#siddd

[lettucemakar]

In conclusion, Sid still fucks, Binnington has never fucked, amen

[queenklu]

In case anyone ever wonders what blueshoesandbluemountains and I get up to on twitter, this....is pretty much it. 

All because A CAT SAVED AN ABANDONED BABY FROM FREEZING TO DEATH IN RUSSIA yes everything can and should relate to hockey players adopting babies.

[queenklu]

Your bottom!geno campaign tag is *the best* *heart eyes*

THANK YOU, thank youuuu. 

It’s the kind of thing that once you start noticing you can’t really stop? How fic after fic after FIC has only Sid bottoming, or they switch but it’s off-screen, or my personal rage-inducing ‘favorite’ where they talk about Geno bottoming while Sid is being fucked and then it ends and it’s just like. Okay. OKAY FANDOM, YOU MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOME SIZE-BIAS GENDER BULLSHIT CAN I INTEREST YOU IN

Geno being trembly and excited and feeling bad/wrong/good because he SHOULDN’T like it, right, he’s been told all his life that boys shouldn’t want sex with boys but if they have to then they should at least do the fucking instead of being fucked, right? But after Sochi he’s like YOU KNOW WHAT I DO WHAT I WANT and angrily fucks himself open on Sid’s cock while Sid tries not to lose his MIND.

or

Geno being HELLA FASCINATED AND INTRIGUED by how much Sid loves it and like, no one ever offered?? to top him?? before?? Because everyone assumes tall = top? So Sid has to take it slow, open him up easy and gentle (even though it’s killing him because GENO. REALLY REALLY LOVES IT. and it’s maybe kind of a big deal?? BEING GENO’S FIRST TIME??) until they’re so overwhelmed that neither of them makes it past the fingering the first THREE TIMES they try it and then the fourth time Geno comes without being touched and like. Sid doesn’t even know how but when he comes back to himself he’s buried inside Geno and Geno’s pawing at his back, trying to get him to move. 

or

Sid is a natural leader, right, and while fandom tends to translate that into ‘pushy bottom’ (if I have to read about Sid “whining” one more time I will scream) what if instead that means Sid is the one squeezing the back of Geno’s neck to calm him down after a bad loss, putting Geno on his knees when he’s feeling uncentered (like Geno doesn’t go willingly, like he wouldn’t follow Sid anywhere, do anything for his captain), opening him up with that single-minded focus and fucking him with all the power in his thighs, in his back, in his hands and arms holding Geno still, holding him exactly where Sid wants him and Geno loves it, loves that he doesn’t have to think or fight or do anything but get fucked because Sid loves him, wants to take care of him and everything he needs

or

Geno just bottoming sometimes. Any time. because he likes it and Sid likes it and it’s no big deal. And Sid bottoms sometimes because he likes it and it’s no big deal. And sometimes they don’t have penetrative sex and that’s no big deal either. And it’s great because it’s not Sid being exclusively fucked in every single fic without fail like it’s a quota to fill oh my g o d

Er. This got. Long.  

[queenklu]

sid/geno: arguing over who gets to bottom.

(sorry I had to run some errands, but here you go! also wooooow this got long) 

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"Sid, is my turn.”

"Not on game days," Sid manages to say, but it’s a struggle. Geno keeps up his little kitten licks along Sid’s neck, and Sid’s hands clutch at Geno’s hips—to move him off, not pin him there, but something gets lost in translation. “Neither of us bottoms on game days, we said…” 

Geno grinds his hips down over Sid’s very, very very interested cock, moaning against Sid’s throat. Sid’s hands spasm. “Maybe,” Sid swallows, and again when Geno follows the bob of his adam’s apple with his mouth. 

"Maybe?" Geno prompts. "I be so good for you, Sid." 

"Maybe," Sid says again, because he’d had a thought, a complete one, and it went something like, "Maybe you should fuck me. I could ride you?" 

Geno pulls back, fast enough that Sid’s dick thinks yes let’s go, and Sid starts to follow after. But Geno is only pulling far enough back to glare at him, arms boxing Sid in, mouth pinched in a thin line. 

"You think I can’t take?” he snaps, and Sid feels his stomach sink. 

