(FIC) And You Give 3/3
IV
Sheldon barely bites back a yelp when he feels Sidney’s nose burying itself into his pubic hair. Out of all things, out of all people, he never expected Sidney Crosby to be doing that to him. It was both bizarre and so disarming that it makes him close his eyes. It’s also so intimate that Sheldon knows there isn’t any going back for either of them. He might as well enjoy the ride.
That is the last thought that crosses his mind when Sidney kisses the tip of cock before parting his lips and almost swallowing him whole. The heat and the moist velvet that surround him tear a groan from his throat and make him nearly convulse in bliss. The pleasure intensifies when Sidney starts working his mouth, letting tongue and teeth move up and around his cock. He gasps and groans and he ends up digging his fingers into his own arms to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations.
The kid’s got a great mouth and sure knows how to use it to maximum advantage. His lips are fantastic and he now understands why Sidney has been referred as having “cocksucker’s lips”. They sure are that. They feel so good wrapped around his cock that he’s sure he’s going crazy. Already, his hips are jerking up and down as Sidney is sucking and licking the entire length of his shaft. He was burning up as Sidney as decided to start licking the underside of his cock. He was so close to surrendering to the sensations when Sid’s tongue is abruptly removed.
Sheldon is riding the upcoming wave and when it all stops, making him crash back to reality so hard it makes him dizzy. His eyes fly open and his mouth is ready to frame a protest when the warmth comes back around his scrotum. The feeling is so unexpected that he can’t help but to shout out in shock. He should feel embarrassed but it feels so damned good that he doesn’t care.
His pleasure is heightened by how Sidney grabs one of his hips and squeezes hard, mingling pain and pleasure until Sheldon sees black stars on the back of his eyelids. His heartbeat quickens when Sidney wraps his other hand around Sheldon’s cock, making him moan as his cock is squeezed in all the right ways, making it easy for him to finally let go.
When release finally comes, it’s such a fast, sweet rush that Sheldon’s sure it makes him go blind. He’s so sunk into the aftermath that he almost misses Sidney moving up the bed to lie beside him. Once he recovers, he pulls Sidney close to him and buries his nose into the younger man’s wavy hair. They lie like that for a few moments before Sheldon moves so that Sidney is lying underneath him, blinking at the sudden change in position.
Sheldon can see the trepidation in the younger man’s eyes and he wants to make that look disappear from those coffee-brown eyes. He swallows hard as he strokes the smooth skin of Sidney’s cheek. Although he’s ready to take the next step, he’s afraid of screwing up. If Sidney was just another nameless notch on his belt, he’d know exactly how to approach the situation. But this is Sidney Crosby that he’s with. There’s an extremely sharp mind and hard will behind the babyish features. He knows what the boy is made out of and he’s not going to do anything to cheapen the moments between them.
So he goes slow, only giving teasing hints about what he’s going to do to him. He doesn’t break eye contact with the younger man, nor does he stop stroking Sid’s face as he brings their faces closer together and presses their lips together gently. As he deepens the kiss, Sheldon hopes that he’s conveying the respect and tenderness he feels for Sidney. He means it. He knows he does. That’s the only reason why he has become so open and willing to let someone get this close to him.
Sheldon’s not that great with words, so he’s hoping that his actions are sufficient. He feels he’s reached success when Sidney closes his eyes and threads his fingers through into his hair like he did earlier that night. As Sidney lets his lips part open wider, Sheldon feels his body hear up through the thin fabric of his dress shirt and suit trousers, his jacket having been lost some time ago. Feeling encouraged, he gets bolder and slides his tongue deeper into the silky warmth of Sidney’s mouth. He tastes and probes in a delicate manner, not wanting to be too aggressive.
To his surprise, his patience and diligence pays off when Sidney presses his body right up against Sheldon’s hard muscled chest, stomach and thighs. Sheldon nearly loses his rhythm when he feels that hardness pressing against his thigh. That gets him going, despite having come earlier that night. Sidney doesn’t seem to notice or care that Sheldon is hard again and Sheldon’s fine with that. Right now, it’s all about Sidney and his needs. He wants to give Sidney all of his attention. He wants for Sidney to have a fantastic time and not feel like he’s losing any sort of power in the exchange. He also knows that he has to keep a balance between them.
