Would You?
Characters: Jordan Staal / Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)
Summary: Jordan has some questions for Sidney
Rating: R for light swearing and some sexual, uh, thingies
Disclaimer: I do not know them, own them, or even see them on a regualr basis...I write this because I can and because I want to
Author's Note: I posted here many months ago and lost complete track of this community. Now, I found it and decided to grace these fine pages with my drabbles...This is terribly fluffy and sentimental, so watch out.
P.S.: I love constructive criticism so please be harsh!
If I was Amish, butter churning and horse-n-buggy rider, would you still hang out with me?
Sidney laughed as Jordan described the weekend he had spent back home. The way his mother did his laundry and his father complained about having no one to help him on the farm. He imitated their voices and their mannerisms perfectly.
Jordan loved to tell stories about his life back home. He thought that his family was crazy, especially with three brothers. He enjoyed telling the horror stories about injuries and fights and bruises. And Sidney liked hearing the stories; he never had a real brother.
They sat together on the back porch of Mario’s house, the cool breeze surrounding them. Cards were spread out on the tabletop, matching the cards in their hands. And tumblers of iced tea sat on the table, water running down the sides. Jordan’s right knee touched Sidney’s, both shaking when they laughed.
Sidney smirked up at Jordan, tilting his head. “Go fish.”
If I was blind, a cane-tapping sunglass-wearing non-seer, would you still look at me?
Smiling, Sidney waited patiently as Jordan modeled off his new suit. He was planning to wear it to the At Your Service dinner. It fit him nicely, snug around the waist and the hips. Sidney half-smirked at himself, playing with the tailor’s tape measure while sitting in the over-stuffed chair.
Jordan turned and frowned, deciding if he even liked the suit. Maybe it wasn’t appropriate for the event. He looked helplessly at the busy tailor, confused as to what he even wanted. Then he looked to an increasingly bored Sidney for help.
There was no response from the young man sitting in the chair. Sidney continued playing with the tape measure, watching as people walked by the window in complete oblivion. Sighing, Jordan turned back to his reflection.
Sidney crossed his legs in the chair, finally looking up at Jordan. “My index finger is exactly three and a half inches.”
If I had an accent, mispronouncing simple words and thick-lisped, would you still talk to me?
Colby rolled his eyes at Sidney, tossing his coat onto the other hotel bed. He listened to Sidney talk on the phone as usual. His voice was low and soft while his fingers methodically pushed the channel up button.
Jordan shifted his gaze from the Playgirls bitching at each other to his roommate. Max had finally come in from somewhere and he raised his eyebrows at Jordan. Jordan shrugged and cradled the beige hotel telephone between his head and shoulder.
Reaching over Sidney, Colby grabbed the remote from his hand. Sidney swatted at him half-heartedly then continued his sentence. Shaking his head, Colby tossed his body onto the other bed, crossing his legs at the ankles.
Rolling over, Jordan turned his back to the shower running. He scratched at an itch on his eyebrow then yawned.
Sidney turned his back to the television, pulling the phone cord with him. He closed his eyes briefly. “Sweet dreams, Staalzy.”
If I had only one leg, a wooden one in its place, tapping along under me, would you still walk with me?
Jordan slid the last button on his shirt into the hole. Then he looked up, seeing that half of the guys weren’t even dressed yet. He finished dressing then walked out of the locker room. No one seemed to hurry after a win, they were too busy joking around and laughing.
Outside the locker room, Jordan accosted the table filled with various foods and drinks. He nodded his head at Jeff Carter who was also browsing the goodies on the table. Grabbing an orange Gatorade, Jordan started his walk out of the arena.
Seeing movement to his left, Jordan looked over. Sidney nodded at him, pulling on his jacket. He stopped momentarily, waiting for Sidney to catch him. Then they started walking out of the bowels of the arena.
Reaching over, Sidney snatched the bottle from Jordan’s grasp. He chugged a good bit of the liquid, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s face. Then he handed it back, screwing the cap back on as he wiped his mouth.
Without stopping, they started to separate, their paths going different ways. Smiling at Jordan, Sidney punched his arm. “I hate orange Gatorade.”
If I smelled like week-old spoiled milk, curdled and foul and repulsive, would you still hug me?
There was no buzzer or flashing lights to announce their goal, no cheering and announcers’ happy voices. Not in the opposing team’s home arena at least. But they had gotten one past DiPietro, if only to pad their 7-1 lead. And the home crowd wasn’t too happy with this outcome.
Sidney reached into his mouth and popped out his mouth guard like the hundreds of other times the team had scored on the power play. He ‘woo-ed’ at the appropriate time and then looked for his teammates to help him celebrate.
