I wonder what Paula would say about my evening with Mac. Even in the cold light of day, I can't regret having sex with Mac even if I had less finesse than I would prefer. I took her against a tree for fuck sakes. It was hot though, really fucking hot, and I woke this morning with a raging hard on thinking back on our outdoor adventures.

This morning we have practice and then some free time. The girls are playing tonight and most of us are going to watch. This afternoon I'm hoping to do some sight-seeing and hopefully watch some of the speed skating. Maybe Mac would like to go.

"Sid, heads up" Kuni yells as he throws my credentials to me. We're rooming together with four other guys.

"Thanks" I reply while I put the badges around my neck. We need to wear these everywhere to get into the buildings.

A few of us head to Canada House for breakfast. Mac told me that they're making Quebec pancakes, which are more like crepes, with real Canadian maple syrup. It takes a few minutes at the door for the volunteers to scan our badges and process us through. Getzlaf has everyone laughing as usual.

Canada House is smaller than the one in Vancouver which makes sense. We're not hosting these games. It only takes a few minutes before other athletes approach us and we take pictures and sign autographs. It always feels odd to me. I'm an athlete just like them. We all work our whole lives to be at the top of our sport. It doesn't seem fair that I'm able to make all this money and these guys have to fight for every penny just to be able to train.

We finally make it to the dining room and immediately see some of the girl's team. My eyes continue to scan the tables until I find her. Mac looks up at the same time as I see her and she gives me a huge smile. As I walk to her, Mac shifts and pulls up a chair beside her.

"Hey Sid, how did you sleep?" she asks.

"I don't think I've ever slept in a dorm with five other guys in my life and Kuni snores, loud" I tell her.

"He kept you up?"

"Nah, once I'm asleep, I don't usually wake up. Where are you staying?" I never asked her last night. I wonder if she has her own room.

"I'm with the other coaches. We aren't six to a room but its close. Everything is dormitory style."

I'm immediately disappointed. Mac notices.

"What?" she asks.

I see that no one is paying attention to us but I lower my voice anyway.

"I was just hoping that you might have your own room" I tell her.

She doesn't catch on right away.

"Your own room, with no one else" I say. She still doesn't get it. "No one there. Your own room with your own bed."

Now she gets it and I watch her turn red. It's cute how embarrassed she is right now. I reach under the table and take her hand in mine and then lay it on my thigh. For a moment it feels like she's going to pull away but she doesn't. My breakfast comes and I dig in, famished, and Mac keeps her hand on my thigh. I didn't think this all the way through and I can feel my body react to her hand touching me. Shit.

I glance over at Mac and she appears to be completely engrossed in the conversation around us. The only thing that belies her interest is when her hand begins to move up and down my thing. When it moves up, it comes dangerously close to my dick. Shit. How can she look like nothing is happening? As hungry as I am, I need to take a deep breath and pray I don't embarrass myself before I can continue eating. I almost choke on my orange juice when her hand slides over my thing and between my legs. Yeah, I really didn't think this through.

The girls stand and say that they have to get to practice. Mac has to go with them of course but, before she stands, she's leaves a parting shot by actually passing her hand over my dick, staying there for an aching few moments and then stands.

When she turns, she leans down and whispers "are you going to watch practice?"

If anyone else heard it, they would wonder why she had to whisper the question. I clearly hear the subtext beneath the question. I'm so turned on right now that all I can do is nod. Mac smiles and walks away with the girls.

"Everything ok Sid?"

I turn to look at Kuni. The look on his face tells me he knows that something is going on if not exactly what. I'm not worried about it; Kuni is a good team mate, a good guy and a good friend.

"Yeah, all good" I respond and return to my breakfast like there's nothing more vital than eating everything on my plate.

As I eat I try to think about anything but Mac. There is no way that I could stand right now and not give away exactly what I'm feeling. Weber is telling a story about hazing one of the rookies this year and I put all of my focus on him. It does the trick and I'm able to stand when breakfast is over.

There are more pictures to take and autographs to sign before we can leave Canada House. We practice after the girls so most of us go directly to the practice arena. Our dressing room is set up so most of us change into warm up gear. I head out to the rink and look through the stands. Mac isn't there. More of the guys come out and sit in the stands to watch the girls. Instead of joining them, I go to the girl's locker room to see if I can find Mac. There are a couple of trainers, medicals and press liaisons but still no Mac.

I go down another corridor where I think there are offices and am startled when I'm pulled into one of the rooms. Its pitch black inside and I hear the door lock click. My back is flat against the door and pressed there by Mac's body. I don't even need to touch it to know it's her body. How did I come to know her body so quickly?

All thoughts leave my mind when, simultaneously, Mac's lips attack mine and her hand reaches down to rub me through my pants. It's my turn to try and keep up as her tongue slips through my lips and duels mine. Her hand strokes over my errection that is fully awake again. Her clever fingers stroke, squeeze, rub over and over. I know that I'm moaning with every move of her hand. Her lips leave mine and travel down my jaw and over my neck then back up again. When Mac takes my bottom lip between her teeth and nips I think I may just blow.

