[A Little Left of Center] Sidney and Patrice do Brazil. NC-17 (Underaged sex!) 1/5?
Author: ~~~Angel~~~
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Crosby/Begeron
Dedication: To Lyndelle!!! Thanks for the beta!
Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is
written from the fictitious point of view, all the characters
feelings and thoughts are those of the authors, all persons, names
and logos belong to there perspective copy rights or perspective
persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all
names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of
fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included
persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
to all involved within.
A/N: This is my ELEVENTH Sidney fic in the [A Little Left Of Center Series].
If you want to read the pervious fics in this series go
HERE
XPosted to: My LJ, Rambles, ihf
Brazil?
At first it seemed like a ridiculous idea to me. Brazil. South America.
Then again it makes perfect sense. Both Patrice and I have the money to go, and heck we might as well go while we both have the time off.
So here I am, on a plane from Halifax to Toronto. Then Patrice and I will be on a plane together from Toronto to Sao Palo, then Sao Palo to Salvador. We have a week and a bit of activities and such planned. I can’t wait.
Unfortunately it’s gotten off to bad start. My flight was over booked in first class. Scowling I managed to get an emergency exit seat in second. Still, a lot more people, a lot more stares.
So here I am. My plane was supposed to take off a few minutes ago. We are, however, still sitting here waiting for a passenger who, ironically enough, is supposed to be sitting next to me. But he/she is not here so I sit, my ball cap pulled low over my face. I’m turned to look out my window with my IPod blasting in my ears. I am NOT happy about having to sit in second class. At least I have an emergency exit seat, so I have a little more room to stretch out.
I look up just in time to see this…man? Flying down the aisle. My immediate impression of him is he’s a hippy. Actually, he reminds me of the guy that got up to accept Eminem’s award at the Oscar’s when his song won for best original soundtrack… or something like that. He throws his bag up into the overhead compartment and then plops into his seat. I can’t help it. I’m staring at him in earnest. Before I really have a chance to say or do anything, a stewardess is leaning over him and he’s standing up and stalking off.
As soon as he disappears, another person flops into the seat next to me, balancing a Clearwater box and a laptop on his lap.
He then attempts to stuff the box under the seats. All the while he is talking to the box, or rather I should say the thing (things??) that are in the box.
“Come on buddie you know you wanna fit under the seat… yes you do, yes you do…” He takes on a voice that someone would use while taking to a dog… or a very small child. I observe him as he finally gives up, admitting to himself that his box is too big. He tosses his laptop under the seat in front of him and he places the box in the overhead compartment.
That task accomplished, he sits down heavily in the seat. I click off my IPod and pull it out of my ears.
“Hey, I’m Trevor,” he says with a grin. He has sandy blond hair and these awesome blue eyes. If I wasn’t with Patrice I would definitely go for him. WOAH where did that one come from?
“Hi,” I reply, not really looking at him in an attempt to have him not realize who I am.
He smiles at me with this killer grin. “So you going to Toronto?” he asks as he buckles himself into his seat.
“Uhh.” I pause. To tell or not to tell, fuck it. “Going through Toronto on my way to Brazil.”
“Awesome.” He flashes me a smile before continuing on. “I’m going to Vancouver. I’m going to see my wife, haven’t seen her in ten weeks.”
“Oh, umm why?” I ask self-consciously.
“Because I’m a fucking hairy bag. Oh wait, do you mind if I swear?” He waits for my nod and then he keeps going. “I’ve been in Halifax, living on A block. Ever heard of A block?” Again he pauses for just a moment, not even long enough for me to respond to him. “Well, it fucking sucks, dude, so I’m excited getting some time off. I get to go home, bang my wife and play with my truck.”
I am saved from a response by the video screen turning on and the whole “what to do in an emergency” video starting. I ignore the video and place my IPod in my pocket.
“So why are you going to Brazil?” Trevor asks me once the video is finished.
I shrug. “Just a trip.”
“Ever been there before?”
“No.”
“Really? You gotta be careful in those places, man. In the navy I’ve gone everywhere. Dude, watch those poor kids. They’ll steal you blind.” I feel the engines kick to life and we start to taxi out of Halifax.
When we pick up speed and start to take off I get that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that gives me that quick cheap thrill, and makes me feel fantastic.