Jordan skated from in front of the net, sliding past all the Islanders near him. He joined the group hug, patting the heads of his teammates. He was a little late for the celebrations, skating a little too slow to join them.
Looking over at Sidney, Jordan grinned, his mouth guard nearly falling out of his mouth. Reaching over, Sidney pulled Jordan roughly into the hug, all of them laughing now. A few jabs were given and a few congratulations.
Skating away from the minor celebration, Sidney turned to look back at a trailing Jordan. “Thanks for the screen.”
If I sweated like rain drops, heavy droplets that made everything wet, would you still hold my hand?
Jordan knew that he shouldn’t have said yes to watch this movie. He knew that his mind couldn’t handle seeing a possessed doll kill people. But he still agreed, still sat down with Sidney and watched the movie.
Looking around the room, Jordan felt that the walls were watching them. The shadows stole menacingly around the couch, creeping in on them. Closing his eyes, he shuddered slightly. He knew that the Recchis were sleeping and that if the two of them were killed, no one would know until the morning.
Finally opening his eyes, Jordan turned back to the television set. He watched in sudden rapt fascination as the lead character crept down the hallway, machete in hand. Jordan knew that it couldn’t end well with that type of set up.
Sidney shifted his eyes sideways, looking over at Jordan. Jordan’s breath was quickening as he watched the movie, the chest heaving up and down. And he was clinging to the blue pillow like it could save him from the monsters.
Turning back to the screen, Sidney was just in time to see Chucky jump out of the shadows and stab the man in the leg.
Jordan jumped and grabbed blindly for Sidney’s hand as screaming radiated from the television. Jordan held onto his hand tightly, not even noticing what he was doing.
Smiling to himself, Sidney intertwined their fingers together. “The best part is coming up.”
If I was toothless, a gum-filled, gap-toothed mouth, would you still kiss me?
Sidney pointed, his tone even more exasperated than before. He never thought it was that hard to find the drive-through of the Wendy’s. But apparently, Jordan had forgotten how to turn into a parking lot effectively.
Turning the wheel, Jordan finally maneuvered the big SUV into the drive-through lane. They waited patiently in the car, Sidney flipping through the stations trying to find a decent song to listen to.
Stopping on a country channel, Sidney gasped like he loved the song. He turned up the volume and grinned. Jordan turned to look at him, eyebrows cocked curiously.
Shrugging, Sidney didn’t even try to explain the song. It was so romantic to him, so beautiful. That was when he leaned across the console and kissed Jordan on the side of his mouth. Just because he could.
Surprised, Jordan froze to the seat. He felt something soft brush against the corner of his lips then disappear. He looked over, smiling and blushing, the bangs falling into his eyes.
Sidney licked his lips and leaned back into his seat. “I want a Frosty.”
If I suddenly lost my mind, completely free of humor, reason, thoughts, would you still love me?
It was too hot to do anything, anything but breathe. But Sidney looked over at the boy lying next to him, his pale chest rising and falling, moving up and down. He pushed a hand out into the thick, hot air and laid a hand on Jordan’s leg. He could feel the skin twitch under his palm.
Eventually, slowly, Sidney’s fingers crawled their way up Jordan’s kneecap, over the bones in his thigh, over the cotton of his boxers. Then he moved his body over Jordan’s, smiling at him. Sidney’s lips connected to the nearly hairless skin above Jordan’s waistband, under his belly button.
Giggling softly at the feeling, Jordan pulled Sidney’s face level with his. Their lips connected briefly, sending chills up both their spines. Sidney’s hands found their way to Jordan’s where they intertwined.
Without realizing it, Sidney’s hands brushed along Jordan’s side. He slid the tips of his fingertips along the soft skin, hearing the shuddering breath coming from Jordan. And the tiny giggle that followed which was so cute. Jordan’s hands covered his, trying to make him stop teasing.
Jordan tugged at Sidney’s curls when they kissed again. He wrapped his fingers into the curls, pulling gently. When they pulled apart, Sidney smirked at him. Then he slid his hands into Jordan’s blonde matted hair, tangling in the strands, kissing him again.
Sweat clung to the errant wisps of Sidney’s hair as he lay down next to Jordan. It was too hot to do anything more. The ceiling fan above them was stilled, not cooling the air around them. Turning onto his side, Sidney wrapped an arm across Jordan’s torso, their heated skin burning together.
Jordan breathed a sigh as Sidney slid his arm across his skin, feeling the sweat stick to him. Tingles went up Jordan’s spine as Sidney kissed the side of his neck, whispering into his skin, “Yes, yes I would.”
