With The Stars Above My Head And The Snow Falling Down
Title: With The Stars Above My Head And The Snow Falling Down
Authors:
forbiddenromanc (Me. lol)
Pairing: John Maine/Mike Pelfrey (RPS, MLB, NY Mets)
Rating: Uh, more than likely PG.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affilated with John Maine or Mike Pelfey, this is all fake as far as I know.
Author's note: Obviously I wrote this around Christmas. I'm just now finishing it, damn writer's block.
He rehearsed what he wanted to say in his head a million times over.
“Hey John,
It’s, uh- Mike. I know around this time you want to spend time with your family but I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to get together. Sometime.”
He’d thought about adding “I miss you” so many times. But it was just too sappy. And John probably didn’t even think about him. He was with his family.
To his surprise, Maine called back almost immediately. It was arranged that Pelfrey would go there for Christmas.
“We all want to meet the friend John keeps talking about,” John’s brother told him, when he stole the phone away.
Pelfrey consciously had to ignore the way his stomach jumped. So, he did think about him.
He fumbled for things to say as the questions were flying at him. He felt like he did when his high school girlfriend’s dad sat him down after their first date. He shuddered at the thought.
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Names and faces blended together after a few hours and he couldn’t tell Uncle Randy from Uncle Bill. Justin was the only one he could keep straight, but he was hard to miss. Plus, he was the one attempting to teach him the names.
He tried to stay as close to Maine as he could, but this was his family he didn’t want to be glued to his side. He wasn’t sure this was great idea. His mind pulled him in a thousand directions.
A hand on his back jolted him from his thoughts, “A penny for your thoughts?”
Pelfrey blinked at Maine. “I don’t think they’re worth even that much.”
Maine rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, you looked pretty serious. It’s Christmas eve, chill out and have fun.”
Pelfrey forced a smile. “Sure.”
Justin called him into the other room and Pelfrey was left wondering, if John cared enough to give that penny.
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“What’s John like during the season?” she asked. Pelfrey wished he could remember her name.
“I--what do you mean?” His eyes searched for anyone to interrupt them, feeling naggingly guilty around her, when he had no reason. Except his crush, and that’s all it was he told himself, on her husband,
“He’s so quite at home. I was wondering if he’s any different, you know, around the guys.” She had this direct way of looking at him and he was scared he could see the truth in his eyes.
“He’s, uh, pretty quite, I guess. Lots of crossword puzzles.” His mouth was dry and he suddenly felt claustrophobic. He had to change the subject.
“Did you grow up around here?”
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“So, what do you think?” Maine asked, staring off the porch, some time later.
Pelfrey looked at him, thinking the subject had been dropped before. “It’s uh, overwhelming. I guess. I’m glad I’m here though.”
Maine smirked, but didn’t say anything. Pelfrey cursed himself so being sappy.
“Justin hasn’t bug you too much, has he? He acts like a over eager 6 year old sometimes. Can‘t be helped.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad!” Justin shouted from the window, huge grin in place, candy cane hanging from his mouth, proofing Maine‘s point.
Maine and Pelfrey laughed, watching Justin scoot from his perch. And pelfrey thought maybe he was closer to a puppy.
Snow began to fall slowly, taking the sin with it and blanketing the ground in a cloud of white after only a few minutes.
“I love snow,” Maine said.
Pelfrey stared, looking at the snow melting into his hair. He put his hand on Maine’s shoulder and kissed him, instant warmth flooding everywhere.
Startled, he pulled away, unable to look Maine in the eyes. “I---I’m so--rry,” he stutted, running away, straight into Justin. “I--I, sorry.”
And he was gone, running…anywhere.
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He drove around, not really knowing where he was going or where he was. It was too long of a drive home and all his things were back at the house. He’d been raised better than to just bolt, but he wasn’t thinking well enough to remember.
He pulled into the nearest parking lot, turning off the car and just sitting in the dark, alone with his thoughts and…
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It was a little after midnight when he got back, a key slipped under the mat. He wondered if Maine had mad an excuse for him. He’s apologize to his parents in the morning.
“Hey,” the voice came from across the hall, as he opened the door to the guest bedroom. He looked over his shoulder, “Hi J---John.”
Maine stretched, his too short shirt exposing a strip of skin where his sleep pants were sagging. Not the he was looking.
“Why’d you take off before?” He rubbed his eyes and Pelfrey noticed how tired he looked.
He blinked, not expecting such a direct question. “I--I--I um,” he swallowed nervously, “I don’t k--know.”
Forever logical, “You have to know why.”
“Because I--you--I shouldn’t have--”
His eyes drifted up to the ceiling, spotting something. Mistletoe he didn’t remember being there before. And before he could ask, John was kissing him, lips pushing and pulling against his, reigning him in, his common sense, the should have been telling him they were in the hall, a door down from his wife, failing him.
Maine pulled away and Pelfrey blinked rapidly, his thoughts trying to catch up with his racing heart.
"Tradition," Maine murmured, moving back and smiling.
Pelfrey's cheeks colored and his brain bumbled to think up an excuse to escape. He wondered if he could use tradition as his reason too.
Maine grabbed his wrist before he could step back.
“Don’t run away next time.” His lips brushed along Pelfrey’s, soft against his chapped ones.
Maine pulled away, breathe warm on Pelfrey’s lips. “Merry Christmas, Mike.”
