Fic: Winless 2/2, Crosby/Bergeron, NC-17
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2minsforslashingAuthor: ~~~Angel~~~
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Crosby/Bergeron, mentions of Crosby/Fleury, Bergeron/Thorton, Bergeron/Raycroft.
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Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is written from the fictitious point of view. All the characters feelings and thoughts are those of the author. All persons, names and logos belong to their perspective copy rights or perspective persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
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A/N: This is my Thirteenth Sidney fic in the A Little Left Of Center Series.
If you want to read the pervious fics in this series (I recommend you read so you know what’s going on) go to
AA/N: I would like to stress that all medical advise in this part of the fic should not be considered to be sound medical advice. I would encourage anyone experiencing the symptoms mentioned in this part of the fic to seek medical help IMMEDATLY!
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FROM LAST TIME:
*~*
I drive us slowly and carefully back to Brad and Vinny’s hotel. They pile out of the back seat laughing and waving, before disappearing inside. Marc is asleep against the window as I pull into the underground parking beneath his hotel. I wake him up and but he falls all over me.
He gives me his hotel key and I drag him to the elevators.
“Hey Sid.” He says to me as the doors slide open and I drag him inside with me.
“Yes Marc?”
He looks around and after the doors slide closed he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I still love you.”
*~*
“Marc you’re drunk.” I tell him as I push him away from me.
“I am drunk. But I am still in love with you.” He slurs.
“Marc that’s enough.”
“No. I want you Sid.”
I don’t have a chance to respond the doors opened to the lobby and a girl who was hanging off of a guy enter the elevator. He presses the button for the floor above Marc and we ride up in silence with the exception of the girl giggling drunkenly.
We step off of the elevator and as the door slides shut the girl declares loudly. “Oh my gawd that was Sidney Crosby!!”
I let out a low moan. I hate getting recognized.
I reach his hotel room and swiping the card key Marc stumbles into the room after me.
Marc grabs me as soon as I have the door shut. He presses a wet and sloppy kiss to my lips. I don’t respond except to push him away.
“Marc.” I tell him firmly, “you don’t want to do this. You’ve had way to much to drink and you’ll regret it in the morning.”
“Non. Sidney Je t'aime.”
I sigh and push him away directing towards his bed. “I love you too Marc. But I’m not in-love with you.”
“Non.”
“Yes.” I half snap at him. I sit him on the bed and bend down to untie his shoes.
“Pourquoi faites-vous ceci à moi?” He half whines at me.
“I’m not doing anything to you- you’re doing this to your self.”
“M'envoient en bas de vous savent.” He says in a soft voice
“Down?” I say with a quizzical look. “Down where?”
“To the AHL- they do not need me anymore. personne besoin je” he replies. Sadness fills his voice and I think my heart breaks a little.
“I need you Marc.” I tell him sitting next to him on the bed. “You saved my life remember.”
“Oui…”
I interrupt what he was going to say. “Then don’t please. You mean a lot to me still. We’re still friends. AND teammates. “
“Mais…”
“No buts.” I tell him before softly kissing his cheek.
He sighs. “Ok- will you stay. Please?”
I smile. “I’ll stay as long as we just sleep.”
Marc nods. “Just sleep.”
I get ready for bed and then help Marc do the same. He’s so trashed he doesn’t care if he brushes his teeth or not.
It takes awhile but we both crawl into bed. Me in borrowed PJ bottoms-that are like four inches too long for me- and Marc in his boxers. I rest my head on his chest. Closing my eyes I can feel exhaustion tugging at me from ever corner. Just before I drift off to sleep I swear I hear Marc say, “J'ai vous ai toujours aimé” he has always loved me.
Game 7 vs. New Jersey
Skate Sidney Skate. I tell myself. This game has gone horrible so far. Recchi passes me the puck and I wind up for a shot.
Pain- blinding fucking pain.
I feel myself drop to the ice. Fuck- motherfucker of all fucks that HURTS!
I try and regain my composure. When I feel someone leaning over me. “Are you ok Sidney?” I glance up and see my team captain looking down at me with concern in his eyes.
“Yea. I think I took a stick to the face.” I tell him. I wiggle my glove off and touch my face. No blood. Good.
He helps me up- but I can still see he is freaked out by me going down. We skate back to the bench together- we get a power play because of the highstick- but fuck if we do anything with it.
I’m frustrated at the end of the game and I let it show to the media. There is no excuse for losing 6-3.We have the longest winless streak in Pens history! SEVEN games.
I finish with the media and then change and shower. I’m half dressed when Mark Recchi comes over to me.
“Hey Kid how you doing?” he asks plopping himself down next to me.
“Eh- ok.”
“Let me see your face.” He says and I turn so he can see the dark blue bruise that adorns my cheekbone. “Looks nasty kid.”
“Yea- I don’t feel it now- hurt like a bitch we it happened though.” I shrug into my dress shirt and button it up quickly before tucking it in.
Recchi nods. “It looked like it got your eye. Freaked Mario out like you wouldn’t believe.”
I shrug and attempt to tie my tie. “I probably would have if I wasn’t wear a visor.” I frown I cannot talk and tie at the same time.
“Why do you wear a visor anyway- I thought you hate them.”
I shrug and I am just about to throw the damn tie across the room. Recchi rolls his eyes and takes it away from me. “I hate it with a passion, I was going to take it off when I got to the NHL- but when I saw Stevie Y go down like that in the ’04 playoffs it freaked me out. I still wasn’t going to- but when he put on the visor I figured if one of the games best leaders can wear it- then so can I.” I pull my suit jacket on and Mark hands me back my now properly tied tie. “Thanks.” I tell him slipping it over my head, “I know it lame but,” I shrug, “It’s my reasoning.”
Recchi’s reply is to stand up and slap me on the back. “You know kid. I think it makes a whole heck of a lot of sense.” He smiles before leaving the locker room and into the outer player lounge.
I pull my dress shoes on and then follow him- time to find Mario and head home.
Before Game 8 @ Boston
My cell phone rings rudely waking me from my pre-game nap.
“Answer the fucking phone.” Recchi groans pulling the pillow over his head.
“What?” I snap into the phone
“Did I wake you?” The softly accent voice makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yea-hang on a sec.” I tell him before slipping out of bed. Mark grunts at me before turning over and going back to his soft snoring. I don’t speak again until I’m locked in the bathroom. Even then my voice is softer than normal. “Hi Patrice.”
I can hear the smile in his voice “Hey. I am sorry I thought you would be awake by now.”
“It’s ok.” I tell him.
“When are you flying back to Pits?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“You up to coming over tonight after the game.”
“Yea… Damn, I’m rooming with Recchi. I dunno how cool he’ll be with me hanging out with you after the game.”
“Ask him- heck everyone knew that we were friends during World Jr’s I doubt he would think twice about covering for your ass.”
I roll my eyes- even though he can’t see me. “I’ll try.”
“Awesome I will see you at the game.”
“Yea- bye.”
“Later Sid.” He says before I hear him click off the phone.
I set my phone on the counter and get ready to go to the rink. When I exit the bathroom Recchi is sitting up in bed attempting to wake up.
“Who was that kid?” he ask sleepily.
“Bergy.” I tell him while shifting through my suitcase looking for some clean underwear and a not completely wrinkled shirt.
“Bergy…” he trailed off with question in his voice.
“Patrice Bergeron. We played in the World Jr’s. together last year” I explain. I grab my suit out of my garment bag. It looks ok- not too wrinkled. I can get away with wearing it- I hate ironing. I’m the only person I know that ends up with more wrinkles when their finished ironing than when they started.
Recchi yawns. “You two hanging out after the game?” he asks as he extracts himself from the bed sheets.
“Yea. He wants me to go over and hang out after the game.”
“You gonna make curfew?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“So- in other words you are asking me to cover your ass while you go out and break curfew?”
“Well…”
He gives me a shit-eating grin. “I’ll cover for you kid- but you owe me a nice dinner.”
I return his grin. “Deal.” I tell him before he disappears into the bathroom to get ready for the game.
~~~
“Oh, say can you see…” O Canada
“What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming…” Our home and native land
“Whose broad stripes and bright stars…” True patriot love in all thy sons command
“O'er the ramparts we watched…” With glowing hearts we see thee rise.
“And the rockets' red glare…” The True North strong and free!
“Gave proof through the night…” Car ton bras sait porter l'épée, Il sait porter la croix.
“O'er the land of the free…” Ton histoire est une epopee. Des plus brillants exploits.
“Where the foe's haughty host…” From far and wide,
“What is that which the breeze…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
This time it’s an really sore note that the singer hit that distracts me. I lose the words to the national anthem in my head and I can’t get it back. Dammit, I feel like I’m never going to be able to sing the song in my head, which is weird for me since I’m so used to hearing it at-basically-every game I’ve played since I was a kid.
The Anthem’s over and I slap my helmet back on- Game time.