Once we’re in the air, Trevor grins. “I just love that feeling you get in your gut when you take off. It’s great, eh?”
I nod and he just keeps babbling on. I’m coming to realize that not only does he like to talk, from the smell of his breath he’s had more than a few drinks. Heck, he smells like a brewery.
“Oh, by the way, I hope you don’t mind if I drink.”
“No, go ahead.”
He chuckles. “I’ve already had a few, man. That’s why I almost missed the plane. There I was, sitting the bar and I was like, so you can hear all of the announcements, right? And the lady bartender was like yea, yea, I hear everything, and then I’m sitting there drinking and I met this great couple and we were chatting and then I was like, are you sure you can hear the announcements and she was like, yea don’t worry, then I looked up and I was like SHIT! It’s two thirty. I was like damn, my plane is supposed to be taking off right now, are you sure you didn’t hear the announcement, and she was like well… so I jumped up, paid my bill and booked it here only to find out that they had given my seat away to a jumper, well I got it back and here I am. I kinda feel bad for him but I haven’t seen my wife in six weeks so you know.”
Did he just say six weeks? A moment ago he said ten weeks. I just nod and he continues blathering on about this and that.
“Dude I am so glad I’m sitting next to a cool person like you, I could be sitting next to a guy like him.” He jabs his finger behind him and I glance behind the seats to see this rather large guy snoring away. “Urgh it’s so nice to talk to someone when you’re on a flight, eh? It makes the time fly.” Again I nod in agreement.
“And MAN! You look like my little brother. When I get home, I’m going to tell everyone how I sat next to this guy who looks just like my little brother. I’m totally serious, dude.” He looks directly at me, and I feel like he’s actually looking at me and seeing me, rather than seeing the fame that most people see.
“And I’m going to tell everyone that I met this crazy hairy bag on the plane!”
He laughs and then throws his arms around my shoulders. “Dude, I think I like you.”
His grin is contagious and I have to grin too. The flight attendant stops next to our row at that exact moment, her eyebrows raised.
“Can I get you gentlemen something?”
“Beer please,” Trevor says while digging money out of his pocket and turning to me. “Did you want anything?”
I ask for an apple juice and decline his offer to buy me anything.
He keeps asking me if I want anything long after the attendant leaves. The whole time he was drinking his beer he kept bitching about how skunky it was. After he finished he stands up.
“I gotta take a piss. Damn beer.”
I’m half giggling as he leaves, wandering off to look for a bathroom.
I yank out my IPod; placing my headphone in one ear, I start surfing for a good song.
“Umm Mr. Crosby.” I turn my head and there is this cute kid standing there, looking at me and clutching something in his hand.
“Yes,” I reply, flashing my killer smile.
“I’m really, really sorry to bother you but would you please sign my hockey puck?” his voice trembles and he can’t be more that six or seven.
“Sure kid. Here, sit down,” I say, gesturing to the empty seat next to me. “What’s your name?” I ask him as I dig out my Sharpie from my bag.
“Josh,” he says quietly. “Josh Foster.”
I smile at him. “Do you play hockey, Josh?”
He nods slowly and then answers, “I play on a Tim Bits team.”
“I used to play on one of those teams a long time ago,” I reply softly before handing him back his now signed puck. “Keep playing and play for fun!”
“I will Mr. Crosby! Thank you so much,” he says and he sides out of the seat.
I chuckle after him. “You’re welcome, Josh.” The kid hurries away back to his seat and I look up and see Trevor making his way back to his seat. He flops down heavily, sighing.
“Dude I need to remember that beer makes me piss… oh well I want another, I wonder when they are coming around again.” He starts to crane his head, looking to see if the flight attendant is coming again. “Dude, I really need another beer if I want to make it though this flight.”
I laugh at him and then say, “Why don’t you just go back and get one?”
“Ahh Man! I knew I loved you.” He jumps up and half runs down the aisle to get a beer.
I take this moment to glance at my watch. Man, we are like half an hour outside of Toronto. Did this flight ever go fast!
Trevor plops back down into the seat next to me. Popping the top of his beer, he takes a long draw before making a face.
“Yuck! This beer is fucking stinky!” He takes another long drink and I shake my head “Then stop drinking it!”
