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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Hockey_RPF, Women's_Hockey_RPF
  Relationship:
      Sidney_Crosby/Taylor_Crosby
  Character:
      Sidney_Crosby, Taylor_Crosby
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Sex, Angst, Anonymous_Sex,
      Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, jerking_off, Complicated_Relationships, Foul_and
      Vulgar_Language, Sid's_Breakup, Under-negotiated_Kink, Geno's_Halloween-
      In-January_Party_Reference, Implied_Betrayal, Going_Home_Again
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-15 Words: 2670
****** Colors Form As You Open Up Your Eyes ******
by GenuineRisk
Summary
     His thoughts are rudely interrupted by all the noise being made by
     the body in his arms. It’s taking every inch of Sid’s dick like a
     champ and loving it, and it just pisses Sid right the fuck off. He
     doesn’t even know why. He drives in roughly as fast as he can,
     wanting to get this over with and go home and is so caught up in
     being pissed and pounding ass that he doesn’t react to the door
     opening a little before quickly latching shut again. But he knows
     she’s here.
     He can smell her hair, her leather boots, her, and doesn’t ask what
     she’s doing here even though her flight isn’t scheduled to arrive
     until the next afternoon. He doesn’t turn around either, not even
     when he hears the unmistakable sound of her coat being shed. In a
     matter of seconds she’s pressed up against Sid’s back, hands on his
     waist, rubbing her nose, her cheeks, her lips along his spine almost
     like she’s marking him. She hasn’t touched him like this since
     January and he’s terrified she’ll just stop. She doesn’t. His only
     acknowledgement is to lean his head back against her forehead and
     smile. She doesn’t see the smile though.
     “Hey.” Her voice is soft and kind of breathy. It does weird things to
     Sid’s insides.
Notes
     There are mentions of way underage sexual situations in this fic, as
     well as the theme of sibling incest. Please heed warning.
     The title is taken from Anywhere But Here, by Finch.
     Takes place at the House of Tilden in Pittsburgh. The club name is
     real, everything else about it is made up.
     For time line purposes, Geno throws a Halloween-In-January party over
     the 2-week home stretch during the 15-16 season because he’s Geno and
     he can.
     Lastly, the guy Sid's with at Tilden's is never personalized. He's
     always referred to as a thing or just a body part. Made sense in my
     head, which should have been my first clue.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
Sid hasn’t been this hard in months, not since Geno’s crazy Halloween-In-
January party where he and Taylor dressed up as Louis de Pointe du Lac and
Claudia and got really, really wasted and, yeah. That maybe wasn’t their finest
hour, but then again, maybe it was. He looked at it as some sort of
acknowledgement beyond the two of them of, well, them,at least as far as he was
concerned and who can blame him when it took eight damn years to even get to
that obscure point. Nothing has been right since.
 
Taylor, on the other hand, may have had other motivations for going with him
that night, more to do with compassion or distraction or god forbid, pity. Sid
wasn’t sure and hasn’t yet found the courage to ask her, but he will. Someday.
He was a conniving little twat, Sid. I know you think you loved him, maybe you
really did, but good fucking riddance. He still winced at her words, unused to
hearing that kind of language from her very often, but she’d just looked him in
the eyes and told him that a twat’s a twat and she’ll call it as she sees it
every time. Nobody treats my brother that way. Nobody. You deserve so much more
than that, Sidney, you know you do. You have to stop settling.And then she told
him that they were going to Geno’s Halloween party that Sunday night in spite
of everything and he absolutely would not be sitting home alone moping over his
breakup. He remembers thinking that her heart kind of broke a little for him at
the tears welling up in his eyes that night.
 
Sid didn’t tell her that his tears were not for the twat.
 
He knows what will happen if he dwells too long on that particular memory, so
he carefully puts it away to concentrate on what’s right in front of him at the
moment. He’s still hard as hell and fluidly shucks his shirt and tosses it
aside. Next he pulls a condom and a small bottle of lube out of his pocket
before unbuttoning, unzipping and pushing his jeans down and off and makes
quick work of opening and rolling on the latex just ahead of coating a palm
with lube. It’s all very practiced and efficient, as is most of what he does
nowadays.
 
He reaches down and wraps a slicked up hand around his cock, sliding it up and
down the crack splayed in front of him. He doesn’t even know who it belongs to,
couldn’t tell you what he looks like, much less his name, and he doesn’t
particularly care. It’s just a receptacle, somewhere convenient for Sid to
shove his dick without fear of consequence.
 
So he does, barely pushing through the rim on each slide past. The anonymous
ass braces itself against the wall and pushes back and Sid watches as the hole
constricts, squeezing the head of his cock as it tries to draw him in further.
His breathing speeds up and it all makes him feel just a little lightheaded. He
wonders for a moment if he’d be able to come like this, decides he could, but
he knows that’s not what he wants.
 
