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Summary:

noah's been watching too much hockey yaoi

Notes:

unfortunately i've been watching too much hockey yaoi and need to project that romance of wasian/curly-haired white boy onto this romance of wasian/curly-haired white boy. hope you understand (and also which sane man wouldn't want jesse cash to impregnate him?)

this fic is an apology of sorts to my good friend ao3 user lqbys because i get plagued by thoughts and immediately exceed the character limit describing whatever concept i've been afflicted with in dms. this is the curse we are doomed to bear unfortunately

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Noah’s standing on the doorstep, hoodie drenched in the rain.

“I need you to get me pregnant.”

Jesse stares at him, incredulous. “It’s six in the fucking morning.” The kitten in his arms yawns to prove his point but Noah can’t back down.

“I need you to impregnate me like Shane Hollander when he looks in Ilya Rozanov’s direction.” The words come spilling out fast and it doesn’t even occur to him that Jesse might have no clue what he’s babbling about.

“You need me to what like the who?”

“We’re gonna have a busy few days ahead of us.”

Notes:

i did look at flight times between los angeles and birmingham alabama and this fic would be factually inaccurate but fuck it

i've been working on more random fic so one day they'll be ready to post