Chapter 12:
They spend a few days lounging around Alex's house. Trading sloppy kisses while talking about basically nothing.
It's around two when Alex gets a phone call that makes his face go fall and go outside in such a hurry that Sister doesn't have any time to ask who it is.
He comes back in half an hour later, mouth in a thin line and his brows knitted together.
"Who was that?" Sid asks.
Alex takes his spot on the couch as close to Sid as possible, "Mother."
Sidney perks up, "Great, what did she want?"
"Wanted to know when I come home." Alex replies.
Sidney licks his lips. He knew they were eventually going to have this talk, he just never wanted it to actually happen. "And what did you tell her?"
Alex's eyes follow the movement as he frowns, "That I not."
Sid's mouth drops open in surprise, "What? Why wouldn't you go?"
The look Ovie gives him is a clear indication that he has to be an idiot not to know why. "I never tell her about us. Also could never bring you over there. To risky."
"Then go without me." Sidney forces himself to say.
Alex grabs his hands, "Can't just leave you here by self!"
Sid rolls his eyes, "Alex, I'm not going to stay here. I'll fly back to Nova Scotia and .. check up on things."
Ovie opens his mouth to protest, but Sid puts his it to keep it close.
"Go spend time with your family. We'll call each other every day just to check up," Sid assures him, "We probably need a little time apart."
Alex nods, "Distance make heart .. grow fonder?"
Sidney just nods, curling up against the Russian to press their lips together. Alex hums into it, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's back to pull him into his lap.
Sid straddles him, fingers roaming through his already messy brown hair. Alex rubs large circles on his back, kissing him lazily until they need air.
They spend the next hour sitting like that, discussing their plans and how Alex needs to do this. And no Alex, you can't stuff Sid into your suitcase and pretend he's a blow up doll to sneak him past airport security and into your bedroom at home. Alex, you can absolutely not try and kidnap Sidney and force him to drive all the way to Canada while you sing ridiculous songs that will probably be in Russian.
"There is no way we're going to spend the whole summer in your house not doing anything." Sidney objects.
Alex mumbles something that sounds like the beginning of an arguement. Instead of trying to make out anything he says, he climbs off the Russian's lap. Finding his laptop on the table and starts making flight arrangements.
Ovie makes quiet, whimpering noises of protests, but other wise stays silent. Sid knows that he misses his family, whether or he not he admits it. Hell, he misses his own (former) family. At least Alex's wants to see him.
He really tries not to think about them. But there are those nights when Alex wanders off into another room to have a private conversation with his folks, that makes him want to call up his own. Sidney will never forget the way his mother would kiss his cheek to welcome him home after being gone even for just a minute. They way his dad would squeeze his shoulder approvingly after a good game, or the smile after a loss that spoke so many words of encouragment that Troy would never say out loud. Or the multiple times Taylor was an infant and would run up to Sidney as he came home from school to great him, or how even though she grew up she never stopped doing it.
Sidney really missses his family. It's evident how he would let his finger linger over the call button beside his mother's name. Even if it went to voicemail, it would be worth it just to hear her warm, loving voice. Or hear his sister's bitching about how she needs new goalie pads when she just got some last year. Or watch his father's eyes shine with approval at his children.
He'll never be able to experience that feeling again. And he'll be damned if he brings that pain and agony upon Alex as well.
"What you thinking?" Alex asks.
Sidney's head snaps up from the black computer screen to look up at Alex. "Hm?"
"You stare at screen for long time after buy ticket. Wonder what is on mind." Alex replies.
"Oh uh it's um," Sid studders, "nothing. It's nothing."
Alex rolls his eyes, kissing Sid's shoulder and letting his hand rest on the Canadian's inner thigh, pinkie rubbing against the clothed cock.
"You're a teenager." Sid rolls his eyes.
Alex gives him a shit eating amirk that he would normally hate, "You love me."
"If we go upstairs will you shut up?" Sid asks playfully.
"Only if I carry you." Alex says.
Sidney caves. Letting himself be carried like he weighs nothing, staring into those bright blue eyes like their isn't anything else in the world worth looking at (and he'd be perfectly content if there wasn't).
Alex lays him down gently. Sid's head resting on the extra cushiony pillows that he's forced to use (and totally loves).
The Russian takes off both their shirts, eyes gazing hungrily over Sid's pale chest as he slowly slips off the white sweatpants that he acquired for Alex's closet, tossing it onto the pile of clothes that already lay on the ground.
Ovie frenches Sidney, hands cupping the perfect curve of his ass. The Canadian arches his back, holding their bodies together. Alex pulls away, easing his back onto the bed.
"Relax." Alex whispers.
And Sidney does that (or at least tries to).
It gets really hard when Ovie starts mouthing his hard cock through his boxers. The mixture of saliva and precome causing a wet spot to form that makes him feel more than uncormfortable.
"Alex ... Alex, please." He pants.
Alex looks up at him with a proud smirk, slowly easing himself out of his own jeans and briefs, before taking off Sid's.
The Canadian concentrates on the look of Alex's hard dick, pleading with his eyes to hurry it up. Probably looking vulnerable and really stupid.
Him and Alex have traded blow jobs before. Amazing ones at that. Yet this time, and every time, Alex pins his hips down to the bed and takes the head in his mouth, it feels so different than all the other times that he's done it.
It makes him wonder if Alex feels the same. Sometimes, it really sucks to not know what's going on in the Russian's head. He really wants to be able to do some. crazy mind reading shit and just know what he's thinking when it's not evident on his face.
He might be scared to know what his boyfriend thinks at times. (Though it would really help the next time they play against each other.)
Alex always has a way of .. making Sid lose track of time. Especially in these moments. Where his fingers brush against the smaller man's balls, engulfing his dick fully, and just stare up at him with seemingly unblinking eyes. Usually these moments fly by, but today it goes by slow. Exhaling and inhaling becomes something he can't do as he receives air through short, rapid pants.
He's gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles turn white and they're going to end up with a hole, that or stretched beyond belief.
The Russian slips a finger into his ass and Sid yelps out his name, his body shuddering through his orgasm.
With a pleased smirk, Alex jacks himself off over Sid's chest. The Canadian strokes his balls, causing his hips to jerk as he comes, the come totally missing his body and spreading it self on the bedsheet next to him.
Alex chuckles at himself as he plops down next to his lover, pulling the smaller man into a comfortable and tight cuddling position.
"You know we can't just leave that there." Sidney points out, looking up at Alex through his eyelashes.
Something inside Alex must've melted, because his shoulders relax even more and now -he- looks vulnerable, "I know. Stay here for bit."
That's probably the best idea Sidney has ever heard because he -really- doesn't want to move, "Yeah, then we can start packing."
Alex presses a soft kiss to the scar on Sid's head, "Sleep."
Ovie reaches out, turning off the bedside lamp, rubbing large circles on Sid's back again.
Sidney breathes in time to the rise and fall of his boyfriend's chest. Allowing the gentle pace to sooth him.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, he doesn't have a nightmare.