(FIC) I Believe in Angels, Not The Type With Wings, Not the Type With Halos 1/3
After getting yet another cryptic message from Sidney Crosby, Alex still doesn’t know what the hell he means. In fact, he doesn’t even know where they stand at this point. The words simply don’t seem to make sense and he’s stuck wondering if it’s because of his lacklustre English skills or simply because Sid is just a convoluted bastard who never seems to want to play things straight like everyone else.
That annoying quirk is painfully obvious after all the exchanges they have...no matter what medium it is. Be it email, texting or abrupt chats online. He just doesn’t understand how Sidney’s mind works. He’s used to straight-forward questions and answers, not random questions and phrases. How the hell is he supposed to decipher the meanings when he doesn’t even know half of what he’s being asked? How is he supposed to give an answer to that?
Are all Canadians like this, Alex asks himself. So difficult to know and discern? Is that what keeps him interested in Sid? He’s not sure if he really wants to follow the labyrinth twists and turns that he finds there. It frustrates him as much as it excites him. He likes a challenge, that’s all too true. But Alex is not sure whether he wants to be annoyed as much as he gets stimulated.
Can he have just one without the other? He muses as he gets up from the generic hotel desk and walks towards the window to stare out at yet another city he’s not going to bother remembering once the game has been won and it’s time to go home. The skyline is pretty and he tries to make the effort to bring up the name. He knows that it’s one of the Upper Eastern States...Alex furrows his brow as he tries to recall which one exactly. He gives up after a valiant struggle. He wasn’t that keen on geography even as a student in Moscow.
At least he knows it isn’t Pittsburgh he’s going to be playing tonight and that thought makes his lips twitch into a crooked grin. He’s still grinning slightly when he hears a knock on the door. He goes to answer it and is surprised, very surprised (though he’s not showing it) to see a rumpled Sidney standing in the hallway holding a small bag in such a tight-knuckled grip that Alex is sure will leave marks on Sidney’s hands.
Alex opens his mouth to say something, but Sidney barges on ahead, pushing past him in order to get into the room. Alex is a little confused by the situation. He’s got a game to play in about twelve hours and just out of the blue, the perplexing logic puzzle of a man he’s been trying to solve just marched back into his life and into his room. All he can do is raise an eyebrow and follow.
Sidney sinks onto the bed without a word and covers his eyes with his forearm. The bag drops forgotten to the floor somewhere and Alex leans against the door and waits. He’s impatient to know what the hell is going on, but knows that if he rushes things, Sidney will clam up and quite possibly go off in a huff (Sidney would claim that he would simply depart. Alex knows the difference between the two actions, but some modicum of tact prevents him from ever pointing out that Sidney Crosby does have his moments of acting like a teenage girl) despite making an effort to be in the same town as him. So he waits.
Alex thought that it would have taken longer for Sidney to break. True, Sid did have uncanny patience for someone his age, but he also knew that whatever had brought him here would prompt him to react. He just hopes that its sooner rather than later. He knows he’s going to need time to think about the encounter afterwards. In case things turn weird and he needs to go back to find a solution to the problem.
“Why do you do this shit?” Sidney asks him and he has to blink at the question and the way it is asked. Despite the swearing, Sidney’s tone is level and calm. He looks as if he’s inquiring about random things and not anything out of the ordinary.
“What?” Alex asks, not sure what he’s supposed to reply to such a blunt query. He knows that Sid’s been having issues, what with the team not doing well and his penalty minutes and all that. But he didn’t think that their communicating had anything to do with that. But now, listening to Sid, Alex realizes that they both have an issue that they need to deal with and fast.
“This fucking hot and cold thing. I ask for a little bit, you throw me shit I can read in any newspaper I pick up and when I want to know more...you give me only superficial things. Then you tell me these amazing things...and then you clam up and treat me like I’m some random stranger. Like, what the fuck?”
