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The thing about Sidney Crosby's attention was, it could make any man feel like they'd just crawled their way through a desert and found a spring of clean, sweet water.
Ben had no shame in soaking that attention up. He took the playful chirps that called him overeager, someone who was more like an excited dog than a human being around Sidney. He laughed them off in an awkward way that admitted he knew they held some truth.
He figured he was allowed to be a little needy. He made the NHL his first year. He got to play alongside his hero. It was a fever dream of a reward, to not just be next to Sidney in a lineup, but to be noticed.
A little head nod from Sidney could have Ben's heart rate skyrocketing. Mixed with just a few words of praise and Ben was on cloud fucking nine. And those words spilt from Sidney like they were nothing, so cool and casual in the face of Ben's neediness that threatened to shake him apart, most days.
Ben still remembered the first time Sidney said that last one. Despite all the new memories they'd made together, Ben still jerked off to that particular moment. Just for the beautiful simplicity of it; to chase that high he felt knowing he had his own little endearment from Sidney he didn't have to share with anyone else on the team.
There wasn't much to the memory. Ben had scored the game-winning goal in an ugly disaster of a game they'd barely deserved to win. And on the way back to the locker room, after Ben got all the head taps and back pats and shoulder bumps to make the high last days, Sidney brushed by Ben. And he whispered those two sweet little words, husky and deep, under his breath so only Ben could hear them as a warm hand wrapped around the back of Ben's neck and squeezed.
The noise Ben made, something high and reedy he'd never even heard come out of him before, had made Sidney turn back and glance at him. Just one quick look.
A fucking smirk, with slightly raised eyebrows that spoke a thousand unsaid words. A look that said Sidney saw how desperate Ben was.
It had been the first of many small steps that led them to where they sat now. It wasn't like the movies, where all the tension exploded at once for a dangerously hot scene where neither of them could bear having their clothes on any longer. Instead, Ben was forced to wait through a tormentingly slow crescendo of touches and whispered words that increased with mounting tension, right until Ben thought he was going to snap.
Ben made the first real move. The one that led to them fucking in Sidney's hotel room. In hindsight, maybe Sidney did that on purpose. There was a problematic dynamic to it all that Ben was all too aware of. The captain and the rookie, the 30-something year old and the teenager, half Sidney's age. The guys all joked about it, like- dude, Sid's got NHL trophies that are older than Kindy.
Fucking perverse, was what it was.
If Ben was the one who asked and initiated, there was no question to the consent of it all. They would both know Ben wanted this as clearly and deeply as he could ever want something.
He didn't want it, though. He needed it.
So he asked. He begged, making a fool of his pride with so much to lose if he really had been reading all those signs wrong.
That night, the first time, had been soft and gentle. Sidney took his time with Ben, showed him the ropes to find what they both liked.
Now, they were accustomed to each other, two puzzle pieces clicking together.
Ben knew what Sidney liked. And he'd give it over and over again, just for more attention.
"Fuck," Ben whined. His legs were shaking and he could feel the sweat trickling down his back. All of his senses were sharpened down and focused on this. The feeling of Sidney's skin pressed up against Ben's- pressed inside of Ben. Sliding in and out every time Ben lifted himself up off Sidney's lap to drop back down again, working at a desperate pace to chase the pleasure that had him shaking and digging his fingers into the meat of Sidney's arm.
"You can do better than that," Sidney hummed. His palm skated up the ridges of Ben's spine while he rested his other hand on Ben's chest, feeling his shaky breaths and flicking a nipple every now and then. "I know you can do better than this, sweetheart."
Ben groaned and dropped his head into the crook of Sidney's neck. He could get drunk off the scent of Sidney's skin. Another whimper tore through him as he dropped back down and let Sidney's cock slam into his prostate.
"I'll come." Ben shook his head. It was a struggle to get the words out. "Please, please, Sid. I'll come, I'll- fuck!"
