(FIC) I Believe In Angels, Not The Type With Wings, Not The Type With Halos 2/3
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He gets woken up by the perky voice of the concierge giving him his wake up call. He’s coherent enough to mumble something into the receiver when he finally picks it up, but not awake enough to realize that there’s another body in the bed with him. He finally realizes this when he bumps into something solid and warm when he’s trying to hang up the receiver. A loud yelp fully wakes him up enough to sit up and finally notice Sidney Crosby rubbing his side and looking up at him with an injured look on his face.
“What time is it?” Sid mutters as he rubs the last of the sleep out of his eyes. Alex rubs his face and looks at the alarm clock.
“Six-fifteen. I got practice now. Game tonight,” Alex replies as he pulls the covers away and steps out, wincing with each movement. It still hurt, despite the sleep. But at least he could get to practice that day. If he didn’t make it, he was sure to get killed by the coach.
“Oh. Right,” Sidney mutters as he sits up and runs his hands through his hair, leaving it in unruly cowlicks that make Alex smile. Even though he was half-asleep, the sight of Sid looking so little boyish makes his heart soften and melt.
“You can go back to sleep,” Alex offers as he walks to the bathroom to get ready. He’s brushing his teeth when Sid comes in, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.
“Don’t worry about me. I can manage. How long will practice take?” Sidney asks as he squeezes toothpaste on his brush and starts to brush vigorously.
Alex shrugs, busy in his task also. They finish in silence and Alex steps into the shower, leaving the curtain slightly open that makes Sidney wonder if it’s an invitation or carelessness. Either way, he goes in and is validated when Alex grins at him and turns on the water.
He doesn’t know what to expect in the shower. In fact, he just thinks that there will be slight tension as they get clean, some touching here and there. He honestly doesn’t expect for Alex to get down on his knees and wrap his lips around his cock.
He should have been blushing at how fast he got hard with that mouth around his cock and all that soft warmth around it, moving and undulating as Alex got to work. It was so overwhelming that the only reactions he could form were wordless moans and an involuntary tightening of his hands into Alex’s messy mop of hair.
Maybe it was the noise or his fingers digging deeply into his hair that makes Alex creative. In the middle of the blow-job, he starts humming some weird song that nearly makes Sid laugh out-loud despite being more than half-way ready to come. Alex lifts his head slightly and raises an eyebrow before once again bending down to his task. Sid closes his eyes as the vibrations go the entire length of his cock, making it more sensitive and ready to spill. Alex senses how close he is, and deep-throats him, swallowing convulsively for a few moments.
That’s all Sidney needs to come, which he does in what feels like torrents to him. He doesn’t look at Alex until the fireworks and fog clear from his vision. When he opens his eyes, he sees Alex is wiping his mouth and looking slightly sheepish, but smug as he does so.
They don’t talk about it as Alex gets to his feet and they start to shower in a comfortable silence that continues as they get ready to face their days-Alex to practice and Sidney to lord knows where. They touch each other as they get going, no words are necessary then. It’s all understood and both of them are hesitant to say anything lest it becomes twisted and misunderstood and neither wants that to happen again.
They don’t even say anything when they stop at the door and kiss, their mouths meeting in perfect synchrony, their lips and tongues moving in perfect rhythm before Sidney pulls away and opens the door. He steps out quickly and walks towards the elevator. He presses the button only when he knows that Alex has caught up. They can look at each other and give each other the stiff nods that they have always exchanged, but nothing more. They belong to the public now. Intimacy must wait behind closed doors.
The elevator arrives and they step inside, making small talk and plans that are fairly vague. All that Alex gets out of that conversation is that Sid will meet him somewhere. He doesn’t have any more time to ask for more detail, since his team bus is there waiting for him and other stragglers, he supposes. Sidney doesn’t say anything else as he walks to the parking lot, cool and collected as always. Alex watches him go and sighs. He supposes he will find out soon enough. For now, he’s got practice and a game to focus on.