“Hell no! Man, this beer cost me five bucks!” He pauses for a second, looking at the beer and then says, “FUCK! What a waste of five bucks!” He takes one last long drink and then burps, carefully placing the can in the pocket of the seat in front of him.
Before we can really say anything else the seat belt light comes on, announcing our descent into Pearson International.
“I hate this air port,” Trevor grumbles as he snaps his seat belt into place.
“I do too! URGH!” We both stop for a moment and then look at each other. “THE BUSES SUCK!” we say in fairly loud voices before I realize people are looking at us. Whoops. I duck my head to avoid detection and the flight attendant shoots us a warning glance before she pulls out her chair from the wall and takes a seat.
“Oh man…” Trevor starts.
“What?” I ask him, glancing his way.
“Umm I gotta take a piss!”
I try to cover my amusement. “We’re descending. You can’t go now!”
“But I really gotta go!” He half whines, crossing his legs and placing his hands between his knees.
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you five or something?”
He grins at me. “Hell no! I’m at least six!”
Laughing I reply, “Well then, you need to remember that beer makes you need to piss!”
“Shit! I knew I forgot something!” He’s half laughing at himself, but still squirming in his seat, poor guy really does have to go!
“Oh, man! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!”
The flight attendant looks at him with a rather amused expression on her face. “When we start to taxi you can go to the bathroom.”
Trevor gets this relived look on his face. “OH MY GOD! Thank you! I would ask you to marry me if I wasn’t already taken!”
She looks as though she is biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, “You’re welcome.”
He goes back to squirming in his seat and chanting. “Hurry up,” until I feel the familiar bump and were on solid ground again.
He starts to unbuckle his seat belt.
“Just wait a moment,” the flight attendant says as she gets her-self unbuckled and folds away her seat.
“Can I go now, PLEASE?” My God, he really does sound like he is six!
She looks at him and sighs. “Yes, go.”
He jumps up and starts running down the aisle. “Thank you,” he calls over his shoulder before he disappears into the bathroom.
I laugh my ass off at him as I pull my huge bag out from under the seat. I used to travel really light when it came to my carry-on… that was until my jersey went missing. Now I carry everything of any importance in my rolling carry-on or on my body. My hand immediately goes to my waist where I have my money belt hidden. It feels so weird to be carrying so much cash with me. It feels really weird. Wait, I just said that, didn’t I?
I feel the plane shudder to a stop and the captain wishes us a safe departure and all of that crap. I set my bag on the seat to await my turn to get off the plane. As I look up I see Trevor fighting his way against the flow to get back to his seat and get his stuff. He smiles at me and I smile back at him. He reaches his seat, and hisses.
“Damn! People get cranky at you when you go the wrong way when they are trying to get off the plane.”
Laughing at him, I agree and then pass him, dragging my rolling suitcase behind me.
As I exit the tunnel, I’m surrounded by puck bunnies. I stop and sign a few autographs and a few pictures. As I start to move away to go catch my bus over to the international terminal, I see Trevor making his way over to me.
I turn to look at him, smiling, and when he reaches me he grabs my hand and shakes it. “It was so nice talking to you, Sidney. I’ll catch ya later. Have fun!” He walks away and I watch as the puck bunnies gape at him.
Laughing, I take this moment to dash off and catch a bus over to the international terminal.
**
Walking, no, pacing is more like it. I’ve been pacing since I got to the terminal. There isn’t much here - a single place to get some massively expensive food, some stores and a moose, yes there is a moose in full Royal Canadian Mounted Police garb. I laughed at it the first time I saw it, noting that when Patrice got here we needed to get a picture of us and the moose.
Patrice, that’s why I’m pacing. He isn’t here yet. He had to clear customs as he was coming from Boston, yet his plane was supposed to land almost two hours ago, and he’s still not here.
My mind is racing, where is he? Did he miss his plane? Did he back out at the last minute? Does he not want to go anymore?
I’m lost in my pacing and the reveling of my mind. When a hand touches my shoulder, it startles me and it feels like I jump a mile into the air. Whipping around, I freeze into place as I see him standing there.
“Hey,” I say, my voice sounding like a small child’s.
He breaks into a wide grin. “Hey.”
There is an awkward pause. Then I say, “Your plane was supposed to land two hours ago.”
He sighs. “Tell me about it. Customs was a bitch, it took me forever and a day to get through.”
