The Games We Play

James flung himself onto his bed face first, bouncing a little on the mattress even though the room itself felt like it was already moving. It didn’t help his weak stomach one bit.

Behind him, somewhere down the hall…or maybe it was in the adjacent bedroom…he thought he heard a girl.

“Ughhh.” Groaning, James flipped onto his back, blinking to keep the ceiling lights from hurting his eyes. Again, he heard a girl’s voice, but he also heard several other deeper voices. He lifted his head to see he was at least still in the same clothes he went out in. Someone had taken his flip flops off, though…or did he do it?

“Holy shit dude, get a fucking room!”

It was Beau, followed by loud laughter, which was getting closer to James’ bedroom. He tried to sit up on his elbows but the room spun too quickly, so he flopped back down.

”YEAAH!! SID!”

“Oh my god, Sunny - this is not happening.”

“You bet your ass it’s happening! And I want front row seats!”

James rubbed his face. “Hey, what the fuck’s going on out there?” His own voice sounded like it was down a long hallway.

The door flung open and Mike, Vitale, Sid, and Beau came in the room. More voices could be heard drifting up from the living room on the first floor. James blinked and cleared his vision, only to see Sid and some chick fall onto the bed beside him. The girl was giggling wildly, and so was Sid.

“He’s hammered, Nealer. Hammered.” Beau pulled Sid back up off the bed, but the girl pulled him back down.

James groaned again. “Can you take it somewhere else? Grooms only.”

“The GROOM” Sidney said drunkenly, “Can’t even get laid on his own bachelor party!”

“Shut up, Crosby.”

Sid giggled in that very Sid-like way. “Come on, Chelse.” He waved one of his large hands haphazardly at her. “I got my own room.”

“No you don’t, you tool” Beau said, dragging him out of the room.

“Don’t worry – I don’t think Geno’s gonna mind sleeping on the couch” Vitale said as he followed them out of the room.

Mike jumped on the bed, laughing in his own drunken stupor, pushing James to move over even though it was a California King sized bed and only James was in it.

“Hey party pooper.”

James glared at him. “Who, me?”

“Yeah you, dumbass. Are you having fun?”

Mike’s voice was so loud, James thought his ear drums were about to blow. “Fuck yeah I am, I just need to lay down for a sec…”

“I can’t BELIEVE you turned down that girl” Mike told him with a shake of his head. “My brother’s all grown up.”

James shoved Mike away from him, one hand staying on his throbbing temple. “She was a bitch, anyway.”

“Why? Because she was willing to do anything to you!?” He started to laugh and James ignored him. He couldn’t even remember what the girl looked like that he was talking about.

“Where were we when she approached us, again?”

“Flamingo. You puked in the bathroom.”

James looked up in shock. “I did!?”

“Yeah. And she STILL wanted to suck your cock. Not to mention her tits were phenomenal. You could’ve—“

“—Just shut up, Mike. I don’t care about some random chick’s tits. I don’t care about any of that.” He was raising his voice, which caused it to echo inside his hurting head.

Mike stared at him, his sharp gaze easing up slightly as his smirk grew. “No way.”

Lifting his eyes, James looked at him with question.

“Not only is my brother all grown up,” Mike said, getting off the bed. “But he’s actually in love.”

James laughed. “Get out of here Mike.” When he watched his brother turn to go back out into the commotion, he stopped him. “Hey, wait.”

Mike turned around, leaning an arm on the door. “Yeah?”

“Where’s my phone?”

“Rob’s still got it.”

James extended a hand. “Can I have it back?”

“Nope. Sorry.”

Mike left and shut the door behind him.

* * *

Down the hallway, Sid had his hand buried in Cathy’s hair. No…Chelsea. Right? Chelsea?

“Mmmmm.” She hummed over his dick; her green eyes seemed to glow in the dim light in the room. Only the city light streamed in through the window; the curtain left open simply because it was the top floor of a massive hotel and absolutely no one could see in.

