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Title - One Wild Ride Part 23
Pairing - Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby
Rating - R
Summery - I tried to convince him to listen to the doctors and stay at the hotel but he said he needs to be here. Bullshit. He needs to be getting better.

Disclaimer - I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.


x - posted to hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck



“I need lessons!” Sidney said.

I dropped my stuff on a chair in our hotel and looked over at him. Sid had been commenting on my laid back-ness and really wanted me to teach him. “Ok, Sid, sit down.”

He sat down on his bed and I sat across from him. “Ok, pretend I’m a reporter.” He nodded. “Hi, Sidney, do you have a minute?” I was trying to impersonate a reporter.

“Yeah…”

“Ok, so we’ve recently heard about you seeing your line mate, Colby Armstrong.”

“Yeah…”

“How often do you have sex?”

Sidney burst out laughing. “COLBY! They aren’t gonna ask that!”

“You never know! It could be a female reporter! Do you want me to act like a girl?!”

“You don’t need to act!”

“Damn, Sid, and I thought you were Gay.” He laughed harder. “So, how often do you have sex?”

“We’ve had it a few times…”

“Who was on top?”

“Colby, this isn’t working…”

“WHY??”

“Because, I can’t picture you being the reporter! I’d tell you everything!”

I laughed. “This blows…”

He grinned. “You said blow…”

I smirked. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Maybe…”

I got off my bed before walking over to his and sitting on top of him, facing him with a leg on each side of him, pressing my mouth to his. His hands slid around me and mine were on his shoulders. Sidney moved me down on the bed and lay on top of me. His kiss was more demanding and his hands were slipping underneath my shirt. He pushed it up over my head and discarded it off the edge of the couch. His lips went down and he kissed my neck. I groaned and ran my hands through his hair. After a few more minutes, he pulled away.

“I’m too tired for sex…” he said.

I nodded. “And we’re gonna have a killer practice tomorrow after that performance.”

He nodded. “Sleep sounds pretty good.”

I laughed in agreement. “Bed?”

“Bed.”

Sidney started to pull off his shirts but I stopped him. He looked at me confused and I pulled his shirt over his head before kissing his cheek. He grinned and I pulled off my pants and got some regular shorts on. He did the same and then we went to sleep.

January 29th, 2006

My cell phone ringing woke me and Sidney up. I groaned and answered it.

“Hello?” I said in my gravelly voice.

“Hey, you sound like hell man… it’s Max.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Coach called and said practice was canceled, it’s kinda raining real hard and gross out and he said ‘he just doesn’t want to deal with it’.”

“Sweet…”

“Ok, well talk to you later man.”

“Bye…”

I hung up the phone and curled back up next to Sidney.

“We don’t have practice.” I said.

“Ok.” Sidney said back but he sounded kind of funny. Like, he sounded almost sick.

I didn’t look in to it seeing he was just fine last night.

About 2 hours later, we woke up again. We slowly got out of bed and Sidney just started coughing randomly. Like, not just one little cough but a few hoarse coughs in a row. Dammit, he really didn’t sound good… I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Sidney, are you ok?” I asked.

“I dunno…” Oh god, he sounded so sick. “I feel like shit this morning…”

“What’s bugging you?”

“I have a cough, stuffy nose, and my eyes are pretty warm.”

I nodded. “You can’t be getting sick… we need you… I need you!”

He looked back at me. Oh he looked like hell. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was red. I put my arms around him.

“Hey, Colby, I’m going to go to the Doctors…” he said.

“Ok, want me to go with you?” I asked.

“It’s ok, don’t want the media to have even more fun with all this.”

“You sure, Sid?” I asked looking at his face.

“Yeah…”

I nodded. “Alright… feel better, baby…”

He nodded and kissed my cheek before leaving the hotel. I flopped down on my bed.

Great. My boyfriend’s getting sick.

January 30th, 2006

So Sidney has the flu. It’s the beginning stages but since he didn’t have a flu shot, they said there wasn’t really anything they could do for him and that basically he would have to let his immune system get him through it. They also said he needs lots of rest and to go easy on it for the next few days.

But he’s still at practice with us today? Odd. I tried to convince him to listen to the doctors and stay at the hotel but he said he needs to be here.

Bullshit. He needs to be getting better.

Coach is going easy on him, not making him do all the laps that we usually do. Usually we do seven laps around the ice; he’s only making Sidney do three, which is good.