“Oh…” My voice trails off softly before I continue, “I was worried.”
He grins at me. “I know, but I am here now… so how long until boarding?”
I glance at my watch. “About an hour and a half.”
“I am starved.”
I laugh at him. “Do you ever think about anything but your stomach?”
“Do you?” he asks back.
“Nope, but there’s only one place to get food and it’s crazy expensive.” I reply as we start to walk back towards the gate area.
“So?” he replies shrugging at me.
I just shrug back and he laughs.
“Is that a hint that you want me to buy you supper?”
“Buy me supper, thanks!”
He rolls his eyes at me. “You make way more money that I do with all of your endorsement deals, and I’m buying you supper!”
I grin at him. “This trip was YOUR idea, may I remind you? Therefore you buy me supper, and I’ll make it up to you later.”
He stops dead at that comment and glances around briefly. “Promise?” he asks with a hint of mischievousness in his voice.
“Promise.”
**
“Are you awake?” a far off voice asks me.
“No,” I snap back.
“Then why are you talking?” the voice asks again.
I open my eyes to look at the man sitting next to me. “Well, I was asleep,” I tell him with a sigh.
Shivering lightly, he pulls the thin blanket tightly around himself. “I can not sleep.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You’re a hockey player, you can sleep anywhere.”
“I know, I just…” He lowers his voice. “I think I am too excited to sleep.”
I chuckle at him. “So you feel the need to wake me up to tell me this?”
“Well…” He pauses and looks around to make sure everyone is asleep. In a voice barely a whisper he continues, “I was hoping you could help.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Help?”
He gives me that grin of his. “Help.”
I pause and then I get what he means. “ ‘Help?’ ”
He’s now rolling his eyes at me. “Yes.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
“Share your blanket with me,” he replies simply.
I grab my blanket that I take with me when I travel and flip it over him as well. “Happy?” I ask him.
He grins and flips up the arms between us. “Yes.” His hand finds mine under the now strategically placed blankets.
Giving it a light squeeze, he guides my right hand to the waistband of his PJ pants.
I grin at him before I pull the tie loose and slide my hand inside. He shifts a little so he is leaning back, his eyes closed. I bite my lip, fuck, he looks so hot. I slide my hands into his boxers. My fingers find his already almost hard member. I lightly pinch the head between my fingers my thumb swirling around the tip. He lets out a soft moan and I stop moving.
“You can’t make any noise.”
“I know,” he hisses and then turns his head so his face is buried in his pillow.
I go back to lightly stroking him. My hand trails lower to cup his balls. He shifts to allow me more access to him. My fingers are pressing into all the right spots that I know normally make him scream. I’m trying not to move my hand at all so it’s not noticeable through the blankets. I hear him take in a sharp breath and then I feel a warm wetness on my hand. I try and wipe it off a little on the inside of his boxers before removing it. Seconds after I do, I notice the flight attendant coming down the aisle towards us.
Patrice, still coming down from his climax, has his eyes closed and doesn’t notice him approaching us.
The attendant stops and looks at me. “Is everything all right here sir?”
OH MY GOD! He’s going to know what we’ve just been doing. OH MY GOD, he’s going to tell everyone that Sidney Crosby is GAY. OH MY GOD! He’ll tell everyone that Patrice is as well, then my dad will find out and then he’ll make me lose Patrice, like, like I lost Marc. Somehow, amidst my mind’s horrified thoughts I manage to reply.
“Everything is fine.”
“Alright then. Would you mind not pressing the call button?”
“Call button…” I start and then I realize that I must be accidentally pressing it. “Oh.” I move so I stop pressing the little button. “Sorry about that.”
He smiles. “It’s alright, it happens all the time. Bad design.” He turns around and goes towards the back of the plane.
“He’s gone,” I hiss at Patrice.
He lets out a deep breath and opens his eyes. “That was close.” I grin at him and then lick my right hand so he lets out a low moan. “Fuck.”
I grin at him. “Are you sleepy yet?”
“If you keep doing that I will be ‘awake’ again.”
I glance around and then give him a fleeting kiss. “Go to sleep.”
He starts to reply but he yawns instead. He pushes his pillow into a better position and he is asleep within a few minutes. I wait until his breathing evens out and then I too curl up and try to sleep in the uncomfortable seat.