By the end of his monologue, Sidney’s sitting up, his face is pale white and his eyes are a bit too bright, his mouth is drawn in a line so tight that his lips are pale in either anger or grief. Alex is silent and he’s sure that his jaw is working as he tries to come up with something to tell Sidney. He knows that he has to tread carefully or else what relationship they had built up would disappear completely. In the end, he takes a shot at it and hopes that it will be good enough to at least smooth things over between them.
He clears his throat and gives it a go. He has to give it a shot.
“Sid...I don’t know what you want. You don’t say anything straight out, all things you think.” He pauses and he hates that he sounds awkward in this foreign tongue. He does try, but English is hard and he wishes again that he could say things with the same grace as he does in his native language. He really means what he says, but he sounds like...an idiot. He hates that.
“I guess what you think,” Alex smiles, despite his acute embarrassment and frustration. “I try, but I get wrong. Many times, I get wrong. I don’t understand. I get angry? Then you go off do not give me chance to talk,” he looked up and found Sid staring at him, but not with the disgusted look on his face he had feared at first. Instead, Sid is looking at him sympathetically, some of the traces of his earlier emotional turmoil smoothed out as he mulled over what Alex was trying to tell him.
He doesn’t say anything right away, which surprises Alex. Sidney’s mouth works a few phrases before he finally puts everything into a decent kind of order in his mind and speaks.
“That makes two of us then,” Sidney admits ruefully. Alex cocks his head to one side and waits. There’s more, he knows that all too well and he doesn’t want to get any of the meanings wrong.
“I’ve never done this before...have it be so serious with someone,” he admits in a low voice. “Even with girls, I was crap at talking to them. Still am,” he smiled a bit before he continued.
“I thought that it would be easier with a guy, you know,” his smile gets slightly bigger at that. “And especially with someone that I have so much in common with, but now...this just tells me that it doesn’t matter what gender you talk to, or if you’ve got the same goals and ambitions. You’re still going to be crap at talking to the one you really like,” Sid finally finished, the rest of it tumbling out in a rush of words almost being too fast for Alex to grasp. He managed to get it after a moment of reflection, when Sid is too busy examining the patterns on the carpet in front of him to rush the Russian.
“You like me that much?” Alex stammers out, making Sid’s neck turn red as he nods his agreement.
“More than I know what to do with, sometimes. And it scares me, how strong the emotion is. I just think about talking to you and spending time with you. Fucking you until you’re too tired to do anything else but go to sleep.” Sidney admitted, his eyes moving from the carpet to Alex’s face, making the other man pause at the honest and blunt statement.
Alex felt his face grow hot when he hears those words come tumbling out of Sid’s mouth. He’s not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. He’s had his share of illicit sex in almost every random private and public place imaginable, but the raw, naked desire that Sid’s words bring up in him makes him feel like a blushing virgin. He doesn’t think anyone has ever been that honest about wanting him before. Most of the time, he’s the dominant part of the equation. He’s not the passive partner at all.
But the honest words and the way that Sidney’s eyes are smouldering at him make him rethink his position. He wants Sidney to do everything he says and more. He wants to wake up, tired and sore and sated. He wants all of that and more and he doesn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
Alex doesn’t know if he says all of this out loud, in that broken, imperfect English he has. He suspects that maybe he made some kind of gesture or something, because Sidney is already moving forward. He lets himself fall into the hard and unexpected embrace of Sidney and is sort of surprised when warm lips are pressed upon his.
He lets out a soft noise, but it is quickly swallowed up as Sid deepens the kiss. He works his mouth against Alex’s like a thirsty man getting his first drink of cool water. Alex stops thinking when his lip is grabbed and sucked, his mouth is parted open and Sid’s tongue is there: exploring, caressing, tasting. It’s all he’s wanted and he can’t help but to lose himself in the sensations that are so powerful, they almost overwhelm him.
He hears a moan and he vaguely wonders if it was him or Sid. It doesn’t matter, not when he’s being aggressively pushed towards the bed. He can’t help but to kind of squawk when they fall heavily on the bed, but that doesn’t stop him from getting his hands under Sid’s shirt. He hears Sid making some kind of noise and he can feel the muscles coil and tighten at the touch. There’s a strange anxiety to the Canadian, as if he’s vibrating in the effort to restrain himself from following his instincts and going straight for it.
