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Title- One Wild Ride Pt8
Characters- Colby Armstrong/Sidney Crosby
Summery- Sidney needs his phone. Home game versus Atlanta. BIG twist.
Rating- NC-17
Disclaimer- I don't own these guys. The game stats and dates are real but nothing else. Just part of my imagination.

~Sidney’s POV~

He looks so peaceful, so calm, so relaxed, as he lies there. Me, I’ve gotten up and back into my pajamas. But he still is lying there, naked. Not that I’m complaining.

I left my phone in Max’s room. Fuck. I don’t want to leave Colby and go get it.

"Colby?" I asked.

"Yes, love?" He answered. I smiled.

"Can you come downstairs with me? I forgot my phone…" He looked at me.

"I’m not wearing anything."

"So get dressed." He shrugged and got up off the bed.

"What should I wear?" I grinned a dirty grin.

"Frankly, I like what you are wearing now." He gave me a knowing look.

"Well, you and I both know that I can’t go downstairs like this." I frowned and looked down. After a few seconds, I felt his breath on my face. I looked up. He pressed his lips to mine for a sweet kiss. I pulled away. He wasn’t wearing anything but boxer briefs. Fuck. He looked hot.

"Get the rest of your clothes on. I need my phone." He looked at me.

"Why do I have to go?" He said in an annoyed tone. I took his hand.

"I don’t want to go alone."

"Aww. I’ll come with you." He got the rest of the way dressed and we went downstairs. When we were standing outside the door, we heard moans and groans coming from the room.

"Are you sure you need your phone?" Colby asked me.

"Yeah, but I don’t really want to know what is going on in there." He laughed a little and then turned the knob to the hotel room. The door wasn’t closed all the way. We walked in and it was dark. Very dark. We heard moans, rising out of the bedroom.

"I wonder who Max’s fuck is tonight?" I asked out loud causing Colby to snicker.

"Nice." He said. He walked, bravely, ahead and peaked into the bedroom. "Whits."

"I knew there was something up when he said Whits was staying!" I said loudly before covering my mouth.

"Sidney, shut up!" He said. I kept my mouth covered, as the moans got louder. I don’t think they noticed. Too busy fucking. "Where is your phone?" He asked as I walked up behind him.

"On the nightstand next to our fucking friends." He looked at me.

"You must be joking." I smiled wide.

"Sorry baby, still love me?" He smiled and kissed me, quick.

"Of course." I smiled.

"Good, because I busted my butt upstairs to make you feel good." I said. He smiled.

"No, you busted my butt to make me feel good." He had the hugest grin on his face. I just looked at him and shook my head.

"Only you, Colby, only you." He kissed me again.

"Yes, it better be only me." God, he was being silly tonight. I laughed a little and looked back to Whits and Max. They were still going strong, totally oblivious to us being in the room, watching them. Ryan was on top, fucking him hard. He was going harder then I did on Colby, my guess is, this isn’t Max’s first time.

"Can you get me my phone?" I asked Colby.

"I’m not going near them. What happens if I startle them and they orgasm on me?" I laughed.

"I don’t think they will do that."

"Then you get it. It’s your fucking phone."

"No, my phone isn’t fucking right now." He gave me a look.

"You mean it has before?" I smiled. This could be fun.

"Of course, it needs action too ya know." I said with a cheesy grin. He laughed.

"Maybe that’s where my phone is when I can’t find it…" I burst out laughing REALLY loud.

"OH SHIT!" I heard Max yell. "What the fuck are you two doing here!?" I looked at Colby.

"He knows!" I said pushing Colby towards them. Colby turned around and glared at me. I tossed him an innocent smile.

"You’re anything but innocent." He said to me before turning to Max. "Loser here forgot his phone."

"HEY!"

"You two fight like a married couple." Whits said.

"Shut up." Colby snapped at him.

"Wait, you two aren’t fighting anymore?" Max asked.

"They were fighting?" Ryan questioned. Max looked at him like he was stupid.

"Well, no shit!" he said loudly. I laughed.

"Yeah, can I get my phone so we can leave and you two can go back to, umm, yeahing?" I asked.

"Go for it." Ryan said. I walked over and picked my phone up off the nightstand.

"Thanks!" I grabbed Colby’s hand and half pulled him out of the room.

"Someone’s in a hurry to get out." He said to me.

"That was the most uncomfortable situation I’ve ever been in." He laughed. We got up to the room.

"I’m totally wiped." Colby said. I smirked. "Sidney."

"Fine, fine. Go on." I said in a reluctant tone.

"Can we get some sleep?" I nodded.

"Anything." He smiled and we got changed. We laid down on his bed since mine was a mess. He took me in his arms.

"By the way, Colby, congrats on your first NHL goal." I said and then rewarded him with a kiss.

"Thanks." He said with a smile.

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

"I hate plane trips!" I thought out loud.

"Tell me about it." Colby agreed with me.

"I hate plane trips!" He looked at me.

"Sidney." I laughed.

"Sorry."

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~Colby’s POV~

This is new. A time where Sidney and I aren’t fighting and aren’t together. Mario needed him back at the house to help with yard work. Sidney told me to stay here. He said, in a joking tone, if watching him stretch was turning me on, then I really shouldn’t watch him do yard work.

