Final Chapter!
Title: Whatever You Say
Pairing: Talbot/Crosby, Talbot's POV
Summary: Talbot is a superstar in his own mind, as always. Crosby has to deal with that.
Rating: NC-17, total smut. TOTAL SMUT. Oh god.
Chapter: 4/4
Disclaimer: All of the events are fake, minus Crosby screaming "MAXIE!" across the ice. That shit happened. It was awesome to watch.
Dedication: more_unknown has more than earned this slash barter. I hope you have a good morning. Good luck in class!
“You could have had me out for the season.”
I grinned, pleased with myself. “You always answer the door like that?” I pushed past Sid into the house, ignoring the scowl on his face. I started towards his room, glancing back to laugh at him. He was in his bare feet, gym shorts and a white t-shirt. I wondered if he had been sleeping. “Nap time or something?”
He mumbled something angrily that I couldn’t understand. “You should see this bruise” was all I could make out of it.
“Ah, I’m sure you’ll manage to live.” He grumbled angrily again, trudging sleepily behind me through the hallways until we finally reached his room. “Nice to see you cleaned up.” I shrugged off my coat and threw it onto a pile of clothes on the floor. “Let’s see it.” He squinted at me and I couldn’t tell how much was due to having just woken up and how much was due to confusion. “The famed bruise that is going to end your career.” He turned a little, lifting up his shirt. Shit. It was kind of bad. “It looks a little like Africa.” He rolled his eyes at me, lowering his shirt. “What?”
He shook his head, smiling slightly, as though dismissing something stupid a kid had said. I tried to feel insulted but the reason we were there was starting to weigh on my mind. He looked at me with a different expression, feeling the change in mood. “I…got…” he kind of nodded towards the chair next to his bed, where I saw a bag laying. “You know, I just-“
“You keep talking and you will kill the mood.” I knew what it was, I didn’t want to hear about it. I didn’t want this to get all technical, it made it seem too…
He arched an eyebrow at me, making me lose my train of thought. “There’s a mood to kill?” He took a step closer to me. Suddenly he didn’t look so tired. “You’re…scared, right?”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about exactly, but it didn’t matter. “Scared as fuck, man.” I tried to say it without my voice cracking the way it always does when I’m nervous or excited but I couldn’t help it.
He nodded a little. “Yeah…it’s weird. And scary. So…” he paused for a second and I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything but the floor. He sighed. “How about we don’t make it more confusing by pretending that we don’t want it?”
I looked up to see his face. He looked…scared. I opened my mouth to make a joke but nothing seemed appropriate. It never stopped me before, but…he was right. It wasn’t worth the energy of pretending. So I just nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Sid grinned, the fear melting off his face, replaced by relief what was possibly desire. I realized I must have had the same look. “Stop looking at me and get over here, then.”
I walked towards him, not even feeling myself move, only knowing I was getting closer. When I was close enough, I leaned in tentatively, feeling his lips beneath mine. He indulged in one slow kiss before moving back slightly and opening his eyes. He grinned and just said “no.” I didn’t have time to realize what he meant, he was already showing me. His mouth covering mine, his tongue pressing against mine, his arms pulling us together, he wasn’t willing to take it slow where we had already gone so quickly before.
I was against a wall. I didn’t remember moving, didn’t care, I was overtaken by the need for urgency. His taste had grown familiar, it was addicting, I needed more. I could feel that his breathing was shallow, couldn’t tell if mine was too. His hands ran up my sides, dragging my sweater with it. By the time it was over my head I had already been apart from his mouth for too long, and I grasped his face, trying to pull him closer so I could kiss him harder, more deeply, so I could be closer.
Sidney pulled away, leaving me confused. He didn’t bother with my puzzled face, he just looked at my body in a way I had never seen anyone look at me before. He looked possessed. He looked hungry. After just a second it disappeared and he looked me in the eye. “Bed.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, only pressed his mouth against mine once again and pushed me across the room with him. I didn’t expect the bed against the back of my knees when it hit, and I fell faster than I expected to. I scrambled backwards to avoid sliding off, and Sid took it as the opportunity to quickly pull his T-shirt off before landing on top of me. I instinctively pressed my hips up against him, not meaning to make the noise I made in the process. This time it didn’t stop us, and he simply returned the movement, gasping slightly into my mouth as he kissed me.