After practice, we went straight to the hotel. Sidney was lying down and I was reading a Hockey magazine. Before Sid had lied down, I told him that if he needed anything just to ask; I’d get it for him. Anything. And if it weren’t here, I’d go out and buy it for him.

Right now, Sidney had actually kicked his blanket off on accident. He was asleep, snoring, since he can’t breathe through his nose. I pulled the blanket back up over him and brushed my hand across his face. Fuck, he was so warm. I felt so helpless to him…

About an hour later, there was a loud knock on the door. Shit. Sidney stirred a little, but didn’t wake up. I heard someone giggling outside the door. I opened the door, it was Max.

“What?” I asked.

“Hey!” he said, loudly.

Fuck, he’s gonna wake up Sid. I stepped in to the hallway and closed the door behind me. The second I heard it click was when I realized I didn’t have my room key or cell phone with me. I rolled my eyes.

“What did you need?” I asked.

“Just wanted to see ya, man.” He said. “Why so uptight?”

“Well, I just realized that I left my room key and my cell phone in the room and the door’s closed and Sid’s sleeping.”

He started laughing. “Smooth move. Knock on the door.”

“I’m not waking Sidney up.”

He nodded. “How are you going to get back in?”

I thought for a second. “Let me see your phone.”

He gave it to me and I dialed Sidney’s cell number. I knew he had it on vibrate, so it wouldn’t wake him up. I leaned against the door and waited for his voicemail to pick up. When it did, I explained how I’m not in there and how I was an idiot. Max told me to tell him that he would be in his room with him and to call Max’s phone when he woke up.

“God… I feel so stupid…” I said. I looked at the door and sighed.

“Happens to everyone… can we go do something? Like, not stand in the hallway?” Max said.

I shrugged. “Ok.”

We walked up to his hotel room. On the way there, he told me that Whits was in there. I rolled my eyes and told them not to fuck when I was in there.

“Hey, Colby!” I was greeted with.

“Hey…” I said.

“Why the long face?”

“He just locked himself out of his room.” Max answered his boyfriend with. I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Shut up!” I said.

“What!? You did…”

“No-“ I thought for a second. “Actually yeah, I did…”

Ryan laughed. “Nice. How’s Sidney doing?”

I shrugged. “I’m not a doctor… he was sleeping.”

He nodded. “Are you still living in a hotel in Pittsburgh?”

I nodded. “Sure am.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m too lazy to go look for an apartment.”

“You can come live with me… I got an extra room in my apartment…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve been looking for someone to room with! And hey, you’re like, not straight. Which is even better!”

I grinned. “That’d be fun… Would um, Sidney be allowed over?”

“Of course. I bring Max over all the time!”

Max shot him a glare. “He doesn’t need to know that.”

Ryan snickered. “I didn’t say what we do we you come over.”

“Shut up, Ryan.”

Ryan shrugged. “Sound good Colby?”

“Sure!”

“Sweet! Dude, this is going to be awesome! When we get home, do you want to bring your stuff over?”

“Ok. Sounds good to me.”

He nodded. “So, what’s up?”

I shrugged. “Just got locked out of my room…”

He laughed. “Nice.”

“Not really. It kind of sucks… But yeah… It’s true.”

After about 2 hours of talking about random things from hockey practice to Sidney to me moving in with Ryan, Max’s cell phone rang. He looked answered it and then looked at me.

“It’s Sidney.” He said while holding the phone out to me.

I took the phone. “Hey, babe, how ya feeling?”

“Shitty, can you come back?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He coughed a few times. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, anything.”

“Ok… well, see ya.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and tossed Max his phone.

“Ok, well, I’m heading back to the room…” I said.

“See ya!” Ryan said and Max waved.

I waved, too before leaving. I walked to our room and knocked on the door twice. I heard the bed shift in the room and then the door opened. I walked in and when the door closed, Sidney gave me a hug.

“I feel like shit.” He moaned.

I brushed a kiss across his forehead. “I’m sorry baby.”

He shrugged and rested his head on my shoulder. “So what the hell happened with locking yourself out of the room?”

I grinned. “Max knocked loudly on the door and I didn’t want him to wake you up so, I went quick and closed the door before realizing I didn’t have my cell or my room key.”

Sidney laughed a little. “Silly…”

I shrugged. “Oh, Ryan offered to let me stay with him at his apartment instead of in the hotel in Pittsburgh…”

”That’s good.”

“Yeah…”

”Hey, I’m gonna go back to bed…”

“Ok.” I kissed his forehead. “Sleep well.”

“I’ll try…”