Alex keeps running his hands down Sid’s back from the tops of his shoulders down to the waistband of his jeans. Sid murmurs low in his throat and stops the kiss only to give Alex a languorous look through narrowed brown eyes that hold so many promises in their darkened depths. Alex swallows with difficulty and tries to will his body to calm itself, but he knows it’s a losing battle when he gets a rush of heat that travels from the top of his head down to pool in the base of his groin.
Sid smiles as he pulls away from Alex and he notices Alex’s hard length showing through the dark denim of his jeans. He props himself on his elbow and smiles at Alex. Sid doesn’t waste any more time as he easily pops the first button to reach inside and grasp the turgid hardness of Alex’s cock. Alex groans slightly, biting his lip as pain turns to pleasure at having Sid’s hand wrapping around his cock. He wants to tell him how to move, how hard to squeeze, which points need stimulation...he finds himself saying them though, in rough voiced Russian that makes Sid draw in a deep breath and start moving his hand in what he thinks the instructions may be.
It’s not perfect, but it’s doing the trick. It makes him forget himself and everything that isn’t connected to what is happening at the moment. All he cares about is having Sid kiss him, touch him, make love to him until the morning dawns pink through the window. There’s nothing else.
He knows that it’s the same thing for Sid, since the low thrum of excitement under his skin feels like it’s been ramped up. Sid’s kiss is now feral and he’s wearing a lot less now than a couple of moments ago. Alex doesn’t question it. Not when his clothes are flying all over the place, Sid’s hands so deft and so skilled that he’s unsure when his clothes disappeared. Not that it matters at that point in time. He’s aching so badly for Sid to get inside him he’s ready to take the lead. He is trying to be pushy, but can’t hold on much longer.
Sid senses his impatience and pulls away from him briefly, a wicked, self-satisfied grin on his face as he leans over to reach for something on the floor. Alex waits his heart racing as he listens to the sounds of searching and a bag being zippered closed. Sid’s head pops up and his grin widens as he holds the tube of lube and a condom aloft.
The gesture makes Alex laugh softly. Sid’s expression is cute and innocent and unexpected; this gesture and that makes the moment even better than if it is all planned for his benefit. He doesn’t have time to say anything, since Sid is now kneeling on the bed and is spreading Alex’s legs to situate him for better access. Alex is mute and clings to the sheets as he watches Sid ready him for what they are both so impatient for. Sid smiles and Alex squirms as he feels Sid’s lube-slippery fingers prod at his entrance a moment later. Even though he’s ready, his body still reacts. Sid realizes this quickly and lowers his head to kiss Alex’s neck in hopes that this would loosen him up enough to accept the intrusion.
The kiss helps Alex relax and Sid slide a finger in, the sensation making him gasp and writhe. Sid’s face becomes serious as he adds another finger in; this time being careful to curl up and brush what he thinks is Alex’s prostate. He can’t help but be smug when Alex practically yowls and nearly pushes him off with his enthusiastic reaction. He keeps moving his fingers in an out, and Alex is hoarse and panting, his cock stiff and dark red as the ministrations of Sid’s hands continues.
Alex belatedly realizes that Sid is focused only on Alex’s pleasure, and not his own. He tries to even the playing field and reaches for Sid’s cock. He wants to wrap his hand around that thick, hard flesh; but Sid shakes his head and continues to add more fingers, moving them until Alex feels like he’s going to explode if Sid doesn’t start soon.
“I know baby...shhh...I know,” Sid murmurs when keening cries escape Alex. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just want to make you feel real good...” his voice trails off as he kisses and nibbles at the juncture between Alex’s collarbones .This makes Alex hoarsely and incomprehensibly mix Russian and English in a long and drawn out plea that intensifies to a keen. Hearing this, Sid then quickly rips open the foil packet with his teeth and deftly rolls the condom onto his own cock that is so hard, the actions are both agony and pleasure rolled into one.