Despite seeming like he has it all, Sheldon knows that Sid is basically hiding in plain sight. He’s been following the rules so often now that when he tries to be himself he just gets smacked in the face, and that’s one of the reasons why he’s there with Sheldon at that moment. Sheldon’s safe and guarantees Sid control that he is lacking in other areas in his life. Sex is a dissidence of sorts for both of them. The Golden Boy and the Dark Horse getting each other hot and bothered in ways that their bosses would freak out about if they knew.
This is a big fuck you to everyone and Sheldon’s all too aware of the excitement that that fact is giving their encounter. There’s a thrumming thread running through all their actions that is also colouring the anticipation of there being much more, something deeper than the simple act of satisfying carnal desires. Sheldon doesn’t let himself hope, but he’s damned intrigued and that’s what leads him to tug at the buttons of Sidney’s trousers and yank them right off. Sidney gives a bit of a protest, but Sheldon silences it with a deeper kiss that lasts as long as he struggles with the stubborn trousers and briefs underneath. He grows impatient and finally just tears them off, throwing the pieces of fabric in the far corner.
Sidney sort of squawks, but the protests are soon stopped by Sheldon wrapping his hands around his cock and pumping it a few times. Sid moans and shifts around, trying to get his cock in the best position that he possibly can. Sheldon instinctively reacts, pressing and squeezing in the right areas, making Sid gasp out and writhe on the bed. Sheldon pulls away just a bit and looks down at Sid, who is flushed and panting. His cock is jutting out from its nest of dark brown pubic hair that is a sharp contrast to the pink tinged skin of his stomach and thighs.
He looks at Sid’s eyes and sees the flush high on his cheekbones and the glassiness of his eyes and he knows that the younger man is more than ready. Without a word, he’s begging for Sheldon to finish what’s been starting and Sheldon’s all too happy to comply with the request. He sits back on his heels and pulls Sidney’s lower body onto his lap, pushing Sid’s legs apart for easier access.
He swallows and brings his right hand up to his mouth and sucks on his middle finger. He doesn’t quite know how to start, but he figures that he should do the first thing that he does with a girl. So he makes sure that he’s got enough saliva on his finger before he tries to enter Sid. He knows in a vague fashion that he has to be careful so that it feels good for Sid. The last thing he wants to do is physically hurt the younger man.
Once Sheldon’s finger is wet enough, he presses the pad of his finger against the tight, puckered entrance. Sid’s eyes become less glassy once he feels Sheldon’s touch. He stays still, but his breathing quickens as Sheldon puts in more pressure. He does it by stages, pausing to let Sid’s body get used to the sensation until he’s got most of his finger inside. He keeps his eyes locked on Sidney, who is watching him, his breathing harsh and panting as Sheldon goes even further and starts rotating his finger inside of Sid.
Sid lets out a soft groan when Sheldon brushes against a hot, hard little knot inside. Intrigued, he does it again, making Sid nearly slide off his lap. Encouraged by the result, he does it again, eliciting an even stronger reaction from Sid as he bucks and jerks his hips. Sheldon gets bolder and carefully pulls halfway, just enough to get more room to add a second finger in.
These get an even more volcanic reaction from Sid and as he scissors and works his two fingers in and out of his more relaxed passage, making it possible add another finger in. At this point, Sheldon’s so hard that his cock is heavy and weeping precome and Sid’s is almost purple with the need for release. Sid himself is writhing and panting like a mad-man, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Sheldon’s working to get him up to fever-pitch.
Without any more preamble, Sheldon pulls his fingers out and positions his cock at that loosened entrance. He grabs Sid’s thighs hard and impales the younger man onto his erection. Sid screams and throws his head back at the sudden penetration but doesn’t protest it. He starts babbling and the flush on his body gets darker.
Sheldon closes his eyes and remains still, letting Sid get used to his cock. Although the velvety warmth feels heavenly around him and all he wants to do is thrust, he knows that if he does he’s going to possibly hurt Sid and come all too quickly. So he forces himself to count to thirty before he opens his eyes and moves.