“Keep doing that” Sid ordered, leaning back further in the chair. Chelsea was on her knees in front of him, working his dick like she’d done it her entire life. Maybe she had.

“Anything you want.” Her eyes flicked up at him and she took his length into her mouth.

Sid’s head was spinning, and it wasn’t from the alcohol in his system. He was positive it was because all source of bloodflow was gathered in one very alert spot on his body. He felt amazing. It was his one week between the regular season and the playoffs, when all fun was on pause until he raised the Cup for a second time in his life…or so he hoped.

The thought made him moan, but only Chelsea thought it was because of her.

“You like that, Sidney?”

“Yeah, don’t stop.” He pushed her head back down onto his dick, feeling the warmth of her mouth envelope him.

There was a pounding on the door, then a jiggle of the handle. Chelsea stopped and lifted her mouth away from Sid, looking towards the door.

“What should we do?” she whispered.

“You should probably keep your mouth on my dick.” He smiled, realizing that sounded a little harsh. “Sorry.” With his hand, he wiped away strands of hair that had fallen over her pretty face. She smiled up at him.

“Frisky” she purred. “I like that…”

The pounding continued on the door, and Sid was starting to lose his temper a little. Chelsea glanced at the door, then at Sid, but then again at the door as the door handle was tried again.

“Crosby!”

James. Fuck. “Y-ye…” He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

“What the fuck are you doing!? Where’s my phone?”

Sid looked down at Chelsea and sighed. “Hang on.” He stood and jerked his dark jeans up to his waist, stuffing his hard on unwillingly back into his boxers beneath. Not bothering with the belt or the zipper, he went towards the door. Before he opened it, he pointed for Chelsea to get on the bed. She bit her lip excitedly, then leapt onto the bed and lay on her back, waiting.

Ruffling his dark curls, Sid opened the door and leaned against the frame, keeping the view limited. “Yeah, what is it?”

James stared at him. His eye lowered to Sid’s unbuttoned pants, then back up again. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, whoa. What do you want.”

James was pleasantly stunned by his oh-so-serious captain. “She any good, dude? Or—“

“—If you’re looking for your phone, Borts has it.”

“I know, but can I have yours?”

Sid rolled his head, stretching his neck a little. “Fine, yeah, let me get it.”

“I owe you, I owe you, I owe—“

“Just hang on, Nealer.” Sid left the door ajar, not caring if James saw anything as he went to find his cell. He knew he’d tossed it on the floor somewhere when he and Chelsea backed into the room and he’d thrown her on the bed. Now he couldn’t find it for the life of him, but he was very distracted. Chelsea’s slim figure, perfectly toned legs, and her blonde hair tossed out across the dark pillows were calling him.

James invited himself into the smaller room, still huge compared to most homes, but smaller than his. He saw the chick on the bed, her eyes on Sid, her hands playing between her legs.

“You brought HER back?”

Sid wheeled around. “Yeah, why? And her name is Chelsea.”

“Right, whatever.” James remembered nothing other than she was a cute little package of fun. He was happy for Sid, because she looked twice as cute and twice as fun spread out on his bed like she was.

“I don’t know where it is” Sid replied, ending his half-assed search. “Go ask one of the other guys; they’re so drunk they’ll just hand it over.”

“Fine.” James turned to leave and Sid followed, making sure he actually left.

“Good luck in there” James told him, giving his signature grin. “And make sure you pull her hair. Chicks really—“

Sid slammed the door.

* * *

James wandered carefully down the winding staircase, cursing whatever engineer thought it was a great idea to put such an obstacle in a hotel suite in a town that promoted drunkenness.

“WELL WELL.” Sutter stood, lifting his glass of beer. “If it isn’t Smooth Talker himself!”

“Smooth talker!?!” James asked, coming over to the couch. He noticed two other girls over by the kitchen area. He squinted, trying to make out their faces.

“You no remember?” Geno asked him. He was already in a fit of laughter with Sutter and Vitale. “You tell tall girl to go suck Sutsy’s dick for drink!”

