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Title - One Wild Ride Part 25
Pairing - Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby
Rating - NC - 17
Summery - “ I’ll leave you like this.” He said while glaring up at me.
Author's note - Merci beacoup to Daveen.
Disclaimer - I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
x - posted to hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck
February 9th, 2006
Sidney wiggling around on the bed woke me up. It barely woke me up; I was still half asleep with my eyes closed. My muscles were all still tired when I felt Sidney sit up in bed. I then felt the valley in the bed disappear as I heard footsteps around the room. I was playing around with the idea of opening my eyes and starting the day. I heard the sounds of fabric being rubbed against skin and then the door open and close.
My head was still heavy with the sensations of sleep and the darkness that filled the room. Shit, what time is it? If it’s this dark, it can’t be morning yet…
I finally decided to open my eyes and check the alarm clock. Shit, it’s 4:30 in the morning. What the hell is Sidney doing up at this hour? Then I heard the toilet flush.
… Oh.
I sat up on an elbow and looked over to the door. A few seconds later, Sidney walked in.
“I was trying not to wake you up…” he said. He had gotten dressed in just his jeans. Shiiiit, Sid, it’s 4:30 in the morning, you can’t be looking like that this early. You could see every muscle on his chest in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Well, you wiggle too much.” I said.
He laughed. “Sorry… you gonna get dressed?”
I smirked at him. “No.”
“Good.” He said and walked towards the bed. “I like you naked better anyways…”
“Damn, Sid… too early for that.” I said as he climbed back in to bed.
“It’s never too early for that.” He said with a smile.
“Well, today it is… I’m tired.”
“Aww, poor Colby.” He said with a laugh.
I glared at him. “Shut up.”
He laughed and leaned forward, kissing my cheek. “You know I love you.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t tell you to shut up.”
He stuck out his tongue at me and I laughed. “Goodnight, Colby.”
“Night Sidney.” He rolled over and tried to sleep. “Oh, and Sidney?” He looked back at me. “I like you naked better, too.” He smirked at me.
“I’ll keep that one in mind.”
I nodded. “Ok… night, Sid.”
He smiled and rolled back over.
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“Who exactly was at the door last night?” Whits asked after practice. We were at the airport waiting for the boarding call for the flight to Raleigh, North Carolina.
“Sid…” I said.
He grinned and laughed a little. “Nice, soil my apartment already?”
I blushed a little. “Maybe…”
“Ah… he went out with Bergs last night, right?”
I scoffed. “Yeah.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck, why does everyone think that!?”
“Uh, well, it’s kind of obvious the way you say it…”
I kinda just rolled my eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”
He shrugged. “Whatever…”
“What’s up with Max and you? You guys’ soiled your apartment yet?” I said with a laugh.
“Yeeeeeeeah.”
I laughed. “You’re commenting on me…”
“Shut up, Colby, I’ve been there longer then a week.”
I gave him the finger. “Fuck you.”
February 10th, 2006
Dude. We actually won. Holy shit, we were playing the CANES! We left for DC right after the game.
February 11th, 2006
I officially hate my team. So, the hotel we booked ran out of rooms with two beds. So the rest of the team thought it would be so funny to stick Sidney and I in a room with ONE bed.
Not funny. Dude, the media hears about it and they’re gonna have another fucking field day. And I’m not in the mood for having a bunch of suits and ties up my ass asking me personal questions… again. Or having my picture in the paper with another horrendous headline like… Armstrong, Crosby found having sex in Washington hotel or some type of bullshit like that.
Because this is the media we’re talking about. After just finding out that Canada’s star player is gay and dating his right wing, you know they are going to blow everything out of proportion. Because that’s what they do. Blow everything out of proportion, except for a newspaper here and there that actually gives you the real shit.
I mean, it’s not that I mind sleeping in the same bed as Sid, we’ve done it a million times, but come on. We’ll be getting shit from the team all day and night. Shit, Mark Recchi was saying he’d call every hour, and if we answered the phone out of breath, he’d tell the whole team.
