Quick Flicks

The Penguins had just won against the Rangers, in a whirlwind 4-0 shutout. The goals had been scored by Sidney Crosby, you're best friend since high school, and the other three by Beau Bennett, in a crazy hat trick that sent the crowd into a frenzy. I had run down the locker room to meet Sid after the game, thankful he had been able to get me tickets tonight. The game was sold out, so even some of the players had to give up their reserved tickets.

You were wearing skinny jeans, riding boots, and your "Crosby" jersey, which Sid had bought you for your birthday a few months ago, replacing the old one you had worn for years. There were some family members you recognized waiting around, and you waved and said quick hellos while waiting at the end of the hall. Beau emerged from the locker room, freshly showered and sporting that signature smile, made even wider by his great game.

"Sunshine! Congrats on the hatty! You killed it out there!" You ran over and gave him a big hug, as he lifted you off of your feet before quickly setting you back down.

"Thanks Y/N!" You stood against the wall, as Beau stood inches in front of you. "Did you see my celly?" You giggled.

"Yes, of course. Very nice. I'd say, 9.5/10." Beau feigned offense and put his hand to his chest.

"Whoa, why not 10/10?" You shrugged and he started tickling you, moving in close as you laughed. You pushed him away, and he planted a kiss on your cheek and walked away. You turned your head back towards the locker room, noticing that Sid was standing right there. He looked irritated and stared forward, brushing by you.

"Let's go." You followed behind him, trying to catch up but not quite being able to match his long strides. He and you had planned to hang out after the game, since you both wanted to relax and hang out after not seeing each other for a week, him being away on games and you having a ton to do at work. Hopping up into the passenger seat, you buckled up as Sidney drove the fifteen minutes home, still in complete silence. You knew enough about Sid to know not to push it, so you didn't try to force a conversation.

Once you both pulled up to the house, he turned the car off and got out, slamming the door behind him. You shook your head in frustration and got out, chasing Sidney down. You managed to slide by him, wedging yourself between him and the doorway.

"Sid, what the hell?" He continued not looking at you, pretending to focus on the numbers on the door. "I know you can hear me, what the hell is going on?" He wiggled the door open and pushed by you. You shut the door and walked after him, reaching out to grab his arm. He shook you off, nearly knocking you over. When he saw you almost stumble, he turned around, still upset but willing to talk.

"You wanna get out of here? Go hang out with your boyfriend, huh? So sorry to interrupt earlier. You two looked like you were having a real good time." Your jaw dropped to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Beau is not my boyfriend. You should know that. We were just joking around!" He shook his head and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You two sure looked pretty close. I saw him kiss you."

"On the cheek! He kissed me on the cheek! We were just kidding around and I was congratulating him on his hat trick! The kiss, again ON THE CHEEK, was just him saying goodbye! He's just a kid!" You shook your head, arms crossed over your chest to mirror Sid. "What does it matter to you, anyway?" Sidney closed his eyes and moved his hands to rest on his hips, leaning his head back and taking a deep breath.

Before you knew what was happening he had walked over to you, pressing his lips against yours and holding your face in his hands. You pulled quickly, looking at him strangely.

"Sid, what the hell?!" He turned around and started pacing back and forth.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." He ran his hand through his hair, groaning. "This isn't how this was meant to happen." You shook your head, trying to figure out what was going on.

"What do you-" He grabbed your hands and dragged you to the couch pulling you onto his lap and turning you to face him.

"Look, Y/N. We've been best friends forever, right?" You nodded at the obvious statement. "I've loved that. You don't treat me like a professional hockey player or "Sid the Kid". You treat me like me. I love spending time with you and I don't want to ruin our friendship. I shouldn't have freaked out over you and Beau, but.... Dammit, Y/N." You gulped, seeing Sid's gaze intensify as he looked into your eyes. "I want to take you out on a date, and hold your hand. I want to continue being best friends, but I want more, too." You stayed quiet for a few moments, as Sidney continued to look at you, awaiting a response.

You turned to face him head-on, straddling his lap. Pressing your hands into his chest, you began kissing him again, him responding with as much passion as you. He pushed you away, breathing heavily.

"I don't want you to do this unless you want to. We can take things slow." You pressed your lips to his to silence him, leaning back again to speak.

"Let's hold hands and take things slow later. I want you now." You pressed your lips to his again, as he ran his hands down your back to rest on your ass. He pulled you against him, as you ground against his lap, where you could feel him hardening. He moved his lips to your neck, nipping and kissing at the most sensitive spots. When a moan escaped your mouth, you heard him groan, and he stood up, still holding you. He took a few steps and leaned you against the wall, holding you up with his strength.

He continued kissing your neck, running his hands under your shirt. You helped him pull it over your head, and he grabbed your breast in his hand, massaging it slowly as he trailed kisses across your collarbone. He stepped backwards, gripping you tightly and walking to his bedroom, which was thankfully around the corner. He placed you on his bed, standing to remove his shirt and undo his pants. You pulled off your shoes and unbuttoned your jeans, wriggling out of them quickly. Before you knew it, Sidney was back and top of you. His tight, black boxer briefs barely contained his raging hard-on. His eyes were dark and filled with lust as he began pressing kisses to you, moving from your lips, to your neck, to your ribs. You arched your back to allow him to undo your bra, tossing it across the room.

He continued kissing down your body, moving tortuously slow. When his lips pressed against the skin right above your thong, you arched your back again and moaned, unable to contain the pleasure that was spreading through your body. He looked up at you, a smirk spreading across his face. He slid your underwear down your body, and you kicked them to the ground. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged him back up towards you, smiling as he kissed you and ground into the most sensitive part of you. You slid your hands under his boxers, resting your hands on that famous ass, giggling as you squeezed it in your hands. He sat back on his knees, quickly removing his boxers and resuming his stance, leaning over your body.

You weren't surprised to see that he was big, as it only made sense. At this point, you were soaking wet and eager to feel him, tired of being teased. You frowned as he pushed off of you, walking to his dresser and looking for something. He grabbed a condom and put it on, moving back to hover over you, his mouth next to your ear.

"I want to hear you scream my name." His hot breath on your skin and the uncharacteristically dirty language he was speaking sent shivers down your spine. "I want everyone to know that you're mine." You nodded, wanting the same thing. Biting your lip, you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to yours.

"Make me", you whispered against his lips.

He moved the tip of his penis to brush against you entrance, teasing you. Your breathing hitched as he pushed inside of you, filling you wholly. He rocked against you, smoothly thrusting in and out, clearly turned on by how wet you were. He reached one arm underneath you, angling your body slightly upwards, allowing more pressure against your clit.

"Mmmmmm, yes", you hissed, eyes closed and heart racing.

"Say it." He spoke against your neck. "Say my name." He thrusted harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Sid, yes." He thrust harder, and once more, sending you over the edge and causing you to scream his name with a loud moan. He came soon after, grunting and collapsing on top of you. You both lay in silence for a few minutes, glistening in sweat and slowing your heart rates. After rolling off of you and disposing of the condom, Sid pulled you to his chest and looked into your eyes with a smile.

"How's that for a post game celebration?" He leaned back and chuckled at your comment.

"I'd say it's pretty great." He was quiet for a moment. "But, I did mean what I said. I do want to take you out on a real date and hold your hand and make you feel like a princess." You smiled at him.

"I'd love to do those things. But, like I said, I wanted to do this first." He giggled. "Seriously, I don't think you realize how long I've wanted to."

"Well, I'm glad that Beau scored those three goals, because it sort of led to me scoring, too." You rolled your eyes.

"That was a lame joke. But, I agree."

Notes

(Requested by PensGirl8771.)

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