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Crosby/Begeron
Dedication: To Lyndelle!!! Thanks for the beta!
Disclaimer: This is based on real life events, however this is
written from the fictitious point of view, all the characters
feelings and thoughts are those of the authors, all persons, names
and logos belong to there perspective copy rights or perspective
persons. This author claims to own none of these and has used all
names persons and logos without said permission. This is a work of
fiction, and is ment as no harm or disregard towards included
persons, names and logos. This work should be taken as a compliment
to all involved within.
A/N: This is my ELEVENTH Sidney fic in the [A Little Left Of Center Series].
If you want to read the pervious fics in this series go
HERE
XPosted to: My LJ, Rambles, ihf
Brazil?
At first it seemed like a ridiculous idea to me. Brazil. South America.
Then again it makes perfect sense. Both Patrice and I have the money to go, and heck we might as well go while we both have the time off.
So here I am, on a plane from Halifax to Toronto. Then Patrice and I will be on a plane together from Toronto to Sao Palo, then Sao Palo to Salvador. We have a week and a bit of activities and such planned. I can’t wait.
Unfortunately it’s gotten off to bad start. My flight was over booked in first class. Scowling I managed to get an emergency exit seat in second. Still, a lot more people, a lot more stares.
So here I am. My plane was supposed to take off a few minutes ago. We are, however, still sitting here waiting for a passenger who, ironically enough, is supposed to be sitting next to me. But he/she is not here so I sit, my ball cap pulled low over my face. I’m turned to look out my window with my IPod blasting in my ears. I am NOT happy about having to sit in second class. At least I have an emergency exit seat, so I have a little more room to stretch out.
I look up just in time to see this…man? Flying down the aisle. My immediate impression of him is he’s a hippy. Actually, he reminds me of the guy that got up to accept Eminem’s award at the Oscar’s when his song won for best original soundtrack… or something like that. He throws his bag up into the overhead compartment and then plops into his seat. I can’t help it. I’m staring at him in earnest. Before I really have a chance to say or do anything, a stewardess is leaning over him and he’s standing up and stalking off.
As soon as he disappears, another person flops into the seat next to me, balancing a Clearwater box and a laptop on his lap.
He then attempts to stuff the box under the seats. All the while he is talking to the box, or rather I should say the thing (things??) that are in the box.
“Come on buddie you know you wanna fit under the seat… yes you do, yes you do…” He takes on a voice that someone would use while taking to a dog… or a very small child. I observe him as he finally gives up, admitting to himself that his box is too big. He tosses his laptop under the seat in front of him and he places the box in the overhead compartment.
That task accomplished, he sits down heavily in the seat. I click off my IPod and pull it out of my ears.
“Hey, I’m Trevor,” he says with a grin. He has sandy blond hair and these awesome blue eyes. If I wasn’t with Patrice I would definitely go for him. WOAH where did that one come from?
“Hi,” I reply, not really looking at him in an attempt to have him not realize who I am.
He smiles at me with this killer grin. “So you going to Toronto?” he asks as he buckles himself into his seat.
“Uhh.” I pause. To tell or not to tell, fuck it. “Going through Toronto on my way to Brazil.”
“Awesome.” He flashes me a smile before continuing on. “I’m going to Vancouver. I’m going to see my wife, haven’t seen her in ten weeks.”
“Oh, umm why?” I ask self-consciously.
“Because I’m a fucking hairy bag. Oh wait, do you mind if I swear?” He waits for my nod and then he keeps going. “I’ve been in Halifax, living on A block. Ever heard of A block?” Again he pauses for just a moment, not even long enough for me to respond to him. “Well, it fucking sucks, dude, so I’m excited getting some time off. I get to go home, bang my wife and play with my truck.”
I am saved from a response by the video screen turning on and the whole “what to do in an emergency” video starting. I ignore the video and place my IPod in my pocket.
“So why are you going to Brazil?” Trevor asks me once the video is finished.
I shrug. “Just a trip.”
“Ever been there before?”
“No.”
“Really? You gotta be careful in those places, man. In the navy I’ve gone everywhere. Dude, watch those poor kids. They’ll steal you blind.” I feel the engines kick to life and we start to taxi out of Halifax.
When we pick up speed and start to take off I get that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that gives me that quick cheap thrill, and makes me feel fantastic.
