penguin shuffle

16 AND 23

(First huge fight and A sexy touch in a not necessarily sexy place)

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It starts at a bar. Sid’s been counting—wishes he could stop himself, wishes he didn’t know Geno doesn’t have the excuse of alcohol for the way he’s pushing into some stranger’s space like he’s back on the ice, staring him down, chin jutting out like Wanna go? wanna fucking try me?

And it might not have gone anywhere except the guy isn’t backing down—there’s sweat on his face and buddies at his back telling Sid how this is going to go before the first punch is thrown. 

"Hey." Sid’s on his feet, captain’s voice deafening even in the noise of the bar. The guy hesitates, but Geno only goes still for a second. ”Hey,” Sid growls, louder this time as he moves closer. Geno doesn’t even turn. “We are not here for this.” 

Geno’s eyes snap to him, so furious it almost makes Sid flinch. Almost. “What here for, Sid?” he snarls, and tries to shove him. 

There’s some shit Sid will put up with—but not this, not from Geno, not today. 

He dodges—it’s not hard; Sid thinks Geno didn’t think it through—and grabs Geno by the back of the neck. He meant to catch his shirt, but most of his grip is on the bare skin at Geno’s nape, soft curls there still damp from the showers. He digs his fingers in, not to hurt, just to keep him still. 

"Enough," Sid growls, and gives Geno the smallest of shakes. 

And Geno—Geno gasps.

Geno’s mouth stays slack, full lips wet as he shudders in another breath. Sid can feel his pulse spike under his fingertips, dimly aware that the stranger and his friends are choosing this moment to blend frantically back into the crowd. Sid frowns, squeezes until Geno looks at him—his eyes are blown dark, wide and hungry and scared. 

Oh.

Sid keeps his hand where it is, sure if he takes it away Geno will fall, or bolt, or both. He leans in slow, makes sure Geno is tracking his movements. “I’m going to take you home,” Sid says, and Geno makes a noise in the back of his throat. “And we’re going to talk about this.” 

The noise this time is less pleased and more grumbly, and there’s something so familiar in it that Sid grins, lopsided and relieved. He can only do this with Geno if he’s in it like he’s on Sid’s team, like he’s been at Sid’s side since the day they met. “Hm?” he prompts, and gives Geno’s neck a final squeeze. 

"Yes. Good," Geno gets out, but he’s looking at Sid like he does on the ice—ready to follow his lead. And, well, as far as first fights go, this one could’ve gone a lot worse.