Sidney caught Ben's nipple between two fingers and twisted until the noise that came out of Ben didn't sound human. His cock twitched, caught between their stomachs and raw just from the slightest friction he got, gliding against Sidney's abs. Ben wanted to stop riding Sidney and just grind up against him, letting the desperate little movement have a chain effect that drove right into his prostate, basking him in mind-numbing sweetness until he came all over Sidney's chest.
Ben knew better than that, though.
Last time he'd done it, Sidney let him get himself off, then flipped them over and fucked Ben until he cried, whining that it was too much and he couldn't take it as Sidney damn near snapped him in two. He'd laughed at Ben's tears and took his sweet time working himself up to an orgasm while cooing about Ben being an impatient fucking slut.
There was a good thrill to sex like that. But right now, Ben wanted to be good.
He wanted Sidney's attention, wanted to earn those sweet scraps of praise. Sidney was so giving with words of encouragement on the ice; he poured them into every interaction during practice.
With sex, he was different. Ben supposed he'd already proved himself in hockey. Ben didn't know what the hell he had to do to prove himself in the bedroom. Every time Sidney set the bar somewhere new, a goal that only he got to know while Ben squirmed and cried.
"I know," Sidney said, and while Ben couldn't see his face, he was pretty sure the bastard was smiling. "I'm not stopping you."
He made it sound like a challenge.
Ben dug his teeth into his lip. The pain didn't do much to ground him. "Sid," he whispered it like a prayer that he knew would never reach heaven.
"What's the matter?" Sidney hummed. He started playing with Ben's other nipple, squeezing and stroking it, almost absent-mindedly. "You don't think you can make me come first?" He tutted, in an almost chiding way. "I thought you wanted to be good for me."
Sidney flexed his hips just as Ben dropped back down, and a choked-off noise ripped through Ben. He lost his rhythm for a second, just squirming against the pleasure as his hips bucked without any finesse. It was sloppy and needy; Ben couldn't get his body under control to give Sidney what he wanted. He clenched down around Sidney's cock as his head tipped back and he let out another frustrated whine.
"Oh, poor baby." Sidney sounded so condescending it made Ben's dick twitch. "You're bleeding." He swiped a thumb across Ben's bottom lip.
Ben managed to open his eyes. The sight of Sidney was overwhelming. He was so calm and collected that it almost looked out of place. His hair was a little messy from where Ben had tugged on it when Sidney fingered him earlier, and sure enough, there was a smear of Ben's blood on his shoulder. Besides that, he was so perfectly groomed- he looked ready for a photoshoot.
"Sorry," Ben mumbled. He licked the blood off his bitten lower lip. He hadn't even noticed the taste before, too caught up in the feeling of Sidney pressed deep inside him. Even now, Ben couldn't quite stay still. He wasn't riding Sidney properly anymore, as he was supposed to be doing. Just desperate little motions that looked more like a dog trying to hump someone, each twitch sending too much pleasure up his core. "I'm sorry, sorry, fuck-"
"Shh." Sidney slipped two fingers into Ben's mouth, pressing deeper and deeper until Ben was gagging. They had been trying to fix Ben's gag reflex with almost no success. It was just the fact that Ben hated having something in his mouth like that, the discomfort and invasion of it. He'd figured out a while ago, though, that that was the reason Sidney liked it so much. Shoving his fingers or cock down Ben's throat just to see him struggle a bit.
Ben tried to voice his displeasure, but all that came out was a garbled noise paired with a pouty glare that just made Sidney laugh, a warm rumbling sound that reverberated into Ben's body.
"It's okay," Sidney soothed, wiggling the tips of his fingers against the back of Ben's throat to make him gag. "I think you look real pretty like this. Especially when you're a little bloody."
It was a deranged sort of praise that would've sounded a little too weird from anyone else. But from Sidney, it had Ben's eyes rolling into the back of his head. He flexed his hips and moaned.
"I just didn't know you were that wound up," Sidney said, clicking his tongue. "You already fucked yourself stupid, hm?"
