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works/872209.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sports_RPF, Hockey_RPF
  Relationship:
      Tyler_Seguin/Jeff_Skinner
  Character:
      Tyler_Seguin, Jeff_Skinner
  Additional Tags:
      Alcohol, Drunk_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-06 Words: 1559
****** Sober Hands are Helping Hands ******
by uga_irish
Summary
     A fill for the following kink_meme request: Tyler Seguin/Jeff
     Skinner, 2010 Draft Weekend, the top picks end up getting drunk in
     celebration, Jeff can't hold his alcohol well, hits on a rather
     drunk, much more experienced Tyler who ends up taking him back up to
     his room.
Hollywood is an awesome place for an NHL Draft for two, young Top-Ten
selections. Really, there are parties for socializing and, most importantly,
drinking. Jeff Skinner is bouncing around the room with a half-empty glass of
some concoction of liquor and soda. He really could not remember what he was
drinking, the ability to think was replaced by a low buzz between his ears.
Good thing he really did not have to worry, because the private bartender
remembered exactly what he ordered. Jeff socialized a bit with a couple of the
Spitfires, including the number one pick, Taylor Hall. Jeff stayed with that
duo for a couple of minutes before stumbling off to the bathroom to relieve
himself of consumed alcohol. The flushed out face of a drunk Jeff Skinner
caught the eye of another drafted teenager, which Jeff would find out shortly.
Sure, Tyler Seguin was only 18 years old himself, but none of the draft picks
were concerned about being carded. It was setup by a few veterans that the room
would be a safe zone from enforcement of the legal drinking age. Although Tyler
was only 18, he was a trained drinker on Whaler road trips and was slowly
working on the bottles of beer he was drinking. With all of the other draft
picks hitting the booze hard, Tyler was hoping to score. The question was with
whom would he score. To Tyler, Taylor Hall was dorky and kind of awkward
looking, so he was not really interested. The kid Johansen drafted by the Blue
Jackets was not shutting up, so Tyler really did not want to deal with him.
Those who he could not understand when they were talking were booted before he
was trying to decide, how could he seduce someone when he could not interpret
their responses. It was a baby-faced Skinner, who was stumbling over his own
feet like a newborn foal, that caught his eye. Tyler started moving towards the
bathroom after Jeff had taken off down the hall.
Jeff's head was propped against the cool tiled walls of the bathroom. It felt
so good, particularly when compared against the steamy room where their post-
draft party was taking place. Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
Jeff groaned drunkenly that it was occupied. Tyler chuckled from the other side
of the door before responding, "Bedrooms are better than bathrooms for passing
out." Jeff just groans loudly. Tyler knocks on the door again, "How about you
let someone offering to help actually help?" Tyler listens for a response, but
there is not one. Instead, Tyler hears drudging footsteps making their way to
the door and the fumbling with the lock by usually nimble, but now clumsy
fingers. Tyler sees Jeff's face when the door opens and he smiles. Jeff's hair
is disheveled, his eyes glassy, his clothes untidy, all of which make him more
attractive to Tyler. Tyler smiles at Jeff and then puts his hand on Jeff's
shoulder. Jeff looks at the hand and then at Tyler's face before smiling
crookedly himself. Jeff asks Tyler, "Why are you here?" Tyler responds, "Saw
you stumbling around and did not want you to get caught." Jeff nods diagonally,
"That's cool." Tyler responds impulsively, "You're hot." Jeff eyes go cross-
eyed, his cheeks get redder, which Tyler did not really think was possible, and
the newly minted Hurricane gave Tyler an "Aaaaw shucks."
The sound from Jeff's mouth went straight to Tyler's bloodstream. He was not
really sure if he was the one seducing or the one being seduced by the
kindergarten kid from the Kitchener team. Tyler asks Jeff, "Want to come back
to my room?" Jeff's face changes color from red to pale white, Tyler closes the
door to the bathroom and pushes Jeff towards the toilet. Jeff gets on his knees
and vomits into the bowl, hanging his head slightly, so Tyler grabs him by the
shirt collar. When Jeff's body strengthens and moans are emitted from his mouth
instead of drinks from earlier in the night, Tyler helps Jeff to his feet. Jeff
slumps against his shoulder, his energy drained. Tyler offers Jeff again, "How
about you come to my room?" Jeff lifts his head awkwardly and nods. Tyler walks
with Jeff out of the bathroom, out of the private room, and to the elevator.
