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It was late in Vienna. Sidney knew this. It was so late it was actually… probably early. Whatever, Sidney deserved this.
He hit call and waited while the phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up.
“Hey, boo.” It was dim in Claude’s room, but there was enough light filtering in through Claude’s curtains for Sidney to have a clear view of Claude’s naked shoulders. Claude’s hair was a mess, which wasn’t new or shocking, and his voice still had that morning rasp to it. “I’m sorry.”
“I really don’t want to talk about it,” Sidney said immediately. He watched Claude’s face do something weird. Sidney stretched out on his back and angled the phone down his bare chest. Claude hummed, pleased. “In fact, I don’t want to talk at all.” Sidney slid his hand down into his shorts, making sure the camera was aimed perfectly.
“That’s not fair,” Claude whined. Sidney brought the phone up to face level again. Claude’s free hand was fisted in his pillow and he had a stormy look on his face. “I can’t touch you.”
“I know,” Sidney said quietly. “I wish you were here.”
“No you don’t,” Claude shot back, his lips quirking up at the corners. He moved around on his bed and Sidney tried not to get dizzy from the shaking viewscreen. “You wish you were here.”
That much was true. Claude’s hotel bed looked awfully inviting. “Well, I’m not,” Sidney snapped. He couldn’t help himself, and from the look on Claude’s face he knew it too. “I’m sorry, I just. I really don’t want to be here right now.”
“Are you still in New York?” Claude asked, aghast. “Get the fuck out of there right now.”
“No, no. I’m home.” Sidney turned his phone so Claude could see the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. “I just got in. I just wanted to see you.”
“That’s not all you wanted,” Claude said suggestively. He bit his lip, giving the camera his best coy look. He stretched a bit, too, and Sidney wanted nothing more than to put his mouth on his collarbone, bury his face in Claude’s neck and forget about the rest of the world for a few hours.
“I miss you,” Sidney blurted out. He felt his face go red at how candid he sounded, before he remembered Claude wouldn’t care. Claude would probably, in fact, welcome such a statement.
Claude smiled at him, the big dorky one that showed off the silly gap that Sidney loved to mock. “You just saw me two weeks ago.”
“I know, I just wish…” Sidney trailed off, sighing heavily. It didn’t matter what he wished. He knew he was never going to get it. Not any time soon. Probably not for years. “Sorry if I woke you up. I just wanted to see you,” he said again, lamely.
“It’s okay. I needed to get up anyway. Look all you want.”
“I want to do so much more than look right now,” Sidney admitted, watching as Claude angled his camera down his chest, his stomach, coming to stop at where his black sweatpants were tenting. Claude toyed with his waistband, slipping the tips of his fingers just under. “Take it out. Let me see.”
“Anything you want,” Claude said quietly. He pulled his dick out. It was half hard already, and Sidney watched as Claude stroked himself to a full erection. Claude twisted his hand over the head and moaned, suddenly loud in the quiet of Sidney’s room. He had a sudden thought.
“Wait,” he said quickly, a trickle of panic starting to creep in, “aren’t you rooming with someone?”
“Segs,” Claude groaned out, squeezing himself at the tip, his cock fully hard now. “Calm down, Sid. I can hear you panicking. He’s not here. Went out last night, picked up. He’s probably doing the walk of shame right now. Nng, can I stop talking about Segs now? I mean, he’s hot and all, I’ll give him that, but not who I want to be thinking about right now.”
Sidney narrowed his eyes, still fixed on Claude’s dick in his hand. “You think he’s hot?” Claude snorted.
“Everyone thinks Segs is hot, especially Segs.” Claude stopped jerking off long enough to push his sweats down past his knees and off, spreading his legs. “Admit it. You do, too.”
“He’s okay, I guess,” Sidney reluctantly admitted. He rubbed himself through his shorts. “A little full of himself, though.”
“Yeah, but you like that.” The angle shifted again, moving a little further away. It looked like Claude propped the phone up against a pillow so he could use both his hands. Sidney bit his lip and slid his hand inside his shorts again as he watched Claude tug at his balls. “I mean, I’m living proof that narcissism gets you hot.”
“That’s different,” Sidney murmured. He pulled at himself, matching their strokes as Claude’s hand sped up. “I can usually shut you up by shoving my dick in your mouth. I don’t want to put my dick close to anything of his. I've heard the stories.”
“Fuck, yeah, I want your dick in my mouth,” Claude moaned. His hips left the bed, fucking up into his fist. Sidney panted, stroking himself faster now. “That’s the first thing I’m doing after this is over. Coming to see you, putting my mouth all over you.”