Ben couldn't do anything but nod. It was mean, and worse, it was true. He was on the cusp of going delirious from the sweet pressure against every raw nerve in his body. He was so keyed up it was a miracle he'd hung on this long without coming all over the both of them.
"Desperate little thing," Sidney muttered, like he was talking to himself. "You need help, baby?"
It sounded like a trap. There was a dangerous look in Sidney's eyes. A nasty little glint, that was downright evil when paired with his easy smile.
"Please," Ben managed to get out, the word barely comprehensible around Sidney's fingers.
"Yeah," Sidney nodded. He pulled his fingers out of Ben's mouth and nearly attacked him with a kiss, licking the blood off Ben's lip. Sidney kissed the same way he did everything else, taking sharp control and leaving Ben breathless and useless. He felt like a doll more than a person, just something for Sidney to play with and nip his sharp teeth into. It wasn't a deep pain, but it was a startling one when Sidney purposefully dragged his canines over Ben's split lip. He squealed, squeezing Sidney's arm.
With no warning, slick fingers found Ben's cock. Sliding down the length with a dragging touch. Sidney cupped Ben's balls in his palm while he stroked the underside of Ben's cock with his thumb.
"Sid!" Ben ripped away from the kiss, hips bucking into the massaging touch. "Sid, Sid, Sid-" he tried to warn. The chant turned into a wordless cry as his balls drew tight from how close he was.
"I know," Sidney gave a tight squeeze, with just enough pain exploding between Ben's legs to drag him off the ledge, but not enough to make him go soft. He nearly screamed, clamping down around Sidney's cock and instinctively trying to squirm away from the vice grip on his balls. "I was just feeling how close you were."
"Hurts," Ben rasped. "Oh, fuck, Sid, it hurts." He wasn't sure if he meant the pain of Sidney's grip or the denial of an orgasm that had been right fucking there and ripped away from him so cruelly.
Sidney groaned. He flexed his hips again, and Ben saw stars, entirely distracted from the pain by a new rush of pleasure.
"Fuck," Sidney gasped. "Yeah, baby? Tell me how bad it hurts." He finally sounded a little winded. His grip on Ben's balls tightened again, rolling them around and even giving them a slight twist.
"Sid, please!" He was trembling, choking on sobs. It hurt too much. It didn't hurt enough, and it almost felt like if Sidney just squeezed a little more, that pain could make Ben come on it's own. None of it made sense; all the wires in Ben's mind got so easily crossed around Sidney. Any attention was good attention, any touch was a good touch. Like the head rush of getting slammed into the board by him during practice. Even with the wind knocked out of his lungs, Ben wanted to ask Sidney to do it again every single time. "Fuck, Sid," Ben whined. He wanted to be good. Wanted to obey. "Hurts so bad, I can't take- oh god, oh god."
"Jesus," Sidney moaned. "You're so fucking tight." His dick twitched inside Ben.
"You're gonna-" Ben struggled to think, to even get the words out. "You're gonna bruise me, Sid. Fuck, fuck. I'm- it's too much, please, please-"
They tried to avoid bruising where they could. Some marks could blend in with the usual grind of hockey. But the one time Sidney got a little too excited and spanked Ben so hard there was an imprint of a hand on his ass for days, Ben got teased by Tanger about messing around with some real freaky girl, huh Kindy?
Though Ben swore he saw Sidney hiding grins whenever those chirps got thrown.
Sidney finally let go, and Ben nearly sobbed with relief. He sucked in a deep breath, shuddering on the exhale.
"Here," Sidney said, and he readjusted his grip so he was circling the base of Ben's cock, squeezing it just enough to hold off any impending orgasm. Ben didn't know if he was grateful or just more frustrated at the thought.
"Thank you," Ben mumbled, cheeks hot.
"Stay still for a second," Sidney said, and there was a look on his face that Ben didn't trust. Ben obeyed anyway, going perfectly still.
Sidney grabbed his pants that were tossed aside, fumbling around with them until he pulled the belt free. With just one hand, he looped the end of the belt through the buckle, making a cinchable circle.
