.

Still, the young Swede didn’t say a thing. Beads of sweat that didn’t come from him standing near the fire appeared on his brow, but that was quickly wiped away.

“Henrik! You worry me.”

Finally, Hank twisted his head to look at his friend.

“Just thinking about someone.”

“Who?”

“A friend.”

“What friend?”

Here was the moment of truth. It was now or never. He had to take the risk.

“Pavel, I really like you. As more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on you for almost the whole year, but I was too scared of saying anything for fear of ruining our friendship. I’m sorry if I scared you off, but I needed to tell you.”

His head, once again, fell onto his chest as the hands, that had sat so still in his lap, started to tremble.

There was nothing but silence for a minute, but then Pavel spoke.

“You no scare off. Like you too.”

The gasp that echoed from Hank’s lips was unattractive, but he didn’t even care as he gazed, no, stared, upwards at Pavel.

“Y-you mean it?”

Pavel nodded.

“Never surer in life. Want you. Not just love-making, but love you all ways.”

Hank moved himself closer to his friend, trembling, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, eyes carefully watching the older man.

Pavel’s heart couldn’t help but melt at how anxious and shy Hank was acting. If this was truly his first relationship, he’d make sure it was a good one.

“Yes, Henrik. You can kiss me.”

Hank covered the last new inches between them, cupped Pavel’s cheeks, and uncertainly pressed his lips on Pavel’s.

The kiss was awkward, but neither of the men really cared. All they could think of was their love for each other.

When Hank finally pulled away so they could catch their breath(s), he felt like he was on top of the world.

Pavel snuggled himself into the other man’s warm, strong chest and relaxed against it. So, was this what love felt like? He didn’t mind it!

Hank drew his arms around Pavel’s waist and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, Pasha.”

Pavel poked him in the stomach and offered him a wry grin.

“Love you too, Sasha.”

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