~~~
I give up. I seriously give up. I worked my ass off- I even got two points and we still lose. 6-3 to the Bruins. We’re on an eight game losing streak. This has to be the most games I’ve lost EVER. Like at any point in my life- ever. I’m frustrated. God am I ever frustrated.
Which of course explains when I am outside freezing my ass off waiting for a certain Bruin.
Patrice texted me to meet him outside in five. That was twenty minutes ago. I’m about to go back in when he comes barreling out the door.
Grabbing my arm he steers me towards his car babbling an apology in both official Canadian languages. I can make out about half of what he is saying. Something about couches and Goalie. And Joe. Ahh that would be why he was in such a rush to get away from the arena. When we are safely out of the parking lot and onto the weird Boston highway heading towards his apartment I finally speak up.
“You ok Pats?” I ask him.
He glances at me briefly before nodding. “I- am ok.” He says slowly. “I will explain more later- but now we enjoy time we have.”
I smile and lean back in my seat. “Ok.” I tell him. He takes one hand off the wheel and lays it on top of my thigh. It stays there until he pulls into the underground parking of his apartment building.
I follow him up to his fifth floor apartment. I would like to say it was nicely decorated. But the truth of the matter is that I didn’t really pay attention to his apartment. Not when I had demanding lips on mine and hands dragging me towards a darkened bedroom.
The sex was hard and fast. We were soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids. In the darkness of the room after our second round of mind blowing sex-Patrice curls up on top of me and he starts to talk.
He tells me about training camp and how Joe treated him. But he didn’t give into him. And about the guys standing up for him towards the end of camp- when the saw what was really going on. He tells me about how he was more-or-less forced into coming forward to the management about Joe’s behavior towards him. How he was terrified to do it- but how he knew he had to. How supportive Andrew has been towards him. Funny how we are both attracted to goalies. And finally his very slowly budding relationship with his goalie.
After he’s done talking we both fall into a very deep and dreamless sleep. The kind that you only have after a very satisfying orgasm or two.
~~~
I start to slowly awaken when the warm body that was in bed slides out. Allowing the cold to seep in under the covers. Fuck it’s only October. I pull the covers closer around me. I don’t want to wake up-yet.
I lay there for a few moments- slowly letting my body to wake up. I move and a reminder from the game throbs on my side. Letting out a groan I pull the covers even tighter around me.
Today is definitely a day when I don’t want to get out of bed.
“Sidney.” A voice from far away jerks me into the present.
“What.” I grumble from beneath the covers.
“You have to get up- we slept late.”
“Fuck.” I reply before throwing the covers off. My feet hit the icy floor and I let out another curse. The cold shoots through my already sore body. I pad quickly into the bathroom. I take a piss and Patrice calls into the bathroom that there is a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. I open it up and there is indeed a new toothbrush in there. I unwrap the toothbrush and squeeze a large amount of paste onto the brush. I set to work scrubbing my teeth when Patrice comes into the bathroom.
“Sidney are you ok?” he asks- looking slightly pale.
I shrug and nod since I have a mouth full of toothpaste.
“Are you sure?”
I spit the toothpaste into the sink. “I’m fine.” I tell him before starting to rinse my mouth out. “Why?” I ask in-between mouthfuls of water.
“Because- you’re bleeding.” Patrice looks terrified.
“Fuck.” I hiss. My hands go to my ass and I can feel the dried blood. I can feel my heart pick up and start racing. “Am I…” I swallow fuck I don’t want to me asking this question. “Am I still bleeding –there-?” I ask him.
“I…” He takes a breath and looks at me. “I do not think so.” His voice holds uncertainty- but I turn and look him in the eyes- they hold fear.
“What time is it?”
His forehead knots with the odd question. “Almost seven- why?”
“I need to shower and get to the airport.” I tell him. My flight is leaving a little after nine. Fuck. The bus is leaving the hotel at quarter after seven. As if on cue I can hear my cell phone ringing in the other room.
I half run into the bedroom- finding my pants I dig out my cell phone. “Yea” I demand into it.
Soft laughter greets me. “So I take it you’re not going to make it to the bus.” Recchi’s voice floats over the phone.
“Nope- I’ll get dropped at the airport, would you mind…”
He interrupts me; “yes I’ll get your crap down to the bus for you.”
“Thanks Mark.”
He laughs again. “Your welcome kid. Just remember you owe me”
“Of course- bye.”
“Bye.” He says and then I click off.
I toss the phone onto the bed. That’s when I noticed a few smears of blood marring Patrice’s light blue sheets. Shit.
I go back into the bathroom and Patrice is already in the shower. I pull back the glass and join him. He smiles and opens his arms. “Are you sure you are ok?” he asks again.
I nod at him and grab the bath poof from him. I squeeze a generous amount of shower gel onto it. Lathering it I press Patrice against the wall of the shower and proceed to wash his chest. We share a soft kiss his hands go around me, resting on my hips. “Turn around,” I mummer to him. He complies giving me a questioning look. I run the poof over his back going lower until my hands were rubbing his ass. The soap makes it easily for one of my fingers to slide into him.
He lets out a ragged breath but pushes against me- inviting more. I add some more soap and a second finger. He moans and my other hand moves to find his cock. As I start to stroke him he lets out a low and primal moan. “Fuck me Sidney.”
I kiss his shoulder and withdrawal my fingers from him. He lets out a hiss at the loss. I step away from him and open the shower door. Dripping on the mat, I open the drawer in the vanity and pull out a condom. Stepping back into the shower I rip it open and slide it over myself.
Patrice had move from the wall to the built-in shower seat. One foot was braced on the floor while the other was propped on the shower cubbies on the wall. The site of him open and wanting me makes my cock harder, if that is even possible. He motions me over and I stand between his legs. Leaning down we share a kiss before I grab more shower gel. I slick myself up before pressing into Patrice. It takes a few moments until I’m fully inside of him- my dick surrounded in smoldering vice. He grips my arm holding me still until he’s fully adjusted to my length. He gives me a little nod and I slowly withdrawal and thrust back into him.
Our actions speed up quickly and we’re all out fucking within a minute or two. Our bodies slam together and our moans echo with in the shower stall, but are quieted by the rushing water around us. I feel like I’ve been plugged in With every thrust the intensity grows. The friction getting stronger and more powerful. My hand moves rapidly over Patrice. I’m determined to make him come first.
His eyes are wild- full of pleasure. Our bodies thrusting together, the sounds of wet slapping flesh. I can see Patrice’s balls tighten. He goes ridged and the lets a loud “fuck” strands of sticky white fluid flow over my hand. He tightens painfully around me and I lean forward bracing myself against him as I feel my own release.
I slump against Patrice. My heart going a mile a minute and I’m breathing like I just did ten Herbies. I can feel myself softening and I pull out of Patrice. He lets out a sigh and lowers his legs. He stands up-pulling me tight to him he kisses me, long and hard. He pulls us more directly under the steam of water. I slide the condom off and toss it into the corner of the shower. We finish washing up quickly and then dry off with large fluffy towels. Wrapping one around my waist I stroll into the bedroom. Finding my clothes from last night I pull them on. Since I wore them for less than 3hours they are still basically clean.
Patrice pulls on a t-shirt and wind pants. Slipping on socks and sneakers he starts tossing the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I ask him as I pull on my dress shoes.
“Looking for my keys.”
“Did you look next to the door?”
He shoots me a puzzled glance. “Why they there?”
I smirk. “Because you dropped them when we got in the door.”
“Oh.” He goes out into the outer part of the apartment and sure enough they were on the floor by the door. “So you mind if we go now and get food on the way. Traffic will be very crazy.”
“Sure.” I tell him. I feel my pockets and do a mental run-through of my things- Wallet check, watch check, chain check, Phone- shit. “I’ll be right back I left my phone in the bedroom.”
I go back in and grab my phone off of the bed. When I pick it up I see the blood. A shiver runs down my spine. I’ve never bled before- what was different this time? I don’t really have time to think though- Patrice is calling me and I- we have to leave NOW if I have any hope in hell of catching my plane.
We are basically silent on the trip over to the airport. We kissed goodbye in the parking garage before he pulled out. When he stopped the car he lifted my hand briefly to his lips.
“Goodbye Sidney”
“Bye Patrice, I’ll see you later ok?” He nods and I hop out of the car and make my way inside. It’s only after I’m inside that I realize that I don’t have my boarding pass- nor do I know where I am suppose to be- great.
Luckily I head towards domestic departures and I see most of the team milling around. Good luck on my part. “Good timing kid.” I turn around and See Ryan Malone coming towards me.
I grin. “I know.”
“Recchi has your Passport and boarding pass and stuff.” He tells me over his shoulder as he heads towards a Starbucks.
“Thanks.” I call back at him.