He forgets, sometimes, how long it took them to get here. How it was almost a year before Geno even let Sid try fingering him during a blowjob, and then made him stop halfway through because he almost had a panic attack over how intense it felt. Sid had very thoroughly stamped down his disappointment. He loves having sex with Geno, he doesn’t care how it happens—his disappointment was because Geno refused to talk about it afterward. And because it felt a little bit like a statement, that Sid was somehow wrong for liking it so much. 

He should’ve known better. Geno is a stubborn son of a bitch when he wants to be. 

Sid woke up a week later because a full-grown hockey player was thrashing all over his bed, trying to figure out the best way to get a finger into himself. Geno pouted when Sid gawked at him, huffed a stray curl out of his eyes and said, “How you do this? You made of rubber?”

Sid almost pulled something in his scramble to help, rolled Geno onto his back and shoved a pillow under his hips. “Better?” he asked, strangled when Geno slicked his finger again, reached behind his balls, and sunk it in himself up to the second knuckle with a quiet grunt of surprise. Sid ran his hands up the smooth, tender skin of Geno’s thighs, sparks going off in his chest and under his fingertips at the view. A whole year of Geno and he’d never seen him like this. ”Do you want any help?” 

Geno shook his head, frown tugging at his eyebrows as he worked his finger in and out. “This for me. With you I’m…” He said something in Russian that made him look away, not very happy considering he was almost ready to get a second finger into himself. “I know is dumb.” 

“Not dumb,” Sid said as hard as he could, because Geno is many many things but dumb isn’t one of them. “You do whatever you need to do. For you. If it’s not something you want, we don’t ever have to, I don’t…” He stumbled to a stop, mostly because Geno was grinning at him like the sun came out. 

"I want," Geno said, hooking his leg around Sid’s hips to pull him in until Sid’s clothed erection bumped against the knuckles of Geno’s moving hand. "Want Sid all ways. Think I will like. Maybe like too much," he said, but at least the flush on his cheeks this time looked happy. "Not today," he added, a little too quick like he was worried about Sid being disappointed. "But soon. Need practice. Now you jerk off on me, okay? Yes, Sid, now.” 

He’d been right about liking it. Geno liked it so much he put Sid to shame, rocked his hips up to fuck himself on Sid’s cock, pulled Sid between his thighs and kept him there, came so hard the first time Sid ate him out that he cried, dragged Sid up to kiss all over his face with tears still streaming down his face. “Sid best, Sid best," he’d murmured, and Sid felt stupid with loving him, like his whole chest would burst. 

Geno liked it so much Sid started to miss it. He missed, sometimes, the soreness of being fucked, the fullness of it. So they came up with the turn system, and soon after that the no-bottoming-on-game-days rule, because as much as Geno wanted to forget he was still new at this his body took odd times to remind him. 

But that was almost a year ago, now. A year of mostly sticking to their turns, and never once breaking the rule. Until today. 

"That’s not what I meant," Sid starts, meeting Geno’s glare with calm, open eyes. He drags his hands down Geno’s flanks, then back up, touch firm as he curves his fingers around Geno’s ample ass and digs in. "I know you can take me," he rumbles, shifting until he’s barely an inch from Geno’s parted mouth. 

Geno licks his lips, the quick swipe of his tongue that used to drive Sid crazy in the locker room before he knew Geno wouldn’t mind Sid sucking Geno’s plush lower lip into his mouth. “Then why…” Geno gets out, and Sid has to cast his mind back a long way to figure out what Geno’s asking. 

"Because it’s not a ritual, for me," he says, shaking his head. "It’s not a hockey rule. It’s an us rule. But if it’s a hockey rule for you then it might be better for me to break it—"

Geno kisses him, kisses him until Sid forgets any thought he ever had about moving this to the bedroom, they are going to fuck here, now, on their couch in their living room and whose dick goes where is the least important factor in the equation by a mile. 

"Not hockey rule," Geno pants against his lips. "Us rule, and I say is stupid. Now fuck me.” 

Hands down, this is the best rule Sid has ever had to break. 

[queenklu]

In those gifs from last night with Geno trying to start a fight, note what the do. Jokinen looks over at Sid like "do something" and then the assistant drags Geno over to stand next to Sid. Note, that's not away from the Rangers' bench. It's just one person over. Next to Sid.

......oh. my. god. I hadn't noticed that at ALL.

AND SID'S FACE AT THE END, JUST, "Yeah, okay, I got my boyfriend."

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This is for my Bodyguard @OhMyBarfee ! Happy new year darling :D