James noticed three empty shot glasses on the table. He also noticed a bottle of Grey Goose on the counter over by where the girls were. Again, he tried to see if he remembered any of them from their night out.

“Who are they?”

The three sitting there glanced over to see who James was referring to.

“Oh, the girls?” Sutter asked. “Well one’s your brother’s chick…”

“WHO?” James shot up out of his seat. “Jill?”

One of the chicks looked over. “Hey there, stud! Looking good for someone who’s already puked twice!”

James was confused as all hell. Where was Mike, anyway? He looked around and then up at the balcony. Nothing.

“Sit down and relax” Vitale said, holding a glass up to James. “Here, drink this. It’ll help.”

Laughing, James pushed the glass away. “Fuck that, I can’t see straight and I gotta get back up that damn staircase. The last thing I need is another drink.”

“Drink.” Vitale handed him the glass again, insisting.

James wasn’t in the mood to argue. “So when did Jill get here? I feel like I missed a lot of the night.”

“Black out” Geno said, leaning back on the couch.

“Her flight was delayed out of Toronto” Sutter replied. “She took a cab down to the Strip and met us.”

“How did I miss all this?” James stared into the amber colored liquid in his glass, trying to trace back to when he supposedly ‘blacked out’, but he didn’t believe it. Shit was fuzzy, but he remembered it, and he didn’t remember picking up Jill at any time.

Just then, Mike appeared from down the hall, zipping his fly and doing his belt. “Hey! Look who decided to join us finally?” His grin taunted James the minute their eyes met, but it was a good natured taunt; a brotherly taunt.

“Listen up douchebag, and listen closely” James said, standing up. “You get to have your slam-piece here? In Vegas? ON A GUYS WEEKEND? And you have the nerve to take my phone away from me?”

“I’M not getting married” Mike said, his hand running through his longer hair. “So…..sorry, bro.”

James’ head was pounding. He’d figure this out and deal with it in the morning. Everything could wait ‘til morning at this point. He handed Geno the drink and headed for the staircase.

“Where ya going?” Vitale shouted.

“I need sleep if I’m gonna make it another night in this town.” James focused carefully, one step at a time, not looking anywhere but forward.

”He’s an old man already and he’s not even married yet!”

More laughter rose up from the living room, but James didn’t care. It was all part of the purpose of this weekend and he knew it.

When he made it to the top of the stairs without falling over, he silently congratulated himself. Down the lengthy hallway he went, never wanting a bed more than he did at that moment. Before he got there, James thought he heard something coming from the common bathroom where the hot tub was.

James took a few steps closer and pressed his ear to the heavy wooden door. He heard a deep voice making weird grunting noises and a female voice matching with soft moans.

“Holy shit, that’s Sid” James said under his breath. His eyebrows rose and his mouth opened in shock, and he had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. He listened for maybe ten seconds more, which was ten seconds too much, and hurried the rest of the distance to the master bedroom.

He closed the door and leaned his forehead against it. I may be drunk, but I’m not drunk enough to listen to Crosby fuck someone. Steadying himself, James shuffled over to the bed, stripped down to absolutely nothing, and climbed into bed. He was asleep in twenty seconds flat.

* * *

Sid hammered his body against Chelsea’s, his mind slowly disconnecting with every thrust as he lost himself in the moment. In front of him, the blonde rode his dick hard, her hips keeping rhythm as he drove himself hard thrust upwards into her. The water around them sloshed with their movement, adding to the slick feeling of Chelsea’s pussy as it clenched at Sid’s cock.

Chelsea’s moans were tiny and methodical, breathy and polite. It was nothing Sid wanted, but everything Sid needed. He needed to completely lose himself. All the restraint he kept about him, all the discepline of his day-to-day life…he needed to let go of it all. It was his chance to clear all other distractions, so that the following weeks of his life were as focused as ever.

He put all of this need into every move of his hips, wishing that Chelsea would let go as much as he wanted her to.

