Fic :: (Adam/Kelly) "something to show me"
Title: something to show me
Pairing: Kelly Johnson/ Adam LaRoche
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive?)
Summary: Kelly's hitting feels off. (in the same verse as according to all sources in my head.)
Author's Notes: So this is like 90% openice's fault for asking for this to cheer her up and 10% me being a nerd. Also works for my schmoop_bingo prompt "watching the game" so, double score! .... I'm going to hades, aren't I?
There was just something wrong. Even at practice Kelly’s muscles felt too tight. He tried to explain it to the hitting coach but no one seemed to be listening. So he stepped up to the plate the first time feeling that weird sense of … just not being right. One, two, three, but it was as good as done with one. He might as well be playing little league.
He kept the expletive to himself when he got into the dugout. He listened but didn’t register whatever the hitting coach was telling him and then gave the proper nod. He sat on the edge and watched as his teammates went up and came back. Everyone was doing varying degrees of awful. It was that time of game, that type of season.
The defense felt better at least, even with the din of the crowd he was given the chance to just inhale, the exhale, the silence, the game, the ball. It was as easy to him as breathing. He didn’t feel off, he felt completely on.
It was somewhere between the run between the field and the dug out where he lost it and he went through one more inning where he whiffed the ball before he finally started to let the annoyance take hold.
Adam noticed, he always did. Kelly had half thought that the time they weren’t teammates might make it fade, but apparently not. He sat down next to Kelly all casual, handing him the bag of sunflower seeds he knew that Kelly would wave off.
“Take a step back,” Adam’s eyes were on the grass, Miggy on deck and Young hitting. “Breathe, man.”
Kelly took a swig of water and spit it on the ground. “Got that. Thanks.”
“You need to breathe.”
A hand landed on the top of Kelly’s thigh and all of a sudden his eyes were right on Adam’s hands and breathing wasn’t his first thought. There was gloves and clothes between the two of them but he could swear he felt skin against his. He exhaled. The people around them were loud enough to make the lack of distance between them unnecessary. Kelly almost didn’t care, it felt a little more dangerous like that.
“Your grip is off. Just relax a bit and you might be able to get somewhere.”
Truth was Adam was trying to help him and he could even see where he was coming from, but the low voice and proximity was just dirty pool.
Kelly leaned a fraction of an inch over, even more risky and he knew. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind showing me the proper grip.”
Adam pulled back and choked. He bent his head to face toward the wall. Kelly gave a ‘helpful’ pat on his lower back’. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’ve been told that,” Kelly laughed.
“LaRoche,” Gibson called. “You’re up.”
“Yes, I am.”
Adam hit a single, Drew popped out and Kelly hit a home run. Not that he would say it, but all he really had to do was relax a little.
Pairing: Kelly Johnson/ Adam LaRoche
Rating: PG-13 (suggestive?)
Summary: Kelly's hitting feels off. (in the same verse as according to all sources in my head.)
Author's Notes: So this is like 90% openice's fault for asking for this to cheer her up and 10% me being a nerd. Also works for my schmoop_bingo prompt "watching the game" so, double score! .... I'm going to hades, aren't I?
There was just something wrong. Even at practice Kelly’s muscles felt too tight. He tried to explain it to the hitting coach but no one seemed to be listening. So he stepped up to the plate the first time feeling that weird sense of … just not being right. One, two, three, but it was as good as done with one. He might as well be playing little league.
He kept the expletive to himself when he got into the dugout. He listened but didn’t register whatever the hitting coach was telling him and then gave the proper nod. He sat on the edge and watched as his teammates went up and came back. Everyone was doing varying degrees of awful. It was that time of game, that type of season.
The defense felt better at least, even with the din of the crowd he was given the chance to just inhale, the exhale, the silence, the game, the ball. It was as easy to him as breathing. He didn’t feel off, he felt completely on.
It was somewhere between the run between the field and the dug out where he lost it and he went through one more inning where he whiffed the ball before he finally started to let the annoyance take hold.
Adam noticed, he always did. Kelly had half thought that the time they weren’t teammates might make it fade, but apparently not. He sat down next to Kelly all casual, handing him the bag of sunflower seeds he knew that Kelly would wave off.
“Take a step back,” Adam’s eyes were on the grass, Miggy on deck and Young hitting. “Breathe, man.”
Kelly took a swig of water and spit it on the ground. “Got that. Thanks.”
“You need to breathe.”
A hand landed on the top of Kelly’s thigh and all of a sudden his eyes were right on Adam’s hands and breathing wasn’t his first thought. There was gloves and clothes between the two of them but he could swear he felt skin against his. He exhaled. The people around them were loud enough to make the lack of distance between them unnecessary. Kelly almost didn’t care, it felt a little more dangerous like that.
“Your grip is off. Just relax a bit and you might be able to get somewhere.”
Truth was Adam was trying to help him and he could even see where he was coming from, but the low voice and proximity was just dirty pool.
Kelly leaned a fraction of an inch over, even more risky and he knew. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind showing me the proper grip.”
Adam pulled back and choked. He bent his head to face toward the wall. Kelly gave a ‘helpful’ pat on his lower back’. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’ve been told that,” Kelly laughed.
“LaRoche,” Gibson called. “You’re up.”
“Yes, I am.”
Adam hit a single, Drew popped out and Kelly hit a home run. Not that he would say it, but all he really had to do was relax a little.