Once we’re in the air, Trevor grins. “I just love that feeling you get in your gut when you take off. It’s great, eh?”
I nod and he just keeps babbling on. I’m coming to realize that not only does he like to talk, from the smell of his breath he’s had more than a few drinks. Heck, he smells like a brewery.
“Oh, by the way, I hope you don’t mind if I drink.”
“No, go ahead.”
He chuckles. “I’ve already had a few, man. That’s why I almost missed the plane. There I was, sitting the bar and I was like, so you can hear all of the announcements, right? And the lady bartender was like yea, yea, I hear everything, and then I’m sitting there drinking and I met this great couple and we were chatting and then I was like, are you sure you can hear the announcements and she was like, yea don’t worry, then I looked up and I was like SHIT! It’s two thirty. I was like damn, my plane is supposed to be taking off right now, are you sure you didn’t hear the announcement, and she was like well… so I jumped up, paid my bill and booked it here only to find out that they had given my seat away to a jumper, well I got it back and here I am. I kinda feel bad for him but I haven’t seen my wife in six weeks so you know.”
Did he just say six weeks? A moment ago he said ten weeks. I just nod and he continues blathering on about this and that.
“Dude I am so glad I’m sitting next to a cool person like you, I could be sitting next to a guy like him.” He jabs his finger behind him and I glance behind the seats to see this rather large guy snoring away. “Urgh it’s so nice to talk to someone when you’re on a flight, eh? It makes the time fly.” Again I nod in agreement.
“And MAN! You look like my little brother. When I get home, I’m going to tell everyone how I sat next to this guy who looks just like my little brother. I’m totally serious, dude.” He looks directly at me, and I feel like he’s actually looking at me and seeing me, rather than seeing the fame that most people see.
“And I’m going to tell everyone that I met this crazy hairy bag on the plane!”
He laughs and then throws his arms around my shoulders. “Dude, I think I like you.”
His grin is contagious and I have to grin too. The flight attendant stops next to our row at that exact moment, her eyebrows raised.
“Can I get you gentlemen something?”
“Beer please,” Trevor says while digging money out of his pocket and turning to me. “Did you want anything?”
I ask for an apple juice and decline his offer to buy me anything.
He keeps asking me if I want anything long after the attendant leaves. The whole time he was drinking his beer he kept bitching about how skunky it was. After he finished he stands up.
“I gotta take a piss. Damn beer.”
I’m half giggling as he leaves, wandering off to look for a bathroom.
I yank out my IPod; placing my headphone in one ear, I start surfing for a good song.
“Umm Mr. Crosby.” I turn my head and there is this cute kid standing there, looking at me and clutching something in his hand.
“Yes,” I reply, flashing my killer smile.
“I’m really, really sorry to bother you but would you please sign my hockey puck?” his voice trembles and he can’t be more that six or seven.
“Sure kid. Here, sit down,” I say, gesturing to the empty seat next to me. “What’s your name?” I ask him as I dig out my Sharpie from my bag.
“Josh,” he says quietly. “Josh Foster.”
I smile at him. “Do you play hockey, Josh?”
He nods slowly and then answers, “I play on a Tim Bits team.”
“I used to play on one of those teams a long time ago,” I reply softly before handing him back his now signed puck. “Keep playing and play for fun!”
“I will Mr. Crosby! Thank you so much,” he says and he sides out of the seat.
I chuckle after him. “You’re welcome, Josh.” The kid hurries away back to his seat and I look up and see Trevor making his way back to his seat. He flops down heavily, sighing.
“Dude I need to remember that beer makes me piss… oh well I want another, I wonder when they are coming around again.” He starts to crane his head, looking to see if the flight attendant is coming again. “Dude, I really need another beer if I want to make it though this flight.”
I laugh at him and then say, “Why don’t you just go back and get one?”
“Ahh Man! I knew I loved you.” He jumps up and half runs down the aisle to get a beer.
I take this moment to glance at my watch. Man, we are like half an hour outside of Toronto. Did this flight ever go fast!
Trevor plops back down into the seat next to me. Popping the top of his beer, he takes a long draw before making a face.
“Yuck! This beer is fucking stinky!” He takes another long drink and I shake my head “Then stop drinking it!”