Instead, he picks up the lube, gets his fingers good and wet and slides two all
the way into the ass with no name. He can’t keep out the memory of her fingers
sliding in and out of his own ass that first time all those years ago, so small
and slender they barely filled him up even four at a time. They were so young
when it began, she was so young, all pink and smooth and perfect, and he let it
happen. Again and again and again until he was so far past the point of
convincing himself it was just a phase, a fluke thing that would run its course
and they’d go back to being whatever they were to each other before. He’s lost
count of how many times they’ve done it between then and now, how many times
he’s fucking begged for it. Sid pulls his fingers back to the first knuckle and
drives them in fast and hard, over and over, really hoping that the hot
tightness will just push the memories right out of his head this time. It
doesn’t.
 
He pulls his fingers out and shoves his cock in just as fast and hard. The ass
bears down on him and Sid’s breath catches in his throat. His memories are
quickly approaching overwhelming and he doesn’t know how to make them stop, now
isn’t sure he even wants them to stop, so he continues to pound in and out, in
and out, in and out, deciding to just go with it.
 
Oh god, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come. More, Sidney, please. I
promise you won’t hurt me. Fuck me harder..harder..come on..give me your
hand..that’s it..right there..just like that.Her voice fills his head like it
has countless times before, still too young and soft, but so sure of what she
wants and how she needs to get there. He closes his eyes and hates himself just
a tiny bit as he slides his palms along the body in front of him, smoothing
over ribs, stomach, hips, along the swell of its ass. His hands come to rest
between hard muscular thighs and he pushes them far apart, throwing the body
off balance and deepening his angle of penetration. He’s rewarded with a long
loud groan, a violent clench and a forceful push back against his cock. Whether
it’s by design or from the sudden loss of equilibrium, Sid doesn’t know and
again, he doesn’t particularly care. He just wants to get off.
 
He grasps at the hips so close to his and pulls them back hard, sheathing
himself completely and rolling his own from side to side just because it feels
so fucking good and this leads to more groans and shudders. Another flood of
memories saturate Sid’s brain and he leans forward to drape his body over the
back of the one he’s fucking until they’re touching everywhere. His eyes are
still closed when he bites a shoulder hard enough to break the skin a little.
It doesn’t taste the same and it doesn’t feel the same, but he thinks maybe he
can work with it.
 
It’s surprisingly easy for Sid to imagine the feel of all her soft smoothness
and lean supple muscle under his hands, and the firm round curve of her ass
tucked tight against his stomach and lower, encasing his stiff length to the
hilt. They always preferred it this way rather than the more conventional
approach of penis-in-vagina. It just worked for them and Sid’s certain it still
does. It’s been a while. He swears he can smell the clean subtle scent of
rosemary mint and how it would cling to all her blonde waves as they brushed
along his arms wrapped tight around her slender waist. He can even imagine his
fingers coaxing and stroking between the wet velvet folds of her cunt, never
failing to force from her a litany of the dirtiest talk Sid has ever heard and
it still makes him blush to think about it. He thinks about it often. He’s
thinking about it now.
 
His thoughts are rudely interrupted by all the noise being made by the body in
his arms. It’s taking every inch of Sid’s dick like a champ and loving it, and
it just pisses Sid right the fuck off. He doesn’t even know why. He drives in
roughly as fast as he can wanting to get this over with and go home and is so
caught up in being pissed and pounding ass that he doesn’t react to the door
opening a little before quickly latching shut again. But he knows she’s here.
 
He can smell her hair, her leather boots, her, and doesn’t ask what she’s doing
here even though her flight isn’t scheduled to arrive until the next afternoon.
He doesn’t turn around either, not even when he hears the unmistakable sound of
her coat being shed. In a matter of seconds she’s pressed up against Sid’s
back, hands on his waist, rubbing her nose, her cheeks, her lips along his
spine almost like she’s marking him. She hasn’t touched him like this since
January and he’s terrified she’ll just stop. She doesn’t. His only
acknowledgement is to lean his head back against her forehead and smile. She
doesn’t see the smile though.
 
“Hey.” Her voice is soft and kind of breathy. It does weird things to Sid’s
insides.
 
“Hey yourself.” Sid says back. It should really be considered some kind of
talent that his hips never lose a stroke or break their rhythm.
 
“Managed an earlier flight, didn’t think you’d mind. Knew I’d find you here.”
 
Taylor wraps her arms around her brother and just holds on tight while he goes
right on fucking the unknown ass. She presses kisses along his shoulder blades
and licks a little at the sweat covering his back. She thinks her clothes are
probably all scratchy and irritating against his bare skin, but she doesn’t
care and he doesn’t seem to, either. She wants so much for him to turn around,
strip her naked and bend her over right there in the middle of the room. She
misses them together so much more than she ever anticipated and wishes she had
the courage to tell him how much she wants him, fucking needs him. But they
crossed a line at Geno’s party and she is still trying to regain her footing as
far as her brother and this thing between them goes. It makes her stop and
question certain things now. She wonders if it’s the same for Sidney. Maybe
she’ll finally ask him about it later.
 