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He gets woken up by the perky voice of the concierge giving him his wake up call. He’s coherent enough to mumble something into the receiver when he finally picks it up, but not awake enough to realize that there’s another body in the bed with him. He finally realizes this when he bumps into something solid and warm when he’s trying to hang up the receiver. A loud yelp fully wakes him up enough to sit up and finally notice Sidney Crosby rubbing his side and looking up at him with an injured look on his face.
“What time is it?” Sid mutters as he rubs the last of the sleep out of his eyes. Alex rubs his face and looks at the alarm clock.
“Six-fifteen. I got practice now. Game tonight,” Alex replies as he pulls the covers away and steps out, wincing with each movement. It still hurt, despite the sleep. But at least he could get to practice that day. If he didn’t make it, he was sure to get killed by the coach.
“Oh. Right,” Sidney mutters as he sits up and runs his hands through his hair, leaving it in unruly cowlicks that make Alex smile. Even though he was half-asleep, the sight of Sid looking so little boyish makes his heart soften and melt.
“You can go back to sleep,” Alex offers as he walks to the bathroom to get ready. He’s brushing his teeth when Sid comes in, toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.
“Don’t worry about me. I can manage. How long will practice take?” Sidney asks as he squeezes toothpaste on his brush and starts to brush vigorously.
Alex shrugs, busy in his task also. They finish in silence and Alex steps into the shower, leaving the curtain slightly open that makes Sidney wonder if it’s an invitation or carelessness. Either way, he goes in and is validated when Alex grins at him and turns on the water.
He doesn’t know what to expect in the shower. In fact, he just thinks that there will be slight tension as they get clean, some touching here and there. He honestly doesn’t expect for Alex to get down on his knees and wrap his lips around his cock.
He should have been blushing at how fast he got hard with that mouth around his cock and all that soft warmth around it, moving and undulating as Alex got to work. It was so overwhelming that the only reactions he could form were wordless moans and an involuntary tightening of his hands into Alex’s messy mop of hair.
Maybe it was the noise or his fingers digging deeply into his hair that makes Alex creative. In the middle of the blow-job, he starts humming some weird song that nearly makes Sid laugh out-loud despite being more than half-way ready to come. Alex lifts his head slightly and raises an eyebrow before once again bending down to his task. Sid closes his eyes as the vibrations go the entire length of his cock, making it more sensitive and ready to spill. Alex senses how close he is, and deep-throats him, swallowing convulsively for a few moments.
That’s all Sidney needs to come, which he does in what feels like torrents to him. He doesn’t look at Alex until the fireworks and fog clear from his vision. When he opens his eyes, he sees Alex is wiping his mouth and looking slightly sheepish, but smug as he does so.
They don’t talk about it as Alex gets to his feet and they start to shower in a comfortable silence that continues as they get ready to face their days-Alex to practice and Sidney to lord knows where. They touch each other as they get going, no words are necessary then. It’s all understood and both of them are hesitant to say anything lest it becomes twisted and misunderstood and neither wants that to happen again.
They don’t even say anything when they stop at the door and kiss, their mouths meeting in perfect synchrony, their lips and tongues moving in perfect rhythm before Sidney pulls away and opens the door. He steps out quickly and walks towards the elevator. He presses the button only when he knows that Alex has caught up. They can look at each other and give each other the stiff nods that they have always exchanged, but nothing more. They belong to the public now. Intimacy must wait behind closed doors.
The elevator arrives and they step inside, making small talk and plans that are fairly vague. All that Alex gets out of that conversation is that Sid will meet him somewhere. He doesn’t have any more time to ask for more detail, since his team bus is there waiting for him and other stragglers, he supposes. Sidney doesn’t say anything else as he walks to the parking lot, cool and collected as always. Alex watches him go and sighs. He supposes he will find out soon enough. For now, he’s got practice and a game to focus on.
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