I find Mark standing in a group of guys that included Mario and Ziggy Palffy… great. Mario gives me a quick once-over but doesn’t say anything. He’s mentioning something about an extra practice today. Just what I need an extra practice, on top of almost no sleep and being sore. ‘Who’s fault is that Sidney?’ the evil voice in the back of my mind asks.
I mentally tell it to shut up before attempting to concentrate on the conversation. It didn’t work. Mario excuses himself after a few minutes to go talk to Eddie. As soon as he’s out of earshot the guys start to snicker.
“Have fun last night Sidney?” Ziggy asks.
My reply is a shrug.
“Aww come one give us details who was she?” He presses.
“Who was who?” I asked. Giving him a confused look.
“Who was the girl you banged.” He asks in a slow voice. Punctuating each word.
“I didn’t bang any girl.” I tell him, and this of course is true, I banged Patrice.
“You have that ‘I just got fucked’ look on your face and your lips are swollen.” He points our. Fuck why does Patrice have to be a hard kisser.
“Look just drop it ok- it was nobody important.” I kinda snap at him, and then I feel bad about it.
“Ok sorry, who you bang is your business-dude.” He adds on the end and it sounds weird in his accent.
“Here.” Mark in an attempt to change the conversation shoves my passport and boarding pass into my hands.
“Thanks.” I say.
“Ready to go back home?” he asks.
I laugh. “More like I’m ready for a nap.” I give Ziggy a wink. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”
***
I’m already curled up in a seat and in my asleep-but-not-quite mode before the plane is even beginning to taxi. I learned- the hard way no less- that when most of the guys are awake on a bus, or a plane, that you should never fall fully asleep since very bad things tend to happen when you do.
Point and case shaving cream in my new and very expensive dress shoes. Shredded ties. And the classic whipped cream in the hand.
So yea needless to say I learned quickly how to sleep but-still-be-awake. So that I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of too many practicable jokes. “Can I sit here?” I look up and see Ryan Malone stand next to my seat. I shrug and jester that it’s ok. “Thanks.” He says as he slides into the seat. “I was sitting with Andre but he got all weird and from New York on me.”
I roll my eyes at him, “if you’re not careful I might go weird and Canadian on you- Eh?”
He laughs, “but I can deal with Canadians. It’s the…” he pauses for a second and then says in a loud voice. “WEIRD PEOPLE FROM NEW YORK. I can’t stand.” He lowers his voice back down for the last part.
Over the rows I hear “I heard that Malone! You’re dead.”
I laugh at them. Ryan is trying to think of retort when Mario’s voice booms out from the back of the plane. “If you don’t stop it you’ll both be dead and we’ll leave your asses on the runway!”
Ryan slumps back into his seat and snickers. “He’s just cranky ‘cause we interrupted his nap.”
I stifle my laughter and nod. I’d have to agree with this one.
“Sooo, how in the hell do you get away with staying out all night?” he asks me after the plane had taken off.
“I didn’t stay out all night.” I tell him
“Then how come you’re in the same clothes you wore last night, Recchi had to take your luggage down for you AND cover for your ass.”
I shrug. “I took a taxi to the airport early to avoid the fans.”
He snorts, “that’s bullshit and you and I both know it.”
“That’s my story and I’m stickin' to it.” I tell him.
He laughs and shakes his head. We spend the whole flight talking and I had a great time with him. I’m starting to feel like less of an outsider and more like one of the guys. This is good- I could get used to this.
*~*
Nathalie picked us up at the airport. Mario normally doesn’t like to park in the lot at the airport so she picks us up and drops us off as much as possible. Not that I mind. I can curl up in the back seat and at least catch a little bit of sleep before Mario yells at me. He gave me this ‘we will discuss this later’ look while we were on the plane. I have to say I’m not looking forward to it. He could have reamed me out right on the plane in front of everyone making an example. I kinda wish he would have. No instead he’s going to give me a private one-on-one “I am disappointed in you” speech. Those hurt worse than getting yell at. They really do.
I don’t really notice anything else until Nathalie is shaking me awake because had made it back to their house. I gather my things from the back seat and haul it all upstairs to my room. Then I fall flat on my face in my bed. I want nothing more than sleep and some Tylenol. The relatively short flight had made my side throb. And my ass is screaming in pain. Not to mention my body is exhausted from lack of sleep. And I need go to the bathroom
Sighing I drag myself off of the bed and into the ensuite. I’m groggy from the lack of sleep but while I was in there I notice something in my light coloured boxers- blood. Not a lot of it, barely just enough to notice. But yea there was some there.
It’s official- I’m freaking out about this. I know that sometimes you can bleed, but I never have before. What if this is a sign of something more serious? What if I have internal bleeding and I don’t know it and I’ll die here.
Ok Sidney GET A GRIP. I need to calm down and think about this rationally. Taking a few deep breaths I pace the confines of my bathroom. My head is starting to pound. Great. I yank open the medicine cabinet. Grabbing the Tylenol my eyes fall on a bottle of prescription painkillers. No, not going there.
Slamming the cabinet I shake out a few pills and swallow them with a handful of water from the sink. I open the bathroom door, clicking off the light I take a few steps and again I fall face forward onto my bed.
Think. What can I do about this? Is there anything I can really do about this? Is it best just to let it go? Or should I actually call the team Doc. And get it check out. Calling the team Doc. would mean that I would have to revel my sexuality to him. Dammit I wish there was a Doctor I could call that already knew all of this. Someone who would just answer my questions.
I pull the pillows over my head to block out the sudden noise the kids are making downstairs. Sometimes I wish I was back in my room in Rimouski. At least it was always quite there. Not the sudden crazy hubbub that it is here.
Wait!
I sit up and go over to my suitcase I grab my cell phone. Scrolling through the numbers I find Michelle’s office one.
Taking a deep breath I press send. The shrill ring fills my ears and then the smooth voice of Michelle’s secretary. “Hello Dr. Ruston’s office this Kimberly speaking how may I help you.” She states in french.
“Hi Kim. It’s Patrick Cole.” I tell her in English-using my long-standing code name.
“Hey sweetie.” She immediately switched to English. “What can I do for you love?”
“I was wondering if I could talk to Michelle.”
“Mmm,” I hear clicking keys and then she says. “She’s got some time in about ten minutes she can call you back then hon.”
“Ok. Does she have my Pittsburgh cell number?” I hear her hesitate and I just rattle off the numbers. “Thanks Kim.” I tell her
“Your welcome love.” She says before we both hang up. Instead of just sitting I go and pull my laptop out. I have a DSL line in my room so I hook it all up. Stopping my MSN from signing in I go straight to Google. Typing in Anal Sex + Bleeding I click on the first link that comes up. It’s from “Ask Alice” I read through it quickly and click on a few of the other links.
I feel the pit of my stomach growing. It could be nothing. Or it could be something as huge as I would need surgery. I’m so intently staring at the screen that when my phone rings I jump.
Glancing at the caller ID the familiar number puts me at ease. “Hello.”
“Hi Sidney,” Michelle’s voice replies.
“Hey.” I stand up and hit ‘play’ on my CD player before going into the bathroom and shut the door. This is one conversation I don’t want over heard.
“How are you doing?” Her voice is soft but it holds question.
“I…” I’m not sure how to ask this. “Michelle.”
“Yes.”
“I slept with Patrice last night.” I had already told her all about the Brazil trip.
“Alright.” Her even voice steadies me for what I have to say next.
I suck in a deep breath “When I woke up this morning. There was blood on the sheets and on me. This is the first time I’ve ever bled and I’m really fucking scared.”
“Ok. Sidney I need you to stay calm, can you do that for me.”
“Uh-huh” I can feel my heart pounding in my ears.
“How much blood was there.”
A mental picture of Patrice’s sheets fills my head. The thought of it makes me dizzy and I sit down on the closed toilet lid before I answer. “There was some smears on the sheets. And a little bit on me.” I swallow and then continue, “and there was some in my underwear.”
“What colour is it?”
“Red.” I tell her. “Bright red.”
“Do you have a fever?”
“I don’t know.” I tell her. “I don’t think so.”
“On a scale of one to ten how bad is the pain.”
God she sounds so much like a doctor. “Three maybe.”
“Can you describe the pain is it shooting, sharp, burning, stabbing, aching….”
I interrupt her. “Aching.”
I can almost hear the wheels in her head turning. “Is there anything different about this time compared to any other time you’ve had sex?”
“I… Let me think.” I tell her. I close my eyes and I can feel Patrice’s hands on me; his breath on my body. His mouth surrounding me. His fingers sliding into me. Then it clicks. “Lube.”
“Sorry?”
I sigh. “We didn’t use lube.”
“Alright. Sidney I would prefer you to go and see a Doctor there. However I understand that your are extremely reluctant to reveal this type of thing to anyone. It sounds like you may have a small fissure. You should be ok in a few days. I suggest that you don’t engage in any sexual activities until you feel better. If you start having a fever or any abdominal pain or the bleeding increases any you HAVE to get yourself to the Doctor Sidney.” I can hear the stress in her voice.