My jeans were easily removed by a series of fumbling hands and kicking legs. Not wanting to be outdone I pulled at the elastic of his gym shorts, and he helped by taking over and getting rid of them himself, leaving nothing but two thin layers of cotton between us. I pressed into his thigh, clenching my teeth to keep from groaning again. He did the same, only not clenching his teeth, uncaring about the noise that he produced.
I felt him tugging at the elastic of my boxers and almost laughed. I didn’t think he’d do it, and raised my hips to call his bluff. The fire that lit in my chest as I did it let me know that he wasn’t bluffing, and he had them off before I could even think. I didn’t want to think, did want’ to stop to collect my thoughts. Instead I clawed at his back and kissed him more deeply. I didn’t want to be sarcastic, didn’t want to make a joke, and didn’t want to defend my hetero honor. I just wanted this. I tried to remove his boxer briefs with some sort of authority, but he didn’t seem to notice, only helped me by kicking them off the rest of the way.
He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my lips again. I don’t know what thought process let me to gasping “the bag” but I did, and he was already reaching over to the chair, fumbling through the plastic bag. There was hardly a pause as he flipped open the cap to the bottle and spread it over us carelessly, unconcerned about the sheets beneath us. I could feel my nerves creeping up into my stomach. He tossed the bottle back onto the plastic bag, settling between my legs.
I swallowed nervously, trying desperately to suppress any second thoughts. He pushed himself against me and I responded by pushing down further. Sweating either from nerves or effort, he leaned down and kissed me before thrusting several more times. What I meant to come out has a sigh escaped as an unexpected moan and he looked at me questioningly. “Good or bad sign?”
“Not a bad sign.” It wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting but I wasn’t ready to complain just yet. There was pressure and some pain, and a compelling desire for more. Slowly Sidney found a rhythm and I started to feel better about it. A warmth was starting to radiate from what I assumed was the target of his efforts, at least for me. As we slowly got used to the efforts, we rediscovered one another’s lips, although kissed less urgently than before, just between shaking breaths and small gasps.
I didn’t want it to end but I wasn’t used to the feeling and didn’t think there was much hope of going much longer. The warmth was turning into electricity, pulsing through me, making me press back harder into Sid’s thrusts. He didn’t seem like he’d last much longer either.
“Maxie…” Sid whispered breathlessly. He didn’t finish, but I didn’t care, we were both lost in the motions, my eyes closing as the feeling overtook me. I wanted to say his name the way he had said mine, but I had lost control over any noises I was producing. I could feel myself trembling as the heat in my body gathered in one place. I groaned deeply as I came, spilling completely between us. He followed close behind, quickening his pace and pressing his forehead against mine before lifting back to open his mouth for a noiseless groan that accompanied his own orgasm. He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily.
It took a moment for the haze of what had just happened to clear. I grabbed a sheet from beside me and used it to wipe myself off, trying to get rid of whatever I could. It felt like a huge effort.
“Are you ruining my sheets?” Sid asked, staring at the ceiling, not even expending the energy to turn his head and look. “You’re ruining my sheets, aren’t you?”
“Small price,” I answered. He just grinned, and moved his head slightly in a nod. He lifted his arm in a way that made it look like it weighed a thousand pounds and beckoned me closer. I lazily shifted, putting my head against his shoulder. “That was fucking awesome.” He laughed shortly and nodded weakly again.
“This going to happen again?” He asked it flatly, a simple question.
I nodded in his previous fashion. “Yeah.” The male, post-orgasm, is an extremely frank creature. “Sid?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t like girls.”
“I know.” I made a noise of disapproval. “What? What did you expect?”
“Riots in the street would have been nice.” He laughed, and shifted to his side, forcing me to do the same by removing my neck support that was his shoulder. Jerk.
He looked at me, questioningly at first and then content. “I love you.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What do you mean ‘yeah, whatever’? You’re an ass.” He laughed lazily, almost ignoring me.
“Don’t say I love you after sex. It means I love sex, not I love you.” It had been scientifically proven. In laboratories.
He shrugged. “Fine, I’ll tell you in the morning.”
I nodded. “Over breakfast?”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “Over pancakes.”
“I can mirror that bruise on the other side.” I frowned at him. “And you definitely can never, ever call me Maxie on the ice ever again.”
“Memories too distracting?”
“You’re nothing but a distraction to my career.”
“Whatever you say, Maxie.”
