#carter hart x yn

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House Party

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Carter Hart x reader

Warnings, Drinking, Cursing, Morgan Frost and Joel Farabee

Word count: 2.3k

When Frosty invited you to his off season house party you honestly thought about not going. You knew it was going to be a bunch of grown men fucking around while their wives or girlfriends try to stop them.

But here you are, checking your outfit one last time before you leave. You think about staying home but you promised Morgan you would go.

•

“Come on.” Morgan begs to you over the phone, “The boys and I miss you but mostly me.”

He’s spent about ten minutes of your fifteen minute call trying to convince you to come to his party.

“Morgan, you know I don’t do parties.” You remind, “We can always hang out some other day.”

“I haven’t seen you since the season started and who knows when we’re both going to be available again.” He replies, “Please, come to the party.”

He wasn’t wrong, the man was always on the move and so were you. The only way you could see him was on FaceTime or to go to a game.

The off season was the only time you could actually spend time together.

You sigh, “Okay, I’ll go.”

“You promise?” He asks

“Yes, Frosty, I promise.” You answer, “But if I have to take care your drunk ass later I’m telling T.K. to beat your ass.”

He chuckles, “Noted.”

•

Opening Morgan’s front door you are greeted with the pounding of music and very loud conversations.

You move about the house, saying hi to those you know but not stopping for a conversation. As of right now you’re looking for Frosty.

Finding him in the kitchen playing bartender.

He spots you and sets down the bottles in his hands, “You made it!”

He moves around the island and over to you, pulling you into a hug, “I thought you’d flake out on me.”

You laugh and pull away, “You think so low of me, Frost. I’m hurt.”

He puts an arm around you and pulls you out of the kitchen, “You know someone was asking about you?”

“Let me guess, was it Beezer?” You question

He pulls you into the backyard, “Yes but no, that’s not who I’m talking about. It was actually our little goalie.”

“Carter?” You ask

He doesn’t answer, he just gives you a goofy smile.

Beezers voices draws their attention, “Look who made it! Just in time to see me beat Hartzy’s ass in darts!”

Carter lets out a dry laugh as you two approach.

Morgan lightly pushes you forward, “Take care of her you two, I’m going back inside. You want anything, y/n?”

You walk over to Carter, “Nah, I’m okay for now.”

Beezer lines up his shot, “Yo, bring me back some food, Frosty.”

He waves a dismissive hand at him and goes back inside.

“What are you playing to?” You ask

“Two hundred.” Carter answers

“Best two out of three.” Beezer adds, “Hartzy has better aim than I thought.”

“I think that comes with job.” You joke

He laughs, “For a hockey player he has the worst aim. Well on the ice, off the ice he’s great.”

Carter pushes him out of the way with a chuckle, “That’s why I’m a goalie.”  

~

Finishing their game, Beezer suggests a game of beer pong.

He pats you on the shoulder, “Imma find a partner and the cups, you guys go get a table. You could steal one or get one from the garage, I don’t care.”

He grabs his can a disappears into the house.

You and Carter survey the backyard, everyone’s doing their own thing paying no mind to the people around them.

You look over to him, “Which one do you wanna steal.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “You mean which one are you stealing?”

You flash him a smile, “We are in this together Hartzy, so pick a table.”

He shakes his head, “The one in the corner, we won’t even have to move it, just clean it off.”

You grab his hand, “Well let’s get going.”

You lead him through the yard and to the table, dropping his hand.

You pick up a couple bottles, “So, what brings to this party anyways, Carter?”

“My car.” he jokes moving some cans to another table.

“Haha.” you say, “It was a serious question, Carter. You’re not a party person and this is a party persons party.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” he replies wiping off the table.

You shrug, “You could but I asked you first.”

He rolls his eyes, “Let’s say that Morgan can be very persuasive.”

This interests you, “What did he offer you?”

“Nothing.” He answers

“Buy you?”

He chuckles, “Nothing.”

“What got you here then?”

“He just told me about someone, that was all.”

Maybe this someone has to with you, Morgan did say he was asking about you.

“You know he told me something too?”

He leans against the table, “What?”

You hesitate, “He said that you were asking about me.”

He averts his gaze else where, “Asshole.” He mumbles

“Look it wasn’t anything weird.” He says, “After our last game he asked me if I was going to the party and when I said no he told me that you were going and that you always have a better time when I’m there. So when I showed up and you weren’t here I started asking if you were actually coming.”

“Well he lied to you about me coming because he didn’t tell me about until you guys got back.” You confess, “However he didn’t lie about me having a better time when you’re around.”

“I got the cups!” Beezer shouts walking over, “I figured we could just fill them up with the hose.”

“Losers are taking shots!” Frosty exclaims holding up a bottle of Tito’s and pink Whitney.

“Yo, Carter. Can you get the hose?” Beezer asks setting up the cups, “And Y/n, can you grab the balls and shot glasses, they’re in Frosty’s hood.”

Carter walks off, the moment the boys have been waiting for has arrived.

“What were you two talking about?” Frosty asks

You pull the things out of Frosty’s hood, “We were talking about you, actually.”

“I highly doubt talking about me got him blushing.”

Beezer puts his arm around your shoulders, “Oh my god! Are you finally making a move?” he wipes a fake tear, “Our little girl is growing up.”

“No, I’m not making a move, we were just talking.”

“Talking about fucking? Cause that’s the only way to get me blushing.” Beezer teases

“Or did you guys already fuck? Because he was very eager to see you.” Frosty badgers

“Oh my god.” You grumble

Beezer pokes your side, “Was it after his big shutout game, cause he was really pumped up after that.”

