Without You ~ {David Wright/Xavier Nady}
Title: Without You
Pairing: David Wright/Xavier Nady
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. I'm not making money. This only happened in my head.
Notes: Wrote this because I miss X being our right-fielder and I hope he starts to feel better. That and I like to whore David out to pretty much everyone. ;) Enjoy. Comments are love.
David tightens his grip around the thermos in his hands. As he slowly walks into the hotel suite his eyes fell on Xavier, who is laying on the couch in a pair of old jeans and a white undershirt. His head resting on a pillow. He looks worn, and tired.
"Hey buddy." David says moving toward him.
Xavier smiles. "You're here."
"Of course I am. I said I would be, didn't I?"
"It's a long trip."
David just shrugs.
"What's that?" Xavier asks, eyeing the thermos.
"Oh, this?" David sits down on the floor next to the couch. "Brought you some soup. Though, it's probably cold by now." He says sheepishly.
Xavier rolls his head to the side to face him. "Thank you." He sighs, his smiling fading slightly. "Maybe...I'll have it in a little bit."
David places the thermos on the ground next to him. He studies his face. Xavier looks thinner then the last time he had seen him. "How you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Liar."
Xavier laughs.
"When did you start feeling...it?"
He thinks for a moment. "Last Sunday, after practice."
"And when did you tell anyone?"
"Tuesday. That's when they brought me to the hospital." The look on David's face made him laugh again. "What?"
"You did the same thing last June." He says creasing his forehead.
"How so?"
"Um, you played in a game a few hours before having to be rushed to the hospital for emergency appendectomy."
Xavier grins. "We won that game, didn't we?"
David laughs. "I've missed you, you crazy freak." He rests his arm up on the couch, leaning it against Xavier's side. "Wish I could of had you around late last season."
Xavier nods. Between him getting traded and Cliff Floyd always being hurt, there was never a constant big bat hitting sixth behind David in the lineup. He didn't have any good protection through August or September. David saw bad pitches, got walked, and his power numbers dropped off from what was an amazing first half.
"Well, you guys got Alou now. The old guy can still hit."
David smirks and shifts up onto his knees, moving closer to him. He leans over Xavier and runs a hand through his soft, dark hair. "That's not what I meant."
He just smiles back.
David lowers his mouth to just below his jaw and traces kissed down his neck.
Xavier closes his eyes and leans into the touch, David's hair brushing across his cheek. In a moment he is brought back to the last time they were together.
It was September and the Mets were in Pittsburgh for a three game series. They were merely one win away from being Eastern Division Champs and the first team of the season to clinch the postseason. Surely they would get that win against the lowly Pirates. But, with two game done and two games lost, the champagne bottle still sat uncorked.
The night before the last game Xavier had successfully made it into David's hotel room without being seen. Most of the guys were hold up in their own rooms, wanting to save up their parting for when they finally won. They were able to have a quite night.
Xavier was laying back on the bed with his former teammate straddling his lap.
"Can't believe we lost two in a row to you guys." David had said idly, as he traced his fingers lightly across the muscles of Xavier's torso.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He said, propping himself up on his elbows.
David smirked. "I'm just saying..."
Xavier reached a hand up to the back of David's neck, firmly pulling him closer so their faces were barely touching. "Maybe I'm just trying to keep you guys from celebrating on my field." He pulls harder and brings him into a kiss.
In one swift motion he rolls David's onto his back, lips not breaking until Xavier lifted his head to look down at him. David's eyes were shining and he had a smile that was so natural and seemingly permanent. His skin was still tan from a summer of baseball.
"You know you're invited to come party with us if we win."
"Don't think that will go over too well with my teammates."
"Your choice." David tightened his legs around his waist and ran a hand up his back. Xavier leaned back down for another kiss.
He would never have to make the decision, however. The Mets would lose again the next day. Two days later they would defeat the Marlins and finally celebrate. At home, in Shea.
Xavier opens his eyes. He brings a hand to David's chin and tilts his face up.
"I've missed this. Missed you. But, it's just..."
"What?" David says softly.
"They didn't have me doing anything at practice today, but I was still up and moving around." He sighs. "I wish I-I mean, it would take all I got to just sit up right now."
David nods. "I understand." He runs a thumb along Xavier's cheek. "You're going to be okay, right?"
He smiles. "I'll be running around again in a few days, don't worry."
"When do you find out of it's..."
"Crohn's?"
"...Yeah."
"Sometimes next week. They're talking about maybe flying me back up to Pittsburgh for some tests. I'm sure it'll all end up being nothing though."
"But what if-"
"I don't like 'what if's."
David bits the corner of his mouth and squeezes a hand on Xavier's shoulder. There's worry in his eyes.
Xavier presses their foreheads together. "David. I'm going to be fine."