Tyler propped Jeff up against the corner of the elevator to give his shoulder a
break from the weight of the drunken draftee. Jeff's body starts to slide on
the walls of the elevator and Tyler is there to support him again. To Tyler,
the elevator bell rang indicating it had arrived at his floor, and he continued
his schlep of Jeff towards his bedroom. When he arrived at his room door, Tyler
switched the shoulder on which Jeff was leaning so he could get his room key
and get them inside. The last thing he needed was to be seen abducting a Top 10
draft pick.
Tyler managed to get the door open and get both he and Jeff inside. He plopped
Jeff on the bed and tried waking him up, shaking him on the shoulder. Jeff's
eyes cracked open and Tyler smiled down at him. "Come on, buddy. You gotta get
undressed." Jeff grunts and turns over. Tyler shakes his head, removing just
his socks and shoes. Tyler leaves Jeff alone for a second to go into the
bathroom and grab 3 Advil and a bottle of water. Tyler goes back to find Jeff
on the floor. Tyler shakes him again, "Jeff, wake up. Jeff, come on!" Jeff
wakes up again and Tyler helps him up to sit on the bed, giving him a bottle of
water and 3 Advil. Tyler smirks, "You're gonna want these now or you'll pay for
it tomorrow." Jeff does not say a thing, he just sticks his hands out for the
water and the pills, downing both quickly. Jeff then asks Tyler for help
removing his shirt. Jeff lifts his hands and Tyler unbuttons the top two
buttons and slides the shirt off. Jeff crawls up to the top of the bed, slides
under the covers, and quickly falls asleep. Tyler quickly undresses himself,
crawls into his bed, closer to the window, and falls asleep quickly. The events
of the evening not turning out as he thought they would, but entertaining
nonetheless.
It is not the sunlight beaming through the window that wakes Tyler up the next
morning; rather, it is an unexpected breeze across his neck. Tyler tries to
turn over, but something is keeping him pinned. He opens his eyes, and then
closes them because there is light piercing through the window. Tyler turns his
head and then opens his eyes to see a tuft of hair on the pillow next to him.
The head was nuzzled into the swell of Tyler's neck and snoring lightly. The
body had a hand over his stomach and a clothed leg was draped over his knee.
Jeff Skinner was spooning him. Tyler thought back to the night before, trying
to remember if he had done anything stupid. He remembered helping Jeff to the
bathroom and then to bed, but thought it was in the other bed. The concept of
thinking was completely lost when the breathing against his neck was replaced
by a tongue tracing the back of the neck. Jeff whispered to Tyler, "No, came in
here myself. You were so good to me last night." Tyler stared at Jeff, his
entire body frozen except for Little Ty, which was responding to the sensual
seduction of the boy in bed with him. Jeff slipped out from behind Tyler and
instead moved on top of a paralyzed Tyler. Jeff looks down on his prey and
gyrates his hips against Tyler's crotch.
Jeff slowly undoes the button to his jeans and then lowers his hips to Tyler's
again. Tyler moans. Jeff chuckles with a sideways smirk, as Tyler has been
cocooned in a web of lust and need. The blood flows like an expressway to his
growing erection through his boxers. Tyler begs, "Jeff, please." Jeff smiles as
he ends his gyrations and leans his mouth down to Tyler's cock, sucking through
the fabric of his boxers. Jeff puts his hand over Tyler's mouth as Tyler’s
moans grow louder, trying to pass along a hit so they do not get caught. Jeff
sucks a little harder and Tyler begins to straighten and arch beneath him. Jeff
lifts off and just uses his left hand to finish Tyler. With a couple of wrist
flicks, Tyler's eyes flash with a flash of various colors, his body arches off
the mattress and into Jeff's grip, and he explodes into his boxers and Jeff's
wrist.
Jeff moves his hand off of Tyler’s mouth and wipes the drool off it using the
sheets. He then rolls off of Tyler’s body, as he comes down from his orgasm.
Tyler stares at the ceiling, his mouth wide open, his face red, and eyes blood
shot, not too different from a drunken Jeff the night before. Jeff traces
Tyler’s skin, bring a giggle from the sensitive Tyler. Tyler asks Jeff if he
might be interested in breakfast. Jeff smiles, and Tyler begins to think he
just got a new best friend. Boy, Tyler loves Hollywood.
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