Sid’s eyes are practically bugging out as Sheldon pulls out half-way. The friction feels so damned good that Sheldon thinks he’s going to explode in mid-stroke. Sid’s now almost incoherently sobbing out a litany that sounds as if he’s either praying or begging to be put out of his misery. Sheldon grits his teeth and complies with the begging, burying himself balls deep into that sweet ass. That gets him a high-pitched whine out Sid that becomes a hoarse shout when Sheldon pulls out, this time nearly all the way, and slams into him again.
They quickly establish a pattern, Sheldon lifting him up and down as regular as clockwork, making Sid lose more of his self control. Sid’s control is being sorely tested, especially when Sheldon grabs Sid’ cock and palms it. His grip is tight and merciless as he glides his hand from the base and around the head, his fingers tracing the edge of the mushroom-shaped head and back down to the base again. Sid shudders and loses the rhythm when he feels his balls retracting closer to his body. He’s so close that there’s no power on earth to stop him coming.
When he does, it is with a pained cry that could be mistaken for grief or joy at the release, Sheldon isn’t sure. All he knows is that the come spurts all over his hand and their chests and the sight of it coming out in white jets is fucking amazing. Coupled with the ecstatic look on Sid’s face, it is just fucking perfect. As Sid rides out his orgasm, his arse clenches convulsively around Sheldon’s cock and all it takes is a few moments to get him shooting his load into that velvety warmth.
Sheldon doesn’t know if he makes any sounds. All he’s aware of is Sid pulling him tight into an embrace and burying his head into his shoulder. The feel of his body in his arms is all he cares about at that point, especially when Sid mumbles a thank you and clings on to him for as long as he possibly can.
V
After that emotional interlude it’s up to Sheldon to get them cleaned up and organised for the next day. One weary glance at the alarm tells them they have at the most, five hours to sleep and get ready. Sid’s got it easy. He just has to show up and look pretty. Sheldon teases him about that and gets a spray of hot water in the face when they’re in the shower together. He lets it go instead of retaliating and continues the task of getting both of them clean. Sid’s too tired and his injury is acting up, making Sheldon feel less like a lover and more like a brother.
Once both of them are clean, Sheldon gets himself dried off and is picking up his clothes from his impromptu striptease by the couch. He leaves Sid behind in the bathroom and is putting his boxer-briefs on when he senses Sid’s presence behind him. Finishing his task, he stands still and is surprised when he is spun around and engulfed in an extremely tight embrace.
“Don’t leave. Not yet,” Sid murmurs.
“Why?” Sheldon asks, not quite leaning into the embrace as he asks the question.
“Do you want it to end? Do you want to be alone when you put on your mask and face them again? Can you be that strong? I know that I’m not,” Sid whispers back, tightening the death-hold that he has on Sheldon.
Sheldon doesn’t give him an answer right away as he thinks about the questions. He left his hotel room exactly because of that reason. He doesn’t want to be alone. If he was sure that he was could tolerate it he would have stayed in his room, but he knows that it isn’t possible. If he leaves at that exact moment he will be lying to himself and to Sid in such an irrevocable way that it will make their night meaningless and cheap.
“No. I’ll stay. As long as I can, I’ll stay,” he whispers as he turns around and really embraces Sidney back, making the embrace tight enough to convey his meaning without words.
“That’s all I want,” Sid murmurs to him before Sheldon dips his head and captures Sid’s lips with his own.
They stay that way for a few minutes before they head back to the bed and settle in for the last few hours that they have left with each other. Sid cries a bit. Sheldon doesn’t mention it. He simply holds Sid tight and helps him ride the wave of emotion through. It’s probably all he can do, considering the way that the poor kid’s life is. So he kisses him and ignores the cramp in his arm and the way that the left side of his body goes numb so that Sid can have that stolen moment of control and love before reality calls them back to their respective places and tears them apart.
Sheldon tries to stay awake for as long as he can, but eventually sleep claims him. Although it is welcome, he still resents the hours that he has to sleep and not spend with Sid. He understands now what that crazy girlfriend of his used to feel when she was with him. The love, the dissidence, the want and the need...all of it rolled into emotions that he can’t even begin to decipher or explain.