Reaching up, Sid held one side of Chelsea’s face, his other hand wrapped around her back, holding her still as he drilled into her.

“Let go for me” he said, his voice even deeper as lust completely took over.

“What?” Chelsea’s eyes struggled to focus on Sid’s as he fucked her. She looked down into his dark eyes, wide and full and focused solely on her and her alone.

“Scream. Moan. Let go.” He released the hold he had on her face and his hands gripped both sides of her waist. His large hands made her small waist look even smaller, even as his fingers dug into her flawless skin, guiding her hips over his.

Chelsea couldn’t help but moan, because she had never been fucked like this in her life. Sid tossed her around like a rag doll, pummelling her core with a dick three sizes bigger than any man she’d been with, and a body that seemed like it was built for this sort of thing. She had no idea what Sidney did for a living, or how often he worked out, so she couldn’t imagine how one came to get a physique like he had.

“Let go, baby.”

Sid was growling, his hands gripping, his body held by the intense tightness of Chelsea’s body. He wanted more from her. Why won’t she fucking let go and get wild with me…. He liked sex rough, especially when he needed it. He could go slow, sure…and he loved a good connection….But he was in Vegas, one week from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and he wasn’t in the mood for slow.

“You’re so good…” Chelsea whimpered, barely hanging on as Sid drove his dick further into her. How can I let go when I can’t even focus?

Finally, he had to do it. In one solid movement, Sid lifted Chelsea with him as he stood up in the tub. Their bodies separated for only a brief moment so that Sid could spin her around, placing her upper body over the large stone ledge that surrounded the hot tub. Spreading her legs with his thighs from behind, Sid found the soft folds of Chelsea’s slit, and wasted no time nearly splitting her open as he entered her once again.

Chelsea felt nothing but pain and pleasure in that single moment. Who IS this guy!? she wondered, even as she felt the breadth of his large chest press her against the stone even hard than she already was beneath him.

Sid moved her wet hair to the side so he could bite at her neck. He locked on, feeling himself plunge deeper and deeper.I’ll open this girl up yet. I have to. I need to.

He reached forward, grabbing at her perfect rack, taking a nipple into his rough hands. That got a moan out of her. He sunk his cock as far as it could go, holding it there, pressing against her deepest spot as if to press the button that would help her release the moans he wanted.

Sid got what he wanted. Chelsea couldn’t take his size, she couldn’t handle his speed. It was like every hockey player of every team that played against Sid, only she didn’t know it. She didn’t know it was Sidney Crosby who was fucking her, she didn’t follow hockey. It was one of the reasons Sid had chosen her. He knew immediately that she didn’t know who he was. She was safe.

Too safe.

Sid realized with some disappointment that this wasn’t going to be the best fuck he ever had, and he’d likely forget it by the next morning, judging by how drunk he’d been and how forgettable Chelsea already was. No longer worrying about anyting other than finishing and getting the relesea he needed, he laid into Chelsea and grabbed her hair, pulling it to give himself more leverage. Neal didn’t invent this move, that asshole. He pulled harder, getting another moan out of Chelsea. This made Sid pump her harder.

”Fuck”. Sid closed his eyes, holding on to her hips, driving himself hard and fast, feeling Chelsea’s pussy begin to clench even harder as he took her.

Chelsea was merely hanging on for dear life. Her eyes were closed, but when they flew open as the feeling of Sid’s body completely enveloping her, all she saw were massive arms on either side of her head. All she could do was stare forward at the wall.

“So good…” Sid closed his eyes and focused on the sensations only. “…you’re so good, Ali…”

Chelsea blinked. “Huh?”

Sid didn’t even realize what he’d said. He was too focused on the intense pressure building below his waist. With a final grunt, he sunk his fingers into Chelsea’s blonde hair and pulled, snapping her head back a little as he buried himself a final time inside her. He exhaled heavily, the water around their bodies coming to a rest as Sid released the last of himself. Only the sound of their breathing was heard.