“Hell no! Man, this beer cost me five bucks!” He pauses for a second, looking at the beer and then says, “FUCK! What a waste of five bucks!” He takes one last long drink and then burps, carefully placing the can in the pocket of the seat in front of him.
Before we can really say anything else the seat belt light comes on, announcing our descent into Pearson International.
“I hate this air port,” Trevor grumbles as he snaps his seat belt into place.
“I do too! URGH!” We both stop for a moment and then look at each other. “THE BUSES SUCK!” we say in fairly loud voices before I realize people are looking at us. Whoops. I duck my head to avoid detection and the flight attendant shoots us a warning glance before she pulls out her chair from the wall and takes a seat.
“Oh man…” Trevor starts.
“What?” I ask him, glancing his way.
“Umm I gotta take a piss!”
I try to cover my amusement. “We’re descending. You can’t go now!”
“But I really gotta go!” He half whines, crossing his legs and placing his hands between his knees.
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you five or something?”
He grins at me. “Hell no! I’m at least six!”
Laughing I reply, “Well then, you need to remember that beer makes you need to piss!”
“Shit! I knew I forgot something!” He’s half laughing at himself, but still squirming in his seat, poor guy really does have to go!
“Oh, man! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!”
The flight attendant looks at him with a rather amused expression on her face. “When we start to taxi you can go to the bathroom.”
Trevor gets this relived look on his face. “OH MY GOD! Thank you! I would ask you to marry me if I wasn’t already taken!”
She looks as though she is biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, “You’re welcome.”
He goes back to squirming in his seat and chanting. “Hurry up,” until I feel the familiar bump and were on solid ground again.
He starts to unbuckle his seat belt.
“Just wait a moment,” the flight attendant says as she gets her-self unbuckled and folds away her seat.
“Can I go now, PLEASE?” My God, he really does sound like he is six!
She looks at him and sighs. “Yes, go.”
He jumps up and starts running down the aisle. “Thank you,” he calls over his shoulder before he disappears into the bathroom.
I laugh my ass off at him as I pull my huge bag out from under the seat. I used to travel really light when it came to my carry-on… that was until my jersey went missing. Now I carry everything of any importance in my rolling carry-on or on my body. My hand immediately goes to my waist where I have my money belt hidden. It feels so weird to be carrying so much cash with me. It feels really weird. Wait, I just said that, didn’t I?
I feel the plane shudder to a stop and the captain wishes us a safe departure and all of that crap. I set my bag on the seat to await my turn to get off the plane. As I look up I see Trevor fighting his way against the flow to get back to his seat and get his stuff. He smiles at me and I smile back at him. He reaches his seat, and hisses.
“Damn! People get cranky at you when you go the wrong way when they are trying to get off the plane.”
Laughing at him, I agree and then pass him, dragging my rolling suitcase behind me.
As I exit the tunnel, I’m surrounded by puck bunnies. I stop and sign a few autographs and a few pictures. As I start to move away to go catch my bus over to the international terminal, I see Trevor making his way over to me.
I turn to look at him, smiling, and when he reaches me he grabs my hand and shakes it. “It was so nice talking to you, Sidney. I’ll catch ya later. Have fun!” He walks away and I watch as the puck bunnies gape at him.
Laughing, I take this moment to dash off and catch a bus over to the international terminal.
**
Walking, no, pacing is more like it. I’ve been pacing since I got to the terminal. There isn’t much here - a single place to get some massively expensive food, some stores and a moose, yes there is a moose in full Royal Canadian Mounted Police garb. I laughed at it the first time I saw it, noting that when Patrice got here we needed to get a picture of us and the moose.
Patrice, that’s why I’m pacing. He isn’t here yet. He had to clear customs as he was coming from Boston, yet his plane was supposed to land almost two hours ago, and he’s still not here.
My mind is racing, where is he? Did he miss his plane? Did he back out at the last minute? Does he not want to go anymore?
I’m lost in my pacing and the reveling of my mind. When a hand touches my shoulder, it startles me and it feels like I jump a mile into the air. Whipping around, I freeze into place as I see him standing there.
“Hey,” I say, my voice sounding like a small child’s.
He breaks into a wide grin. “Hey.”
There is an awkward pause. Then I say, “Your plane was supposed to land two hours ago.”
He sighs. “Tell me about it. Customs was a bitch, it took me forever and a day to get through.”