Well, that really sucks. So like, no matter what happens, we can’t do anything tonight. I mean, I’m not totally sure what’s so different about tonight then any other night. So, we’re in one bed, OK, that changes everything from the times where there’s two beds. Well, we didn’t tell them this but just because there’s one bed isn’t gonna change what would happen.
Post game…
Holy shit! We fucking killed the Capitals! 6 to fucking 3! Sidney picked up a goal and a few assists and I got the game-winning goal. Damn. Fucking damn.
That was… wow.
But Sidney isn’t all that excited after the game.
“I just know Alex is gonna be an ass and come up and bitch at us.” Sidney said.
“Hey, his team got their asses handed to them so he shouldn’t have anything to say.” I said.
Sidney sighed. “Yeah, but Alex is an asshole.”
“True. Just don’t let it get to ya.”
He sighed. “I dunno…”
Later…
After the fifth knock on the hotel door, the shit with making fun of Sid and me got really fucking old. If I answered the door, they’d just run off and I didn’t, we’d be getting calls asking us how the sex is.
Sidney wants to give them something to talk about. But if they hear us fuck, we’ll never live it down. Never. So I’m trying to get that idea out of his head.
After the game, from the bus, we saw Alex creeping around the arena by where our bus picks up, around the exits. Sidney called him a fucking retard. It was pretty sad seeing him just stalking outside the arena, waiting for us to come out so he could make an ass of himself and try to tell us off. He doesn’t seen to realize that we OWNED his team tonight and him calling us rude names for being gay isn’t gonna change anything.
Knock, knock.
“FUCK OFF!” Sidney yelled from next to me in bed. I heard giggling outside the door and then footsteps walking away. I sighed and turned to Sidney next to me.
“So…” I started.
“So…?”
“I was kinda hoping you’d have something to talk about…”
“You scored the game-winning goal, Colby, we shouldn’t be talking at all.” His eye had a wicked gleam in it.
I let a grin slowly slide across my face. “What are you thinking, Sidney?”
He smirked. “You should know.” He leaned forward and kissed me. Hard. And I was almost instantly hard. Sidney was forcing his tongue past my lips so it could rub against my own. I moaned out and Sidney bit down on my lip.
“Shut up.” He said. “I won’t do this if you’re loud.”
I nodded. “I’ll be quiet. We’ll never live to see tomorrow if the guys hear us.”
“Yep. So shut up.”
I smirked at him and said. “Make me.”
“Ok.”
In a second, I was pressed to the bed with his lips crushing against mine.
“Oh, shit, Sid.” I came apart from him long enough to moan before his lips were back against mine and his hands were down at the bottom of my shirt. The kiss was broken once more as my shirt was tossed off the side of the bed. Instead of Sidney’s lips returning back to my own, they moved down a little, and roughly latched on to my neck. I moaned louder and his hand came up and pressed against my mouth. Whoops.
Sidney’s mouth moved down and down, and pressed kisses over my chest and stomach; all while his free hand started rubbing over my crotch. Oh shit, I feel like I’m gonna rip a fucking seam… Almost as if he read my thoughts, he started undoing my dress pants and then pulled them down.
I sat up a little on the pillows so I could see what he was doing, and would be doing, better. Sid had a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, so he stripped off his shirt and wiped it off.
Oh shit, Sid. He looked fucking amazing like that; you could see every single hard muscle in his chest and some down his back when he bent over. Oh shit, he has amazing shoulders… Oh fuck, he was making my hard-on fucking worse… and he better fucking do something about it soon…
I was still in underwear, some really tight underwear due to the tent that was in them. It was getting painful, and every time I tried to reach down to push them off, Sidney would grab my hand and say he’d take them off when he was ready to. And then he’d just massage me through that thin, painful fabric and make it hurt even more.
Then, goddamn him, he bent down and started sucking me through the fabric. I bit my lip hard to hold back the sounds I’d usually be making. He had his lips wrapped around just the head, and I wouldn’t dare look down because this was painful enough, so I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt the moisture that was Sidney’s mouth moving down and down, taking more and more in to his mouth.