Sid’s got a part of him now, whether he wants to admit it or not. And he’s got a part of Sid. He doesn’t know what’s going to come next, but he knows that they have that one time, one stolen scene and they will carry it with each other always. He’s not sure how he feels about that sharing just yet. Maybe he will hate it in time to come. Maybe he will love it. Maybe Sid will hate him. Or maybe he will be Sid’s hero. He’s not sure. All he knows is that he’s been eviscerated by loneliness and desire and he’s not sure how he’s going to face tomorrow with that knowledge in his heart.
They get the wake-up call and the morning starts slow and tentative. Sheldon’s got a full day in front of him and Sidney’s got lots of press to face. Sheldon prods him, asks him if everything will really be okay with him and Sidney replies that it will be. Sheldon accepts the reply, but yet he knows that it’s not the whole truth. Still, he lets it go as they eat the room-service breakfast before he goes back to his own room and his own world. Sid kisses him on the lips and Sheldon is touched. It’s a nice reminder and he doesn’t brush it off like he normally would. He’s tempted to deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t. He’s running late and he needs to get back to pretending that his life is just the way it always has been.
The day goes on like he expects it to. For once, he’s grateful that he can blend in the background. Even Ovechkin looks tired by the time it’s all done. Sure, it’s wonderful to be in the spotlight, but it also blows when you can’t have a minute to yourself. He gives Ovechkin a friendly wave and the kid waves back, his mouth curving in a smile, but his eyes darken in acknowledgement of the shared burden they all face.
Sheldon knows that he just has to toe the line, so he keeps quiet and plays the game as best as he can. With his outsider status imprinted on his face so clearly, he simply wants to play and go home to the things that are important to him. He plays their game and plays it well. That’s all.
He’s sure he’s succeeded until he hears the knock on the door on Sunday night. He opens the door and finds Sid standing there, his eyes speaking the volumes of emotion that his mouth simply won’t. Sheldon doesn’t even stop to think about it. He just opens the door wider to let him in.
End.
Sheldon barely bites back a yelp when he feels Sidney’s nose burying itself into his pubic hair. Out of all things, out of all people, he never expected Sidney Crosby to be doing that to him. It was both bizarre and so disarming that it makes him close his eyes. It’s also so intimate that Sheldon knows there isn’t any going back for either of them. He might as well enjoy the ride.
That is the last thought that crosses his mind when Sidney kisses the tip of cock before parting his lips and almost swallowing him whole. The heat and the moist velvet that surround him tear a groan from his throat and make him nearly convulse in bliss. The pleasure intensifies when Sidney starts working his mouth, letting tongue and teeth move up and around his cock. He gasps and groans and he ends up digging his fingers into his own arms to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations.
The kid’s got a great mouth and sure knows how to use it to maximum advantage. His lips are fantastic and he now understands why Sidney has been referred as having “cocksucker’s lips”. They sure are that. They feel so good wrapped around his cock that he’s sure he’s going crazy. Already, his hips are jerking up and down as Sidney is sucking and licking the entire length of his shaft. He was burning up as Sidney as decided to start licking the underside of his cock. He was so close to surrendering to the sensations when Sid’s tongue is abruptly removed.
Sheldon is riding the upcoming wave and when it all stops, making him crash back to reality so hard it makes him dizzy. His eyes fly open and his mouth is ready to frame a protest when the warmth comes back around his scrotum. The feeling is so unexpected that he can’t help but to shout out in shock. He should feel embarrassed but it feels so damned good that he doesn’t care.
His pleasure is heightened by how Sidney grabs one of his hips and squeezes hard, mingling pain and pleasure until Sheldon sees black stars on the back of his eyelids. His heartbeat quickens when Sidney wraps his other hand around Sheldon’s cock, making him moan as his cock is squeezed in all the right ways, making it easy for him to finally let go.
When release finally comes, it’s such a fast, sweet rush that Sheldon’s sure it makes him go blind. He’s so sunk into the aftermath that he almost misses Sidney moving up the bed to lie beside him. Once he recovers, he pulls Sidney close to him and buries his nose into the younger man’s wavy hair. They lie like that for a few moments before Sheldon moves so that Sidney is lying underneath him, blinking at the sudden change in position.