(Chapter 3)
(Chapter 2)
(Chapter 1)
Pairing: Talbot/Crosby, Talbot's POV
Summary: Talbot is a superstar in his own mind, as always. Crosby has to deal with that.
Rating: NC-17, total smut. TOTAL SMUT. Oh god.
Chapter: 4/4
Disclaimer: All of the events are fake, minus Crosby screaming "MAXIE!" across the ice. That shit happened. It was awesome to watch.
Dedication: more_unknown has more than earned this slash barter. I hope you have a good morning. Good luck in class!
“You could have had me out for the season.”
I grinned, pleased with myself. “You always answer the door like that?” I pushed past Sid into the house, ignoring the scowl on his face. I started towards his room, glancing back to laugh at him. He was in his bare feet, gym shorts and a white t-shirt. I wondered if he had been sleeping. “Nap time or something?”
He mumbled something angrily that I couldn’t understand. “You should see this bruise” was all I could make out of it.
“Ah, I’m sure you’ll manage to live.” He grumbled angrily again, trudging sleepily behind me through the hallways until we finally reached his room. “Nice to see you cleaned up.” I shrugged off my coat and threw it onto a pile of clothes on the floor. “Let’s see it.” He squinted at me and I couldn’t tell how much was due to having just woken up and how much was due to confusion. “The famed bruise that is going to end your career.” He turned a little, lifting up his shirt. Shit. It was kind of bad. “It looks a little like Africa.” He rolled his eyes at me, lowering his shirt. “What?”
He shook his head, smiling slightly, as though dismissing something stupid a kid had said. I tried to feel insulted but the reason we were there was starting to weigh on my mind. He looked at me with a different expression, feeling the change in mood. “I…got…” he kind of nodded towards the chair next to his bed, where I saw a bag laying. “You know, I just-“
“You keep talking and you will kill the mood.” I knew what it was, I didn’t want to hear about it. I didn’t want this to get all technical, it made it seem too…
He arched an eyebrow at me, making me lose my train of thought. “There’s a mood to kill?” He took a step closer to me. Suddenly he didn’t look so tired. “You’re…scared, right?”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about exactly, but it didn’t matter. “Scared as fuck, man.” I tried to say it without my voice cracking the way it always does when I’m nervous or excited but I couldn’t help it.
He nodded a little. “Yeah…it’s weird. And scary. So…” he paused for a second and I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything but the floor. He sighed. “How about we don’t make it more confusing by pretending that we don’t want it?”
I looked up to see his face. He looked…scared. I opened my mouth to make a joke but nothing seemed appropriate. It never stopped me before, but…he was right. It wasn’t worth the energy of pretending. So I just nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Sid grinned, the fear melting off his face, replaced by relief what was possibly desire. I realized I must have had the same look. “Stop looking at me and get over here, then.”
I walked towards him, not even feeling myself move, only knowing I was getting closer. When I was close enough, I leaned in tentatively, feeling his lips beneath mine. He indulged in one slow kiss before moving back slightly and opening his eyes. He grinned and just said “no.” I didn’t have time to realize what he meant, he was already showing me. His mouth covering mine, his tongue pressing against mine, his arms pulling us together, he wasn’t willing to take it slow where we had already gone so quickly before.
I was against a wall. I didn’t remember moving, didn’t care, I was overtaken by the need for urgency. His taste had grown familiar, it was addicting, I needed more. I could feel that his breathing was shallow, couldn’t tell if mine was too. His hands ran up my sides, dragging my sweater with it. By the time it was over my head I had already been apart from his mouth for too long, and I grasped his face, trying to pull him closer so I could kiss him harder, more deeply, so I could be closer.
Sidney pulled away, leaving me confused. He didn’t bother with my puzzled face, he just looked at my body in a way I had never seen anyone look at me before. He looked possessed. He looked hungry. After just a second it disappeared and he looked me in the eye. “Bed.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, only pressed his mouth against mine once again and pushed me across the room with him. I didn’t expect the bed against the back of my knees when it hit, and I fell faster than I expected to. I scrambled backwards to avoid sliding off, and Sid took it as the opportunity to quickly pull his T-shirt off before landing on top of me. I instinctively pressed my hips up against him, not meaning to make the noise I made in the process. This time it didn’t stop us, and he simply returned the movement, gasping slightly into my mouth as he kissed me.