“Almost finished, Tay. Just give me a few more minutes.”
 
“Jesus, Sid. You sound like you’re finishing up a drink or something.” Taylor
is kind of shocked at the whole tone of their brief exchange. It’s more than a
little telling about Sid’s headspace at the moment.
 
He can feel his sister smiling into his back, shaking her head a little, and he
tries to think of an appropriately sarcastic response. It never comes because
then he feels her fingers wander down to his balls, squeezing, tugging, rubbing
her thumb closer and closer to his hole, and Sid just about loses it right then
and there. And again, he doesn’t want to do anything that might spook her into
stopping, but his body seems to have a mind of its own. He throws his hips back
trying to push her inside him. His breath catches in his throat when it slides
in and he's fucking with absolute abandon now. She feels the change instantly
and knows he’s on the brink of coming. On his next upstroke, Taylor stretches
to get her other hand on her brother’s cock, effectively putting a stop to his
fucking. Both he and the ass groan in unison.
 
"I want to watch you come in his mouth," she whispers against him, surprising
herself that the words actually find their way out.
 
Sid’s heart misses a few beats. He pulls the rest of the way out of the
nameless hole and spins it around with one hand while his other yanks off the
condom and tosses it aside. He’s still clenching tight on his sister’s thumb,
trying to keep her right there inside him.
 
“Knees. Now,” Sid manages and points to the floor in front of him. The body
drops down obediently.
 
Taylor lets out a few deep breaths and pulls her thumb out of Sid, and fucking
hell, he didn't even stop to consider the fact that she would actually have to
move for this to happen. He already misses her touch desperately and kind of
holds his breath a little as she moves to slide around the back of the man on
his knees, waiting to see what she’ll do. She catches Sid’s eyes and doesn’t
look away as she buries her hands in the nameless guy’s hair, holding his head
still. Her brother locks onto her eyes as well and reaches to guide his dick
into the waiting mouth.
 
It's like the man in the middle isn't even there, that it's just Sidney and
Taylor, and Sid is staring at her face, not even blinking, so beautiful and
intense that he almost looks away. And then he’s pulling her mouth to his,
kissing her in this sweet, sloppy way that’s completely opposite of the hard,
controlled snap of his hips. They pull apart when the body between them begins
humming loudly, jerking himself furiously and coming all over his own stomach,
hand and thighs.
 
“Now, Sid, come on. Come in his mouth for me.” Taylor’s voice is barely audible
and her face completely undone and that just does it for Sid. He wraps his hand
around himself and half a dozen strokes later is shooting all over the lips and
tongue kneeling down in front of him. His eyes never once blink or leave his
sister’s until he’s empty and spent and gulping for air.
 
It’s always been the unspoken rule at Tilden’s that if you’re lucky enough to
be invited into one of the private members-only rooms downstairs, it’s an
anonymous one-ride limit unless arrangements are made beforehand. Obviously
they weren’t. Sid hands the still nameless guy his clothes and gestures toward
the door. He dresses quickly and leaves in a hurry and doesn’t even glance at
Sid or Taylor.
 
Sid dresses a little less quickly, not completely sure of himself at the
moment. Taylor is leaning against the far wall watching him, saying nothing.
Sid slips on his shoes, shrugs into his coat and leans against the opposite
wall, also saying nothing. But their eyes are having quite the conversation.
It’s Taylor who breaks the silence first because of course it is.
 
“Can we just go home, Sid, please? I want to go home.”
 
He holds out his hand and Taylor is there in a heartbeat, lacing their fingers
together. He knows exactly what his sister is asking and can’t help thinking
that he has just found another piece to the puzzle that used to be his life and
his heart does a little flip flop in his chest.
 
Taylor reaches for her coat, but Sidney pulls her back and spins her carefully
against the wall, pinning her there. He’s cradling her face in his hands and
losing himself again in her eyes and then he kissing her. It’s not the sweet,
sloppy kiss of earlier. It’s more or less a confession from him to her of
everything he’s thinking and feeling and wanting and needing and he’s making it
the only way he’s prepared to at this point. He’s pleading with her with his
lips and tongue to understand why he is the way he is and how it all got to
this point in the first place and she does, she absolutely does. This is her
brother and she knows him inside and out,loves him inside and out and lets him
know it with her own lips and tongue before they end the kiss.
 
“I wanted it to be me, Sidney, not whoever that was in here tonight. I miss
you.” Taylor has her head on his shoulder, finally feeling brave enough to say
the words, but not quite brave enough to see his reaction or to let him see her
eyes just then.
 
“Let’s go home, Taylor,” he says quietly and reaches for her coat. He keeps her
so close to him as they walk out the door. She smiles.
 
“I always want it to be you,” Sidney tells her just as quietly.
 
He tightens his arm around his sister and pulls her closer still. 
End Notes
     In case there was any confusion, Geno was not the guy Taylor was
     referring to as the conniving twat...
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