Sheldon can see the trepidation in the younger man’s eyes and he wants to make that look disappear from those coffee-brown eyes. He swallows hard as he strokes the smooth skin of Sidney’s cheek. Although he’s ready to take the next step, he’s afraid of screwing up. If Sidney was just another nameless notch on his belt, he’d know exactly how to approach the situation. But this is Sidney Crosby that he’s with. There’s an extremely sharp mind and hard will behind the babyish features. He knows what the boy is made out of and he’s not going to do anything to cheapen the moments between them.
So he goes slow, only giving teasing hints about what he’s going to do to him. He doesn’t break eye contact with the younger man, nor does he stop stroking Sid’s face as he brings their faces closer together and presses their lips together gently. As he deepens the kiss, Sheldon hopes that he’s conveying the respect and tenderness he feels for Sidney. He means it. He knows he does. That’s the only reason why he has become so open and willing to let someone get this close to him.
Sheldon’s not that great with words, so he’s hoping that his actions are sufficient. He feels he’s reached success when Sidney closes his eyes and threads his fingers through into his hair like he did earlier that night. As Sidney lets his lips part open wider, Sheldon feels his body hear up through the thin fabric of his dress shirt and suit trousers, his jacket having been lost some time ago. Feeling encouraged, he gets bolder and slides his tongue deeper into the silky warmth of Sidney’s mouth. He tastes and probes in a delicate manner, not wanting to be too aggressive.
To his surprise, his patience and diligence pays off when Sidney presses his body right up against Sheldon’s hard muscled chest, stomach and thighs. Sheldon nearly loses his rhythm when he feels that hardness pressing against his thigh. That gets him going, despite having come earlier that night. Sidney doesn’t seem to notice or care that Sheldon is hard again and Sheldon’s fine with that. Right now, it’s all about Sidney and his needs. He wants to give Sidney all of his attention. He wants for Sidney to have a fantastic time and not feel like he’s losing any sort of power in the exchange. He also knows that he has to keep a balance between them.
Despite seeming like he has it all, Sheldon knows that Sid is basically hiding in plain sight. He’s been following the rules so often now that when he tries to be himself he just gets smacked in the face, and that’s one of the reasons why he’s there with Sheldon at that moment. Sheldon’s safe and guarantees Sid control that he is lacking in other areas in his life. Sex is a dissidence of sorts for both of them. The Golden Boy and the Dark Horse getting each other hot and bothered in ways that their bosses would freak out about if they knew.
This is a big fuck you to everyone and Sheldon’s all too aware of the excitement that that fact is giving their encounter. There’s a thrumming thread running through all their actions that is also colouring the anticipation of there being much more, something deeper than the simple act of satisfying carnal desires. Sheldon doesn’t let himself hope, but he’s damned intrigued and that’s what leads him to tug at the buttons of Sidney’s trousers and yank them right off. Sidney gives a bit of a protest, but Sheldon silences it with a deeper kiss that lasts as long as he struggles with the stubborn trousers and briefs underneath. He grows impatient and finally just tears them off, throwing the pieces of fabric in the far corner.
Sidney sort of squawks, but the protests are soon stopped by Sheldon wrapping his hands around his cock and pumping it a few times. Sid moans and shifts around, trying to get his cock in the best position that he possibly can. Sheldon instinctively reacts, pressing and squeezing in the right areas, making Sid gasp out and writhe on the bed. Sheldon pulls away just a bit and looks down at Sid, who is flushed and panting. His cock is jutting out from its nest of dark brown pubic hair that is a sharp contrast to the pink tinged skin of his stomach and thighs.
He looks at Sid’s eyes and sees the flush high on his cheekbones and the glassiness of his eyes and he knows that the younger man is more than ready. Without a word, he’s begging for Sheldon to finish what’s been starting and Sheldon’s all too happy to comply with the request. He sits back on his heels and pulls Sidney’s lower body onto his lap, pushing Sid’s legs apart for easier access.