“Sidney…” I moaned out, drawing him off of my cock. “Please, fucking please, take them off…” I opened my eyes, only a little. He was staring up at me.
“I dunno, Colby…” He had this devilish grin on his face, just teasing me more. His fingers danced around the elastic of my boxer-briefs, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything with them. He just pulled them up and let them snap back against my skin.
He did a few more times before I moaned out, almost whined. “Sidney… what the hell are you doing to me?”
He still had that terrible grin all across his face before he simply answered. “Teasing you.”
“Yeah, I know, but shit, Sidney, please… take them off…”
He smirked up at me and began to pull them down, and for a second, I thought I’d finally convinced him. But then he just let them snap back at me and that devilish grin slid across his face again.
I let my hand slide down my chest and Sidney grabbed it before I reached my crotch.
“No.” Sidney said.
I moaned. “Then you do it…I’m dying up here…”
Sidney chuckled. “You mean it doesn’t feel good?”
“Oh, it feels good… just… do fucking more.”
“You want… more?”
I moaned. “Yeah…”
“… More?” I didn’t notice him hooking his hands on to the elastic.
“Yeah…”
”Are you sure?” Didn’t notice him pulling them down and off my hips.
“Yeah…”
“Totally?” His fist had wrapped around my cock. I moaned out, feeling him against me, but I was in a bit of a daze from all that he was doing.
“Yeah, I’m sure…”
“Ok, then.” Then I felt his mouth. Oh shit, Sidney Crosby’s fucking mouth. He started out slow and gently moved down on me. My fell back against the pillow and concentrated on what Sidney was doing.
“Oh fuck, Sidney…” I moaned out and I closed my eyes. Sidney moved up and down more, still slow, letting his plump lips that felt so fucking good against me, massage my cock. He was still being fucking slow. It was torture, and it felt fucking amazing.
Then there was a knock on the door. Sidney was off me in a second and we hear a key hit the lock. Fuck, that’s Coach.
“Get the fuck to the bathroom.” Sidney whispered forcefully to me. So, I jumped up and ran in to the bathroom. As I was locking the door; I heard the hotel room door open.
And then I remembered Sidney wasn’t wearing a shirt and sweating. Shit, that’s obvious. Sidney Crosby, sweating on the bed without a shirt and Colby Armstrong, Sidney’s boyfriend, in the bathroom, not coming out.
Well, we’re fucked. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist before pressing my ear to the door.
“Where’s Colby?” I heard Coach ask.
“Bathroom.” Sidney answered simply.
“What’s he doing?”
“Showering.”
“How long has he been in there?”
“Little while…”
Shit, he’s not gonna ask me to come out is he?
I heard a knock on the door. “Colby?” Coach called.
“Yeah?” I said back.
“How much longer?”
“I dunno. I had to piss and now I need a shower.”
“Didn’t you take one at the arena?”
Shit, Sidney, why couldn’t you have just said I was peeing? “Well, it was really hot in here when he got in, and it was disgusting and I was feeling gross so I took a shower.”
“Well, it’s pretty comfortable in here right now…”
“Well, Sid was gonna turn up the AC while I was in the shower…”
“Ok… well, hurry it up in there, Army, early flight tomorrow.”
“Yep.”
I heard the door closed and I sighed a sigh of relief. I leaned against the sink. Shit, we were lucky Coach didn’t want to come in and say something to me since I have the hugest fucking tent in this towel…
Then I heard the bed creak and then a knock on the door. I unlocked it and opened it. Sidney leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. I leaned against the sink and he walked towards me. Then he was right in front of me, I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Then he looked down and chuckled at his work in the towel.
So, I just gave him a smirk and said. “You gonna finish off?”
He grinned at me and ran his hand over the bump, and I took in a sharp breath. Then he pressed his mouth to mine, his hand still moving against me. If any part of me had calmed down, it sparked back up when my lips tasted Sidney’s. I groaned against his mouth and he moved his lips down to my neck. My head fell back and his hand continued to stroke me as his mouth sucked on my neck.
Then he moved down more, pressing kisses all over my chest and then his hand swiped away my towel.
