[fanfiction] baseball rps
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Baseball RPS, Troy Tulowitzki/Matt Holliday, PG
550 words
I do not own these boys. They're not even my team, usually. But I have love to spare these days.
Troy’s kissing everyone because he’s a little drunk and, well, because he’s Troy, and no one is pushing him away. They’re not really kissing him back, though; they accept it with a laugh and scream something involving the letters “C” and “S”.
He’s confident that he’ll hit everyone before the night is over. It’s a challenge to add to the excitement of the celebration. It’s fun.
When he finally spots Helton away from the cameras he’s even got the guts to kiss him. Helton looks a little concerned as he pulls away, probably because of the way Troy is swaying before him, but the shortstop is gone again, throwing himself on more unassuming players, before he can say anything.
Atkins gets a second kiss, just because he’s in the right place at the right time. Hawpe nearly does, too, but he ducks away first. Troy looks around him in a haze and wishes he were sober enough to remember whom he’s already gotten to. Everyone’s starting to taste the same, identical mixtures of beer and champagne, and it’s getting annoying. What’s the point of this if it’s never different? (Where does the fun go then?)
“Don’t make an ass of yourself, Troy.”
Troy looks up at Matt and grins. “I haven’t kissed you yet, have I?”
“It’s hard to believe you missed anyone.”
Troy tries to lift his head to meet Matt’s but he can’t and he realizes that Holliday’s got a firm grip on his right arm, keeping him in place. He makes a small attempt to fight the hold but he’s already aware of how impossible that would be. Balls don’t fly so hard from that arm for no reason. So he tries something else.
“Does it still hurt?” Troy’s left arm reaches up to brush against Holliday’s chin. He’s surprised by the wince at his touch but that doesn’t stop him. The wound is already less noticeable than it was a few days before and this disappoints Troy. It’s a badge of honor, the symbol of how hard they’ve had to fight not to lose.
“It burns a bit,” Matt says in a hushed voice.
Troy nods and does not lean in for a kiss when his arm is released because Matt is already taking care of that. Their mouths meet and Troy immediately shoves his tongue out, searching for a new taste beneath the surface alcohol. He half expects it to taste like homeruns and a batting title but in the end it just tastes like Matt, steady and hardworking Matt, and oh God, why is he pulling away?
Matt does not end the kiss with a laugh like everyone else had. He just smiles and shakes his head when Troy looks up with eyes clearly wanting more. He presses his mouth to Troy’s ear. “Next time. When we’re going to the big one.”
This is enough to satisfy Troy, and he suspects that this would be so even if his head weren’t so foggy. He nods and scans the room, his earlier quest not entirely forgotten, when he hears his name behind him. He turns and finds Holliday still watching him.
“You missed Fuentes. And Baker.”
Troy processes this carefully and sends a saucy grin over his shoulder before sauntering away to conclude his mission.
Mostly unrelated note: Jeff Francis post-game interviews ftw!
Baseball RPS, Troy Tulowitzki/Matt Holliday, PG
550 words
I do not own these boys. They're not even my team, usually. But I have love to spare these days.
Troy’s kissing everyone because he’s a little drunk and, well, because he’s Troy, and no one is pushing him away. They’re not really kissing him back, though; they accept it with a laugh and scream something involving the letters “C” and “S”.
He’s confident that he’ll hit everyone before the night is over. It’s a challenge to add to the excitement of the celebration. It’s fun.
When he finally spots Helton away from the cameras he’s even got the guts to kiss him. Helton looks a little concerned as he pulls away, probably because of the way Troy is swaying before him, but the shortstop is gone again, throwing himself on more unassuming players, before he can say anything.
Atkins gets a second kiss, just because he’s in the right place at the right time. Hawpe nearly does, too, but he ducks away first. Troy looks around him in a haze and wishes he were sober enough to remember whom he’s already gotten to. Everyone’s starting to taste the same, identical mixtures of beer and champagne, and it’s getting annoying. What’s the point of this if it’s never different? (Where does the fun go then?)
“Don’t make an ass of yourself, Troy.”
Troy looks up at Matt and grins. “I haven’t kissed you yet, have I?”
“It’s hard to believe you missed anyone.”
Troy tries to lift his head to meet Matt’s but he can’t and he realizes that Holliday’s got a firm grip on his right arm, keeping him in place. He makes a small attempt to fight the hold but he’s already aware of how impossible that would be. Balls don’t fly so hard from that arm for no reason. So he tries something else.
“Does it still hurt?” Troy’s left arm reaches up to brush against Holliday’s chin. He’s surprised by the wince at his touch but that doesn’t stop him. The wound is already less noticeable than it was a few days before and this disappoints Troy. It’s a badge of honor, the symbol of how hard they’ve had to fight not to lose.
“It burns a bit,” Matt says in a hushed voice.
Troy nods and does not lean in for a kiss when his arm is released because Matt is already taking care of that. Their mouths meet and Troy immediately shoves his tongue out, searching for a new taste beneath the surface alcohol. He half expects it to taste like homeruns and a batting title but in the end it just tastes like Matt, steady and hardworking Matt, and oh God, why is he pulling away?
Matt does not end the kiss with a laugh like everyone else had. He just smiles and shakes his head when Troy looks up with eyes clearly wanting more. He presses his mouth to Troy’s ear. “Next time. When we’re going to the big one.”
This is enough to satisfy Troy, and he suspects that this would be so even if his head weren’t so foggy. He nods and scans the room, his earlier quest not entirely forgotten, when he hears his name behind him. He turns and finds Holliday still watching him.
“You missed Fuentes. And Baker.”
Troy processes this carefully and sends a saucy grin over his shoulder before sauntering away to conclude his mission.
Mostly unrelated note: Jeff Francis post-game interviews ftw!