Sid is in so much need that he pauses only when he places his cock at Alex’s entrance. Immediately his instincts take over and he pushes right through the ring of muscle that offers resistance. Alex gasps and lets out a grunt of what could either be pain or pleasure. He stops cold and looks down at Alex, who grimaces and shakes at the stop. A soft plea escapes his lips and Sid moves again, this time more slowly and carefully despite the way it nearly makes him lose control.
It’s worth it though, when Alex lets out a throaty moan and immediately wraps his arms around Sid’s shoulders. Sid bit his lip and waited until the urge to come passes and he starts thrusting against the moist heat that envelops him completely. His thrusts are in a slow, stop-start rhythm that he knows Alex is enjoying immensely by the way that he’s grabbing and clutching at Sid’s shoulders. Occasionally, blunt nails dig into Sid’s back and he hopes that he’s not going to have any marks when they are done.
It’s not that he’s ashamed of what he’s doing right then and there with Alex. That’s completely as far from the truth as he can get. He’s glad he’s finally with Alex, doing what he’s been day-dreaming and fantasizing about all over the place for what feels like a lifetime. It’s almost like a fantasy; the way things are going, with Alex flushed and panting under him, his cries coming hoarser and louder to spur Sid on to drive deeper and faster into him.
Alex bites his lip as Sid takes his cock and starts to palm it with hard, frantic gestures that are making him melt into the sticky bed underneath him. He feels like his entire universe is composed of those rhythmic actions and that he’s going to become a puddle of Alexander Ovechkin, so wonderful the time he is having with Sid is turning out to be. He gasps though, when he feels the rush building up at the bottom of his spine. Already, he can feel his balls retract against his body, so close he is to an exit.
Sid must know how close the event is, because he speeds up both his thrusts and his hand. Alex stops biting his lip and lets out a triumphant roar as he shoots out his release. He can’t see anything else at that point. It’s all white and sparkles and supernovas that cloud his vision. He gives up and closes his eyes instead.
Sid comes after. There is enough of a delay that allows Alex to recover enough to prop himself up on his elbows just in time to watch Sid throw his head back and mouth out a wordless cry. Sid’s hips jerk a few times before he collapses over Alex, pressing them both onto the bed in a sweaty, hot mess.
They lie like that for minutes or hours, Alex can’t really tell. He doesn’t protest when Sid mutters something about getting clean and lifts himself away from Alex. He keeps eye contact when he pulls out as gently as he can, but it still makes Alex wince at the friction. He puts his arm over his eyes and listens as Sid pads into the bathroom to clean up. He knows he should do the same, but he wants to bask in the afterglow for as long as he can. Plus there’s the little matter of feeling sore and raw all over after all that. Not to mention the thirst that is now registering with him.
He winces when he moves and it’s just then that he remembers the game in less than-he lowers his arm to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand -nine hours. He groans and is about to get up when Sid comes back into the room with a washcloth and a glass of water in hand.
“Here. I figured you’d be sore and thirsty after all that,” Sid told him, unable to hide his grin as he hands the glass over. Alex takes it and sits up enough to drink it, glad that the rim of the glass hides his wince. He doesn’t want to give Sid more ammunition, but Sid catches it either way. He’s prudent enough to not say anything as he nudges Alex’s thighs open more and cleans him up.
Although he feels sort of awkward at the gesture, he’s touched that Sidney would be thoughtful enough to do that for him. Not like other guys who would roll over and pass out once everything was done. He watches and waits as Sid throws the cloth into the bathroom and it lands somewhere with a wet splat. He’ll get it later sometime, he rationalizes as Sid pushes any remaining clothes off the bed and shoves him over.
Alex is about to make an indignant protest that is muffled by the covers landing over his head. The lights are clicked off and after a lot of shuffling around; they are both under the enveloping warmth. A few more manoeuvres in the dark and he’s in Sid’s arm, his head resting on his chest. He can hear the soft thumping of Sid’s heart as it beats and he can’t resist giving into the sudden exhaustion sweeping over him. In seconds he’s completely gone, that rhythmic thumping still in his ears as he sleeps.