Then he slipped it around Ben's neck.
Sidney wrapped the end around his hand, pulling it until the leather was flush against Ben's skin. He could still breathe easily, but with a tug of Sidney's hand, that could easily be taken away from him.
Distantly, Ben knew it wasn't a safe style of choking. But flying around on ice with blades on his feet wasn't particularly safe either.
And fuck, did it make Ben twitch in Sidney's grip.
Sidney smiled, sharp teeth flashing. "Now show me how much you want to be good for me."
Ben nodded eagerly. He took a deep breath, bracing himself with Sidney's shoulder.
He set a faster pace this time. Calves straining with the sort of burn Ben was used to feeling during speed drills on the rink. Pulling himself up and slamming back down on Sidney's cock, with each stroke dragging right over his prostate.
"That's better," Sidney hummed, the words dragging out a bit with pleasure. In some ways, that was reward enough for Ben to know he was doing such a good job that he made Sidney lose his composure. It injected fresh energy into Ben's veins, a desperate need to chase the high of making Sidney feel that good.
It wasn't any easier to ride him, even with Sidney's hand tight around Ben's cock to stave off an orgasm. Ben was just kept on the edge instead of falling over it, teased with a peak that wouldn't come.
Ben didn't know how to count the seconds when he couldn't even count each drop of his hips. The only thing he paid attention to was the little noises that Sidney made now and then. Soft grunts, deep moans. Ben drank them up and did his best to memorize each one.
"Hey, Kindy?" Sidney murmured, pressing his face into Ben's neck, just above where the belt sat. The feeling of Sidney's breath made Ben's skin tingle, a new sensation that tried to tip him over the edge as it mixed with the pleasure against his sweet spot and the burn in his thighs.
He stuttered on an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, not slowing down his pace. "Hm?" He couldn't get any proper words out, not when he felt like he was on fire with no water for miles. It was hard just to keep his eyes open and on Sidney.
It wasn't much of a warning, and Sidney gave him about two seconds to process the command and comply before tugging the belt tight.
His breathing wasn't entirely cut off, but it was brutally limited. The best Ben could manage were soft, whimpering wheezes that didn't come close to filling up his lungs.
What really made his head spin was the lack of blood flow.
The belt squeezed down on the sides of his neck, and Ben was dizzy, like his seatbelt broke on a rollercoaster and he was left to freefall right before the big drop. His head lolled back and his lungs started to burn a bit, the same way they did after he'd been pushed past his limits in practice.
"I didn't tell you to stop," Sidney said lazily. His grip on the belt was tight enough to make his knuckles go white. "You going soft on me this easily?"
Ben wanted to beg. Or cry, maybe. He hadn't even realized his movements had faltered. He was too caught up in the light-headed rush. Clenching around Sidney's cock, Ben made a needy little noise.
It took all his effort to lift himself back up. His pace was sloppy, dropping down hard and squirming when his prostate was bruised. The pleasure was more intense, somehow, when Ben's body was fighting just to stay conscious. It was a tether to reality. All of his senses blending together to make one hazy feeling that sort of reminded Ben of the time he got high a few years ago. Nothing could hurt him, and there was no where on earth that could've felt better than this.
Just when Ben's eyes started to roll back and the blood rush in his ears made it too loud to hear the noises coming from him, Sidney loosened his grip on the belt.
"Sid," Ben gasped, because with his first lungful of air there wasn't a single thing Ben could think of that was worth saying, other than Sidney's name. "Sid, Sid, Sid-"
"Fuck," Sidney groaned. His hips bucked a few times, and Ben did that; he made Sidney Crosby lose control and chase that desperate, feral pleasure. Ben timed his rhythm with the thrusts of Sidney's hips, getting even more pressure deep in his core, where he needed it. "Jesus fucking Christ, kid, you're a dream."
Ben smiled, delirious. "Sid, please." He clenched down again, just to feel Sidney's hips stutter.
