2minsforslashing | my first hockey fic! whee

Title: The Places You Fear the Most (1/multiple)
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Colby Armstrong, Mario Lemieux et familia.
Fandom: NHL-Pittsburgh Penguins. Sidney/Colby
Summary: As the dog days of summer wind down in preparation for hockey season, things start to heat up.
Rating: PG-13, swearing
Disclaimer: In reality, I don’t own or know any of these people. The events more than likely did not happen and I have no idea what their sexual preference is.
Author’s Notes: The beginning of the 2007-2008 season in lovely Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

It was the body that lay no more than a foot away from me that caused me the greatest of discomfort. I shifted, aimlessly, my toes dipping into the pool as I did so. My legs were too long for where I was laying and since I had leveled faces with him my legs hung over the ledge of the in ground pool. I am 6'2 and he is 5'11, making the difference a fairly obvious one.

I stretched slightly, reaching one arm over so it carelessly brushed against his before folding it back beneath my head. I looked at him, my eyes intent on his face. It was a bit squished as he was laying in the same awkward position, facing me.

"You think Mario's home yet?" He asked me, out of the blue.

My thoughts were disrupted and I could feel my hard-on pressing against the concrete and it was uncomfortable to say the least, so I shifted again. This time I put my weight on my elbows as my hips moved slightly so they were facing away from him. I allowed my eyes to fall onto the large iron gate that leg to the walkway to the garage as if it would answer his question in its own.

"I haven't heard him, Nathalie or the kids. I think I would at least have heard one of them."

I grinned at him and his face shining back at me melted my insides. But also made me highly more uncomfortable. I pressed my hands against the cement to sit up, then quickly slipped into the pool hoping to hide my ‘discomfort’.

"Army?" He asked, sitting up as I clung to the side of the pool, letting the coolness wash over me slowly.

I looked up into his deep brown eyes and found my eyes soon coming to his thick, kissable lips. It took me a good thirty seconds to even fathom responding. I was certain he had either noticed my woody and if nothing else my staring way too closely at his features.

"Yeah, Sid?" I kicked myself mentally for such a lame response, but I didn't want to jump right to explaining my situation.

So, I meant to take some aspirin this morning but I accidentally took a bunch of Viagra that I didn't know was in there . . . and well, now look at me! was the first story that crossed my mind and I quickly blocked that out.

"Am I going to be okay? This year? As captain?" He seemed nervous to show any doubts and I wanted to wrap my arms around him as he sat by the pool side.

He slipped closer to the pool’s edge, his legs submerging right next to my body. His light-blue swim trunks rode up as he settled onto the cement edge and it more than caught my attention.

"Darryl, you will be perfectly fine. I know it." I told him with a grin, just thankful that he was completely clueless of my arousal, or at least that I knew.

He kicked his feet just a bit, waters splashing over my body. In an attempt to block the drops I released the edge of the pool, submerging to my chest in refreshing water.

"You suck" was all I could verbally retaliate as I lay a heavy splash upon him and submerged in the water, feeling him jump in after me.

The water rippled as he moved after me and I hung at the bottom. My eyes opened wide beneath the water and I could see his dark-haired legs moving toward me underwater. I took my opportunity, pushing off the bottom of the pool toward his knees. I wrapped my arms around his knees and hoisted upwards, raising him out of the water then standing on my own. He wriggled much like anyone would and I flung him gently as far as I could, he landed with a splash and quickly righted himself.

"I'll kill you, Army!" He proclaimed and before I could even blink he leaped full force toward me, arms in a tangle around my neck as he tried to push me beneath the water surface.

I indulged this whim, falling backwards with Sidney clinging to me. With his bare torso pressed against mine, his arms almost animalistic as they clung to me as we both slipped beneath the surface of the glassy water, my thoughts had jumped and so had my erection that had nearly lost my attention in the cool water. We came to the surface still entangled, he clung to me as if he were afraid but he laughed just as we broke the surface.

We panted hard, and I knew it wasn't just from us goofing off. I brought my eyes to his kissable lips and then to his soft, warm and kind eyes. He made a hungry noise that made me want to pull him even closer as our eyes were locked, looking to each other.

"Army . . . " He whispered softly, I loved to hear my name slip from those delicious lips of his.

He began to make the space between our lips less and less or was I? I couldn't even tell. We grew closer but it was painstakingly slow. Closer. Closer. But not quite close enough. We were both hesitating.

The slam of a car door, followed closely by four kids and two adults ripped away the attention of the man less than an inch away from my face. If I had spoken, our lips would probably graze one and others. If I leaned just slightly and didn't let him back away I would finally have some of that gratification I'd been awaiting.

I did neither, frozen in the moment of opportunity, knowing my boss would soon walk into the gate. Not just my boss. A legend. Someone I had watched as I was peeled to the television, watching hockey game after hockey game.

I couldn't say that the Penguins were my favorite team growing up. Pittsburgh was quite the haul from Saskatchewan, but how could you not love Le Magnifique, The Magnificent One, Super Mario? He was right up there with Gretzky, some debate right on the same page, he was Mario fucking Lemieux.

Now here he was, advancing toward the gate while I held the captain of the Penguins tightly in my arms. The panic button in my head went off in a flurry.

I released Sidney like he was on fire, allowing him to find his feet on his own and pushed myself away from him. I pushed him away like he was on fucking fire. I sank lower into the pool as if that would make me any straighter, or that it would quickly extinguish the sparks that had moved over ever bare inch of flesh touching his.

His chest had grazed over mine as my hands held around his waist and he dug his fingertips so gently into the back of my neck and pure joy washed over . . . oh god.

I couldn't believe I was thinking of Sidney this way. Sid the freakin' Kid. Future of the NHL. I had never even considered . . . okay, maybe I had considered.

We had roomed on the road and between hockey trouble and girl troubles, we were there for each other. If there was an opportunity to hang out, we more certainly would. If there was an opportunity to rag relentlessly on each other during an interview, we would do that too.

I could see the wrought iron gate unhinge from the other side, tangled in ivy, it swung open. I stole one last embarrassed look at Sidney who was an odd color of red, looking almost disappointed before he turned toward where Mario had just filed in with his entire clan.

My brain was numb, and while everyone will say this isn't abnormal for me in the least, this was nothing like the normal numbness.

Sidney edged to the rim of the pool, pulling himself up as Mario settled into a lawn chair by the pool to greet both Sidney and me. Nathalie and the kids all went to the pool house to change into their swim suits and enjoy the last few rays of the summer sun.

My eyes stayed on Sidney as he hoisted himself out of the pool, dripping wet as he settled onto the edge. I watched drops of water run down the soft skin of his back, wishing to chase it with my fingertips just for an excuse to touch him again.

I shook myself from my thoughts as I moved to the pool edge and hoisted out of it as well. Real men don't use stairs, I assured myself and stood near Sidney, wrapping a towel around my shoulders. His towel however was hung proudly low on his hips, showing off the assets of his torso. He really did have the body of some Greek God.

Any self-respecting completely heterosexual male like myself could admit that, couldn't they?