“I will Michelle- thank you.”
“You’re welcome Sidney. Now how is everything else doing?” We discuss the team, -Marc included. Living with Mario and life in Pittsburgh. When I hang up with her twenty minutes later I feel a hundred times better.
I splash some water on my face and then I go back into my room. Stripping off of my suit I change into a track pants and a t-shirt. Turning up my CD slightly I sit back down at my computer and this time I sign into my MSN. I also sign into my Gmail account. No one I want to talk to is on MSN, so I set myself to away. Clicking on my Gmail account I see I have five e-mails. One from Taylor. One from Patrice. Two jokes from people I know and something forwarded from my Website manager.
I click on the one from Patrice. Just him suggesting that we should get together next time our teams play. I mark it to reply to later.
I click on Taylor’s e-mail. It’s one of her long ramble filled e-mails about everything that is going on in her life. It amuses me greatly to read her re-counts of school and gymnastics. I fire a quick reply back to her. With a promise to call in a few days. Sometimes it’s hard because we are so far apart in age. But I try my best to include her in my life. I really love my little sister. Some days she’s the only family member that I really truly love.
Checking my MSN again, still no one online that I want to talk to. I sign off that and x-out of my gmail. I was thinking of checking e-bay when there is a knock at the door.
“Come in.” I call over the music. Reaching over I turn the CD player down as Nathalie comes into the room. “Hi,” I say. Flicking my music completely off.
“Sidney.” I look at her face and she has the ‘I’m going to say something that you don’t want to hear’ look on her face.
“What Nathalie?” I say slapping the lid of my laptop down and turning to face her, where she was now perched on the edge of my slightly messy bed.
“I wanted to tell you how disappointed I was in you last night. Taking off after the game and staying out all night. Do you realize how dangerous that is? Not only to your career but to you as well.” She pauses to take a breath but I stop her.
“I went over to Patrice Bergeron’s apartment.” I explain. “We hung out, played video games, and had fun. Patrice is one of the few guys I know who doesn’t care who I am or how good I am at hockey. We are really great friends. And I didn’t go back to the hotel because by the time we wound down it was crazy late. So I stayed in his spare bedroom and then he took me to the airport in time to meet the team. I had my cell phone on the whole night if anyone needed me they could have called that.”
Nathalie gives me the ‘I don’t entirely believe you’ look but then says. “Did anyone else know where you were going?”
“Mark.”
“Mark…”
She trails off and I finish her sentence “Recchi- I told him before we left for the game and he told me it would be cool.” Picking up my cell phone I toss it to her. “It’s under Recchi in the number directory if you want to ask him yourself.”
She looks at my phone for a second and then tosses it back to me. “I know his number.” She tells me. Standing up she makes her way to the door. “Oh and Sid. If Mario asks, tell him a yelled at you really good ok?”
I laugh at her. “Ok Nathalie thanks. Will you tell Mario I’m sorry though-I didn’t mean to make him worry.”
“I will.” She says at the doorway. “Oh and Sid. Supper will be in forty-five minutes.” She tells me before leaving my room, shutting the door with a soft click.
Taking a deep breath I let it out slowly, I hope she believed my story about just hanging out with Patrice. Sighing I open my laptop back up and reach over to flick my music back on. As I do my stomach growls. Good thing supper is soon. I’m starving.
Game 9- vs. Florida
This is incredible. Absolutely incredible. I slam the door to the box. Fucking unsportsmanlike conduct my ass. Grabbing the water bottle I squirt some into my mouth. Swishing it around I spit it out. In the other box Sean Hill is still bitching about something. Fuck at least it’s still five on five. God we need to win this game.
*~*
I break my stick on the bench when I enter the locker room, MOTHERFUCKER! We have lost the first nine games of our season. I work my ass off, I get a point and we still lose in overtime.
“Calm down kid.” I look up and see Mario standing next to me.
“Just, leave me alone for a minute ok.” I snap at him.
He touches my shoulder but then he backs off. I strip off and then I hit the bike- pounding my feet makes me feel a little better, but I’m still disgusted by us. Right now we can’t even buy a game. I finish my after game workout and I hit the showers. I stand under the near scalding water until I resemble a prune. Finally giving up I wash my hair and then get out of the shower. The locker room is deserted when I get back. Shit did I take that long? I dress quickly and then wander out to find Mario. He’s sitting in the player’s lounge watching the news.
“I’m sorry.” I say to him.
He smiles, standing up, as he flicks off the TV. “It’s understandable.”
“I’m still sorry, I’m just so frustrated. Me being here was suppose to be the difference, but it hasn’t made on lick of difference.” I make my way over to the coat rack and grab my light dress jacket.
“Yet.” Mario points out. I nod. “Come on kid, let’s go home Nathalie will be worried about you.” He picks his jacket up off of the couch. Following me out of the lounge he hits the lights.
We make our way out to his car. I hate making Mario wait around for me. I can see the pure exhaustion in his face. I know he’s fighting it. But something is not quite right with his health. I don’t know what is wrong though. Something is just, off. “I really need to get a car.” I tell him as I slide into the leather seat.
“You’ll have some time coming up, why don’t you look into what you want.” He says diplomatically.
I nod and flick on the heated seats. My body is already hot from the game and the shower, but it still feels good to be nestled into the warm leather. “I want heated seats.” I tell him and he laughs.
“A huge plus in the winter.” Mario declares before pulling out of the player parking lot.
“Tell me about it, I wish they had this stuff when I was a kid, it would have gotten me out of bed a little bit faster to get to the rink at 5am.” The fond memories of the sleepy early morning drives to the rink has me suddenly missing Mom.
“I thought you like to get up in the morning to play hockey.”
“I did! But heated seats would have made me get up faster.” That comment makes Mario laugh. We spend the rest of the ride home sharing hockey memories. It’s times like this that it really hits me. I am 18 and playing in the NHL with a legend of the game. I am probably one of the luckiest people I know.
So why do I feel so crappy about who I am and what I’m doing right now?
Game 10- vs. Atlanta
My mind is buzzing, we CANNOT! Go down ten games, we just can’t. The announcer’s voice comes over the PA system, asking everyone to remove their headgear. I do and a few moments later the now familiar strands of the American National anthem start.
“Oh, say can you see…” O Canada
“What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming…” Our home and native land
“Whose broad stripes and bright stars…” True patriot love in all thy sons command
“O'er the ramparts we watched…” With glowing hearts we see thee rise.
“And the rockets' red glare…” The True North strong and free!
“Gave proof through the night…” Car ton bras sait porter l'épée, Il sait porter la croix.
“O'er the land of the free…” Ton histoire est une epopee. Des plus brillants exploits.
“Where the foe's haughty host…” From far and wide,
“What is that which the breeze…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
“As it fitfully blows, now conceals…” God keep our land glorious and free!
“Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
“O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
My helmet goes back on my head, Game time.
*~*
I don’t believe it. 4-0 on the first 10 shots of the game. We have kissed this game away before it’s even started. The clock reads 10:10 of the first period when a time-out is called. I skate over to the bench. I’m surprised to see John LeClair standing up.
“What the fuck are we doing out here. We look like we are playing in a fucking beer league. We need to play as a team. Work our asses off and come out of this game a winner. Forget about the last four goals, lets play this game like its still nothing-nothing and come back and win this. We've got to step up because nobody's going to get us out of this but ourselves.”
The buzzer sounds, forget about the last ten minutes, NOW! It’s game time.
*~*
A perfect pass, and then Mario gets the puck and bangs it home. I skate over to the group taping helmets we congratulate each other, but the celebration doesn’t last long- it’s still only 4-1 we need to get back to work.
Yes! Goal number two of the night for Mario. I join the post-goal celebration, before lining up for my next face-off. This game is MINE!
ALRIGHT! Sergei! He knocked one home from Recchi and Mario. Take the ice with him a few minutes later I flick him a pass and he drives it home. Goal number two! And we did it! We’re tied! Just one more, please just one more.
*~*
Mario with Five points! Sergei with Three, and me with Two.
We did it! We finally did it. The locker room is rocking and I don’t think I could come down from cloud nine even if I tried.
I finally on an NHL hockey game. WE! Finally won our first game of the season.
“HEY KID!!!” LeClair shouts to me as the strolls into the room after a post game interview.
“Yea.” I say looking over to him.
“CATCH!” a piece of black rubber goes flying through the air and I do catch it.
“Huh?” I say turning the puck over to look at it, this is the game puck why the hell do I have it??
“For your first NHL win kid, save it, one day you’ll save the puck from your last one.” I look up and see Mario standing next to me. He has tears in his eyes.
“Not for many years to come I hope.” I tell him, kinda chocked up. He gives me a half hug and I smile, finally we won.
Finally.
~Fin!
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Crosby/Bergeron, mentions of Crosby/Fleury, Bergeron/Thorton, Bergeron/Raycroft.