Summary: Jordan has some questions for Sidney
Rating: R for light swearing and some sexual, uh, thingies
Disclaimer: I do not know them, own them, or even see them on a regualr basis...I write this because I can and because I want to
Author's Note: I posted here many months ago and lost complete track of this community. Now, I found it and decided to grace these fine pages with my drabbles...This is terribly fluffy and sentimental, so watch out.
P.S.: I love constructive criticism so please be harsh!
If I was Amish, butter churning and horse-n-buggy rider, would you still hang out with me?
Sidney laughed as Jordan described the weekend he had spent back home. The way his mother did his laundry and his father complained about having no one to help him on the farm. He imitated their voices and their mannerisms perfectly.
Jordan loved to tell stories about his life back home. He thought that his family was crazy, especially with three brothers. He enjoyed telling the horror stories about injuries and fights and bruises. And Sidney liked hearing the stories; he never had a real brother.
They sat together on the back porch of Mario’s house, the cool breeze surrounding them. Cards were spread out on the tabletop, matching the cards in their hands. And tumblers of iced tea sat on the table, water running down the sides. Jordan’s right knee touched Sidney’s, both shaking when they laughed.
Sidney smirked up at Jordan, tilting his head. “Go fish.”
If I was blind, a cane-tapping sunglass-wearing non-seer, would you still look at me?
Smiling, Sidney waited patiently as Jordan modeled off his new suit. He was planning to wear it to the At Your Service dinner. It fit him nicely, snug around the waist and the hips. Sidney half-smirked at himself, playing with the tailor’s tape measure while sitting in the over-stuffed chair.
Jordan turned and frowned, deciding if he even liked the suit. Maybe it wasn’t appropriate for the event. He looked helplessly at the busy tailor, confused as to what he even wanted. Then he looked to an increasingly bored Sidney for help.
There was no response from the young man sitting in the chair. Sidney continued playing with the tape measure, watching as people walked by the window in complete oblivion. Sighing, Jordan turned back to his reflection.
Sidney crossed his legs in the chair, finally looking up at Jordan. “My index finger is exactly three and a half inches.”
If I had an accent, mispronouncing simple words and thick-lisped, would you still talk to me?
Colby rolled his eyes at Sidney, tossing his coat onto the other hotel bed. He listened to Sidney talk on the phone as usual. His voice was low and soft while his fingers methodically pushed the channel up button.
Jordan shifted his gaze from the Playgirls bitching at each other to his roommate. Max had finally come in from somewhere and he raised his eyebrows at Jordan. Jordan shrugged and cradled the beige hotel telephone between his head and shoulder.
Reaching over Sidney, Colby grabbed the remote from his hand. Sidney swatted at him half-heartedly then continued his sentence. Shaking his head, Colby tossed his body onto the other bed, crossing his legs at the ankles.
Rolling over, Jordan turned his back to the shower running. He scratched at an itch on his eyebrow then yawned.
Sidney turned his back to the television, pulling the phone cord with him. He closed his eyes briefly. “Sweet dreams, Staalzy.”
If I had only one leg, a wooden one in its place, tapping along under me, would you still walk with me?
Jordan slid the last button on his shirt into the hole. Then he looked up, seeing that half of the guys weren’t even dressed yet. He finished dressing then walked out of the locker room. No one seemed to hurry after a win, they were too busy joking around and laughing.
Outside the locker room, Jordan accosted the table filled with various foods and drinks. He nodded his head at Jeff Carter who was also browsing the goodies on the table. Grabbing an orange Gatorade, Jordan started his walk out of the arena.
Seeing movement to his left, Jordan looked over. Sidney nodded at him, pulling on his jacket. He stopped momentarily, waiting for Sidney to catch him. Then they started walking out of the bowels of the arena.
Reaching over, Sidney snatched the bottle from Jordan’s grasp. He chugged a good bit of the liquid, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s face. Then he handed it back, screwing the cap back on as he wiped his mouth.
Without stopping, they started to separate, their paths going different ways. Smiling at Jordan, Sidney punched his arm. “I hate orange Gatorade.”
If I smelled like week-old spoiled milk, curdled and foul and repulsive, would you still hug me?
There was no buzzer or flashing lights to announce their goal, no cheering and announcers’ happy voices. Not in the opposing team’s home arena at least. But they had gotten one past DiPietro, if only to pad their 7-1 lead. And the home crowd wasn’t too happy with this outcome.
Sidney reached into his mouth and popped out his mouth guard like the hundreds of other times the team had scored on the power play. He ‘woo-ed’ at the appropriate time and then looked for his teammates to help him celebrate.