We continue to devourer each other in small and large greedy bites. With her hand open and her palm rubbing, Mac lifts her hand higher and higher until she reaches the waistband of my pants. With a quick move, her hand slips inside and she grabs me flesh to flesh. It takes all of my concentration to focus and not simply lose myself in the sensations. Part of me wishes the lights were on so that I could watch Mac's eyes darken with desire. The other part of me revels in how hot it is to be in the dark so that I can't see, I can only feel.

If I was surprised when Mac's hand became adventurous under the table at breakfast and then when she pulled me into this room, I become shocked by what happens next. Mac slides down my body and pulls my pants with her. I feel her hand encircle me at the base and her lips take my tip into her mouth. I know I groan now at her hot, wet mouth. She runs her tongue around and around the tip and then takes me deep into her mouth. Fuck! What is she trying to do to me? I can't seem to really care as sensation after sensation rushes over me. I feel the sweat break out over my whole body and my dick gets so hard I think it might explode.

That's when Mac begins to move and takes me deep into her mouth and then out, back in and out, back in and out. I think my hand is in her hair and fingers digging into her scalp but I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything except the sensations of Mac's lips and tongue. I know I won't last much longer. Mac must know too because she quickens her pace. I hear my head bang on the door when I throw my head back but I don't feel it. I can only feel Mac's lips and tongue and then I feel everything.

I think I groan again as I cum. I think that Mac is stroking me slowly with her hand and her tongue laps at me lightly. I don't know for sure because I can barely think now.

When I can finally focus, Mac is standing in front of me again and she's pulled up my pants with her. I shift and make sure everything is back in place before I pull Mac against me.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" I ask.

"I thought you might need a little release after our fun at breakfast."

Now I chuckle. "Oh, you had altruistic motives huh?"

"Well, not completely. It's never a hardship to touch you, if you must know the truth."

I chuckle again. "Feel free, anytime."

I can feel that her hair is dishevelled from my hands so I pull it completely out of the elastic. I love it when her hair is down and I can wind it around with my hand. Doing so, I pull her head back so I have easy access to her lips. I kiss her slowly but deeply getting lost in sensation again. God, this woman!

Mac puts her hands on my chest and pulls away.

"I have to go Sid. The girls will be off the ice soon and I have meetings."

Seriously, she has to go, now?

"Do you have to?" I ask and feel like a bereft child.

"Yeah. What are you doing this afternoon, after your practice?"

"Some of us were going to watch speed skating. Would you come with us?" I ask.

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you after your practice."

Mac leans back in and gives me a soft kiss before pushing me to the side and leaving the room. All I'm left thinking is 'wow'.


Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. That's all I keep thinking as I duck into a washroom. Did I really just do that, with Sid, at the Olympics? What am I doing? This isn't smart, definitely, but I can't help it. If this is the only way that I can have him then I guess I'll take it and figure out the consequences later. I tamp down the voices in my head trying to convince me to be smart but I'm tired of trying to be smart. I'm tired of trying to stay away from Sid, tired of trying to convince myself that I can do this without losing myself. Consequences be damned, and maybe I'll be damned too, but I don't care.

Once I've splashed some water on my face and put my hair back up, I take a critical look at myself in the mirror. Even with all of the doubts and fear I'm feeling, I'm still happy. This, whatever it is, with Sid is making me happy for the first time in a very long time. Isn't it worth whatever the eventual result?

I leave the bathroom without being able to answer the question and go into my first of many meetings. Some of the girls in their first Olympics are still trying to manage the 'world stage' while trying to keep things simple. It's a hard thing to do so I'm having regular touch points with them. I'm still worried about Haley too. She isn't the captain at this Olympics and I know that it's affecting her; not how she's playing but how she's feeling which could eventually affect how she plays.

I've never played at the level she has and does but I do understand disappointment with the game we love. I also know better than to approach her. If Wicks needs to talk than she'll come to me. If not, trying to force it won't work for her.

After all of my meetings are done and the coaches and players begin to leave the arena, I head to the change room. I brought some clothes to change into for the afternoon. I keep on the Team Canada shirt and jacket but add my jeans instead of the warm up pants. After changing, I study my reflection in the mirror. I can't help but wonder what Sid thinks of how I look. He must like it to some extent since he can't keep his hands off of me. I make an impulsive decision to leave my hair down and let it dry curly. Sid seemed to like that last time.

Oh God, am I really dressing to please him? What the hell?

After putting my things in the coach's office, I grab my credentials and head to the hall outside the guy's locker room. I find Jonathon Toews just like yesterday.

"Hey Mac, the team looks good" he says.

"Yeah, they do. How about you guys?"

"I'm glad that we practiced yesterday. Today we were able to focus on plays and prepare for the game tomorrow. Part of me wishes that we had a game today but I'm also glad that we have another day of practice before our first game."