Then he moved down and just as I was looking down at him, he took me back in his mouth. I moaned and watched him this time. He moved up and down on the head, a lot faster then before, getting up to a quick fast pace.
I watched the dark hair bob between my legs and I ran my hair through his hair. Shit, he’s so fucking good at his.
Then my cock hit the back of his throat and I had the heat of his mouth pounding down on me and I screamed.
Then he pulled off completely. “I’ll leave you like this.” He said glaring up at me.
Oops. “I’ll shut up.” I said while biting the inside of my mouth.
“You better.” He said, scooting back towards my cock before taking it back in to his mouth. I moaned again and he began to suck me harder. I bit the inside of my mouth harder, sure I was gonna cut it, and he began to move faster, rougher.
I set my hands on the counter for support and moaned.
“Fuck, Sid…”
His hand slipped around one of my legs, to help support me, and he took me all the way in to his mouth and held it there.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned loudly, getting a pinch from Sidney and he just kept me there. His mouth was wide open and he felt so fucking good on me. I moaned, even fucking louder as his mouth was still there. Shit, he has some fucking throat muscles.
He held himself there for a few more seconds and then he pulled off, scraping his teeth against the shaft the whole way back, and pulled completely off. I looked down at him.
“Shit, Colby, do you ever come?” Sidney asked with an impish grin.
“You keep your mouth off me then no, I don’t.” I said, responding with a similar grin.
He smirked and moved back forward, circling his tongue around the head and then slowly moving down the rest. I moaned as he had his eyes locked on mine. Sidney moaned against my cock, sending a frenzy of vibrations down my cock, making me moan louder. Oh fuck, so close…
Then he went crazy, moving up and down as fast as he could. My head rolled back and I moaned louder and louder until I bit down on the inside of my mouth as hard as I could and squirted in to his mouth.
I was completely out of breath and Sidney stood up and looked me in the face. Once I’d gotten the breaths back, he kissed me softly.
“Bed?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s needed.” I said.
Pairing - Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby
Rating - NC - 17
Summery - “ I’ll leave you like this.” He said while glaring up at me.
Author's note - Merci beacoup to Daveen.
Disclaimer - I don't own these guys. The stats are real but nothing else. Just a part of my imagination.
x - posted to hockey_rambles and i_wanna_puck
February 9th, 2006
Sidney wiggling around on the bed woke me up. It barely woke me up; I was still half asleep with my eyes closed. My muscles were all still tired when I felt Sidney sit up in bed. I then felt the valley in the bed disappear as I heard footsteps around the room. I was playing around with the idea of opening my eyes and starting the day. I heard the sounds of fabric being rubbed against skin and then the door open and close.
My head was still heavy with the sensations of sleep and the darkness that filled the room. Shit, what time is it? If it’s this dark, it can’t be morning yet…
I finally decided to open my eyes and check the alarm clock. Shit, it’s 4:30 in the morning. What the hell is Sidney doing up at this hour? Then I heard the toilet flush.
… Oh.
I sat up on an elbow and looked over to the door. A few seconds later, Sidney walked in.
“I was trying not to wake you up…” he said. He had gotten dressed in just his jeans. Shiiiit, Sid, it’s 4:30 in the morning, you can’t be looking like that this early. You could see every muscle on his chest in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Well, you wiggle too much.” I said.
He laughed. “Sorry… you gonna get dressed?”
I smirked at him. “No.”
“Good.” He said and walked towards the bed. “I like you naked better anyways…”
“Damn, Sid… too early for that.” I said as he climbed back in to bed.
“It’s never too early for that.” He said with a smile.
“Well, today it is… I’m tired.”
“Aww, poor Colby.” He said with a laugh.
I glared at him. “Shut up.”
He laughed and leaned forward, kissing my cheek. “You know I love you.”
“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t tell you to shut up.”
He stuck out his tongue at me and I laughed. “Goodnight, Colby.”
“Night Sidney.” He rolled over and tried to sleep. “Oh, and Sidney?” He looked back at me. “I like you naked better, too.” He smirked at me.