My jeans were easily removed by a series of fumbling hands and kicking legs. Not wanting to be outdone I pulled at the elastic of his gym shorts, and he helped by taking over and getting rid of them himself, leaving nothing but two thin layers of cotton between us. I pressed into his thigh, clenching my teeth to keep from groaning again. He did the same, only not clenching his teeth, uncaring about the noise that he produced.
I felt him tugging at the elastic of my boxers and almost laughed. I didn’t think he’d do it, and raised my hips to call his bluff. The fire that lit in my chest as I did it let me know that he wasn’t bluffing, and he had them off before I could even think. I didn’t want to think, did want’ to stop to collect my thoughts. Instead I clawed at his back and kissed him more deeply. I didn’t want to be sarcastic, didn’t want to make a joke, and didn’t want to defend my hetero honor. I just wanted this. I tried to remove his boxer briefs with some sort of authority, but he didn’t seem to notice, only helped me by kicking them off the rest of the way.
He kissed my neck, my collarbone, my lips again. I don’t know what thought process let me to gasping “the bag” but I did, and he was already reaching over to the chair, fumbling through the plastic bag. There was hardly a pause as he flipped open the cap to the bottle and spread it over us carelessly, unconcerned about the sheets beneath us. I could feel my nerves creeping up into my stomach. He tossed the bottle back onto the plastic bag, settling between my legs.
I swallowed nervously, trying desperately to suppress any second thoughts. He pushed himself against me and I responded by pushing down further. Sweating either from nerves or effort, he leaned down and kissed me before thrusting several more times. What I meant to come out has a sigh escaped as an unexpected moan and he looked at me questioningly. “Good or bad sign?”
“Not a bad sign.” It wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting but I wasn’t ready to complain just yet. There was pressure and some pain, and a compelling desire for more. Slowly Sidney found a rhythm and I started to feel better about it. A warmth was starting to radiate from what I assumed was the target of his efforts, at least for me. As we slowly got used to the efforts, we rediscovered one another’s lips, although kissed less urgently than before, just between shaking breaths and small gasps.
I didn’t want it to end but I wasn’t used to the feeling and didn’t think there was much hope of going much longer. The warmth was turning into electricity, pulsing through me, making me press back harder into Sid’s thrusts. He didn’t seem like he’d last much longer either.
“Maxie…” Sid whispered breathlessly. He didn’t finish, but I didn’t care, we were both lost in the motions, my eyes closing as the feeling overtook me. I wanted to say his name the way he had said mine, but I had lost control over any noises I was producing. I could feel myself trembling as the heat in my body gathered in one place. I groaned deeply as I came, spilling completely between us. He followed close behind, quickening his pace and pressing his forehead against mine before lifting back to open his mouth for a noiseless groan that accompanied his own orgasm. He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily.
It took a moment for the haze of what had just happened to clear. I grabbed a sheet from beside me and used it to wipe myself off, trying to get rid of whatever I could. It felt like a huge effort.
“Are you ruining my sheets?” Sid asked, staring at the ceiling, not even expending the energy to turn his head and look. “You’re ruining my sheets, aren’t you?”
“Small price,” I answered. He just grinned, and moved his head slightly in a nod. He lifted his arm in a way that made it look like it weighed a thousand pounds and beckoned me closer. I lazily shifted, putting my head against his shoulder. “That was fucking awesome.” He laughed shortly and nodded weakly again.
“This going to happen again?” He asked it flatly, a simple question.
I nodded in his previous fashion. “Yeah.” The male, post-orgasm, is an extremely frank creature. “Sid?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t like girls.”
“I know.” I made a noise of disapproval. “What? What did you expect?”
“Riots in the street would have been nice.” He laughed, and shifted to his side, forcing me to do the same by removing my neck support that was his shoulder. Jerk.
He looked at me, questioningly at first and then content. “I love you.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, whatever.”
“What do you mean ‘yeah, whatever’? You’re an ass.” He laughed lazily, almost ignoring me.
“Don’t say I love you after sex. It means I love sex, not I love you.” It had been scientifically proven. In laboratories.
He shrugged. “Fine, I’ll tell you in the morning.”
I nodded. “Over breakfast?”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “Over pancakes.”
“I can mirror that bruise on the other side.” I frowned at him. “And you definitely can never, ever call me Maxie on the ice ever again.”
“Memories too distracting?”
“You’re nothing but a distraction to my career.”
“Whatever you say, Maxie.”
(Chapter 3)
(Chapter 2)
(Chapter 1)