Pairing: Carey Price / Jaro Halak, Bruce Wayne / Clark Kent
Rating: PG-13 (or G, quite possibly)
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine, the story is. (One line is stolen from The Dark Knight... should be fairly obvious to people who know the movie ;))
Warning: Uh... RPF? And a cross-over of sorts between DC and NHL ;)
Summary: "You're not jealous of a fictional character, are you?"
Notes: Happy birthday, northern_star :) I hope you have a wonderful day! *hugs*
“Hey, you coming to bed soon?“ Jaro stopped in the doorframe that separated the living room from the small hallway leading to the bedroom. He had already showered and was on his way to bed, hoping for Carey to join him.
“Yeah… I’ll be right there…” Carey mumbled in a non-committing manner, not looking up from the TV screen. About an hour ago he had started watching the DVDs Jaro had given him for Christmas and was quickly sucked into a world in which his favourite superheroes, Batman and Superman, fought side by side against… well… someone or something, Jaro wasn’t really sure. Never having been a fan, he didn’t know a lot about these things and was glad that his present was such a hit with Carey. He needed to thank Hal for his advice on this matter.
However, right now all Jaro wanted was Carey’s attention. “Listen… don’t get this the wrong way, I know I gave these to you for Christmas and I’m thrilled you like it but… you think you could turn this off and come to bed with me?” As this didn’t have the desired effect, Jaro stepped in front of the TV, blocking Carey’s view, and added “… or at least listen when I’m trying to talk to you?”
Instinctively, Carey shifted a little to get a glimpse at the TV but realized quickly that Jaro wasn’t kidding and paused the cartoon. “What’s up?”
“’What’s up?‘ I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes and you wouldn’t even look at me, let alone listen to a word I said…”
“You were?” Carey looked surprised, instantly realizing that these were certainly not the right words to calm his lover’s aggravation. “Sorry, I mean… doesn’t it make you happy that I like your gift?”
“It does – by the way, that’s one of the things I just said when you ignored me –“ Jaro replied matter-of-factly, causing Carey to flinch. “But that doesn’t mean that I want you to spend more time with fictional characters than with me…” His voice trailed off.
Carey looked at him in a mixture of sadness and utter confusion, not quite sure what to say.
Jaro continued in a small voice. “I don’t know why you like him anyway”, he nodded towards the still image of Batman on the TV screen. “Superman I kind of get. He’s perfect and has powers and all that. But… him? He’s just… dark and bitter and angry. You like that in a guy?”
“God, no…” Carey rushed to explain. “He’s just… interesting, I suppose. I like that you have this guy who is just not perfect, who has flaws like everyone else. This guy who gets bashed by people for doing what he believes in and who won’t give up, even if people don’t especially like him and what he does and how he does it.” Carey got up from the couch and walked towards Jaro. “Kind of like a goalie whom his team kept, although he wasn’t the fans’ favorite. Who will still do his best, no matter what people say.”, he whispered.
Jaro tilted his head. “I guess I’ve never seen it like this, really. To me they’re just flat cartoon figures. One of them in brightly coloured tights and spandex. And the other… come on, a guy who dresses up like a bat clearly has issues.”
Carey chuckled as he stepped closer towards Jaro. “I suppose he does. As does everybody. Just like this guy I know who gets jealous of a comic book figure, seemingly unaware that his boyfriend loves him oh so much.”
And with that he closed the distance between Jaro’s face and his own, hoping to prove with an intense kiss that there was nothing to worry about. And he vowed to make sure tonight that Jaro would know exactly how he felt.
Meanwhile, in Gotham City Bruce Wayne crossed his arms in front of his chest, giving the man sitting on his couch a look of mock disapproval. “It’s not just that I don’t understand how you, a farmboy from rural Kansas, can love hockey. What is absolutely beyond me is that you seem to be obsessed with these two goalies…”
Clark grinned as he looked up from the game between the Montréal Canadiens and the St. Louis Blues. “Oh… you wouldn’t understand…”