@your penpal au. sidney keeps writing letters but stops putting a return address cause he can't stand to see them come back to him. his rookie season he wraps up one of his jerseys and sends it with a just a kiss and a scrap of paper that says 'thank you'.
oHHHHH MYYYY GODDDD IM CRYING IN DA CLUB
another way the reveal could’ve gone, if Sidney keeps sending jerseys if he needs a win badly:
“Sid, what you doing?” Geno asks, while Sidney hurriedly puts the jersey down after a kiss. Shit. The locker room was supposed to be empty. Maybe he really should’ve done this at home, but…he was afraid that he’d chicken out. “You send jersey to secret admirer?”
Geno is the nosiest fucking person on the planet, so there’s no avoiding him. Sidney sighs and stuffs the jersey in the envelope. “Just…superstitions.”
“Worried for tomorrow’s game? Not see you send jerseys ever like this. Is to girlfriend, isn’t it? See you kiss,” Geno adds teasingly.
“I just…if I send this, I’ll feel better,” Sidney says. His arms feel like jelly, and he can see Geno trying to peer at the address. “Excuse me.”
He drops it, of course, he drops the fucking thing. Geno gets to it first, handing it over to Sidney immediately.
“Here, Sid–” He pauses. Stares at the address. At the sharpied ‘To: Zhenya’ and the Magnitogorsk address, an years-old memorized thing, It’s home. But Geno must know it’s a guy name.
“It’s just to a friend,” Sidney blabbers, like he does when he’s nervous, snatching the package back. “We used to be pen pals. It’s a stupid exchange thing, from grade school. I–I didn’t have any friends besides him, and I’m pretty sure the jerseys never make it to him, I keep getting those ‘Return to Sender’ things, but uh–it makes me feel better if I–he’s really important to me–”
Geno kisses him silent. Sidney melts into it, closing his eyes involuntarily and moans, his mouth opening. He feels Geno slip his tongue inside.
Sidney pushes him off after a while. “What the–Geno–what are you–”
Geno’s eyes are bright, his cheeks flushed. “Hi, Sidney,” Geno says, his voice wavering a bit. “Nice to finally meet. I’m Evgeni. From Magnitogorsk. You use my nickname.”
“Yes, I know–” Sidney says. Then stops. Evgeni. Geno. Nickname. Zhenya. “Oh my God.”
“I’m take jersey now,” Geno says, like the ass he is, as he holds the envelop close to his heart. “Thank you. Big win for us tomorrow now.”
“Geno,” Sidney breathes. “You–”
“Think Sid forget about me,” Geno continues, pulling Sidney in. “Think he gone forever, after the birthday letter.”
“I could never,” Sidney says. He doesn’t know if he needs to laugh or cry hysterically. “You were my–Geno, I was in love with you.”
“I’m still in love with you,” Geno says. And he says it so matter of factly that Sidney does finally burst out laughing, in ridiculous giggles that Geno eventually kisses away.