Chapter 6:

Geno keeps giving Sidney stupid looks every time he can. Wether it's him just suggestively wagging his eyebrows or giving Sidney a bewildered look while they practice, it's there. It's funny at first, having an inside joke. Then when some people start to notice it gets.. awkward. Fast.

"Hey uh G, Sid. What is with all the.. faces?" Duper asks as soon as they enter the locker room after morning's practice.

Geno smiles at Sidney. "Why don't tell them Sid?"

Sidney narrows his eyes at this stupid Russian he calls his friend. "There isn't anything to tell."

"Does Sid have a new boyfriend?" Flower asks, leaning on Tanger's shoulder.

Sidney blushes instantly. "What.. I.. I haven't had one in a while."

"And Claude no boyfriend?" Geno looks way to amused.

"No. He's not, never has been and never will be." Sidney says defensively. "Why are you people so interested in my love life anyway?"

Kuni places a hand on Sidney's shoulder. "Because everyone here thought the only thing that got you off was hockey. We are. all very happy to see that isn't true." Kuni slaps him on the back. "Also if he breaks your heart we know who to beat up."

Brooks pokes Sidney's cheek for absolutely no reason (probably just because he's Brooks and that's what Brooks does). Sidney pushes past all of them and goes to his locker. Seriously, why do these guys care so much?

"Guys, I'm fine." Sidney sighs, sitting down to untie his skates.

James sits down next to Sidney. "Sid, we know you're. fine. We just.. want to know that no one is.. taking advantage of you just because you're.. you." James sighs. "What I'm saying is, whether these dumbasses say it out loud or not, we love you. And we just want to protect our greatest investment."

Great, now his eyes are watering. "Maybe you guys should be protecting me from your horrible play on the ice." James pretends to look offended as Sidney keeps insulting him. "But if we win tonight, -maybe- I'll believe you."

Geno kicks Sidney in the shin, giving him a very serious and dangerous look. "Then we meet boyfriend."

Sidney rolls his eyes, this guy is relentless on meeting someone that doesn't exist. "Yeah sure. Whatever."

Geno kicks him again, more like a tap. Before walking away, he mouths the word 'Sanja' and smirks at Sidney.

Why does he like the worst possible Russians in the world?

No one really says a word to him about it, or anything at all really. Must have decided that was enough chirping for one day. Then again, they -never- stop teasing (especially not him).

He purposefully undresses slowly, stopping after removing his pads to respond to the million texts from Alex.

It's actually only fifty-three (which is close to a million as far as Sidney's concerned). They mainly consists of Alex wanting to know all of his secrets, making dirty jokes, and some say something in Russian.

There's like ten pictures. Seven of them are just pictures of Alex doing something unintelligent while trying to look badass. It's actually quite hilarious because he's so confident. Then there are two of some. male strippers with the caption 'wanna join?'. Sidney shakes it off, Alex is annoying.

The last one is.. different. It's still Alex is just.. It's in a hotel room, the lights are off. He's sitting there, shirtless and emotionless. There is a caption underneath it, 'thinking of you.' Sidney doesn't get it at first. Then he sees it.

The tip of Alex's dick, his finger on the hole.. Sidney backs out of it quickly, heart beating furiously.

This sex thing is overrated.

He scrolls back down, looking to see if anyone had more interest in him than his Russian lunatic.

Sidney is surprised to see one.. from Taylor. He locks his phone. Dealing with his sister should be done in private. Not in the middle of a locker room while he procrastinates for no reason.

"Sid, up. Need shower." Geno says, flicking Sid's ear. "Sanja no like smelly Sid."

Sidney stands up, rubbing his ear. "Bitch."

He does end up taking his shower, the only other person in there is Pascal, who just smiles at him (while he stands there naked) and towels off. Sidney returns the smile and takes his own shower.

Everyone is basically gone by the time he gets out. Well except Duper, who's parading around the place without clothes on.

He leans against Sidney's locker, satisfied look on his face."So.. like what you see?"

"Excuse me?" Sidney asks.

Pascal slaps him on the shoulder. "Just messing with you Sid. I know you like 'em Russian."

Pascal winks at Sidney before -skipping- away. Sidney shakes his head. Why couldn't he have been like.. given normal human beings for teammates?

As he carries his bag on his shoulder and walks out to his car, he wonders what it would be like on another team. What team would he even go to?

Obviously he would love nothing more than to stay in Pennsylvania. The Flyers are absolutely not an option. *sad face*

He wouldn't mind living in Chicago. Then he'd get to see Jonny and Kaner all the time!

But then that would mean he'd have to see Jonny and Kaner -all the time-. Not to mention that Jonny would force Sidney to room with him. (Who would be captain in that situation?)