"Yeah?" Sidney's voice broke, and his breathing was a jagged mess, like he was the one who'd just gotten choked. "You want something, sweetheart?" He always needed that when he was close. Needed Ben to beg for it and show off just how much of an effect Sidney had on him. Sidney licked at the blood smeared on Ben's face, something that felt almost affectionate, like a mother grooming its young.
"Please," Ben gasped. His nails were going to leave marks in Sidney's flesh again, and they were once again lucky that Sidney had a fake girlfriend cover story. "Please, fuck, I wanna feel you come, Sid."
It was taboo for Ben to ask to come directly. If he did that, Sidney just laughed at him and chastised him for it. He was a hungry little thing who should know better than to be so demanding. It wasn't Ben's decision if he came or not. Or how many times he came. It wasn't his decision how he came. All of that came at Sidney's discretion.
The only thing that Ben should focus on, the only real thing that should bring him pleasure, was making Sidney come.
"You think you've earned it?" Sidney challenged, which was always a bit of a trick question where the correct answer really just depended on Sidney's mood.
Ben groaned. His face was pressed into Sidney's hair, breathing in the salty notes of his shampoo. "I want it," his body shuddered, "wanna make you feel good. Please?"
Sidney moaned, probably the loudest sound he'd made all night. Loud enough to make the entire room feel like it was vibrating around Ben. "Yeah. Yeah, you do," Sid growled. "Pretty little slut." He pulled the belt tight again, and let go of Ben's cock to grip his hip instead. "Alright, you've been good. Go on. Try."
The threat didn't even have to be said for Ben to know it was hanging in the air. Without a hand on his cock, without enough oxygen to his body, it was a matter of time before Ben's orgasm hit him like a train. And if he came first, then he stopped having any sort of control or choice. He would just become Sidney's plaything, to get snapped in half until Sidney got bored.
Ben put everything into the motion of his hips. He tightened as much as he could around Sidney's cock. He didn't even bother trying to breathe. Breathing didn't matter right now.
When the belt loosened and Ben could breathe, he collapsed into Sidney's lap. A panting, barely human mess.
They breathed together like that for a moment. Sidney unlooped the belt from Ben's neck, and he mourned the loss as soon as it was gone. It was nice at least to press his face into Sidney's chest and nuzzle into steal his body heat.
Sidney smirked at him, shaking his head. He pressed a finger into the split part of Ben's face, just enough to make it sting again. Ben wrinkled his nose.
They were close enough to kiss.
But Sidney didn't kiss him. He pulled away, tossing aside the bloodied tissue as he stood up again.
"We should both shower," Sidney said, with a look on his face that said it wasn't really a suggestion.
Ben groaned, shaking his head. "I'm tired."
"You're filthy," Sidney shot back, eyebrows raised. "In my bed, Kindy."
"Nap first," Ben insisted. Usually, he knew better than to argue with Sidney. But the haze of his afterglow was warm and pulling him down into a satiated drowsiness he didn't want to fight. He reached out for Sidney with grabby hands. "Nap first," he repeated, "then we can shower together and I'll suck you off?"
If Ben had any bargaining chips in this strange relationship, it was always through the promise of him getting on his knees for Sidney.
After all, that was what got them into this dynamic in the first place.
Sidney was quiet for a moment, with eyes squinted.
"You're so old," Ben pushed, smiling faintly. "Don't you want to just crash for a little bit after coming that hard?"
For a moment, Sidney's mouth dropped in faux offense. Then he laughed, crawling onto the bed next to Ben, making him grin at his success.
"Watch it," Sidney warned, settling down next to Ben. He made no complaint when Ben rolled over to cuddle into Sidney's side. He was even nice enough to wrap an around Ben's shoulders, letting Ben rest his head on Sidney's chest. "You're changing my sheets, though."
"Mm," Ben groaned, eyes already shut. "Deal."
As he drifted to sleep, Sidney pressed a light kiss to Ben's forehead and murmured something unintelligible in Ben's half-asleep state.
It almost sounded like good boy.
He wrapped his arms around and fell asleep.
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