Dedication:
starbucks2940!!! Thanks for the beta!, boardnow and penguinsrcool9 my little research assistants! I couldn’t have done this with out you *smish!!!* Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is written from the fictitious point of view. All the characters feelings and thoughts are those of the author. All persons, names and logos belong to their perspective copy rights or perspective persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
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A/N: This is my Thirteenth Sidney fic in the A Little Left Of Center Series.
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*~*
I drive us slowly and carefully back to Brad and Vinny’s hotel. They pile out of the back seat laughing and waving, before disappearing inside. Marc is asleep against the window as I pull into the underground parking beneath his hotel. I wake him up and but he falls all over me.
He gives me his hotel key and I drag him to the elevators.
“Hey Sid.” He says to me as the doors slide open and I drag him inside with me.
“Yes Marc?”
He looks around and after the doors slide closed he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I still love you.”
*~*
“Marc you’re drunk.” I tell him as I push him away from me.
“I am drunk. But I am still in love with you.” He slurs.
“Marc that’s enough.”
“No. I want you Sid.”
I don’t have a chance to respond the doors opened to the lobby and a girl who was hanging off of a guy enter the elevator. He presses the button for the floor above Marc and we ride up in silence with the exception of the girl giggling drunkenly.
We step off of the elevator and as the door slides shut the girl declares loudly. “Oh my gawd that was Sidney Crosby!!”
I let out a low moan. I hate getting recognized.
I reach his hotel room and swiping the card key Marc stumbles into the room after me.
Marc grabs me as soon as I have the door shut. He presses a wet and sloppy kiss to my lips. I don’t respond except to push him away.
“Marc.” I tell him firmly, “you don’t want to do this. You’ve had way to much to drink and you’ll regret it in the morning.”
“Non. Sidney Je t'aime.”
I sigh and push him away directing towards his bed. “I love you too Marc. But I’m not in-love with you.”
“Non.”
“Yes.” I half snap at him. I sit him on the bed and bend down to untie his shoes.
“Pourquoi faites-vous ceci à moi?” He half whines at me.
“I’m not doing anything to you- you’re doing this to your self.”
“M'envoient en bas de vous savent.” He says in a soft voice
“Down?” I say with a quizzical look. “Down where?”
“To the AHL- they do not need me anymore. personne besoin je” he replies. Sadness fills his voice and I think my heart breaks a little.
“I need you Marc.” I tell him sitting next to him on the bed. “You saved my life remember.”
“Oui…”
I interrupt what he was going to say. “Then don’t please. You mean a lot to me still. We’re still friends. AND teammates. “
“Mais…”
“No buts.” I tell him before softly kissing his cheek.
He sighs. “Ok- will you stay. Please?”
I smile. “I’ll stay as long as we just sleep.”
Marc nods. “Just sleep.”
I get ready for bed and then help Marc do the same. He’s so trashed he doesn’t care if he brushes his teeth or not.
It takes awhile but we both crawl into bed. Me in borrowed PJ bottoms-that are like four inches too long for me- and Marc in his boxers. I rest my head on his chest. Closing my eyes I can feel exhaustion tugging at me from ever corner. Just before I drift off to sleep I swear I hear Marc say, “J'ai vous ai toujours aimé” he has always loved me.
Game 7 vs. New Jersey
Skate Sidney Skate. I tell myself. This game has gone horrible so far. Recchi passes me the puck and I wind up for a shot.
Pain- blinding fucking pain.
I feel myself drop to the ice. Fuck- motherfucker of all fucks that HURTS!
I try and regain my composure. When I feel someone leaning over me. “Are you ok Sidney?” I glance up and see my team captain looking down at me with concern in his eyes.
“Yea. I think I took a stick to the face.” I tell him. I wiggle my glove off and touch my face. No blood. Good.
He helps me up- but I can still see he is freaked out by me going down. We skate back to the bench together- we get a power play because of the highstick- but fuck if we do anything with it.
I’m frustrated at the end of the game and I let it show to the media. There is no excuse for losing 6-3.We have the longest winless streak in Pens history! SEVEN games.
I finish with the media and then change and shower. I’m half dressed when Mark Recchi comes over to me.
“Hey Kid how you doing?” he asks plopping himself down next to me.
“Eh- ok.”
“Let me see your face.” He says and I turn so he can see the dark blue bruise that adorns my cheekbone. “Looks nasty kid.”
“Yea- I don’t feel it now- hurt like a bitch we it happened though.” I shrug into my dress shirt and button it up quickly before tucking it in.
Recchi nods. “It looked like it got your eye. Freaked Mario out like you wouldn’t believe.”
I shrug and attempt to tie my tie. “I probably would have if I wasn’t wear a visor.” I frown I cannot talk and tie at the same time.
“Why do you wear a visor anyway- I thought you hate them.”
I shrug and I am just about to throw the damn tie across the room. Recchi rolls his eyes and takes it away from me. “I hate it with a passion, I was going to take it off when I got to the NHL- but when I saw Stevie Y go down like that in the ’04 playoffs it freaked me out. I still wasn’t going to- but when he put on the visor I figured if one of the games best leaders can wear it- then so can I.” I pull my suit jacket on and Mark hands me back my now properly tied tie. “Thanks.” I tell him slipping it over my head, “I know it lame but,” I shrug, “It’s my reasoning.”
Recchi’s reply is to stand up and slap me on the back. “You know kid. I think it makes a whole heck of a lot of sense.” He smiles before leaving the locker room and into the outer player lounge.
I pull my dress shoes on and then follow him- time to find Mario and head home.
Before Game 8 @ Boston
My cell phone rings rudely waking me from my pre-game nap.
“Answer the fucking phone.” Recchi groans pulling the pillow over his head.
“What?” I snap into the phone
“Did I wake you?” The softly accent voice makes my heart skip a beat.
“Yea-hang on a sec.” I tell him before slipping out of bed. Mark grunts at me before turning over and going back to his soft snoring. I don’t speak again until I’m locked in the bathroom. Even then my voice is softer than normal. “Hi Patrice.”
I can hear the smile in his voice “Hey. I am sorry I thought you would be awake by now.”
“It’s ok.” I tell him.
“When are you flying back to Pits?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“You up to coming over tonight after the game.”
“Yea… Damn, I’m rooming with Recchi. I dunno how cool he’ll be with me hanging out with you after the game.”
“Ask him- heck everyone knew that we were friends during World Jr’s I doubt he would think twice about covering for your ass.”
I roll my eyes- even though he can’t see me. “I’ll try.”
“Awesome I will see you at the game.”
“Yea- bye.”
“Later Sid.” He says before I hear him click off the phone.
I set my phone on the counter and get ready to go to the rink. When I exit the bathroom Recchi is sitting up in bed attempting to wake up.
“Who was that kid?” he ask sleepily.
“Bergy.” I tell him while shifting through my suitcase looking for some clean underwear and a not completely wrinkled shirt.
“Bergy…” he trailed off with question in his voice.
“Patrice Bergeron. We played in the World Jr’s. together last year” I explain. I grab my suit out of my garment bag. It looks ok- not too wrinkled. I can get away with wearing it- I hate ironing. I’m the only person I know that ends up with more wrinkles when their finished ironing than when they started.
Recchi yawns. “You two hanging out after the game?” he asks as he extracts himself from the bed sheets.
“Yea. He wants me to go over and hang out after the game.”
“You gonna make curfew?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“So- in other words you are asking me to cover your ass while you go out and break curfew?”
“Well…”
He gives me a shit-eating grin. “I’ll cover for you kid- but you owe me a nice dinner.”
I return his grin. “Deal.” I tell him before he disappears into the bathroom to get ready for the game.
~~~
“Oh, say can you see…” O Canada
“What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming…” Our home and native land
“Whose broad stripes and bright stars…” True patriot love in all thy sons command
“O'er the ramparts we watched…” With glowing hearts we see thee rise.
“And the rockets' red glare…” The True North strong and free!
“Gave proof through the night…” Car ton bras sait porter l'épée, Il sait porter la croix.
“O'er the land of the free…” Ton histoire est une epopee. Des plus brillants exploits.
“Where the foe's haughty host…” From far and wide,
“What is that which the breeze…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
This time it’s an really sore note that the singer hit that distracts me. I lose the words to the national anthem in my head and I can’t get it back. Dammit, I feel like I’m never going to be able to sing the song in my head, which is weird for me since I’m so used to hearing it at-basically-every game I’ve played since I was a kid.
The Anthem’s over and I slap my helmet back on- Game time.
~~~
I give up. I seriously give up. I worked my ass off- I even got two points and we still lose. 6-3 to the Bruins. We’re on an eight game losing streak. This has to be the most games I’ve lost EVER. Like at any point in my life- ever. I’m frustrated. God am I ever frustrated.
Which of course explains when I am outside freezing my ass off waiting for a certain Bruin.
