Baseball RPS: These Little Conversations
Title: These Little Conversations
Fandom: Baseball RPS
Pairing: Jeter/A-Rod
Rating: Mature
Word count: 615
Summary: Alex wants Derek to know that he got there first.
Note: This is for solookup for help_haiti.
These Little Conversations
By Lenore
"So, I just wanted to say. You know. That I got there first." This is how Alex greets him, as if they're already in the middle of a conversation. Derek can't remember the last time Alex started a call with a simple "hello."
"Yeah?" Derek crooks the phone against his ear. Sweat stings his eyes. Alex has a knack for catching him on the treadmill. Sometimes he wonders if there's a hidden camera in his house or something.
"You know I was!" Alex insists hotly.
"Mm." Derek has mastered the fine art of saying nothing while sounding vaguely like he's agreeing for just such situations as these, when he has no idea what Alex is talking about.
"Why didn't you tell me, D?" Alex's voice goes soft, a little hurt.
Derek tries to think of something he's held back, but there's nothing. And everything. He still has no idea what Alex means. "I don't know." This seems as good an answer as any.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Alex sighs. "You don't owe me anything. I'll talk to you later."
Alex hangs up, and Derek runs half a mile in peace before the phone is ringing again.
"What I'm saying is that we have a history together," Alex begins as soon as Derek answers.
"Yep."
"And that counts for something, right?"
Derek shrugs, even though Alex can't see him. "Sure."
"So, so, that's not going to change," Alex says firmly, like he's putting his foot down.
"Okay." Derek doesn't bother to point out that it's not actually possible to change history. Alex sounds so proud of himself for insisting.
"Damn straight."
The phone goes dead in Derek's ear.
The next time Alex calls, Derek has finished his run and has moved on to stretching.
"It's just that some people make lists, you know?"
"Lists?" Derek is only half listening, trying to concentrate on his flexibility exercises.
"Of exceptions?"
Derek rolls his eyes. "I'm pretty sure no one actually does that."
Alex hangs up in a huff.
Derek considers just ignoring the next call, but Alex gets persistent when he's trying to say something and failing miserably.
"I'm going to suck your cock the next time I see you." Alex blurts out, his voice low and throaty and determined.
"Yeah?" Derek adjusts himself. Maybe he's not so sorry he picked up the phone after all.
"Yeah," Alex tells him emphatically. "Until you can't even breathe it's so good, and then I'm going to let you fuck me. So long and hard all I can do is say your name and beg.”
"You're good at that.” Derek runs a hand along his thigh, over sweatpants that are damp from his workout. He wouldn't mind hearing some of that begging right about now.
But Alex just declares pissily, "Fuck yeah, and you'd better not forget it,” and hangs up. Again. Derek shakes his head as he finally puts it together. So that's what this is all about.
This time, he calls Alex, who answers on the first ring. "I'm fucking serious, Derek-"
"Just shut up and listen,” Derek tells him. "One, I'm not getting married. Two, you of all people should know better than to believe everything you read in the papers. And three-" He hesitates a moment, deciding whether he really wants to say it or not, and then his voice drops lower. "You're always the exception.”
A second of pin-drop silence passes before Alex says softly, "D.” There's a world of promises in that one little letter.
Derek flops back onto the couch, legs sprawled, smiling. "So, tell me more about what you're going to do the next you see me…”
Fandom: Baseball RPS
Pairing: Jeter/A-Rod
Rating: Mature
Word count: 615
Summary: Alex wants Derek to know that he got there first.
Note: This is for solookup for help_haiti.
These Little Conversations
By Lenore
"So, I just wanted to say. You know. That I got there first." This is how Alex greets him, as if they're already in the middle of a conversation. Derek can't remember the last time Alex started a call with a simple "hello."
"Yeah?" Derek crooks the phone against his ear. Sweat stings his eyes. Alex has a knack for catching him on the treadmill. Sometimes he wonders if there's a hidden camera in his house or something.
"You know I was!" Alex insists hotly.
"Mm." Derek has mastered the fine art of saying nothing while sounding vaguely like he's agreeing for just such situations as these, when he has no idea what Alex is talking about.
"Why didn't you tell me, D?" Alex's voice goes soft, a little hurt.
Derek tries to think of something he's held back, but there's nothing. And everything. He still has no idea what Alex means. "I don't know." This seems as good an answer as any.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Alex sighs. "You don't owe me anything. I'll talk to you later."
Alex hangs up, and Derek runs half a mile in peace before the phone is ringing again.
"What I'm saying is that we have a history together," Alex begins as soon as Derek answers.
"Yep."
"And that counts for something, right?"
Derek shrugs, even though Alex can't see him. "Sure."
"So, so, that's not going to change," Alex says firmly, like he's putting his foot down.
"Okay." Derek doesn't bother to point out that it's not actually possible to change history. Alex sounds so proud of himself for insisting.
"Damn straight."
The phone goes dead in Derek's ear.
The next time Alex calls, Derek has finished his run and has moved on to stretching.
"It's just that some people make lists, you know?"
"Lists?" Derek is only half listening, trying to concentrate on his flexibility exercises.
"Of exceptions?"
Derek rolls his eyes. "I'm pretty sure no one actually does that."
Alex hangs up in a huff.
Derek considers just ignoring the next call, but Alex gets persistent when he's trying to say something and failing miserably.
"I'm going to suck your cock the next time I see you." Alex blurts out, his voice low and throaty and determined.
"Yeah?" Derek adjusts himself. Maybe he's not so sorry he picked up the phone after all.
"Yeah," Alex tells him emphatically. "Until you can't even breathe it's so good, and then I'm going to let you fuck me. So long and hard all I can do is say your name and beg.”
"You're good at that.” Derek runs a hand along his thigh, over sweatpants that are damp from his workout. He wouldn't mind hearing some of that begging right about now.
But Alex just declares pissily, "Fuck yeah, and you'd better not forget it,” and hangs up. Again. Derek shakes his head as he finally puts it together. So that's what this is all about.
This time, he calls Alex, who answers on the first ring. "I'm fucking serious, Derek-"
"Just shut up and listen,” Derek tells him. "One, I'm not getting married. Two, you of all people should know better than to believe everything you read in the papers. And three-" He hesitates a moment, deciding whether he really wants to say it or not, and then his voice drops lower. "You're always the exception.”
A second of pin-drop silence passes before Alex says softly, "D.” There's a world of promises in that one little letter.
Derek flops back onto the couch, legs sprawled, smiling. "So, tell me more about what you're going to do the next you see me…”