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2minsforslashingTitle - One Wild Ride Part 24
Pairing - Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby
Rating – NC - 17
Summery – “ Oh shit Sid, what do I do now?”
Disclaimer - I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
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hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck
January 31st, 2006
He’s still sick. Actually, he’s getting worse. I feel so bad for him.
We had a game tomorrow. He said he was going to play, sick or not. Dammit. I hate it when he’s like that… he shouldn’t play. He’s fucking sick.
February 1st, 2006
“Colby, I can do it…” Sidney said before sniffling.
“Sid. You’re sick. Just sit out.”
He stood up. “I’m fine to play!”
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
I told him. I fucking told him. He played bad tonight and we lost 3-1. I fucking told him.
Sidney’s all mope-y after the game. He looks completely wiped. I basically had to drag him to the airport. We were playing Ottawa at home next. Well, Sidney isn’t. I will not let him.
February 2nd, 2006
“I’m playing Colby.” Sidney said before coughing.
“No, you aren’t.” I said.
“Colby! -“ Cough. “I’m alright…”
I walked over to him. “Sidney, listen to yourself. You’ve been coughing beyond fuck, you’re playing like shit. Sid, just sit out. No one’s going to jump up your ass for getting sick.”
“This game is my life…”
“Well, it’s just gonna hurt your stats. Sid, just sit out.”
“What about the media? The pressure?”
“The pressure will be worse. 1 because you’re sick and not thinking right and 2 because people will be expecting you to be better since you are playing. You aren’t better.”
“I’m fine, Colby.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m fine.”
“Let’s take your temperature. If it’s over 100, you aren’t playing.”
“Deal.”
We walked in to the bathroom and I pulled the thermometre out of the cabinet. I turned it on and stuck it in his mouth. About 30 seconds later, it beeped. I checked the temperature.
“Hah, 101, you’re not playing!” I said.
“You rigged it!” he screamed.
“Did not!”
“Yes you did!”
“You think I’m that smart to actually rig a thermometre?”
He shrugged. “True.”
“So, I didn’t rig it, and you have a temperature over 100 so you’re not playing.”
He pouted. “Fine…”
February 7th, 2006
We’re playing Boston tomorrow. I had already moved all my stuff in to Ryan Whitney’s apartment and we were getting along well.
Sidney said he wanted to see Patrice after the game. And that’s kind of annoying because like, he’s my boyfriend, not Patrice’s. So why does he want to spend time with him? And when I asked him what they were gonna do, he kind of stuttered around telling me. What the fuck? That’s annoying. But he did finally say they were just going to go to the restaurant type place. Yeah, where afterwards? It might just be me being all protective and shit but last time I let him alone for one night, he had sex with some random guy.
And what’s so good about Patrice Bergeron? I was a higher draft pick then he was… so he’s Centre on the top line in Boston… I’m Right Wing on the top line in Pittsburgh. Sidney’s with his Right Wing, maybe Patrice should go after his. And Sidney’s my boyfriend. And I’m really not interested in sharing.
February 8th, 2006
We lost 3-1. Blah.
And I hate Patrice. I fucking hate him. The whole time when him and Sidney were on the ice together, Patrice kept flirting with him, right in front of me! Yeah, like I don’t notice it. Idiot. He knows damn well we’re together. Him and the rest of the fucking world, Alex, you bitch. But anyways, he needs to understand that him and Sid are over. And that Sidney’s MY boyfriend.
But of course, even after a few glares and nasty looks, he still was all over Sidney. I do really not like the idea of them doing something after the game. Because hello, this guy wants him. God… this is annoying… he’s my boyfriend…
Later that night…
It’s around midnight when there is a knock on the door. I got off my bed, told Ryan I got it through the closed bedroom door, and answered it. It was Sidney.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not much… just thought I’d drop by.”
I nodded and moved out of the way, allowing him in. I then called to Ryan, telling him who it was.