Patrice texted me to meet him outside in five. That was twenty minutes ago. I’m about to go back in when he comes barreling out the door.
Grabbing my arm he steers me towards his car babbling an apology in both official Canadian languages. I can make out about half of what he is saying. Something about couches and Goalie. And Joe. Ahh that would be why he was in such a rush to get away from the arena. When we are safely out of the parking lot and onto the weird Boston highway heading towards his apartment I finally speak up.
“You ok Pats?” I ask him.
He glances at me briefly before nodding. “I- am ok.” He says slowly. “I will explain more later- but now we enjoy time we have.”
I smile and lean back in my seat. “Ok.” I tell him. He takes one hand off the wheel and lays it on top of my thigh. It stays there until he pulls into the underground parking of his apartment building.
I follow him up to his fifth floor apartment. I would like to say it was nicely decorated. But the truth of the matter is that I didn’t really pay attention to his apartment. Not when I had demanding lips on mine and hands dragging me towards a darkened bedroom.
The sex was hard and fast. We were soaked in sweat and other bodily fluids. In the darkness of the room after our second round of mind blowing sex-Patrice curls up on top of me and he starts to talk.
He tells me about training camp and how Joe treated him. But he didn’t give into him. And about the guys standing up for him towards the end of camp- when the saw what was really going on. He tells me about how he was more-or-less forced into coming forward to the management about Joe’s behavior towards him. How he was terrified to do it- but how he knew he had to. How supportive Andrew has been towards him. Funny how we are both attracted to goalies. And finally his very slowly budding relationship with his goalie.
After he’s done talking we both fall into a very deep and dreamless sleep. The kind that you only have after a very satisfying orgasm or two.
~~~
I start to slowly awaken when the warm body that was in bed slides out. Allowing the cold to seep in under the covers. Fuck it’s only October. I pull the covers closer around me. I don’t want to wake up-yet.
I lay there for a few moments- slowly letting my body to wake up. I move and a reminder from the game throbs on my side. Letting out a groan I pull the covers even tighter around me.
Today is definitely a day when I don’t want to get out of bed.
“Sidney.” A voice from far away jerks me into the present.
“What.” I grumble from beneath the covers.
“You have to get up- we slept late.”
“Fuck.” I reply before throwing the covers off. My feet hit the icy floor and I let out another curse. The cold shoots through my already sore body. I pad quickly into the bathroom. I take a piss and Patrice calls into the bathroom that there is a new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. I open it up and there is indeed a new toothbrush in there. I unwrap the toothbrush and squeeze a large amount of paste onto the brush. I set to work scrubbing my teeth when Patrice comes into the bathroom.
“Sidney are you ok?” he asks- looking slightly pale.
I shrug and nod since I have a mouth full of toothpaste.
“Are you sure?”
I spit the toothpaste into the sink. “I’m fine.” I tell him before starting to rinse my mouth out. “Why?” I ask in-between mouthfuls of water.
“Because- you’re bleeding.” Patrice looks terrified.
“Fuck.” I hiss. My hands go to my ass and I can feel the dried blood. I can feel my heart pick up and start racing. “Am I…” I swallow fuck I don’t want to me asking this question. “Am I still bleeding –there-?” I ask him.
“I…” He takes a breath and looks at me. “I do not think so.” His voice holds uncertainty- but I turn and look him in the eyes- they hold fear.
“What time is it?”
His forehead knots with the odd question. “Almost seven- why?”
“I need to shower and get to the airport.” I tell him. My flight is leaving a little after nine. Fuck. The bus is leaving the hotel at quarter after seven. As if on cue I can hear my cell phone ringing in the other room.
I half run into the bedroom- finding my pants I dig out my cell phone. “Yea” I demand into it.
Soft laughter greets me. “So I take it you’re not going to make it to the bus.” Recchi’s voice floats over the phone.
“Nope- I’ll get dropped at the airport, would you mind…”
He interrupts me; “yes I’ll get your crap down to the bus for you.”
“Thanks Mark.”
He laughs again. “Your welcome kid. Just remember you owe me”
“Of course- bye.”
“Bye.” He says and then I click off.
I toss the phone onto the bed. That’s when I noticed a few smears of blood marring Patrice’s light blue sheets. Shit.
I go back into the bathroom and Patrice is already in the shower. I pull back the glass and join him. He smiles and opens his arms. “Are you sure you are ok?” he asks again.
I nod at him and grab the bath poof from him. I squeeze a generous amount of shower gel onto it. Lathering it I press Patrice against the wall of the shower and proceed to wash his chest. We share a soft kiss his hands go around me, resting on my hips. “Turn around,” I mummer to him. He complies giving me a questioning look. I run the poof over his back going lower until my hands were rubbing his ass. The soap makes it easily for one of my fingers to slide into him.
He lets out a ragged breath but pushes against me- inviting more. I add some more soap and a second finger. He moans and my other hand moves to find his cock. As I start to stroke him he lets out a low and primal moan. “Fuck me Sidney.”
I kiss his shoulder and withdrawal my fingers from him. He lets out a hiss at the loss. I step away from him and open the shower door. Dripping on the mat, I open the drawer in the vanity and pull out a condom. Stepping back into the shower I rip it open and slide it over myself.
Patrice had move from the wall to the built-in shower seat. One foot was braced on the floor while the other was propped on the shower cubbies on the wall. The site of him open and wanting me makes my cock harder, if that is even possible. He motions me over and I stand between his legs. Leaning down we share a kiss before I grab more shower gel. I slick myself up before pressing into Patrice. It takes a few moments until I’m fully inside of him- my dick surrounded in smoldering vice. He grips my arm holding me still until he’s fully adjusted to my length. He gives me a little nod and I slowly withdrawal and thrust back into him.
Our actions speed up quickly and we’re all out fucking within a minute or two. Our bodies slam together and our moans echo with in the shower stall, but are quieted by the rushing water around us. I feel like I’ve been plugged in With every thrust the intensity grows. The friction getting stronger and more powerful. My hand moves rapidly over Patrice. I’m determined to make him come first.
His eyes are wild- full of pleasure. Our bodies thrusting together, the sounds of wet slapping flesh. I can see Patrice’s balls tighten. He goes ridged and the lets a loud “fuck” strands of sticky white fluid flow over my hand. He tightens painfully around me and I lean forward bracing myself against him as I feel my own release.
I slump against Patrice. My heart going a mile a minute and I’m breathing like I just did ten Herbies. I can feel myself softening and I pull out of Patrice. He lets out a sigh and lowers his legs. He stands up-pulling me tight to him he kisses me, long and hard. He pulls us more directly under the steam of water. I slide the condom off and toss it into the corner of the shower. We finish washing up quickly and then dry off with large fluffy towels. Wrapping one around my waist I stroll into the bedroom. Finding my clothes from last night I pull them on. Since I wore them for less than 3hours they are still basically clean.
Patrice pulls on a t-shirt and wind pants. Slipping on socks and sneakers he starts tossing the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I ask him as I pull on my dress shoes.
“Looking for my keys.”
“Did you look next to the door?”
He shoots me a puzzled glance. “Why they there?”
I smirk. “Because you dropped them when we got in the door.”
“Oh.” He goes out into the outer part of the apartment and sure enough they were on the floor by the door. “So you mind if we go now and get food on the way. Traffic will be very crazy.”
“Sure.” I tell him. I feel my pockets and do a mental run-through of my things- Wallet check, watch check, chain check, Phone- shit. “I’ll be right back I left my phone in the bedroom.”
I go back in and grab my phone off of the bed. When I pick it up I see the blood. A shiver runs down my spine. I’ve never bled before- what was different this time? I don’t really have time to think though- Patrice is calling me and I- we have to leave NOW if I have any hope in hell of catching my plane.
We are basically silent on the trip over to the airport. We kissed goodbye in the parking garage before he pulled out. When he stopped the car he lifted my hand briefly to his lips.
“Goodbye Sidney”
“Bye Patrice, I’ll see you later ok?” He nods and I hop out of the car and make my way inside. It’s only after I’m inside that I realize that I don’t have my boarding pass- nor do I know where I am suppose to be- great.
Luckily I head towards domestic departures and I see most of the team milling around. Good luck on my part. “Good timing kid.” I turn around and See Ryan Malone coming towards me.
I grin. “I know.”
“Recchi has your Passport and boarding pass and stuff.” He tells me over his shoulder as he heads towards a Starbucks.
“Thanks.” I call back at him.
I find Mark standing in a group of guys that included Mario and Ziggy Palffy… great. Mario gives me a quick once-over but doesn’t say anything. He’s mentioning something about an extra practice today. Just what I need an extra practice, on top of almost no sleep and being sore. ‘Who’s fault is that Sidney?’ the evil voice in the back of my mind asks.
I mentally tell it to shut up before attempting to concentrate on the conversation. It didn’t work. Mario excuses himself after a few minutes to go talk to Eddie. As soon as he’s out of earshot the guys start to snicker.