“I’ll keep that one in mind.”
I nodded. “Ok… night, Sid.”
He smiled and rolled back over.
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“Who exactly was at the door last night?” Whits asked after practice. We were at the airport waiting for the boarding call for the flight to Raleigh, North Carolina.
“Sid…” I said.
He grinned and laughed a little. “Nice, soil my apartment already?”
I blushed a little. “Maybe…”
“Ah… he went out with Bergs last night, right?”
I scoffed. “Yeah.”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck, why does everyone think that!?”
“Uh, well, it’s kind of obvious the way you say it…”
I kinda just rolled my eyes. “That’s ridiculous.”
He shrugged. “Whatever…”
“What’s up with Max and you? You guys’ soiled your apartment yet?” I said with a laugh.
“Yeeeeeeeah.”
I laughed. “You’re commenting on me…”
“Shut up, Colby, I’ve been there longer then a week.”
I gave him the finger. “Fuck you.”
February 10th, 2006
Dude. We actually won. Holy shit, we were playing the CANES! We left for DC right after the game.
February 11th, 2006
I officially hate my team. So, the hotel we booked ran out of rooms with two beds. So the rest of the team thought it would be so funny to stick Sidney and I in a room with ONE bed.
Not funny. Dude, the media hears about it and they’re gonna have another fucking field day. And I’m not in the mood for having a bunch of suits and ties up my ass asking me personal questions… again. Or having my picture in the paper with another horrendous headline like… Armstrong, Crosby found having sex in Washington hotel or some type of bullshit like that.
Because this is the media we’re talking about. After just finding out that Canada’s star player is gay and dating his right wing, you know they are going to blow everything out of proportion. Because that’s what they do. Blow everything out of proportion, except for a newspaper here and there that actually gives you the real shit.
I mean, it’s not that I mind sleeping in the same bed as Sid, we’ve done it a million times, but come on. We’ll be getting shit from the team all day and night. Shit, Mark Recchi was saying he’d call every hour, and if we answered the phone out of breath, he’d tell the whole team.
Well, that really sucks. So like, no matter what happens, we can’t do anything tonight. I mean, I’m not totally sure what’s so different about tonight then any other night. So, we’re in one bed, OK, that changes everything from the times where there’s two beds. Well, we didn’t tell them this but just because there’s one bed isn’t gonna change what would happen.
Post game…
Holy shit! We fucking killed the Capitals! 6 to fucking 3! Sidney picked up a goal and a few assists and I got the game-winning goal. Damn. Fucking damn.
That was… wow.
But Sidney isn’t all that excited after the game.
“I just know Alex is gonna be an ass and come up and bitch at us.” Sidney said.
“Hey, his team got their asses handed to them so he shouldn’t have anything to say.” I said.
Sidney sighed. “Yeah, but Alex is an asshole.”
“True. Just don’t let it get to ya.”
He sighed. “I dunno…”
Later…
After the fifth knock on the hotel door, the shit with making fun of Sid and me got really fucking old. If I answered the door, they’d just run off and I didn’t, we’d be getting calls asking us how the sex is.
Sidney wants to give them something to talk about. But if they hear us fuck, we’ll never live it down. Never. So I’m trying to get that idea out of his head.
After the game, from the bus, we saw Alex creeping around the arena by where our bus picks up, around the exits. Sidney called him a fucking retard. It was pretty sad seeing him just stalking outside the arena, waiting for us to come out so he could make an ass of himself and try to tell us off. He doesn’t seen to realize that we OWNED his team tonight and him calling us rude names for being gay isn’t gonna change anything.
Knock, knock.
“FUCK OFF!” Sidney yelled from next to me in bed. I heard giggling outside the door and then footsteps walking away. I sighed and turned to Sidney next to me.
“So…” I started.
“So…?”
“I was kinda hoping you’d have something to talk about…”
“You scored the game-winning goal, Colby, we shouldn’t be talking at all.” His eye had a wicked gleam in it.
I let a grin slowly slide across my face. “What are you thinking, Sidney?”
