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Author: Me!
Pairing: Andrew Ference/Sidney Crosby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For Natalie who wanted a fic for Andy’s 30th birthday. Basically PWP.
(Andy’s POV)
I’m the first one dressed so I escape to the cool weather of the Mellon Arena’s parking lot by the player entrance. Our bus sits there idling, waiting to take us back to the hotel for the night. Wanting to keep moving, I wander along the sidewalk until I see a familiar face that I have already seen enough of tonight.
Fuck, just keep walking Andy. Don’t even look at him.
But apparently Sidney can’t help himself, “Hey Ference, nice game.”
He smiles, the smug bastard. That’s easy to say when you’ve won and he doesn’t stop there either. Why did I ever come out here?
“I’m mean, considering you guys are first in the conference, I thought you would put up more of a fight,” Sidney has just pulled open the back seat of his big, black SUV to throw his bag inside on the floor as he says this. Of course he would drive something like that.
I can’t help but get right up in his face, eye to eye, noses almost touching, “What gives you the right? You’re not as great as you think, you can’t just say whatever you want and get away with it.”
Suddenly his cheeks flush, and he almost seems embarrassed. I’m pleased with myself for a second, but honestly I didn’t think he would give up that easily. Then he glances down and as soon as he brings his eyes back to mine, I can immediately tell he didn’t want me to notice.
I look down and when I look back up I’m the one who can’t keep the grin off my face.
He’s hard.
“So Sidney,” I practically purr, knowing that now I have the upper hand, “You like being a nasty boy?”
I can barely contain my laughter now as he stammers, “Wh . . . what? Stop fucking around man.” But his body’s reaction is saying different and I know to get what I want I have to be in charge. Right now.
I put my arm on the open car, blocking his exit route, “Get in the car Sidney. If you want to fuck around, we’re going to fuck around.”
He looks unbelievingly at me for a moment, then he complies, almost falling in his haste to get in the back seat. I follow him in and shut the door behind me, locking it. It’s now that we resume our staring contest. Sidney licks his lips nervously, “If you want something, why don’t you just-“
I kiss him.
There are lips and teeth and tongue. It’s rough and angry and I just want him to shut to hell up. I pull away to breathe, just to breathe, and he keeps going, “Well, well, A. I didn’t know you wanted me THAT badly.”
I can’t even bring myself to respond to his infuriating attitude, instead I push him roughly against the opposite door. I hear what may be his head cracking against the window, but at this point I’m not really sure I care.
This time he moves in for a kiss, but I duck my head and latch onto his neck instead. He better believe I’m leaving a mark there. He’s lying on his back across the seats and I’m on top, sucking on his pulse and shoving my hand down his briefs under his suit pants.
He’s been hard since I walked up to him, I can tell. Sidney is hot and heavy in my hand and all I can do is squeeze a bit tighter and continue my assault on his neck. And I’m hard too. My erection is so stiff I can practically feel it pressing into the corded muscle of his thigh. I grind against him and stroke his cock up and down, up and down until I know he can barely take it anymore.
Quickly, I pull away, undoing his belt and pants and pushing them along with his underwear down to his thighs. It’s a horrible struggle in the confines of the back seat, but it gives me what I want, a clear view of his hard cock, standing up from his otherwise clothed body.
Sidney is panting hard and looking at me with glazed, dark eyes. I grasp him again and continue stroking him. I sit across his thighs and watch as his entire body tenses. Then with small, whimpering noises escaping his throat, he comes. Hot, sticky semen splatters across his blue dress shirt and I smile again because I know I’ve won this time.
I’m still rock hard in my pants, but I can take care of myself later. This boy is not going to have any power over me. Reaching backwards slowly, I grasp for the door handle and I open it, dragging myself out.
I look at Sidney, red, panting, hickey on his neck, covered in his own cum and his cock sticking out of his clothes almost obscenely, on its way to being soft.
His brown eyes search out mine, so disoriented. But before he can pull me in again, I shut the door and walk away.