That annoying quirk is painfully obvious after all the exchanges they have...no matter what medium it is. Be it email, texting or abrupt chats online. He just doesn’t understand how Sidney’s mind works. He’s used to straight-forward questions and answers, not random questions and phrases. How the hell is he supposed to decipher the meanings when he doesn’t even know half of what he’s being asked? How is he supposed to give an answer to that?
Are all Canadians like this, Alex asks himself. So difficult to know and discern? Is that what keeps him interested in Sid? He’s not sure if he really wants to follow the labyrinth twists and turns that he finds there. It frustrates him as much as it excites him. He likes a challenge, that’s all too true. But Alex is not sure whether he wants to be annoyed as much as he gets stimulated.
Can he have just one without the other? He muses as he gets up from the generic hotel desk and walks towards the window to stare out at yet another city he’s not going to bother remembering once the game has been won and it’s time to go home. The skyline is pretty and he tries to make the effort to bring up the name. He knows that it’s one of the Upper Eastern States...Alex furrows his brow as he tries to recall which one exactly. He gives up after a valiant struggle. He wasn’t that keen on geography even as a student in Moscow.
At least he knows it isn’t Pittsburgh he’s going to be playing tonight and that thought makes his lips twitch into a crooked grin. He’s still grinning slightly when he hears a knock on the door. He goes to answer it and is surprised, very surprised (though he’s not showing it) to see a rumpled Sidney standing in the hallway holding a small bag in such a tight-knuckled grip that Alex is sure will leave marks on Sidney’s hands.
Alex opens his mouth to say something, but Sidney barges on ahead, pushing past him in order to get into the room. Alex is a little confused by the situation. He’s got a game to play in about twelve hours and just out of the blue, the perplexing logic puzzle of a man he’s been trying to solve just marched back into his life and into his room. All he can do is raise an eyebrow and follow.
Sidney sinks onto the bed without a word and covers his eyes with his forearm. The bag drops forgotten to the floor somewhere and Alex leans against the door and waits. He’s impatient to know what the hell is going on, but knows that if he rushes things, Sidney will clam up and quite possibly go off in a huff (Sidney would claim that he would simply depart. Alex knows the difference between the two actions, but some modicum of tact prevents him from ever pointing out that Sidney Crosby does have his moments of acting like a teenage girl) despite making an effort to be in the same town as him. So he waits.
Alex thought that it would have taken longer for Sidney to break. True, Sid did have uncanny patience for someone his age, but he also knew that whatever had brought him here would prompt him to react. He just hopes that its sooner rather than later. He knows he’s going to need time to think about the encounter afterwards. In case things turn weird and he needs to go back to find a solution to the problem.
“Why do you do this shit?” Sidney asks him and he has to blink at the question and the way it is asked. Despite the swearing, Sidney’s tone is level and calm. He looks as if he’s inquiring about random things and not anything out of the ordinary.
“What?” Alex asks, not sure what he’s supposed to reply to such a blunt query. He knows that Sid’s been having issues, what with the team not doing well and his penalty minutes and all that. But he didn’t think that their communicating had anything to do with that. But now, listening to Sid, Alex realizes that they both have an issue that they need to deal with and fast.
“This fucking hot and cold thing. I ask for a little bit, you throw me shit I can read in any newspaper I pick up and when I want to know more...you give me only superficial things. Then you tell me these amazing things...and then you clam up and treat me like I’m some random stranger. Like, what the fuck?”
By the end of his monologue, Sidney’s sitting up, his face is pale white and his eyes are a bit too bright, his mouth is drawn in a line so tight that his lips are pale in either anger or grief. Alex is silent and he’s sure that his jaw is working as he tries to come up with something to tell Sidney. He knows that he has to tread carefully or else what relationship they had built up would disappear completely. In the end, he takes a shot at it and hopes that it will be good enough to at least smooth things over between them.