“You even flew out for that game. Was it just to see us play or was it to your little lover boy?” Frosty goads

Carter comes back just in time to save you from anymore teasing.

Beezer let’s go of you and takes the hose, “Go turn it on but make sure it’s on low.”

Carter reluctantly makes his way back across the yard.

“Y/n you’re on my team.” Frosty claims

“No I’m not.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you suck, that’s why.”

“Fine then, I’m taking Carter.”

“Why would you take him?”

“Yeah, why take him?” Beezer asks feeling betrayed

“Because if I take him, she can’t have him.” He answers

You’ve seen Carter play and he let’s just say he’s better at darts, but you’ll let him suffer, “Fine.”

“Okay stop!” Beezer yells at Carter

He waits for Carter to come back to explain the rules, “Okay, if a ball bounces from one cup to another both cups are removed. If the ball bounces back to you, you get to shoot again only if you get it before the other team. Your elbow must stay behind the table at all times. You can have your cups rearranged to any position but you have to ask for it because well we’re not mind readers.”

He gives you and Carter a ball, “Now, to see who goes first one player from each team has to shoot the ball but they have to look at the other player while doing it.”

He pushes you to your side of table, “And remember the losing team has to take two shots each.”

You and Carter stand at opposite ends of the table looking at each other.

~

After what seems like a hundred games you all decided that this was your last game. Well more like you and Carter decided for everyone, Beezer’s feeling the buzz and Frosty is basically blasted.

He was drinking earlier, taking shots after every loss and chasing them with even more alcohol. But not only was Frosty drunk, he was a sore loser, it went from best two out of three to four then five and now six.

If it wasn’t for Kevin’s homemade wings and Noah’s commentary keeping everyone going this game would’ve been over a while ago.

“Let me get the cups in the tight pussy position.” Beezer instructs

Frosty clumsily moves the cups around to shape a diamond, “If you keep playing your cards right you might get the real thing, Carter.”

Carters face turns beet red, you try your best not to laugh while Noah and Beezer basically turn into hyenas.

~

You and Carter stand at the kitchen island, not wanting to hear Frosty’s cover of ‘Before he cheats’ outside. Everyone else wanted to though, so it basically just you two inside.

“I honestly don’t know if I could’ve lasted another game.” You tell him

He chuckles, “I don’t know if I could’ve taken anymore abuse from Frosty, he was getting way too into it.”

You nod, “Yeah, I think we should’ve stopped the game after he tackled Beezer for the ball.”

“Yeah that probably would’ve been a good idea.” He says

You push yourself up onto the island, “Besides being verbally abused by Frost, are you enjoying the party?”

He leans back on the counter in front of you, “It’s all right, I guess. But the real question is, are you enjoying the party?”

“As of right now, yes. But later, no.” You answer

“What do you mean?”

“The party’s been fun but I know I’m going to have to take care of the wanna be Carrie Underwood.”

He nods understandably but still asks, “You don’t have to take care of him, you know?”

“I know, but I’d do the same thing if it were you.” You pause, “Or any of you really.”

“Out everyone in this house, I’d be happy if it were you. But I’d also except Kevin, no offense.”

“None taken, I’d trust him with my life.”

He picks at a bowl of chips, “Would you trust me?”

You laugh softly, “Of course I’d trust you. Honestly I’d trust you to take care of me more than Frosty, he’d probably draw a dick on my forehead and tell me I did it.”

He laughs moving over next to you, “Speaking from experience?”

“From self-experience, no.” You reply, “But I did walk into him doing it to laughty.”

He just nods in response.

You look down at his hands on the island, “Is that a new bracelet?”

He looks down, “Um… Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I pay attention but it’s also really clean compared to the others.” You answer, “Can I see?”

He goes to take it off, “Yeah, sure.”

“No.” You say, “You don’t have to take it off. Just give me your hand.”

You pick up his hand making him step in front of you.

You slowly move the bracelet around, “It’s nice and silver looks really good on you.”

A light blush fills his checks, “Thanks, it was a gift.”

Your eyes flick from his wrist to his eyes, “From who, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“My mom, it was a Christmas present.”

You stop messing with the bracelet but keep his hand in yours, “Well she has excellent taste.”

His eyes dance around your face, like he’s studying it, “I don’t think we’ve ever been this close before.”

You let go of his hand, “Do you not like being this close?”

He moves closer, “No, I like it.” His eyes settle on your lips, “I like you, if I’m being honest.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Well if I’m being honest, I like you too.”

His hands move to your waist, his face is so close to yours that you wanted to kiss him all you had to was slightly move.

And that’s what you planned on doing, it was now or never.

But it seems like god had other plans…

Frosty rushes into kitchen, “Y/n our song is playing you have to come outside!”

You drop your arms to your sides and Carter backs up.

“Shit.” He whines, “Did I ruin the moment, here I’ll turn around.” He quickly turns, “Okay, now you can kiss.”

You sigh, “We’re not gonna kiss, Frost.”

That was the last thing Carter wanted to hear, “We’re not?”

He turns around, “You’re not?”

“Come on.” Carter whispers to himself

Carter was desperate to kiss you and honestly, you were too. Who knows when you’ll have this opportunity again. Especially if you back out now to go be stupid with Frost.

You rewrap your arms around Carters neck pulling him to you, his hands pull at your waist bringing you to the edge of the island.

This kiss is soft but deep and sensual, it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. It’s the type of kiss that warms up your body, the type of kiss that you never want to end.

Frosty freezes but only for a second, “Oh my god! Joel!” He runs back outside, “They’re kissing! They’re fucking kissing!”

He pulls away leaning his forehead on yours, “You wanna hang out sometime? Like just the two of us?”

You smile, “You mean a date?”

He chuckles, “Yeah a date.”