He swallows and brings his right hand up to his mouth and sucks on his middle finger. He doesn’t quite know how to start, but he figures that he should do the first thing that he does with a girl. So he makes sure that he’s got enough saliva on his finger before he tries to enter Sid. He knows in a vague fashion that he has to be careful so that it feels good for Sid. The last thing he wants to do is physically hurt the younger man.
Once Sheldon’s finger is wet enough, he presses the pad of his finger against the tight, puckered entrance. Sid’s eyes become less glassy once he feels Sheldon’s touch. He stays still, but his breathing quickens as Sheldon puts in more pressure. He does it by stages, pausing to let Sid’s body get used to the sensation until he’s got most of his finger inside. He keeps his eyes locked on Sidney, who is watching him, his breathing harsh and panting as Sheldon goes even further and starts rotating his finger inside of Sid.
Sid lets out a soft groan when Sheldon brushes against a hot, hard little knot inside. Intrigued, he does it again, making Sid nearly slide off his lap. Encouraged by the result, he does it again, eliciting an even stronger reaction from Sid as he bucks and jerks his hips. Sheldon gets bolder and carefully pulls halfway, just enough to get more room to add a second finger in.
These get an even more volcanic reaction from Sid and as he scissors and works his two fingers in and out of his more relaxed passage, making it possible add another finger in. At this point, Sheldon’s so hard that his cock is heavy and weeping precome and Sid’s is almost purple with the need for release. Sid himself is writhing and panting like a mad-man, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Sheldon’s working to get him up to fever-pitch.
Without any more preamble, Sheldon pulls his fingers out and positions his cock at that loosened entrance. He grabs Sid’s thighs hard and impales the younger man onto his erection. Sid screams and throws his head back at the sudden penetration but doesn’t protest it. He starts babbling and the flush on his body gets darker.
Sheldon closes his eyes and remains still, letting Sid get used to his cock. Although the velvety warmth feels heavenly around him and all he wants to do is thrust, he knows that if he does he’s going to possibly hurt Sid and come all too quickly. So he forces himself to count to thirty before he opens his eyes and moves.
Sid’s eyes are practically bugging out as Sheldon pulls out half-way. The friction feels so damned good that Sheldon thinks he’s going to explode in mid-stroke. Sid’s now almost incoherently sobbing out a litany that sounds as if he’s either praying or begging to be put out of his misery. Sheldon grits his teeth and complies with the begging, burying himself balls deep into that sweet ass. That gets him a high-pitched whine out Sid that becomes a hoarse shout when Sheldon pulls out, this time nearly all the way, and slams into him again.
They quickly establish a pattern, Sheldon lifting him up and down as regular as clockwork, making Sid lose more of his self control. Sid’s control is being sorely tested, especially when Sheldon grabs Sid’ cock and palms it. His grip is tight and merciless as he glides his hand from the base and around the head, his fingers tracing the edge of the mushroom-shaped head and back down to the base again. Sid shudders and loses the rhythm when he feels his balls retracting closer to his body. He’s so close that there’s no power on earth to stop him coming.
When he does, it is with a pained cry that could be mistaken for grief or joy at the release, Sheldon isn’t sure. All he knows is that the come spurts all over his hand and their chests and the sight of it coming out in white jets is fucking amazing. Coupled with the ecstatic look on Sid’s face, it is just fucking perfect. As Sid rides out his orgasm, his arse clenches convulsively around Sheldon’s cock and all it takes is a few moments to get him shooting his load into that velvety warmth.
Sheldon doesn’t know if he makes any sounds. All he’s aware of is Sid pulling him tight into an embrace and burying his head into his shoulder. The feel of his body in his arms is all he cares about at that point, especially when Sid mumbles a thank you and clings on to him for as long as he possibly can.
V
After that emotional interlude it’s up to Sheldon to get them cleaned up and organised for the next day. One weary glance at the alarm tells them they have at the most, five hours to sleep and get ready. Sid’s got it easy. He just has to show up and look pretty. Sheldon teases him about that and gets a spray of hot water in the face when they’re in the shower together. He lets it go instead of retaliating and continues the task of getting both of them clean. Sid’s too tired and his injury is acting up, making Sheldon feel less like a lover and more like a brother.