He clears his throat and gives it a go. He has to give it a shot.
“Sid...I don’t know what you want. You don’t say anything straight out, all things you think.” He pauses and he hates that he sounds awkward in this foreign tongue. He does try, but English is hard and he wishes again that he could say things with the same grace as he does in his native language. He really means what he says, but he sounds like...an idiot. He hates that.
“I guess what you think,” Alex smiles, despite his acute embarrassment and frustration. “I try, but I get wrong. Many times, I get wrong. I don’t understand. I get angry? Then you go off do not give me chance to talk,” he looked up and found Sid staring at him, but not with the disgusted look on his face he had feared at first. Instead, Sid is looking at him sympathetically, some of the traces of his earlier emotional turmoil smoothed out as he mulled over what Alex was trying to tell him.
He doesn’t say anything right away, which surprises Alex. Sidney’s mouth works a few phrases before he finally puts everything into a decent kind of order in his mind and speaks.
“That makes two of us then,” Sidney admits ruefully. Alex cocks his head to one side and waits. There’s more, he knows that all too well and he doesn’t want to get any of the meanings wrong.
“I’ve never done this before...have it be so serious with someone,” he admits in a low voice. “Even with girls, I was crap at talking to them. Still am,” he smiled a bit before he continued.
“I thought that it would be easier with a guy, you know,” his smile gets slightly bigger at that. “And especially with someone that I have so much in common with, but now...this just tells me that it doesn’t matter what gender you talk to, or if you’ve got the same goals and ambitions. You’re still going to be crap at talking to the one you really like,” Sid finally finished, the rest of it tumbling out in a rush of words almost being too fast for Alex to grasp. He managed to get it after a moment of reflection, when Sid is too busy examining the patterns on the carpet in front of him to rush the Russian.
“You like me that much?” Alex stammers out, making Sid’s neck turn red as he nods his agreement.
“More than I know what to do with, sometimes. And it scares me, how strong the emotion is. I just think about talking to you and spending time with you. Fucking you until you’re too tired to do anything else but go to sleep.” Sidney admitted, his eyes moving from the carpet to Alex’s face, making the other man pause at the honest and blunt statement.
Alex felt his face grow hot when he hears those words come tumbling out of Sid’s mouth. He’s not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. He’s had his share of illicit sex in almost every random private and public place imaginable, but the raw, naked desire that Sid’s words bring up in him makes him feel like a blushing virgin. He doesn’t think anyone has ever been that honest about wanting him before. Most of the time, he’s the dominant part of the equation. He’s not the passive partner at all.
But the honest words and the way that Sidney’s eyes are smouldering at him make him rethink his position. He wants Sidney to do everything he says and more. He wants to wake up, tired and sore and sated. He wants all of that and more and he doesn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
Alex doesn’t know if he says all of this out loud, in that broken, imperfect English he has. He suspects that maybe he made some kind of gesture or something, because Sidney is already moving forward. He lets himself fall into the hard and unexpected embrace of Sidney and is sort of surprised when warm lips are pressed upon his.
He lets out a soft noise, but it is quickly swallowed up as Sid deepens the kiss. He works his mouth against Alex’s like a thirsty man getting his first drink of cool water. Alex stops thinking when his lip is grabbed and sucked, his mouth is parted open and Sid’s tongue is there: exploring, caressing, tasting. It’s all he’s wanted and he can’t help but to lose himself in the sensations that are so powerful, they almost overwhelm him.
He hears a moan and he vaguely wonders if it was him or Sid. It doesn’t matter, not when he’s being aggressively pushed towards the bed. He can’t help but to kind of squawk when they fall heavily on the bed, but that doesn’t stop him from getting his hands under Sid’s shirt. He hears Sid making some kind of noise and he can feel the muscles coil and tighten at the touch. There’s a strange anxiety to the Canadian, as if he’s vibrating in the effort to restrain himself from following his instincts and going straight for it.