“So, how was your time with Patrice?” I asked, silently adding in my head “that bastard”.
“Alright… kind of awkward…”
“What did you guys do?”
“Went to dinner. Then he asked me to go back to his hotel with him and that’s when I left…” Knew it.
“That guy’s a creep.”
“He’s not a creep, he just… still likes me I guess.” I scoffed. “Is someone jealous?”
I looked at him. “Who me? Oh no…”
He grinned at me. “You’re adorable.”
I blushed a little. “I’m not jealous…”
“Suuure.” I backed away a little and he laughed. “C’mere you.” He gave me a hug and then said. “So where’s your new room?”
“Damn, Sid, just in the door and you already want to go to the room?”
Sidney smirked. “I dunno… Bad mood.”
I put my arms around him. “Something you wanna talk about?” He shrugged. “What did Patrice say?”
“He was just like ‘wanna do things like old times’ and a whole bunch of crap like that…”
I sighed. “Asshole…”
“I dunno. Maybe not asshole, but like, annoying. He knows things are over and I’ve moved on. So it’s just annoying that he was acting like that.”
I nodded. “Anything else? Where did he take you for dinner?”
“Just some regular restaurant. Like, when I offered to pay my half he said ‘I’ll pay if you give me something in return…’ which I didn’t like.”
“Aww, Sid… Don’t let it get to ya. He’s a creep.”
He shrugged. “So where’s Ryan?”
“His room… I’m not sure what he’s doing… actually his door was closed so I dunno if he’s even still awake.”
I walked back towards the bedrooms, Sid following, and poked my head in his room. The light was off and I heard snoring from the bed. I turned around and Sidney was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He was looking around, not sure at what…
He’s had such a shitty night… Maybe I should do something to make him feel better…?
So, I walked over, put my arms around his waist, and nipped at his neck a bit. He squirmed a bit and looked back at me.
“Woah, damn Colby…” he said.
I bit a little harder on his neck and he groaned a bit. I kinda pushed us both over to the bed, which we tumbled on to and I kissed him properly. I was pressing him to the bed and his arms crept around me.
His lips parted for me and I let my tongue flow in to his mouth. His hips arched up a little and I could feel his hardness in his pants. Damn, he gets turned on quick.
I slid my hand under his shirt before pulling it off. Mine went after it and the rest of out clothes met somewhere on the floor.
I didn’t even realize when he was on his hands and knees and I was behind him.
And I didn’t realize that I had never done this before until I was halfway inside him. And I just sat there because I literally had no clue what to do next.
“Oh shit, Sid, what do I do now?” I asked, feeling like an idiot.
Sidney’s clouded eyes looked back at me. “What...?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh you’ve never done this before.” He said kinda dazed. “Just push in and pull out fast…”
I pulled out and then pushed back him. Fuck, he felt good… Sidney moaned. “Faster….”
I moved a little faster and he fucking groaned louder. Shit he feels so fucking good right now. I moved faster, drawing even mores noises from him… Fuck, this has to be why he always was on top… Feels fucking great.
Sidney was pushing back in accord with my thrusts and it made everything that much better.
His ass was so tight… easy to tell that he’s had experience from the bottom, such a fucking strong ass, giving my dick one hell of a feeling. He kept tightening and loosening the muscles and it drove me fucking crazy.
“Holy fuck, Sid, you feel so fucking good…” I groaned. I moved a little faster, shit, I wonder what it feels like when he comes…
My hand reached around underneath him to stroke against his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck, Colby…” was moaned to me. Fuck, everything is so much hotter from up here… you can see more.
My fingertips dug down in to the hard member and he groaned louder. I could hear his breath picking up, his muscles were getting tighter, and he had precum basically pouring out of his cock.
Then he came, completely, constricting my cock in his ass and I fucking screamed, probably too loud for the sleeping Ryan Whitney and came too.
Shit, that’s amazing…
We caught our breath and Sid looked at me and asked. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”
Pairing - Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby
Rating – NC - 17
Summery – “ Oh shit Sid, what do I do now?”