“Have fun last night Sidney?” Ziggy asks.
My reply is a shrug.
“Aww come one give us details who was she?” He presses.
“Who was who?” I asked. Giving him a confused look.
“Who was the girl you banged.” He asks in a slow voice. Punctuating each word.
“I didn’t bang any girl.” I tell him, and this of course is true, I banged Patrice.
“You have that ‘I just got fucked’ look on your face and your lips are swollen.” He points our. Fuck why does Patrice have to be a hard kisser.
“Look just drop it ok- it was nobody important.” I kinda snap at him, and then I feel bad about it.
“Ok sorry, who you bang is your business-dude.” He adds on the end and it sounds weird in his accent.
“Here.” Mark in an attempt to change the conversation shoves my passport and boarding pass into my hands.
“Thanks.” I say.
“Ready to go back home?” he asks.
I laugh. “More like I’m ready for a nap.” I give Ziggy a wink. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”
***
I’m already curled up in a seat and in my asleep-but-not-quite mode before the plane is even beginning to taxi. I learned- the hard way no less- that when most of the guys are awake on a bus, or a plane, that you should never fall fully asleep since very bad things tend to happen when you do.
Point and case shaving cream in my new and very expensive dress shoes. Shredded ties. And the classic whipped cream in the hand.
So yea needless to say I learned quickly how to sleep but-still-be-awake. So that I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of too many practicable jokes. “Can I sit here?” I look up and see Ryan Malone stand next to my seat. I shrug and jester that it’s ok. “Thanks.” He says as he slides into the seat. “I was sitting with Andre but he got all weird and from New York on me.”
I roll my eyes at him, “if you’re not careful I might go weird and Canadian on you- Eh?”
He laughs, “but I can deal with Canadians. It’s the…” he pauses for a second and then says in a loud voice. “WEIRD PEOPLE FROM NEW YORK. I can’t stand.” He lowers his voice back down for the last part.
Over the rows I hear “I heard that Malone! You’re dead.”
I laugh at them. Ryan is trying to think of retort when Mario’s voice booms out from the back of the plane. “If you don’t stop it you’ll both be dead and we’ll leave your asses on the runway!”
Ryan slumps back into his seat and snickers. “He’s just cranky ‘cause we interrupted his nap.”
I stifle my laughter and nod. I’d have to agree with this one.
“Sooo, how in the hell do you get away with staying out all night?” he asks me after the plane had taken off.
“I didn’t stay out all night.” I tell him
“Then how come you’re in the same clothes you wore last night, Recchi had to take your luggage down for you AND cover for your ass.”
I shrug. “I took a taxi to the airport early to avoid the fans.”
He snorts, “that’s bullshit and you and I both know it.”
“That’s my story and I’m stickin' to it.” I tell him.
He laughs and shakes his head. We spend the whole flight talking and I had a great time with him. I’m starting to feel like less of an outsider and more like one of the guys. This is good- I could get used to this.
*~*
Nathalie picked us up at the airport. Mario normally doesn’t like to park in the lot at the airport so she picks us up and drops us off as much as possible. Not that I mind. I can curl up in the back seat and at least catch a little bit of sleep before Mario yells at me. He gave me this ‘we will discuss this later’ look while we were on the plane. I have to say I’m not looking forward to it. He could have reamed me out right on the plane in front of everyone making an example. I kinda wish he would have. No instead he’s going to give me a private one-on-one “I am disappointed in you” speech. Those hurt worse than getting yell at. They really do.
I don’t really notice anything else until Nathalie is shaking me awake because had made it back to their house. I gather my things from the back seat and haul it all upstairs to my room. Then I fall flat on my face in my bed. I want nothing more than sleep and some Tylenol. The relatively short flight had made my side throb. And my ass is screaming in pain. Not to mention my body is exhausted from lack of sleep. And I need go to the bathroom
Sighing I drag myself off of the bed and into the ensuite. I’m groggy from the lack of sleep but while I was in there I notice something in my light coloured boxers- blood. Not a lot of it, barely just enough to notice. But yea there was some there.
It’s official- I’m freaking out about this. I know that sometimes you can bleed, but I never have before. What if this is a sign of something more serious? What if I have internal bleeding and I don’t know it and I’ll die here.
Ok Sidney GET A GRIP. I need to calm down and think about this rationally. Taking a few deep breaths I pace the confines of my bathroom. My head is starting to pound. Great. I yank open the medicine cabinet. Grabbing the Tylenol my eyes fall on a bottle of prescription painkillers. No, not going there.
Slamming the cabinet I shake out a few pills and swallow them with a handful of water from the sink. I open the bathroom door, clicking off the light I take a few steps and again I fall face forward onto my bed.
Think. What can I do about this? Is there anything I can really do about this? Is it best just to let it go? Or should I actually call the team Doc. And get it check out. Calling the team Doc. would mean that I would have to revel my sexuality to him. Dammit I wish there was a Doctor I could call that already knew all of this. Someone who would just answer my questions.
I pull the pillows over my head to block out the sudden noise the kids are making downstairs. Sometimes I wish I was back in my room in Rimouski. At least it was always quite there. Not the sudden crazy hubbub that it is here.
Wait!
I sit up and go over to my suitcase I grab my cell phone. Scrolling through the numbers I find Michelle’s office one.
Taking a deep breath I press send. The shrill ring fills my ears and then the smooth voice of Michelle’s secretary. “Hello Dr. Ruston’s office this Kimberly speaking how may I help you.” She states in french.
“Hi Kim. It’s Patrick Cole.” I tell her in English-using my long-standing code name.
“Hey sweetie.” She immediately switched to English. “What can I do for you love?”
“I was wondering if I could talk to Michelle.”
“Mmm,” I hear clicking keys and then she says. “She’s got some time in about ten minutes she can call you back then hon.”
“Ok. Does she have my Pittsburgh cell number?” I hear her hesitate and I just rattle off the numbers. “Thanks Kim.” I tell her
“Your welcome love.” She says before we both hang up. Instead of just sitting I go and pull my laptop out. I have a DSL line in my room so I hook it all up. Stopping my MSN from signing in I go straight to Google. Typing in Anal Sex + Bleeding I click on the first link that comes up. It’s from “Ask Alice” I read through it quickly and click on a few of the other links.
I feel the pit of my stomach growing. It could be nothing. Or it could be something as huge as I would need surgery. I’m so intently staring at the screen that when my phone rings I jump.
Glancing at the caller ID the familiar number puts me at ease. “Hello.”
“Hi Sidney,” Michelle’s voice replies.
“Hey.” I stand up and hit ‘play’ on my CD player before going into the bathroom and shut the door. This is one conversation I don’t want over heard.
“How are you doing?” Her voice is soft but it holds question.
“I…” I’m not sure how to ask this. “Michelle.”
“Yes.”
“I slept with Patrice last night.” I had already told her all about the Brazil trip.
“Alright.” Her even voice steadies me for what I have to say next.
I suck in a deep breath “When I woke up this morning. There was blood on the sheets and on me. This is the first time I’ve ever bled and I’m really fucking scared.”
“Ok. Sidney I need you to stay calm, can you do that for me.”
“Uh-huh” I can feel my heart pounding in my ears.
“How much blood was there.”
A mental picture of Patrice’s sheets fills my head. The thought of it makes me dizzy and I sit down on the closed toilet lid before I answer. “There was some smears on the sheets. And a little bit on me.” I swallow and then continue, “and there was some in my underwear.”
“What colour is it?”
“Red.” I tell her. “Bright red.”
“Do you have a fever?”
“I don’t know.” I tell her. “I don’t think so.”
“On a scale of one to ten how bad is the pain.”
God she sounds so much like a doctor. “Three maybe.”
“Can you describe the pain is it shooting, sharp, burning, stabbing, aching….”
I interrupt her. “Aching.”
I can almost hear the wheels in her head turning. “Is there anything different about this time compared to any other time you’ve had sex?”
“I… Let me think.” I tell her. I close my eyes and I can feel Patrice’s hands on me; his breath on my body. His mouth surrounding me. His fingers sliding into me. Then it clicks. “Lube.”
“Sorry?”
I sigh. “We didn’t use lube.”
“Alright. Sidney I would prefer you to go and see a Doctor there. However I understand that your are extremely reluctant to reveal this type of thing to anyone. It sounds like you may have a small fissure. You should be ok in a few days. I suggest that you don’t engage in any sexual activities until you feel better. If you start having a fever or any abdominal pain or the bleeding increases any you HAVE to get yourself to the Doctor Sidney.” I can hear the stress in her voice.
“I will Michelle- thank you.”
“You’re welcome Sidney. Now how is everything else doing?” We discuss the team, -Marc included. Living with Mario and life in Pittsburgh. When I hang up with her twenty minutes later I feel a hundred times better.
