#cap!geno brainrot strikes again sorry

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prompt: "tell me the truth"

so i fell asleep LMAO but @samforscum requested this over in sidgeno central so here i am. nsfw under the cut, but i don't think it's anything too crazy. also features cap!geno, if anyone is into that at all. hope you enjoy!

"Tell me the truth," Sid whispered.

Zhenya shifted beside him, burying his face into the crook of Sid's neck. He should've known Sid would be persistent about this. Sid was persistent about everything: winning the Cup, beating his friends at pool, getting Zhenya into bed. Why would he be any different about this?

"We talk later," Zhenya said, biting down onto the sensitive skin there. That did the trick; Sid sighed and squirmed in his arms, pressing his ass back onto Zhenya's growing erection. They'd already gone once, and they really should get some rest. It was a big day tomorrow—the start of their series against each other. The winner went to the conference finals, one step closer to the ultimate dream. But that was tomorrow. Right now, Zhenya was throwing his leg over Sid's waist and slipping his dick between Sid's ass cheeks, still so wet and slick from earlier.

"Geno," Sid gasped. He felt Sid's grip tighten on Zhenya's wrist, and when Zhenya dragged his hand down to Sid's leaking cock, Sid didn't protest. He bucked when Zhenya got a hand around him. "Geno—wait, you have to tell me."

"Tell you after." Zhenya rocked his hips faster and sped up his hand on Sid's dick.

"No," Sid insisted. He smacked Zhenya's hand on his dick and rolled away.

Zhenya groaned. He really didn't want to have this talk right now. "Sid, please," he said. "Why you do this now?"

"Because I need to know," Sid said. He rubbed circled into his temple, then dropped his hand. "It's important to me. So I want you to tell me the truth."

"Sid—we together now. Tomorrow we play."

"Well, it's not like I can ask you tomorrow." Sid's brows were furrowed in frustration, contrasting the deep flush of his skin and his unsteady breathing. "Tell me you won't hold back tomorrow," he said slowly. "Tell me you won't tell your team to hold back. Tell me I'm getting you and your team at their best."

Zhenya had watched Sid and the Penguins make it so close last year, only to fail on their home ice. Sid's eyes were a blotchy, swollen red when he came to Zhenya afterward. Zhenya had given Sid what he wanted that night—wordlessly fucked him as hard as he asked for it—so why couldn't Sid give him the same tonight? Zhenya just wanted to hold him, to be with him. Why couldn't Sid see that?

"I'm not hold back," Zhenya said finally. Was that even an option? Zhenya wanted the Cup just as much as Sid did. Zhenya had been chosen by the Capitols over Sasha, and so many thought that had been a terrible mistake. They still do, and Zhenya worked hard to prove them all wrong. A Cup would be the shut them up for good. A Cup was his dream, had been his dream for so long. But now...

"Sid—we play tomorrow. Better team will win. But now—just us. Not want Cup now. Now I want you."

Sid melted. "Geno..." He pounced, throwing himself at Zhenya and pulling him into a searing kiss.