Author: Me!
Pairing: Andrew Ference/Sidney Crosby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For Natalie who wanted a fic for Andy’s 30th birthday. Basically PWP.
(Andy’s POV)
I’m the first one dressed so I escape to the cool weather of the Mellon Arena’s parking lot by the player entrance. Our bus sits there idling, waiting to take us back to the hotel for the night. Wanting to keep moving, I wander along the sidewalk until I see a familiar face that I have already seen enough of tonight.
Fuck, just keep walking Andy. Don’t even look at him.
But apparently Sidney can’t help himself, “Hey Ference, nice game.”
He smiles, the smug bastard. That’s easy to say when you’ve won and he doesn’t stop there either. Why did I ever come out here?
“I’m mean, considering you guys are first in the conference, I thought you would put up more of a fight,” Sidney has just pulled open the back seat of his big, black SUV to throw his bag inside on the floor as he says this. Of course he would drive something like that.
I can’t help but get right up in his face, eye to eye, noses almost touching, “What gives you the right? You’re not as great as you think, you can’t just say whatever you want and get away with it.”
Suddenly his cheeks flush, and he almost seems embarrassed. I’m pleased with myself for a second, but honestly I didn’t think he would give up that easily. Then he glances down and as soon as he brings his eyes back to mine, I can immediately tell he didn’t want me to notice.
I look down and when I look back up I’m the one who can’t keep the grin off my face.
He’s hard.
“So Sidney,” I practically purr, knowing that now I have the upper hand, “You like being a nasty boy?”
I can barely contain my laughter now as he stammers, “Wh . . . what? Stop fucking around man.” But his body’s reaction is saying different and I know to get what I want I have to be in charge. Right now.
I put my arm on the open car, blocking his exit route, “Get in the car Sidney. If you want to fuck around, we’re going to fuck around.”
He looks unbelievingly at me for a moment, then he complies, almost falling in his haste to get in the back seat. I follow him in and shut the door behind me, locking it. It’s now that we resume our staring contest. Sidney licks his lips nervously, “If you want something, why don’t you just-“
I kiss him.
There are lips and teeth and tongue. It’s rough and angry and I just want him to shut to hell up. I pull away to breathe, just to breathe, and he keeps going, “Well, well, A. I didn’t know you wanted me THAT badly.”
I can’t even bring myself to respond to his infuriating attitude, instead I push him roughly against the opposite door. I hear what may be his head cracking against the window, but at this point I’m not really sure I care.
This time he moves in for a kiss, but I duck my head and latch onto his neck instead. He better believe I’m leaving a mark there. He’s lying on his back across the seats and I’m on top, sucking on his pulse and shoving my hand down his briefs under his suit pants.
He’s been hard since I walked up to him, I can tell. Sidney is hot and heavy in my hand and all I can do is squeeze a bit tighter and continue my assault on his neck. And I’m hard too. My erection is so stiff I can practically feel it pressing into the corded muscle of his thigh. I grind against him and stroke his cock up and down, up and down until I know he can barely take it anymore.
Quickly, I pull away, undoing his belt and pants and pushing them along with his underwear down to his thighs. It’s a horrible struggle in the confines of the back seat, but it gives me what I want, a clear view of his hard cock, standing up from his otherwise clothed body.
Sidney is panting hard and looking at me with glazed, dark eyes. I grasp him again and continue stroking him. I sit across his thighs and watch as his entire body tenses. Then with small, whimpering noises escaping his throat, he comes. Hot, sticky semen splatters across his blue dress shirt and I smile again because I know I’ve won this time.
I’m still rock hard in my pants, but I can take care of myself later. This boy is not going to have any power over me. Reaching backwards slowly, I grasp for the door handle and I open it, dragging myself out.
I look at Sidney, red, panting, hickey on his neck, covered in his own cum and his cock sticking out of his clothes almost obscenely, on its way to being soft.
His brown eyes search out mine, so disoriented. But before he can pull me in again, I shut the door and walk away.