We talk more about the schedule and upcoming games. Jonny is a lot of fun. He usually seems so stoic and serious but he has a great sense of humour if you tickle it out of him. He's really very sweet too.

We're laughing so much that I don't even notice Sid come up to us until he's right there.

"Hey Sid. You coming with us to the dome?" Jon asks him.

"We'll meet you guys there" Sid tells him, takes my arm and drags me down the hall.

I wait until we're around the corner before I pull my arm out of Sid's grasp.

"What the hell Sid?"

He looks pissed and I have no idea what I did. After a few minutes of staring at each other, Sid lets out a deep breath and the anger leaves him.

"I'm sorry" he tells me.

"Ok, but what was that about?"

He looks embarrassed and doesn't answer me right away.

Finally he says "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

It hits me what this might be; Sid's jealous. Interesting.

"That's ok Sid. Let's get some lunch" I tell him.

Sid smiles and we walk down the corridor together.

"How is the team coming together?" I ask him.

"It's taking some time to get Babcock's process but it's started to feel good. Price is going to be unstoppable."

"That's great" I say. "Have you talked to Lizzy? How is she doing?"

"She's great but doesn't like that I'm gone of course."

"It will get better Sid. She's so young now that she doesn't really understand everything. She gets some of it but not all. As she gets older, she'll understand more and be so proud of you."

Sid takes my hand and kisses it.

"Thanks Mac. That's exactly what I needed to know. How do you always know the right thing to say?"

'Because I know you inside and out' goes through my head but instead I say "it's not hard Sid. She loves you so much and you're a great dad. Anyone can see that."

Sid smiles again and we continue to walk holding hands through the underground talking about nothing really. Sid tells me about the dorms. Most of the Canadian athletes are in a couple of buildings beside each other. The weather is so great that they've taken all of the chairs in the dorms and brought them outside to the lawn. I can tell that Sid loves the Olympics. Although even some athletes want autographs and pictures with the NHL players, and Sid in particular, they eventually forget who the guys are and treat them like any athlete. Sid doesn't get that often. Sometimes it happens around the NHL guys but they still treat Sid a little differently.

When we leave the tunnels, Sid and I drop hands. There are athletes, volunteers and others everywhere. Neither of us wants to even talk about what's going on with us never mind having a picture taken.

Sid looks at his phone and says "the guys are at the cafeteria and want to know if we're joining them."

He looks at me questioning. I'd love to be alone with Sid but we need to eat and want to go to the speed skating.

"Great, let's go."

We take the same path as we did last night. When we walk by the area where we had sex last night, we look at each other at the exact same time. We hold each other's glance for a few seconds before we both break out in laughter. The people walking by give us some strange looks. I guess seeing two people laughing like idiots is weird. I was concerned that this would be awkward, either last night or this morning, but we both seem to be doing exactly what we agreed; no psycho-analyzing and no over thinking.

When we finally stop, we continue walking down the path.

"Since we are both sleeping with many others, it looks like the forest and empty trainer rooms is all that's in our future" Sid says.

"We'll need to do better than a tree, no matter how hot it was, because I have the mother of all bruises on my shoulder."

Sid stops by grabbing my arm. When I turn to him, he's pulling my jacket and shirt off of my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I want to see how bad you're hurt."

It's just like him to be worried but I'm fine. I pull my jacket back up and step back from him.

"Sid, I'm fine, really. I would just like to find a way to try a bed next time" I tell him.

We start walking down the path again.

"Next time, huh?" Sid says.

I think he's teasing but his tone is so dry.

"Don't you want there to be a next time?" I ask.

Sid stops so I do too and turn to look at him. He reaches up and gently cups my cheek.

"Sid!" I admonish him. "Someone could see."

"Right now I don't care" he tells me. "Mac, I don't know what's happening here and I desperately don't want to think about it too much or else my head might explode. But I don't want you to think for a moment that I'm just using you to scratch an itch."

Where the hell did that come from? Looking into Sid's eyes I'm reminded how fragile he is in so many ways. Trying to reassure him, I turn my face into his palm and kiss it.

"I know that Sid, truly."

His eyes drill into mine searching. He must find what the wants to see because he drops his hand and smiles at me.

"Good. Now, about finding that bed" he begins.

I punch his shoulder and we keep walking. I'm left confused. I know that these two weeks aren't going to change anything. Sid still isn't over losing Cat. He's not ready, and who knows when he might be if ever, for a relationship. And I'm, well, I don't want to look too closely at what I am. I'm going to enjoy and cherish every moment that I have with Sid here. I'll deal with the fall out later.

Before we enter the cafeteria, Sid pulls me aside.

In a lowered voice, he says "after the game tonight, let's try to find some time alone. Maybe even find a bed. I owe you anyway."

What does he mean that he owes me?

He notices that I'm confused and says "after this morning in the trainer's room."

Ah, that's what he means. We'll definitely need to find time to be alone so that I can collect on that promise.