He smirked. “You should know.” He leaned forward and kissed me. Hard. And I was almost instantly hard. Sidney was forcing his tongue past my lips so it could rub against my own. I moaned out and Sidney bit down on my lip.
“Shut up.” He said. “I won’t do this if you’re loud.”
I nodded. “I’ll be quiet. We’ll never live to see tomorrow if the guys hear us.”
“Yep. So shut up.”
I smirked at him and said. “Make me.”
“Ok.”
In a second, I was pressed to the bed with his lips crushing against mine.
“Oh, shit, Sid.” I came apart from him long enough to moan before his lips were back against mine and his hands were down at the bottom of my shirt. The kiss was broken once more as my shirt was tossed off the side of the bed. Instead of Sidney’s lips returning back to my own, they moved down a little, and roughly latched on to my neck. I moaned louder and his hand came up and pressed against my mouth. Whoops.
Sidney’s mouth moved down and down, and pressed kisses over my chest and stomach; all while his free hand started rubbing over my crotch. Oh shit, I feel like I’m gonna rip a fucking seam… Almost as if he read my thoughts, he started undoing my dress pants and then pulled them down.
I sat up a little on the pillows so I could see what he was doing, and would be doing, better. Sid had a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, so he stripped off his shirt and wiped it off.
Oh shit, Sid. He looked fucking amazing like that; you could see every single hard muscle in his chest and some down his back when he bent over. Oh shit, he has amazing shoulders… Oh fuck, he was making my hard-on fucking worse… and he better fucking do something about it soon…
I was still in underwear, some really tight underwear due to the tent that was in them. It was getting painful, and every time I tried to reach down to push them off, Sidney would grab my hand and say he’d take them off when he was ready to. And then he’d just massage me through that thin, painful fabric and make it hurt even more.
Then, goddamn him, he bent down and started sucking me through the fabric. I bit my lip hard to hold back the sounds I’d usually be making. He had his lips wrapped around just the head, and I wouldn’t dare look down because this was painful enough, so I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt the moisture that was Sidney’s mouth moving down and down, taking more and more in to his mouth.
“Sidney…” I moaned out, drawing him off of my cock. “Please, fucking please, take them off…” I opened my eyes, only a little. He was staring up at me.
“I dunno, Colby…” He had this devilish grin on his face, just teasing me more. His fingers danced around the elastic of my boxer-briefs, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything with them. He just pulled them up and let them snap back against my skin.
He did a few more times before I moaned out, almost whined. “Sidney… what the hell are you doing to me?”
He still had that terrible grin all across his face before he simply answered. “Teasing you.”
“Yeah, I know, but shit, Sidney, please… take them off…”
He smirked up at me and began to pull them down, and for a second, I thought I’d finally convinced him. But then he just let them snap back at me and that devilish grin slid across his face again.
I let my hand slide down my chest and Sidney grabbed it before I reached my crotch.
“No.” Sidney said.
I moaned. “Then you do it…I’m dying up here…”
Sidney chuckled. “You mean it doesn’t feel good?”
“Oh, it feels good… just… do fucking more.”
“You want… more?”
I moaned. “Yeah…”
“… More?” I didn’t notice him hooking his hands on to the elastic.
“Yeah…”
”Are you sure?” Didn’t notice him pulling them down and off my hips.
“Yeah…”
“Totally?” His fist had wrapped around my cock. I moaned out, feeling him against me, but I was in a bit of a daze from all that he was doing.
“Yeah, I’m sure…”
“Ok, then.” Then I felt his mouth. Oh shit, Sidney Crosby’s fucking mouth. He started out slow and gently moved down on me. My fell back against the pillow and concentrated on what Sidney was doing.
“Oh fuck, Sidney…” I moaned out and I closed my eyes. Sidney moved up and down more, still slow, letting his plump lips that felt so fucking good against me, massage my cock. He was still being fucking slow. It was torture, and it felt fucking amazing.
Then there was a knock on the door. Sidney was off me in a second and we hear a key hit the lock. Fuck, that’s Coach.
“Get the fuck to the bathroom.” Sidney whispered forcefully to me. So, I jumped up and ran in to the bathroom. As I was locking the door; I heard the hotel room door open.