Alex keeps running his hands down Sid’s back from the tops of his shoulders down to the waistband of his jeans. Sid murmurs low in his throat and stops the kiss only to give Alex a languorous look through narrowed brown eyes that hold so many promises in their darkened depths. Alex swallows with difficulty and tries to will his body to calm itself, but he knows it’s a losing battle when he gets a rush of heat that travels from the top of his head down to pool in the base of his groin.
Sid smiles as he pulls away from Alex and he notices Alex’s hard length showing through the dark denim of his jeans. He props himself on his elbow and smiles at Alex. Sid doesn’t waste any more time as he easily pops the first button to reach inside and grasp the turgid hardness of Alex’s cock. Alex groans slightly, biting his lip as pain turns to pleasure at having Sid’s hand wrapping around his cock. He wants to tell him how to move, how hard to squeeze, which points need stimulation...he finds himself saying them though, in rough voiced Russian that makes Sid draw in a deep breath and start moving his hand in what he thinks the instructions may be.
It’s not perfect, but it’s doing the trick. It makes him forget himself and everything that isn’t connected to what is happening at the moment. All he cares about is having Sid kiss him, touch him, make love to him until the morning dawns pink through the window. There’s nothing else.
He knows that it’s the same thing for Sid, since the low thrum of excitement under his skin feels like it’s been ramped up. Sid’s kiss is now feral and he’s wearing a lot less now than a couple of moments ago. Alex doesn’t question it. Not when his clothes are flying all over the place, Sid’s hands so deft and so skilled that he’s unsure when his clothes disappeared. Not that it matters at that point in time. He’s aching so badly for Sid to get inside him he’s ready to take the lead. He is trying to be pushy, but can’t hold on much longer.
Sid senses his impatience and pulls away from him briefly, a wicked, self-satisfied grin on his face as he leans over to reach for something on the floor. Alex waits his heart racing as he listens to the sounds of searching and a bag being zippered closed. Sid’s head pops up and his grin widens as he holds the tube of lube and a condom aloft.
The gesture makes Alex laugh softly. Sid’s expression is cute and innocent and unexpected; this gesture and that makes the moment even better than if it is all planned for his benefit. He doesn’t have time to say anything, since Sid is now kneeling on the bed and is spreading Alex’s legs to situate him for better access. Alex is mute and clings to the sheets as he watches Sid ready him for what they are both so impatient for. Sid smiles and Alex squirms as he feels Sid’s lube-slippery fingers prod at his entrance a moment later. Even though he’s ready, his body still reacts. Sid realizes this quickly and lowers his head to kiss Alex’s neck in hopes that this would loosen him up enough to accept the intrusion.
The kiss helps Alex relax and Sid slide a finger in, the sensation making him gasp and writhe. Sid’s face becomes serious as he adds another finger in; this time being careful to curl up and brush what he thinks is Alex’s prostate. He can’t help but be smug when Alex practically yowls and nearly pushes him off with his enthusiastic reaction. He keeps moving his fingers in an out, and Alex is hoarse and panting, his cock stiff and dark red as the ministrations of Sid’s hands continues.
Alex belatedly realizes that Sid is focused only on Alex’s pleasure, and not his own. He tries to even the playing field and reaches for Sid’s cock. He wants to wrap his hand around that thick, hard flesh; but Sid shakes his head and continues to add more fingers, moving them until Alex feels like he’s going to explode if Sid doesn’t start soon.
“I know baby...shhh...I know,” Sid murmurs when keening cries escape Alex. “I don’t want to hurt you. Just want to make you feel real good...” his voice trails off as he kisses and nibbles at the juncture between Alex’s collarbones .This makes Alex hoarsely and incomprehensibly mix Russian and English in a long and drawn out plea that intensifies to a keen. Hearing this, Sid then quickly rips open the foil packet with his teeth and deftly rolls the condom onto his own cock that is so hard, the actions are both agony and pleasure rolled into one.