He would move back to Canada, but none of the teams there are actually playing any good. So that's not an option.

Then he comes up with a brilliant idea that has his smiling as he texts Alex.

'what if I was drafted to the caps?'

He's still smiling and even laughing at himself a bit (honestly, he probably looks like one of these deranged, psychopathic lunatic/serial killer) as he gets in his Range Rover and drives (dangerously speeding, he's lucky he didn't run over someone's grandma or something) and gets home faster than usual.

Sidney isn't one for texting and driving (he is one for trying to crash his favorite car though). Once he's inside Alex calls him, Sidney picks it up and he's interrupted before he can even breathe.

"Why would say such thing? Are they talk about trading you? Agent want new team, more press coverage?" Alex's voice is harsh and takes Sidney by surprise.

"Uh no." Sidney replies.

Alex sighs. "Okay. Then why ask?"

"Well I was just thinking about how my teammates are a bunch of dick holes. So I was wondering what team I would go to if I was to go to another team." Sidney explains as he flicks on his bedroom light. "I eliminated my first choices then it came down to your team and I kinda thought it was funny."

Alex chuckles at him. It's barely audible, but it's. there. So it's a victory.

"So, what would you do?"

Alex stays silent, the sound of his breathing the only noise he makes. "Would fuck you every night."

Sidney grips onto the phone tightly as a blush creeps all over his face. "I was talking about playing together genius. Not... that."

Alex groans. "Life doesn't revolve around hockey Sid."

Bullshit. "Well then what does it revolve around, oh Great One."

He can hear the grin on Alex's face. "What you wearing?"

Stupid question. "Uh.. pants, shirt.. You know ... basic human clothes."

Alex groans, loudly. "I meant specifics sweetheart."

Sidney blushes (he's an idiot). "Well... those pants I wore.. that night. Um, this really cute shirt, it's black, I like never wear it but I was kind of running out of time this morning. Oh and-"

"How can you be sexy person like you yet uncreative?" Alex's voice is strained like he's struggling not to laugh or something.

"I can be.. seductive." Sidney defends himself.

And there is the laugh. "Prove it and I kid no more tonight."

Sidney rolls his shoulders, taking in a deep breath and lowers the volume of his voice to a whisper and the pitch a little lower than usual. "I wish I could be wearing you right now."

Alex takes in a sharp breath. "Oh really?"

"I've always.. adored how you play on the ice. Always so fast, so quick." Sidney smiles at himself. "Promise you'll go slow on me okay. I want it to.. last as long as possible. I want to be shaking before I go over the edge."

Alex moans. "Make it last into next year if that what takes."

(It's funny because the year started only a couple months ago.)

"I want to body check my dick into you. That alright?" Alex's voice waivers.

That actually sounds horrible and very, very painful and something Sidney never wants to experience. Ever. "Make sure you'll get suspended for it."

Alex moans again, this time much louder. "Sid, best boyfriend.. ever."

Sidney slowly sinks down to his bed, phone pressed to his ear. "B...B-boyfriend?"

"Yes?" He hears shuffling on the other end that has Sidney assuming Alex was laying down. "Do not.. consider us boyfriends?"

"Well.. we never technically.. talked about it." Sidney replies. "Geno said that you wanted to be.. or something like that. But we never officially talked about it."

"Zhenya talk to you about us?" Alex's voice raises slightly.

Sidney rolls his eyes, drama queen. "Well yeah. He's both of our friends and wanted to know we wouldn't hurt each other. So he kinda .. Y'know.. said things that showed you cared and.. stuff."

Sidney hears a loud thud and he grimaces. That would be kinda funny if he fell of something.

"Sorry. Dropped phone." Alex apologizes quickly. "Um.. that is good Zhenya say things um.. how about we Skype tomorrow talk about things in detail."

"Yeah sure."

Alex sighs. "So did you want to.. finish?"

"Well," Sidney drops his voice again. "Only if you want to."

Alex moans again, much softer and a little nervous.

They talk like that for another fifteen minutes. Sidney has no idea where any of that stuff came from. (And it's not like he -doesn't- know about sex. He went through school, had to endure sex ed. Not to mention he's a -guy- who has -guy- friends. It's really not that hard to figure out). After Alex.. masturbates or whatever, he seems a lot nicer, his voice soft and calm. It's really a surprising change from his usual cock, shit eating voice he's accustom to.

Sidney can get used to this. And he will.

And tomorrow morning, he can truly start. He can truly be him.

He prays that maybe Alex can do the same. Then again, his homeland won't find that as comforting as Canada will (or already does).

Notes:

This was meant to be funny and sexy (in ways only Sid can be). I'm sorry.