“Oh…” My voice trails off softly before I continue, “I was worried.”
He grins at me. “I know, but I am here now… so how long until boarding?”
I glance at my watch. “About an hour and a half.”
“I am starved.”
I laugh at him. “Do you ever think about anything but your stomach?”
“Do you?” he asks back.
“Nope, but there’s only one place to get food and it’s crazy expensive.” I reply as we start to walk back towards the gate area.
“So?” he replies shrugging at me.
I just shrug back and he laughs.
“Is that a hint that you want me to buy you supper?”
“Buy me supper, thanks!”
He rolls his eyes at me. “You make way more money that I do with all of your endorsement deals, and I’m buying you supper!”
I grin at him. “This trip was YOUR idea, may I remind you? Therefore you buy me supper, and I’ll make it up to you later.”
He stops dead at that comment and glances around briefly. “Promise?” he asks with a hint of mischievousness in his voice.
“Promise.”
**
“Are you awake?” a far off voice asks me.
“No,” I snap back.
“Then why are you talking?” the voice asks again.
I open my eyes to look at the man sitting next to me. “Well, I was asleep,” I tell him with a sigh.
Shivering lightly, he pulls the thin blanket tightly around himself. “I can not sleep.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You’re a hockey player, you can sleep anywhere.”
“I know, I just…” He lowers his voice. “I think I am too excited to sleep.”
I chuckle at him. “So you feel the need to wake me up to tell me this?”
“Well…” He pauses and looks around to make sure everyone is asleep. In a voice barely a whisper he continues, “I was hoping you could help.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Help?”
He gives me that grin of his. “Help.”
I pause and then I get what he means. “ ‘Help?’ ”
He’s now rolling his eyes at me. “Yes.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
“Share your blanket with me,” he replies simply.
I grab my blanket that I take with me when I travel and flip it over him as well. “Happy?” I ask him.
He grins and flips up the arms between us. “Yes.” His hand finds mine under the now strategically placed blankets.
Giving it a light squeeze, he guides my right hand to the waistband of his PJ pants.
I grin at him before I pull the tie loose and slide my hand inside. He shifts a little so he is leaning back, his eyes closed. I bite my lip, fuck, he looks so hot. I slide my hands into his boxers. My fingers find his already almost hard member. I lightly pinch the head between my fingers my thumb swirling around the tip. He lets out a soft moan and I stop moving.
“You can’t make any noise.”
“I know,” he hisses and then turns his head so his face is buried in his pillow.
I go back to lightly stroking him. My hand trails lower to cup his balls. He shifts to allow me more access to him. My fingers are pressing into all the right spots that I know normally make him scream. I’m trying not to move my hand at all so it’s not noticeable through the blankets. I hear him take in a sharp breath and then I feel a warm wetness on my hand. I try and wipe it off a little on the inside of his boxers before removing it. Seconds after I do, I notice the flight attendant coming down the aisle towards us.
Patrice, still coming down from his climax, has his eyes closed and doesn’t notice him approaching us.
The attendant stops and looks at me. “Is everything all right here sir?”
OH MY GOD! He’s going to know what we’ve just been doing. OH MY GOD, he’s going to tell everyone that Sidney Crosby is GAY. OH MY GOD! He’ll tell everyone that Patrice is as well, then my dad will find out and then he’ll make me lose Patrice, like, like I lost Marc. Somehow, amidst my mind’s horrified thoughts I manage to reply.
“Everything is fine.”
“Alright then. Would you mind not pressing the call button?”
“Call button…” I start and then I realize that I must be accidentally pressing it. “Oh.” I move so I stop pressing the little button. “Sorry about that.”
He smiles. “It’s alright, it happens all the time. Bad design.” He turns around and goes towards the back of the plane.
“He’s gone,” I hiss at Patrice.
He lets out a deep breath and opens his eyes. “That was close.” I grin at him and then lick my right hand so he lets out a low moan. “Fuck.”
I grin at him. “Are you sleepy yet?”
“If you keep doing that I will be ‘awake’ again.”
I glance around and then give him a fleeting kiss. “Go to sleep.”
He starts to reply but he yawns instead. He pushes his pillow into a better position and he is asleep within a few minutes. I wait until his breathing evens out and then I too curl up and try to sleep in the uncomfortable seat.