Jordan skated from in front of the net, sliding past all the Islanders near him. He joined the group hug, patting the heads of his teammates. He was a little late for the celebrations, skating a little too slow to join them.
Looking over at Sidney, Jordan grinned, his mouth guard nearly falling out of his mouth. Reaching over, Sidney pulled Jordan roughly into the hug, all of them laughing now. A few jabs were given and a few congratulations.
Skating away from the minor celebration, Sidney turned to look back at a trailing Jordan. “Thanks for the screen.”
If I sweated like rain drops, heavy droplets that made everything wet, would you still hold my hand?
Jordan knew that he shouldn’t have said yes to watch this movie. He knew that his mind couldn’t handle seeing a possessed doll kill people. But he still agreed, still sat down with Sidney and watched the movie.
Looking around the room, Jordan felt that the walls were watching them. The shadows stole menacingly around the couch, creeping in on them. Closing his eyes, he shuddered slightly. He knew that the Recchis were sleeping and that if the two of them were killed, no one would know until the morning.
Finally opening his eyes, Jordan turned back to the television set. He watched in sudden rapt fascination as the lead character crept down the hallway, machete in hand. Jordan knew that it couldn’t end well with that type of set up.
Sidney shifted his eyes sideways, looking over at Jordan. Jordan’s breath was quickening as he watched the movie, the chest heaving up and down. And he was clinging to the blue pillow like it could save him from the monsters.
Turning back to the screen, Sidney was just in time to see Chucky jump out of the shadows and stab the man in the leg.
Jordan jumped and grabbed blindly for Sidney’s hand as screaming radiated from the television. Jordan held onto his hand tightly, not even noticing what he was doing.
Smiling to himself, Sidney intertwined their fingers together. “The best part is coming up.”
If I was toothless, a gum-filled, gap-toothed mouth, would you still kiss me?
Sidney pointed, his tone even more exasperated than before. He never thought it was that hard to find the drive-through of the Wendy’s. But apparently, Jordan had forgotten how to turn into a parking lot effectively.
Turning the wheel, Jordan finally maneuvered the big SUV into the drive-through lane. They waited patiently in the car, Sidney flipping through the stations trying to find a decent song to listen to.
Stopping on a country channel, Sidney gasped like he loved the song. He turned up the volume and grinned. Jordan turned to look at him, eyebrows cocked curiously.
Shrugging, Sidney didn’t even try to explain the song. It was so romantic to him, so beautiful. That was when he leaned across the console and kissed Jordan on the side of his mouth. Just because he could.
Surprised, Jordan froze to the seat. He felt something soft brush against the corner of his lips then disappear. He looked over, smiling and blushing, the bangs falling into his eyes.
Sidney licked his lips and leaned back into his seat. “I want a Frosty.”
If I suddenly lost my mind, completely free of humor, reason, thoughts, would you still love me?
It was too hot to do anything, anything but breathe. But Sidney looked over at the boy lying next to him, his pale chest rising and falling, moving up and down. He pushed a hand out into the thick, hot air and laid a hand on Jordan’s leg. He could feel the skin twitch under his palm.
Eventually, slowly, Sidney’s fingers crawled their way up Jordan’s kneecap, over the bones in his thigh, over the cotton of his boxers. Then he moved his body over Jordan’s, smiling at him. Sidney’s lips connected to the nearly hairless skin above Jordan’s waistband, under his belly button.
Giggling softly at the feeling, Jordan pulled Sidney’s face level with his. Their lips connected briefly, sending chills up both their spines. Sidney’s hands found their way to Jordan’s where they intertwined.
Without realizing it, Sidney’s hands brushed along Jordan’s side. He slid the tips of his fingertips along the soft skin, hearing the shuddering breath coming from Jordan. And the tiny giggle that followed which was so cute. Jordan’s hands covered his, trying to make him stop teasing.
Jordan tugged at Sidney’s curls when they kissed again. He wrapped his fingers into the curls, pulling gently. When they pulled apart, Sidney smirked at him. Then he slid his hands into Jordan’s blonde matted hair, tangling in the strands, kissing him again.
Sweat clung to the errant wisps of Sidney’s hair as he lay down next to Jordan. It was too hot to do anything more. The ceiling fan above them was stilled, not cooling the air around them. Turning onto his side, Sidney wrapped an arm across Jordan’s torso, their heated skin burning together.
Jordan breathed a sigh as Sidney slid his arm across his skin, feeling the sweat stick to him. Tingles went up Jordan’s spine as Sidney kissed the side of his neck, whispering into his skin, “Yes, yes I would.”