Disclaimer - I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
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hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puckJanuary 31st, 2006
He’s still sick. Actually, he’s getting worse. I feel so bad for him.
We had a game tomorrow. He said he was going to play, sick or not. Dammit. I hate it when he’s like that… he shouldn’t play. He’s fucking sick.
February 1st, 2006
“Colby, I can do it…” Sidney said before sniffling.
“Sid. You’re sick. Just sit out.”
He stood up. “I’m fine to play!”
*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
I told him. I fucking told him. He played bad tonight and we lost 3-1. I fucking told him.
Sidney’s all mope-y after the game. He looks completely wiped. I basically had to drag him to the airport. We were playing Ottawa at home next. Well, Sidney isn’t. I will not let him.
February 2nd, 2006
“I’m playing Colby.” Sidney said before coughing.
“No, you aren’t.” I said.
“Colby! -“ Cough. “I’m alright…”
I walked over to him. “Sidney, listen to yourself. You’ve been coughing beyond fuck, you’re playing like shit. Sid, just sit out. No one’s going to jump up your ass for getting sick.”
“This game is my life…”
“Well, it’s just gonna hurt your stats. Sid, just sit out.”
“What about the media? The pressure?”
“The pressure will be worse. 1 because you’re sick and not thinking right and 2 because people will be expecting you to be better since you are playing. You aren’t better.”
“I’m fine, Colby.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m fine.”
“Let’s take your temperature. If it’s over 100, you aren’t playing.”
“Deal.”
We walked in to the bathroom and I pulled the thermometre out of the cabinet. I turned it on and stuck it in his mouth. About 30 seconds later, it beeped. I checked the temperature.
“Hah, 101, you’re not playing!” I said.
“You rigged it!” he screamed.
“Did not!”
“Yes you did!”
“You think I’m that smart to actually rig a thermometre?”
He shrugged. “True.”
“So, I didn’t rig it, and you have a temperature over 100 so you’re not playing.”
He pouted. “Fine…”
February 7th, 2006
We’re playing Boston tomorrow. I had already moved all my stuff in to Ryan Whitney’s apartment and we were getting along well.
Sidney said he wanted to see Patrice after the game. And that’s kind of annoying because like, he’s my boyfriend, not Patrice’s. So why does he want to spend time with him? And when I asked him what they were gonna do, he kind of stuttered around telling me. What the fuck? That’s annoying. But he did finally say they were just going to go to the restaurant type place. Yeah, where afterwards? It might just be me being all protective and shit but last time I let him alone for one night, he had sex with some random guy.
And what’s so good about Patrice Bergeron? I was a higher draft pick then he was… so he’s Centre on the top line in Boston… I’m Right Wing on the top line in Pittsburgh. Sidney’s with his Right Wing, maybe Patrice should go after his. And Sidney’s my boyfriend. And I’m really not interested in sharing.
February 8th, 2006
We lost 3-1. Blah.
And I hate Patrice. I fucking hate him. The whole time when him and Sidney were on the ice together, Patrice kept flirting with him, right in front of me! Yeah, like I don’t notice it. Idiot. He knows damn well we’re together. Him and the rest of the fucking world, Alex, you bitch. But anyways, he needs to understand that him and Sid are over. And that Sidney’s MY boyfriend.
But of course, even after a few glares and nasty looks, he still was all over Sidney. I do really not like the idea of them doing something after the game. Because hello, this guy wants him. God… this is annoying… he’s my boyfriend…
Later that night…
It’s around midnight when there is a knock on the door. I got off my bed, told Ryan I got it through the closed bedroom door, and answered it. It was Sidney.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not much… just thought I’d drop by.”
I nodded and moved out of the way, allowing him in. I then called to Ryan, telling him who it was.
“So, how was your time with Patrice?” I asked, silently adding in my head “that bastard”.