Authors:
forbiddenromanc (Me. lol)
Pairing: John Maine/Mike Pelfrey (RPS, MLB, NY Mets)
Rating: Uh, more than likely PG.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affilated with John Maine or Mike Pelfey, this is all fake as far as I know.
Author's note: Obviously I wrote this around Christmas. I'm just now finishing it, damn writer's block.
He rehearsed what he wanted to say in his head a million times over.
“Hey John,
It’s, uh- Mike. I know around this time you want to spend time with your family but I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to get together. Sometime.”
He’d thought about adding “I miss you” so many times. But it was just too sappy. And John probably didn’t even think about him. He was with his family.
To his surprise, Maine called back almost immediately. It was arranged that Pelfrey would go there for Christmas.
“We all want to meet the friend John keeps talking about,” John’s brother told him, when he stole the phone away.
Pelfrey consciously had to ignore the way his stomach jumped. So, he did think about him.
He fumbled for things to say as the questions were flying at him. He felt like he did when his high school girlfriend’s dad sat him down after their first date. He shuddered at the thought.
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Names and faces blended together after a few hours and he couldn’t tell Uncle Randy from Uncle Bill. Justin was the only one he could keep straight, but he was hard to miss. Plus, he was the one attempting to teach him the names.
He tried to stay as close to Maine as he could, but this was his family he didn’t want to be glued to his side. He wasn’t sure this was great idea. His mind pulled him in a thousand directions.
A hand on his back jolted him from his thoughts, “A penny for your thoughts?”
Pelfrey blinked at Maine. “I don’t think they’re worth even that much.”
Maine rolled his eyes. “Whatever dude, you looked pretty serious. It’s Christmas eve, chill out and have fun.”
Pelfrey forced a smile. “Sure.”
Justin called him into the other room and Pelfrey was left wondering, if John cared enough to give that penny.
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“What’s John like during the season?” she asked. Pelfrey wished he could remember her name.
“I--what do you mean?” His eyes searched for anyone to interrupt them, feeling naggingly guilty around her, when he had no reason. Except his crush, and that’s all it was he told himself, on her husband,
“He’s so quite at home. I was wondering if he’s any different, you know, around the guys.” She had this direct way of looking at him and he was scared he could see the truth in his eyes.
“He’s, uh, pretty quite, I guess. Lots of crossword puzzles.” His mouth was dry and he suddenly felt claustrophobic. He had to change the subject.
“Did you grow up around here?”
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“So, what do you think?” Maine asked, staring off the porch, some time later.
Pelfrey looked at him, thinking the subject had been dropped before. “It’s uh, overwhelming. I guess. I’m glad I’m here though.”
Maine smirked, but didn’t say anything. Pelfrey cursed himself so being sappy.
“Justin hasn’t bug you too much, has he? He acts like a over eager 6 year old sometimes. Can‘t be helped.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad!” Justin shouted from the window, huge grin in place, candy cane hanging from his mouth, proofing Maine‘s point.
Maine and Pelfrey laughed, watching Justin scoot from his perch. And pelfrey thought maybe he was closer to a puppy.
Snow began to fall slowly, taking the sin with it and blanketing the ground in a cloud of white after only a few minutes.
“I love snow,” Maine said.
Pelfrey stared, looking at the snow melting into his hair. He put his hand on Maine’s shoulder and kissed him, instant warmth flooding everywhere.
Startled, he pulled away, unable to look Maine in the eyes. “I---I’m so--rry,” he stutted, running away, straight into Justin. “I--I, sorry.”
And he was gone, running…anywhere.
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He drove around, not really knowing where he was going or where he was. It was too long of a drive home and all his things were back at the house. He’d been raised better than to just bolt, but he wasn’t thinking well enough to remember.
He pulled into the nearest parking lot, turning off the car and just sitting in the dark, alone with his thoughts and…
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It was a little after midnight when he got back, a key slipped under the mat. He wondered if Maine had mad an excuse for him. He’s apologize to his parents in the morning.
“Hey,” the voice came from across the hall, as he opened the door to the guest bedroom. He looked over his shoulder, “Hi J---John.”
Maine stretched, his too short shirt exposing a strip of skin where his sleep pants were sagging. Not the he was looking.
“Why’d you take off before?” He rubbed his eyes and Pelfrey noticed how tired he looked.
He blinked, not expecting such a direct question. “I--I--I um,” he swallowed nervously, “I don’t k--know.”
Forever logical, “You have to know why.”
“Because I--you--I shouldn’t have--”
His eyes drifted up to the ceiling, spotting something. Mistletoe he didn’t remember being there before. And before he could ask, John was kissing him, lips pushing and pulling against his, reigning him in, his common sense, the should have been telling him they were in the hall, a door down from his wife, failing him.
Maine pulled away and Pelfrey blinked rapidly, his thoughts trying to catch up with his racing heart.
"Tradition," Maine murmured, moving back and smiling.
Pelfrey's cheeks colored and his brain bumbled to think up an excuse to escape. He wondered if he could use tradition as his reason too.
Maine grabbed his wrist before he could step back.
“Don’t run away next time.” His lips brushed along Pelfrey’s, soft against his chapped ones.
Maine pulled away, breathe warm on Pelfrey’s lips. “Merry Christmas, Mike.”