I splash some water on my face and then I go back into my room. Stripping off of my suit I change into a track pants and a t-shirt. Turning up my CD slightly I sit back down at my computer and this time I sign into my MSN. I also sign into my Gmail account. No one I want to talk to is on MSN, so I set myself to away. Clicking on my Gmail account I see I have five e-mails. One from Taylor. One from Patrice. Two jokes from people I know and something forwarded from my Website manager.
I click on the one from Patrice. Just him suggesting that we should get together next time our teams play. I mark it to reply to later.
I click on Taylor’s e-mail. It’s one of her long ramble filled e-mails about everything that is going on in her life. It amuses me greatly to read her re-counts of school and gymnastics. I fire a quick reply back to her. With a promise to call in a few days. Sometimes it’s hard because we are so far apart in age. But I try my best to include her in my life. I really love my little sister. Some days she’s the only family member that I really truly love.
Checking my MSN again, still no one online that I want to talk to. I sign off that and x-out of my gmail. I was thinking of checking e-bay when there is a knock at the door.
“Come in.” I call over the music. Reaching over I turn the CD player down as Nathalie comes into the room. “Hi,” I say. Flicking my music completely off.
“Sidney.” I look at her face and she has the ‘I’m going to say something that you don’t want to hear’ look on her face.
“What Nathalie?” I say slapping the lid of my laptop down and turning to face her, where she was now perched on the edge of my slightly messy bed.
“I wanted to tell you how disappointed I was in you last night. Taking off after the game and staying out all night. Do you realize how dangerous that is? Not only to your career but to you as well.” She pauses to take a breath but I stop her.
“I went over to Patrice Bergeron’s apartment.” I explain. “We hung out, played video games, and had fun. Patrice is one of the few guys I know who doesn’t care who I am or how good I am at hockey. We are really great friends. And I didn’t go back to the hotel because by the time we wound down it was crazy late. So I stayed in his spare bedroom and then he took me to the airport in time to meet the team. I had my cell phone on the whole night if anyone needed me they could have called that.”
Nathalie gives me the ‘I don’t entirely believe you’ look but then says. “Did anyone else know where you were going?”
“Mark.”
“Mark…”
She trails off and I finish her sentence “Recchi- I told him before we left for the game and he told me it would be cool.” Picking up my cell phone I toss it to her. “It’s under Recchi in the number directory if you want to ask him yourself.”
She looks at my phone for a second and then tosses it back to me. “I know his number.” She tells me. Standing up she makes her way to the door. “Oh and Sid. If Mario asks, tell him a yelled at you really good ok?”
I laugh at her. “Ok Nathalie thanks. Will you tell Mario I’m sorry though-I didn’t mean to make him worry.”
“I will.” She says at the doorway. “Oh and Sid. Supper will be in forty-five minutes.” She tells me before leaving my room, shutting the door with a soft click.
Taking a deep breath I let it out slowly, I hope she believed my story about just hanging out with Patrice. Sighing I open my laptop back up and reach over to flick my music back on. As I do my stomach growls. Good thing supper is soon. I’m starving.
Game 9- vs. Florida
This is incredible. Absolutely incredible. I slam the door to the box. Fucking unsportsmanlike conduct my ass. Grabbing the water bottle I squirt some into my mouth. Swishing it around I spit it out. In the other box Sean Hill is still bitching about something. Fuck at least it’s still five on five. God we need to win this game.
*~*
I break my stick on the bench when I enter the locker room, MOTHERFUCKER! We have lost the first nine games of our season. I work my ass off, I get a point and we still lose in overtime.
“Calm down kid.” I look up and see Mario standing next to me.
“Just, leave me alone for a minute ok.” I snap at him.
He touches my shoulder but then he backs off. I strip off and then I hit the bike- pounding my feet makes me feel a little better, but I’m still disgusted by us. Right now we can’t even buy a game. I finish my after game workout and I hit the showers. I stand under the near scalding water until I resemble a prune. Finally giving up I wash my hair and then get out of the shower. The locker room is deserted when I get back. Shit did I take that long? I dress quickly and then wander out to find Mario. He’s sitting in the player’s lounge watching the news.
“I’m sorry.” I say to him.
He smiles, standing up, as he flicks off the TV. “It’s understandable.”
“I’m still sorry, I’m just so frustrated. Me being here was suppose to be the difference, but it hasn’t made on lick of difference.” I make my way over to the coat rack and grab my light dress jacket.
“Yet.” Mario points out. I nod. “Come on kid, let’s go home Nathalie will be worried about you.” He picks his jacket up off of the couch. Following me out of the lounge he hits the lights.
We make our way out to his car. I hate making Mario wait around for me. I can see the pure exhaustion in his face. I know he’s fighting it. But something is not quite right with his health. I don’t know what is wrong though. Something is just, off. “I really need to get a car.” I tell him as I slide into the leather seat.
“You’ll have some time coming up, why don’t you look into what you want.” He says diplomatically.
I nod and flick on the heated seats. My body is already hot from the game and the shower, but it still feels good to be nestled into the warm leather. “I want heated seats.” I tell him and he laughs.
“A huge plus in the winter.” Mario declares before pulling out of the player parking lot.
“Tell me about it, I wish they had this stuff when I was a kid, it would have gotten me out of bed a little bit faster to get to the rink at 5am.” The fond memories of the sleepy early morning drives to the rink has me suddenly missing Mom.
“I thought you like to get up in the morning to play hockey.”
“I did! But heated seats would have made me get up faster.” That comment makes Mario laugh. We spend the rest of the ride home sharing hockey memories. It’s times like this that it really hits me. I am 18 and playing in the NHL with a legend of the game. I am probably one of the luckiest people I know.
So why do I feel so crappy about who I am and what I’m doing right now?
Game 10- vs. Atlanta
My mind is buzzing, we CANNOT! Go down ten games, we just can’t. The announcer’s voice comes over the PA system, asking everyone to remove their headgear. I do and a few moments later the now familiar strands of the American National anthem start.
“Oh, say can you see…” O Canada
“What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming…” Our home and native land
“Whose broad stripes and bright stars…” True patriot love in all thy sons command
“O'er the ramparts we watched…” With glowing hearts we see thee rise.
“And the rockets' red glare…” The True North strong and free!
“Gave proof through the night…” Car ton bras sait porter l'épée, Il sait porter la croix.
“O'er the land of the free…” Ton histoire est une epopee. Des plus brillants exploits.
“Where the foe's haughty host…” From far and wide,
“What is that which the breeze…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
“As it fitfully blows, now conceals…” God keep our land glorious and free!
“Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam…” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
“O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
My helmet goes back on my head, Game time.
*~*
I don’t believe it. 4-0 on the first 10 shots of the game. We have kissed this game away before it’s even started. The clock reads 10:10 of the first period when a time-out is called. I skate over to the bench. I’m surprised to see John LeClair standing up.
“What the fuck are we doing out here. We look like we are playing in a fucking beer league. We need to play as a team. Work our asses off and come out of this game a winner. Forget about the last four goals, lets play this game like its still nothing-nothing and come back and win this. We've got to step up because nobody's going to get us out of this but ourselves.”
The buzzer sounds, forget about the last ten minutes, NOW! It’s game time.
*~*
A perfect pass, and then Mario gets the puck and bangs it home. I skate over to the group taping helmets we congratulate each other, but the celebration doesn’t last long- it’s still only 4-1 we need to get back to work.
Yes! Goal number two of the night for Mario. I join the post-goal celebration, before lining up for my next face-off. This game is MINE!
ALRIGHT! Sergei! He knocked one home from Recchi and Mario. Take the ice with him a few minutes later I flick him a pass and he drives it home. Goal number two! And we did it! We’re tied! Just one more, please just one more.
*~*
Mario with Five points! Sergei with Three, and me with Two.
We did it! We finally did it. The locker room is rocking and I don’t think I could come down from cloud nine even if I tried.
I finally on an NHL hockey game. WE! Finally won our first game of the season.
“HEY KID!!!” LeClair shouts to me as the strolls into the room after a post game interview.
“Yea.” I say looking over to him.
“CATCH!” a piece of black rubber goes flying through the air and I do catch it.
“Huh?” I say turning the puck over to look at it, this is the game puck why the hell do I have it??
“For your first NHL win kid, save it, one day you’ll save the puck from your last one.” I look up and see Mario standing next to me. He has tears in his eyes.
“Not for many years to come I hope.” I tell him, kinda chocked up. He gives me a half hug and I smile, finally we won.
Finally.
~Fin!
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Date: 2006-10-13 04:12 am (UTC)Great job hun. :D
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Date: 2006-10-13 11:15 am (UTC)thanks! I'm glad you likeeee!!
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Date: 2006-10-14 03:20 pm (UTC)You never know what will happen next ;)
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Date: 2006-10-17 02:44 pm (UTC)*g* I'm glad you did though!!
Next part should be comming soon (See I have exams coming up, so instead of studying, i'm writing LOL!)