Sid is in so much need that he pauses only when he places his cock at Alex’s entrance. Immediately his instincts take over and he pushes right through the ring of muscle that offers resistance. Alex gasps and lets out a grunt of what could either be pain or pleasure. He stops cold and looks down at Alex, who grimaces and shakes at the stop. A soft plea escapes his lips and Sid moves again, this time more slowly and carefully despite the way it nearly makes him lose control.
It’s worth it though, when Alex lets out a throaty moan and immediately wraps his arms around Sid’s shoulders. Sid bit his lip and waited until the urge to come passes and he starts thrusting against the moist heat that envelops him completely. His thrusts are in a slow, stop-start rhythm that he knows Alex is enjoying immensely by the way that he’s grabbing and clutching at Sid’s shoulders. Occasionally, blunt nails dig into Sid’s back and he hopes that he’s not going to have any marks when they are done.
It’s not that he’s ashamed of what he’s doing right then and there with Alex. That’s completely as far from the truth as he can get. He’s glad he’s finally with Alex, doing what he’s been day-dreaming and fantasizing about all over the place for what feels like a lifetime. It’s almost like a fantasy; the way things are going, with Alex flushed and panting under him, his cries coming hoarser and louder to spur Sid on to drive deeper and faster into him.
Alex bites his lip as Sid takes his cock and starts to palm it with hard, frantic gestures that are making him melt into the sticky bed underneath him. He feels like his entire universe is composed of those rhythmic actions and that he’s going to become a puddle of Alexander Ovechkin, so wonderful the time he is having with Sid is turning out to be. He gasps though, when he feels the rush building up at the bottom of his spine. Already, he can feel his balls retract against his body, so close he is to an exit.
Sid must know how close the event is, because he speeds up both his thrusts and his hand. Alex stops biting his lip and lets out a triumphant roar as he shoots out his release. He can’t see anything else at that point. It’s all white and sparkles and supernovas that cloud his vision. He gives up and closes his eyes instead.
Sid comes after. There is enough of a delay that allows Alex to recover enough to prop himself up on his elbows just in time to watch Sid throw his head back and mouth out a wordless cry. Sid’s hips jerk a few times before he collapses over Alex, pressing them both onto the bed in a sweaty, hot mess.
They lie like that for minutes or hours, Alex can’t really tell. He doesn’t protest when Sid mutters something about getting clean and lifts himself away from Alex. He keeps eye contact when he pulls out as gently as he can, but it still makes Alex wince at the friction. He puts his arm over his eyes and listens as Sid pads into the bathroom to clean up. He knows he should do the same, but he wants to bask in the afterglow for as long as he can. Plus there’s the little matter of feeling sore and raw all over after all that. Not to mention the thirst that is now registering with him.
He winces when he moves and it’s just then that he remembers the game in less than-he lowers his arm to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand -nine hours. He groans and is about to get up when Sid comes back into the room with a washcloth and a glass of water in hand.
“Here. I figured you’d be sore and thirsty after all that,” Sid told him, unable to hide his grin as he hands the glass over. Alex takes it and sits up enough to drink it, glad that the rim of the glass hides his wince. He doesn’t want to give Sid more ammunition, but Sid catches it either way. He’s prudent enough to not say anything as he nudges Alex’s thighs open more and cleans him up.
Although he feels sort of awkward at the gesture, he’s touched that Sidney would be thoughtful enough to do that for him. Not like other guys who would roll over and pass out once everything was done. He watches and waits as Sid throws the cloth into the bathroom and it lands somewhere with a wet splat. He’ll get it later sometime, he rationalizes as Sid pushes any remaining clothes off the bed and shoves him over.
Alex is about to make an indignant protest that is muffled by the covers landing over his head. The lights are clicked off and after a lot of shuffling around; they are both under the enveloping warmth. A few more manoeuvres in the dark and he’s in Sid’s arm, his head resting on his chest. He can hear the soft thumping of Sid’s heart as it beats and he can’t resist giving into the sudden exhaustion sweeping over him. In seconds he’s completely gone, that rhythmic thumping still in his ears as he sleeps.