Camera Whore
Title: Camera Whore
Fandom: RSP; MLB; Toronto Blue Jays
Pairing: Aaron Hill/Adam Lind
Rating: Um, like PG?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Adam Lind or Aaron Hill. This never happened, that I know of. So, ha you can't sue me...I hope.
A/N: Yeah, so I wrote this in like 15 minutes, it's probably not good. Oh and obviously, if you've watched the games recently this makes A LOT more sense.
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It was completely ridiculous, he knew, to be jealous of the camera. But he just couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of his stomach when Adam pressed his lips to that camera.
It was a new thing, Aaron noticed. He wondered why Adam did it? Luck? Random urge? He didn’t know and as badly as he wanted to ask he didn’t think he could do it without coming across as envious.
Like he said, completely and utterly ridiculous. And yet, he wished Adam would keep belting them, so he could see…
Aaron sighed. He’d has this…fantasy for awhile now. It wasn’t very clear, almost like a dream he couldn’t remember. Blurry around the edges, you know? But it was about Adam…and he just couldn’t concentrate around the kid. He felt nervous and off. Like a teenaged girl with a crush. But, then again, that is pretty much what he was, minus the girl part. And teenaged.
So, the next time he Adam hit one, Aaron walked into the walkway, not seeing him round the bases, like a puppy learning to walk, not seeing him kiss the camera again.
He stood in that hall, breathing heavily, feel rather creepy. He pushed the thoughts away and just as he was heading back, there was Adam. Just standing there. Staring. Aaron shook, feeling like a puppy who just peed on the carpet, like Adam was actually going to scold him.
But he didn’t. He just. Stared.
“Well?” Aaron snapped. Adam’s gaze was becoming penetrating. What if he knew what Aaron had been thinking? Adam, peanut butter and handc--
No, he couldn’t possibly know. But then why was he staring at him like that?
Adam smiled, melting Aaron just a little bit. “Nothing.”
Aaron tilted his head, a million questions in his eyes. But he let them go. “Let’s get back out there,” he said, hitting him on the back and moving passed Adam. Or, well, trying to anyway.
Adam reached for his wrist, holding him there. Not that Aaron could have moved. He was captivated.
He reached out, hand on Aaron’s neck. He leaned forward, breath hot on his lips. Aaron shuddered, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. He opened them a second later, trying to regain control he could feel sipping away.
Adam closed the gap between them, catching Aaron’s gasp on his lips. Aaron’s hands went to his back grasping at the jersey.
Aaron wasn’t sure who broke the kiss, he just felt the pressure and heat leave his lips and that he felt cold. The feeling left him feeling oddly shaken.
Adam smirked. “You don’t have to be jealous you know.”
He squirmed. “What?”
Adam just smiled at him. He walked Aaron back against the wall. “I said, you don’t have to be jealous.”
“I--I--um I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered.
“Sure you do, after all, why else would you be in here?”
“I--uh.”
“Exactly.”
Aaron smiled. “Oh shut up.”
Adam smiled back. “Gladly.”
He had better things to do with his mouth.
Fandom: RSP; MLB; Toronto Blue Jays
Pairing: Aaron Hill/Adam Lind
Rating: Um, like PG?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Adam Lind or Aaron Hill. This never happened, that I know of. So, ha you can't sue me...I hope.
A/N: Yeah, so I wrote this in like 15 minutes, it's probably not good. Oh and obviously, if you've watched the games recently this makes A LOT more sense.
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It was completely ridiculous, he knew, to be jealous of the camera. But he just couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of his stomach when Adam pressed his lips to that camera.
It was a new thing, Aaron noticed. He wondered why Adam did it? Luck? Random urge? He didn’t know and as badly as he wanted to ask he didn’t think he could do it without coming across as envious.
Like he said, completely and utterly ridiculous. And yet, he wished Adam would keep belting them, so he could see…
Aaron sighed. He’d has this…fantasy for awhile now. It wasn’t very clear, almost like a dream he couldn’t remember. Blurry around the edges, you know? But it was about Adam…and he just couldn’t concentrate around the kid. He felt nervous and off. Like a teenaged girl with a crush. But, then again, that is pretty much what he was, minus the girl part. And teenaged.
So, the next time he Adam hit one, Aaron walked into the walkway, not seeing him round the bases, like a puppy learning to walk, not seeing him kiss the camera again.
He stood in that hall, breathing heavily, feel rather creepy. He pushed the thoughts away and just as he was heading back, there was Adam. Just standing there. Staring. Aaron shook, feeling like a puppy who just peed on the carpet, like Adam was actually going to scold him.
But he didn’t. He just. Stared.
“Well?” Aaron snapped. Adam’s gaze was becoming penetrating. What if he knew what Aaron had been thinking? Adam, peanut butter and handc--
No, he couldn’t possibly know. But then why was he staring at him like that?
Adam smiled, melting Aaron just a little bit. “Nothing.”
Aaron tilted his head, a million questions in his eyes. But he let them go. “Let’s get back out there,” he said, hitting him on the back and moving passed Adam. Or, well, trying to anyway.
Adam reached for his wrist, holding him there. Not that Aaron could have moved. He was captivated.
He reached out, hand on Aaron’s neck. He leaned forward, breath hot on his lips. Aaron shuddered, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. He opened them a second later, trying to regain control he could feel sipping away.
Adam closed the gap between them, catching Aaron’s gasp on his lips. Aaron’s hands went to his back grasping at the jersey.
Aaron wasn’t sure who broke the kiss, he just felt the pressure and heat leave his lips and that he felt cold. The feeling left him feeling oddly shaken.
Adam smirked. “You don’t have to be jealous you know.”
He squirmed. “What?”
Adam just smiled at him. He walked Aaron back against the wall. “I said, you don’t have to be jealous.”
“I--I--um I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered.
“Sure you do, after all, why else would you be in here?”
“I--uh.”
“Exactly.”
Aaron smiled. “Oh shut up.”
Adam smiled back. “Gladly.”
He had better things to do with his mouth.