In the darkness of the bedroom with the lights turned off and the window shades pulled closed, Sidney can pretend that this is isn’t so wrong. That the lean form fixated between his legs isn’t a male younger by two years, just barely legal; that he doesn’t know him, that he’s just another face, just another set of hands and lips. Just a
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Hee, despite my tendency to have a love/hate attitude for Sid...I can't imaging that being under the microscope of over a million NHL fans every single day can be completely painless. Poor boy.
*G* first and foremost, the idea of them like this, grinding against each other, Sid working his fingers inside Jordan...dear fucking LORD, that's hot.
*snickergiggle* Yay for unconventional porny scenes! ^_^
I seriously love this line. It's almost...whimsical. Very much poetic, lyrical, the way it flows. Love :D
Hehe, why thank you! I'm quite glad you liked it. ^-^
I love the way you tied this to the beginning, coming back to the fame and all of that. Wonderful.
*bursts out laughing* You know what that is? That's too much essay writing, right there. A concluding, tie-in end to a story... *dies*
SO.GOOD. It took me a good 90 seconds to be able to even begin a reply, I was too busy squeeing and marveling. This is fantastic.
Fwee, I'm so happy you liked it so much! ^-^ *snuggles* I luuuurve getting your feedback, lurve lurve. *snugglesmish*
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