He kisses him hard. "You better be."
Pairing: David Wright/Xavier Nady
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know them. Don't own them. I'm not making money. This only happened in my head.
Notes: Wrote this because I miss X being our right-fielder and I hope he starts to feel better. That and I like to whore David out to pretty much everyone. ;) Enjoy. Comments are love.
David tightens his grip around the thermos in his hands. As he slowly walks into the hotel suite his eyes fell on Xavier, who is laying on the couch in a pair of old jeans and a white undershirt. His head resting on a pillow. He looks worn, and tired.
"Hey buddy." David says moving toward him.
Xavier smiles. "You're here."
"Of course I am. I said I would be, didn't I?"
"It's a long trip."
David just shrugs.
"What's that?" Xavier asks, eyeing the thermos.
"Oh, this?" David sits down on the floor next to the couch. "Brought you some soup. Though, it's probably cold by now." He says sheepishly.
Xavier rolls his head to the side to face him. "Thank you." He sighs, his smiling fading slightly. "Maybe...I'll have it in a little bit."
David places the thermos on the ground next to him. He studies his face. Xavier looks thinner then the last time he had seen him. "How you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Liar."
Xavier laughs.
"When did you start feeling...it?"
He thinks for a moment. "Last Sunday, after practice."
"And when did you tell anyone?"
"Tuesday. That's when they brought me to the hospital." The look on David's face made him laugh again. "What?"
"You did the same thing last June." He says creasing his forehead.
"How so?"
"Um, you played in a game a few hours before having to be rushed to the hospital for emergency appendectomy."
Xavier grins. "We won that game, didn't we?"
David laughs. "I've missed you, you crazy freak." He rests his arm up on the couch, leaning it against Xavier's side. "Wish I could of had you around late last season."
Xavier nods. Between him getting traded and Cliff Floyd always being hurt, there was never a constant big bat hitting sixth behind David in the lineup. He didn't have any good protection through August or September. David saw bad pitches, got walked, and his power numbers dropped off from what was an amazing first half.
"Well, you guys got Alou now. The old guy can still hit."
David smirks and shifts up onto his knees, moving closer to him. He leans over Xavier and runs a hand through his soft, dark hair. "That's not what I meant."
He just smiles back.
David lowers his mouth to just below his jaw and traces kissed down his neck.
Xavier closes his eyes and leans into the touch, David's hair brushing across his cheek. In a moment he is brought back to the last time they were together.
It was September and the Mets were in Pittsburgh for a three game series. They were merely one win away from being Eastern Division Champs and the first team of the season to clinch the postseason. Surely they would get that win against the lowly Pirates. But, with two game done and two games lost, the champagne bottle still sat uncorked.
The night before the last game Xavier had successfully made it into David's hotel room without being seen. Most of the guys were hold up in their own rooms, wanting to save up their parting for when they finally won. They were able to have a quite night.
Xavier was laying back on the bed with his former teammate straddling his lap.
"Can't believe we lost two in a row to you guys." David had said idly, as he traced his fingers lightly across the muscles of Xavier's torso.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He said, propping himself up on his elbows.
David smirked. "I'm just saying..."
Xavier reached a hand up to the back of David's neck, firmly pulling him closer so their faces were barely touching. "Maybe I'm just trying to keep you guys from celebrating on my field." He pulls harder and brings him into a kiss.
In one swift motion he rolls David's onto his back, lips not breaking until Xavier lifted his head to look down at him. David's eyes were shining and he had a smile that was so natural and seemingly permanent. His skin was still tan from a summer of baseball.
"You know you're invited to come party with us if we win."
"Don't think that will go over too well with my teammates."
"Your choice." David tightened his legs around his waist and ran a hand up his back. Xavier leaned back down for another kiss.
He would never have to make the decision, however. The Mets would lose again the next day. Two days later they would defeat the Marlins and finally celebrate. At home, in Shea.
Xavier opens his eyes. He brings a hand to David's chin and tilts his face up.
"I've missed this. Missed you. But, it's just..."
"What?" David says softly.
"They didn't have me doing anything at practice today, but I was still up and moving around." He sighs. "I wish I-I mean, it would take all I got to just sit up right now."
David nods. "I understand." He runs a thumb along Xavier's cheek. "You're going to be okay, right?"
He smiles. "I'll be running around again in a few days, don't worry."
"When do you find out of it's..."
"Crohn's?"
"...Yeah."
"Sometimes next week. They're talking about maybe flying me back up to Pittsburgh for some tests. I'm sure it'll all end up being nothing though."
"But what if-"
"I don't like 'what if's."
David bits the corner of his mouth and squeezes a hand on Xavier's shoulder. There's worry in his eyes.
Xavier presses their foreheads together. "David. I'm going to be fine."
He kisses him hard. "You better be."