So now, I’m lying on my bed in the hotel, watching TV. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING was on. I was just flipping through the same channels over and over and over and over. Not fun. Not fun at all.

We had a game versus the Atlanta Thrashers tonight. We didn’t have a morning skate, which is weird because we always do. The flight back to Pittsburgh might have had an effect on having the morning skate or not. I don’t know. I’m just a rookie. Yes, I am a rookie, again. Just minus the rookie party and wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. God, that’s a night I wish to forget, but probably won’t.

I did make out with a guy at that party. But that hasn’t changed. I still make out with guys. Well, one guy. Sidney.

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Coach was yelling at us. We played pretty crappy last night and he was giving us the "Fucking shape up now or your legs will feel it tomorrow" speech. I was a bit worried. Sidney looked kind of down and I didn’t know what was wrong. I didn’t know if something was just bugging him or if I did something again.

"Sidney, what’s wrong?" I asked as I sat down next to him. Everyone was standing in the hallway, waiting to go to the ice for warm-ups.

"Nothing’s wrong." He said and then looked down.

"That look on your face says a different story." He sighed and looked me straight in the eye.

"I don’t know. I’m just still a little upset about you and Malone. I’ll tell you right now, I’m not mad at you anymore, just mad at the situation." I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was over that.

"I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m really sorry. Just don’t let that effect your game, ok?"

"I’ll try."

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

Well, that game sucked. We may have only lost by one goal but we played like shit. Sidney got 4 minors. One for diving. That will give him a bad label. I knew he was going to be in a bad mood after the game.

"Sidney, stop throwing things." I was in Sidney’s room while the Lemieuxs were out discussing matters in selling the team. Sidney was going insane on his room. The once organized room with walls garnished with hockey memorabilia was getting ripped to shreds. Sidney looked at me.

"Why do you care?" he snapped. "It’s my fucking room."

"Yeah, well, you’re going to wake up pissed tomorrow if your room’s a shit hole. And you know you will."

"I don’t fucking care anymore. That Kovalchuk guy is a bastard." I nodded.

"Yes, he is. You told him that. But, you can’t change him. Calm down, babe." He sighed.

"It’s just so annoying. Because of all the fucking media on me, I’m going to be called a diver all the damn time. One time. And it was barely even a dive-" I stopped him right there.

"But was it a dive?" He looked away.

"Partially. I was going to fall on my own but I might have made it look a better then it should have." I gave him a look.

"Sidney."

"Don’t "Sidney" me. I’m not in the mood for it." I sighed.

"Sorry. Hard game."

"Damn straight it was." He looked down at his lap. I put my arm around him.

"It’s just one game. It’s ok."

"I’m not worried about the game. I don’t want to be labeled a fucking diver. I’m not. One fucking time and I’m going to get major shit from the media. I just hate being this popular sometimes." I squeezed my arm around him tighter.

"You’re an awesome player. It’s kind of mandatory. It comes with being a good player." He looked at me.

"Sometimes I wish I was as shitty as Endicott. He doesn’t get any attention." I laughed. "It’s not funny."

"Sorry, the way you worded that."

"But it’s not fucking funny. I don’t care how I worded that, I mean it. There are definitely times where I wish I wasn’t so good or as good as I am supposed to be." He said that in a snappy tone.

"Sidney, calm down. I’m sorry." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." I looked at him.

"Dammit, Sidney. It’s the media you need to be shitting to. Not me." He gave me a nasty look.

"You the one who said he cared! You’re supposed to let me vent on you!"

"Yeah, you can vent all you want but don’t bitch at me for finding the way you worded something funny."

"You’re supposed fucking comfort me. Not laugh at me and get snappy."

"You’re the one who’s snappy! Dammit, Sidney!"

"Dammit, Colby! You’re being a fucking ass right now."

"You’re the one being a bitch!" He looked at me.

"I don’t fucking need this. I really don’t fucking need this." I sighed.

"I better go. I don’t want to fight." I got up and left. He didn’t even say anything to me. I sighed. I really didn’t need to be getting into another fight with him.

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I couldn’t sleep last night. The thing with Sidney had me totally awake. I don’t know if he’s mad at me or mad in general. I got out of bed and got dressed. I was in need of some fresh air. I walked out into the hotel lobby to see, this totally surprised me, none other then Sidney.

"Sidney, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked quietly to him. He looked in my direction and jumped when he saw me. As he was opening his mouth to answer, Jim Slater, from the Thrashers, appeared from the hallway.

"Hey Sid, you left your undershirt in my…" he trailed off as he saw me and then quickly hurried back down the hallway. Sidney left his what in his room? I looked back to Sidney.

"I heard him wrong, right?" I asked with a stern look.

"Uh…" I turned around and stormed back to my hotel. How can he do this to me? Last night did NOT deserve waking up to see this. He got fucking pissed that I kissed Ryan Malone and then turns around and fucks another guy, on the enemy team!!!

"Colby!" I heard him call from behind. I didn’t turn around, much like he didn’t when I fucked up, minus the giving of the finger. "Colby!" I know he was like right behind me, yet I slammed my hotel door in his face when I got there anyways. I heard him banging on the door, yelling for me to open it. "Colby, please. I’m so sorry! But we need to talk!"

I opened my door long enough to say. "I said I loved you, cared about you. This is the thanks I get. Thanks. I love you too." Then, I slammed the door in his face again.

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