“Keep talking,” Sidney choked out, writhing as he watched Claude’s whole body jerk. He propped his phone up on the other pillow so he could use his other hand to tug at a nipple. “Tell me what else you want to do to me.”
“Want to push you up against a wall and drop right to my knees, suck you off until you’re begging me to let you come. But I won’t, not yet.” Claude brought one hand up, presumably to his mouth as he stopped talking for a moment, and when it came back into view again it was slick with spit. “I’ll turn you around and make you bend over for me, get that ass right in my face.”
Sidney inhaled sharply. They’d done that once, early in, and though he’d bitched about Claude’s facial hair scratching him up at the time it had been really fucking good.
“I know, I know, you don’t like that. Fucking waste. Having an ass like that and not liking getting rimmed.”
“I never said I didn’t like it, just your beard,” Sidney said through a groan. “I did. You can.” Sidney couldn’t get out more than a few fragments, thinking of Claude’s talented tongue opening him up.
“I will,” Claude said immediately, his wet hand sliding down between his legs. “Nng, fuck. I’ll— I’ll shave first, so I don’t scratch up that delicate skin of yours. Spread you open with my hands and just fucking bathe you with my tongue. Gonna lick you wet and open, eat you out til you're crying with it.”
Sidney moaned, unable to say anything else. His hand was flying over his dick now as he watched the motion of Claude’s hand between his legs. He was leaking, too, making a mess inside of his boxers.
“I’ll take my time. Play with that gorgeous ass all I want. Use my fingers, too. You’ll be so ready for it I bet I could use three right away. All the way inside, won’t even need lube for it. You’ll be all wet with my spit and they’ll just slide right in. You always look so good when I finger you, like you can barely stand it. And then, when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll get up and slam my dick inside. Fuck you right there, next to your front door. Won’t even take my clothes off, just pull it out and stick it right in.”
“Yes,” Sidney hissed, his hips thrusting uncontrollably. “Fuck, I want that so bad.”
“Me— me too,” Claude grunted out. He planted his feet on the bed so he could lift his hips, the hand on his dick not even moving anymore, just squeezing the base as his other hand worked between his legs frantically. “I want you, Sid. I want— Nng, Sidney.”
Sidney watched as Claude bucked wildly, coming all over his stomach and chest with a choked cry of his name. Sidney closed his eyes and let go, pressing his face into his pillow as he came and came, wishing he was right there, sharing the same pillow, pressing his face to Claude’s sweaty skin.
After a few moments of silence Claude laughed. Sidney opened his eyes and watched as Claude smeared his come all over his skin. He hummed quietly, too worn out for anything else. Claude turned his head, smiling at him.
“That was great.”
Sidney hummed again in agreement, staring at him sleepily. Claude’s face was so close, yet so far.
“I can’t wait to see you, boo.” Sidney smiled at the endearment. “I have some things to take care of at my place when I’m done here, but after that I’m all yours.”
“Can’t wait,” Sidney said through a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Sidney tensed up. “Still don’t want to talk about it.”
“I know. I’m still sorry about the playoffs.”
Sidney huffed and shook his head, annoyed. “What the fuck? Do you even listen to me at all if I’m not talking about your dick? I said I didn’t want to talk about it!”
“Jesus, sorry for being sad for you. Way to ruin the fucking afterglow.” Sidney got a nice view of Claude’s back as he sat up and tugged at his hair. “I have to go.”
“Claude,” Sidney said, feeling both irritated and contrite at the same time. Claude always managed to produce these confusing feelings, like his gift was making Sidney feel as contrary as possible. “Wait. I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated and angry and I really want to fucking touch you.”
“It’s fine. I get it. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to push.” Claude turned to give Sidney a resigned smile. “Go to sleep. Give me a call when you wake up, eh? I promise I won’t bring it up again.”
“Okay,” Sidney said quietly. He puckered his lips and made an exaggerated kissing noise, which made him feel like an idiot but brought another of those stupid, gap toothed smiles to Claude’s face. “Talk to you later. Have a good morning.”
“Sweet dreams. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
Sidney ended the call with a smile, then rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. He busied himself for a few minutes with pulling off his soiled underwear, using them to mop up the rest of his come before it dried in his pubes.
He thought about Claude, half a world away and getting ready for his day. His season in Philadelphia might’ve been over, well before Sidney’s was, but he wasn’t wallowing in defeat. He was moving forward, getting himself ready to compete for a gold medal by doing what he did best.
Sidney picked up his phone again. It was still really late, but he didn’t dwell on the time. He just scrolled through his contacts until he found Jim Nill’s name.
Don’t suppose you have room for one more over at Hockey Canada?