Trying to lift herself off the stone ledge a little, Sid allowed Chelsea the room she needed, but kept himself inside her.

“Who’s Ali?”

Sid licked his lips and wiped his forehead. “What?”

“Who’s Ali?” Chelsea lifted herself off him and spun to face him. “You called me Ali.”

Sid blinked. Oh shit no. Please no. Please.

Chelsea smiled. “It’s okay though, baby. Best fuck ever” she said to him, running her hands up his wet chest. ”Ever.”

Sid smiled, but he was faking it.

* * *

When the dust settled and everyone had passed out somewhere in the suite, it wasn’t until noon when most of the guys started to wake up.

James was one of the earlier ones.

He sat up in bed, already feeling the effects of the night before. Because he’d fell asleep in a drunken stupor, the blinds hadn’t been drawn when it was dark, so when James opened his eyes, the light stung and made his migraine even worse.

“Ugh…fuck you, sun.”

Rolling over, James stretched his long limbs out in the huge bed. The sheets felt like some sort of silk, even though he knew they weren’t, but damn did it feel good. He could’ve stay in bed all day and never once felt bad about not going out. His ears rang with the loudness of the music from the night before and his head felt like he was under water, but at least his stomach wasn’t queasy anymore.

James pressed his face into the pillow, trying to piece together the night’s most random events. It hurt his brain to even think, so he merely lay there, enjoying the sensation of his naked body against the amazing sheets.

Down the hall, it was much of the same: Bortuzzo and Bennett somehow made it to their respective sides of their bedroom. Neither of them were awake, and both were snoring loudly.

Vitale and Sutter’s room was a similar scene, but Vitale was up and about already. He was the first to discover that Geno had passed out on the spacious couch in front of the tv, which was still on and playing ESPN rather loudly.

And Sid, who claimed his and Geno’s room to himself, woke up next to the naked body of Chelsea. When he sat up and blinked away the sleep from his eyes, he looked over and saw blonde hair splayed messily over a pillow. It was the girl he’d picked up somewhere last night, but he couldn’t remember where. He wasn’t even sure of her last name.

Groaning, Sid got up and slid some boxers on, which he grabbed off the floor in the pile where he’d tossed the rest of his clothes. Nearby were Chelsea’s clothes, further evidence that he may have gone a bit overboard than he should have.

From her spot on the bed, Chelsea stirred a little, her green eyes staring up at Sid when she awoke. “Morning baby.”

Baby? Internally, Sid swore at himself for allowing any of what he was seeing to have gone on in the first place.

“Morning, Chelsea.”

She smiled, seemingly pleased he remembered her name. “Come back.” Her hand patted the spot next to her in the large bed.

Sid debated it. He thought he heard voices coming from downstairs, or maybe it was the tv, he couldn’t really tell. He wanted to be down with the guys, not here with the girl. She was nice enough, but when Sid looked at her, he felt guilt knocking at the door.

He split the difference, and merely sat on the edge of the bed. He wouldn’t lay down. Maybe she’d take the hint.

“Thanks for last night” he said, giving her a smile.

“Thank you.”

Her green eyes were as smiley as her mouth was, and Sid couldn’t figure it out. Maybe he too hungover to care.

Sid felt Chelsea’s hand slide over his. “You are literally in my top ten best fucks ever, by the way.”

He laughed, feeling his cheeks flush. “Well thanks.”

“Except when you called me someone else, but it’s okay.”

Sid’s eyes widened. “Fuck, that’s right.” He turned and faced her a little more on the bed. “I’m really, really sorry about that.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not a big deal.

“Can you promise me something?” Sid squeezed her hand now, to emphasize his need for her to listen. “Can you promise me you won’t tell anyone in this place about that? No joking around, nothing. Promise?”

Chelsea laughed. “Sure thing.”

Sid breathed a sigh of relief.

* * *

Notes

Merry Christmas to all James and Ali lovers out there! I adore you all!