Once both of them are clean, Sheldon gets himself dried off and is picking up his clothes from his impromptu striptease by the couch. He leaves Sid behind in the bathroom and is putting his boxer-briefs on when he senses Sid’s presence behind him. Finishing his task, he stands still and is surprised when he is spun around and engulfed in an extremely tight embrace.
“Don’t leave. Not yet,” Sid murmurs.
“Why?” Sheldon asks, not quite leaning into the embrace as he asks the question.
“Do you want it to end? Do you want to be alone when you put on your mask and face them again? Can you be that strong? I know that I’m not,” Sid whispers back, tightening the death-hold that he has on Sheldon.
Sheldon doesn’t give him an answer right away as he thinks about the questions. He left his hotel room exactly because of that reason. He doesn’t want to be alone. If he was sure that he was could tolerate it he would have stayed in his room, but he knows that it isn’t possible. If he leaves at that exact moment he will be lying to himself and to Sid in such an irrevocable way that it will make their night meaningless and cheap.
“No. I’ll stay. As long as I can, I’ll stay,” he whispers as he turns around and really embraces Sidney back, making the embrace tight enough to convey his meaning without words.
“That’s all I want,” Sid murmurs to him before Sheldon dips his head and captures Sid’s lips with his own.
They stay that way for a few minutes before they head back to the bed and settle in for the last few hours that they have left with each other. Sid cries a bit. Sheldon doesn’t mention it. He simply holds Sid tight and helps him ride the wave of emotion through. It’s probably all he can do, considering the way that the poor kid’s life is. So he kisses him and ignores the cramp in his arm and the way that the left side of his body goes numb so that Sid can have that stolen moment of control and love before reality calls them back to their respective places and tears them apart.
Sheldon tries to stay awake for as long as he can, but eventually sleep claims him. Although it is welcome, he still resents the hours that he has to sleep and not spend with Sid. He understands now what that crazy girlfriend of his used to feel when she was with him. The love, the dissidence, the want and the need...all of it rolled into emotions that he can’t even begin to decipher or explain.
Sid’s got a part of him now, whether he wants to admit it or not. And he’s got a part of Sid. He doesn’t know what’s going to come next, but he knows that they have that one time, one stolen scene and they will carry it with each other always. He’s not sure how he feels about that sharing just yet. Maybe he will hate it in time to come. Maybe he will love it. Maybe Sid will hate him. Or maybe he will be Sid’s hero. He’s not sure. All he knows is that he’s been eviscerated by loneliness and desire and he’s not sure how he’s going to face tomorrow with that knowledge in his heart.
They get the wake-up call and the morning starts slow and tentative. Sheldon’s got a full day in front of him and Sidney’s got lots of press to face. Sheldon prods him, asks him if everything will really be okay with him and Sidney replies that it will be. Sheldon accepts the reply, but yet he knows that it’s not the whole truth. Still, he lets it go as they eat the room-service breakfast before he goes back to his own room and his own world. Sid kisses him on the lips and Sheldon is touched. It’s a nice reminder and he doesn’t brush it off like he normally would. He’s tempted to deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t. He’s running late and he needs to get back to pretending that his life is just the way it always has been.
The day goes on like he expects it to. For once, he’s grateful that he can blend in the background. Even Ovechkin looks tired by the time it’s all done. Sure, it’s wonderful to be in the spotlight, but it also blows when you can’t have a minute to yourself. He gives Ovechkin a friendly wave and the kid waves back, his mouth curving in a smile, but his eyes darken in acknowledgement of the shared burden they all face.
Sheldon knows that he just has to toe the line, so he keeps quiet and plays the game as best as he can. With his outsider status imprinted on his face so clearly, he simply wants to play and go home to the things that are important to him. He plays their game and plays it well. That’s all.
He’s sure he’s succeeded until he hears the knock on the door on Sunday night. He opens the door and finds Sid standing there, his eyes speaking the volumes of emotion that his mouth simply won’t. Sheldon doesn’t even stop to think about it. He just opens the door wider to let him in.
End.