And then I remembered Sidney wasn’t wearing a shirt and sweating. Shit, that’s obvious. Sidney Crosby, sweating on the bed without a shirt and Colby Armstrong, Sidney’s boyfriend, in the bathroom, not coming out.
Well, we’re fucked. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist before pressing my ear to the door.
“Where’s Colby?” I heard Coach ask.
“Bathroom.” Sidney answered simply.
“What’s he doing?”
“Showering.”
“How long has he been in there?”
“Little while…”
Shit, he’s not gonna ask me to come out is he?
I heard a knock on the door. “Colby?” Coach called.
“Yeah?” I said back.
“How much longer?”
“I dunno. I had to piss and now I need a shower.”
“Didn’t you take one at the arena?”
Shit, Sidney, why couldn’t you have just said I was peeing? “Well, it was really hot in here when he got in, and it was disgusting and I was feeling gross so I took a shower.”
“Well, it’s pretty comfortable in here right now…”
“Well, Sid was gonna turn up the AC while I was in the shower…”
“Ok… well, hurry it up in there, Army, early flight tomorrow.”
“Yep.”
I heard the door closed and I sighed a sigh of relief. I leaned against the sink. Shit, we were lucky Coach didn’t want to come in and say something to me since I have the hugest fucking tent in this towel…
Then I heard the bed creak and then a knock on the door. I unlocked it and opened it. Sidney leaned against the doorframe and looked at me. I leaned against the sink and he walked towards me. Then he was right in front of me, I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Then he looked down and chuckled at his work in the towel.
So, I just gave him a smirk and said. “You gonna finish off?”
He grinned at me and ran his hand over the bump, and I took in a sharp breath. Then he pressed his mouth to mine, his hand still moving against me. If any part of me had calmed down, it sparked back up when my lips tasted Sidney’s. I groaned against his mouth and he moved his lips down to my neck. My head fell back and his hand continued to stroke me as his mouth sucked on my neck.
Then he moved down more, pressing kisses all over my chest and then his hand swiped away my towel.
Then he moved down and just as I was looking down at him, he took me back in his mouth. I moaned and watched him this time. He moved up and down on the head, a lot faster then before, getting up to a quick fast pace.
I watched the dark hair bob between my legs and I ran my hair through his hair. Shit, he’s so fucking good at his.
Then my cock hit the back of his throat and I had the heat of his mouth pounding down on me and I screamed.
Then he pulled off completely. “I’ll leave you like this.” He said glaring up at me.
Oops. “I’ll shut up.” I said while biting the inside of my mouth.
“You better.” He said, scooting back towards my cock before taking it back in to his mouth. I moaned again and he began to suck me harder. I bit the inside of my mouth harder, sure I was gonna cut it, and he began to move faster, rougher.
I set my hands on the counter for support and moaned.
“Fuck, Sid…”
His hand slipped around one of my legs, to help support me, and he took me all the way in to his mouth and held it there.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned loudly, getting a pinch from Sidney and he just kept me there. His mouth was wide open and he felt so fucking good on me. I moaned, even fucking louder as his mouth was still there. Shit, he has some fucking throat muscles.
He held himself there for a few more seconds and then he pulled off, scraping his teeth against the shaft the whole way back, and pulled completely off. I looked down at him.
“Shit, Colby, do you ever come?” Sidney asked with an impish grin.
“You keep your mouth off me then no, I don’t.” I said, responding with a similar grin.
He smirked and moved back forward, circling his tongue around the head and then slowly moving down the rest. I moaned as he had his eyes locked on mine. Sidney moaned against my cock, sending a frenzy of vibrations down my cock, making me moan louder. Oh fuck, so close…
Then he went crazy, moving up and down as fast as he could. My head rolled back and I moaned louder and louder until I bit down on the inside of my mouth as hard as I could and squirted in to his mouth.
I was completely out of breath and Sidney stood up and looked me in the face. Once I’d gotten the breaths back, he kissed me softly.
“Bed?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s needed.” I said.