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Ship: Polyfrogs
Number: 5
5) Your Daddy’s Son from Ragtime
Music from those hands could Catch you like a spell He could make you love him 'Fore the tune was done
There’s something mesmerizing about Chowder’s hands. The way he plays goalie is kind of eye-catching in itself, but watching him play piano is an entirely other occupation.
Privately, Dex thinks that Nursey buying a baby grand for their Denver apartment wasn’t actually the waste he’d bitched about when he was 22 and stupid and didn’t know what his NHL contract would mean in real life and didn’t know what Nursey’s royalties would come out to in the next couple years.
Privately, Dex is wondering what kind of piano he can get for their house in Maine so that Chowder has something really nice to play in the summer, too.
Nursey’s behind Dex before Dex can move out of the doorway, transfixed as he is by the magic flowing its way out of Chowder’s hands and into the room.
“I know you’re standing there,” Chowder says, still playing, fingers still flying. “There’s furniture in here, babes.”
Dex makes a kind of strangled noise, and he feels Nursey choke on air.
“Not blind, just playing,” their boyfriend adds. “I’ll stop if you keep standing there like weirdos.”
“Uh,” Nursey adds, helpful as always.
Chowder switches to the Jaws theme, which is kind of startling enough to get Nursey moving.
Dex slides in behind Chowder instead and drapes himself over his boyfriend instead, and Nursey, after a moment, follows him.
“Piano bench is uncomfortable for hug piles,” Chowder comments, but Dex can feel his smile against his bicep so the point is kind of moot.
“Music rings true to the soul,” Nursey mutters into Chowder’s hair, sounding half-asleep.
“Mhh-hm,” Chowder says, and shares a look with Dex, one that says you’re carrying him and also I love you so much.
“If you weren’t so good we wouldn’t have to hug you,” Dex mumbles gruffly, and Chowder laughs, bright and glad.
“Just remember we have to save our cellys for after games, now,” he tells Dex.
It’s true - since joining the NHL and playing without Nursey and Chowder, Dex has gotten an awful lot ore post-game cuddles, ostensibly to make up for the ones he missed out on in the game, but probably just because his boyfriends are cuddle monsters.
“I’m going to be a pancake, soon,” Chowder says, after a moment, so Dex hauls Nursey into his arms and carries him into their bedroom and into bed, and they all tumble in together, arms around arms and legs over legs, breath mingling and skin touching, love pressed against love.