“Alright… kind of awkward…”
“What did you guys do?”
“Went to dinner. Then he asked me to go back to his hotel with him and that’s when I left…” Knew it.
“That guy’s a creep.”
“He’s not a creep, he just… still likes me I guess.” I scoffed. “Is someone jealous?”
I looked at him. “Who me? Oh no…”
He grinned at me. “You’re adorable.”
I blushed a little. “I’m not jealous…”
“Suuure.” I backed away a little and he laughed. “C’mere you.” He gave me a hug and then said. “So where’s your new room?”
“Damn, Sid, just in the door and you already want to go to the room?”
Sidney smirked. “I dunno… Bad mood.”
I put my arms around him. “Something you wanna talk about?” He shrugged. “What did Patrice say?”
“He was just like ‘wanna do things like old times’ and a whole bunch of crap like that…”
I sighed. “Asshole…”
“I dunno. Maybe not asshole, but like, annoying. He knows things are over and I’ve moved on. So it’s just annoying that he was acting like that.”
I nodded. “Anything else? Where did he take you for dinner?”
“Just some regular restaurant. Like, when I offered to pay my half he said ‘I’ll pay if you give me something in return…’ which I didn’t like.”
“Aww, Sid… Don’t let it get to ya. He’s a creep.”
He shrugged. “So where’s Ryan?”
“His room… I’m not sure what he’s doing… actually his door was closed so I dunno if he’s even still awake.”
I walked back towards the bedrooms, Sid following, and poked my head in his room. The light was off and I heard snoring from the bed. I turned around and Sidney was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He was looking around, not sure at what…
He’s had such a shitty night… Maybe I should do something to make him feel better…?
So, I walked over, put my arms around his waist, and nipped at his neck a bit. He squirmed a bit and looked back at me.
“Woah, damn Colby…” he said.
I bit a little harder on his neck and he groaned a bit. I kinda pushed us both over to the bed, which we tumbled on to and I kissed him properly. I was pressing him to the bed and his arms crept around me.
His lips parted for me and I let my tongue flow in to his mouth. His hips arched up a little and I could feel his hardness in his pants. Damn, he gets turned on quick.
I slid my hand under his shirt before pulling it off. Mine went after it and the rest of out clothes met somewhere on the floor.
I didn’t even realize when he was on his hands and knees and I was behind him.
And I didn’t realize that I had never done this before until I was halfway inside him. And I just sat there because I literally had no clue what to do next.
“Oh shit, Sid, what do I do now?” I asked, feeling like an idiot.
Sidney’s clouded eyes looked back at me. “What...?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh you’ve never done this before.” He said kinda dazed. “Just push in and pull out fast…”
I pulled out and then pushed back him. Fuck, he felt good… Sidney moaned. “Faster….”
I moved a little faster and he fucking groaned louder. Shit he feels so fucking good right now. I moved faster, drawing even mores noises from him… Fuck, this has to be why he always was on top… Feels fucking great.
Sidney was pushing back in accord with my thrusts and it made everything that much better.
His ass was so tight… easy to tell that he’s had experience from the bottom, such a fucking strong ass, giving my dick one hell of a feeling. He kept tightening and loosening the muscles and it drove me fucking crazy.
“Holy fuck, Sid, you feel so fucking good…” I groaned. I moved a little faster, shit, I wonder what it feels like when he comes…
My hand reached around underneath him to stroke against his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck, Colby…” was moaned to me. Fuck, everything is so much hotter from up here… you can see more.
My fingertips dug down in to the hard member and he groaned louder. I could hear his breath picking up, his muscles were getting tighter, and he had precum basically pouring out of his cock.
Then he came, completely, constricting my cock in his ass and I fucking screamed, probably too loud for the sleeping Ryan Whitney and came too.
Shit, that’s amazing…
We caught our breath and Sid looked at me and asked. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”
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Date: 2006-12-05 12:09 am (UTC)Lol, Colby's amazing.
LMAO!