A Hard-Lovin' Man
Never let it be said that 4thlaw doesn’t make good! Here’s the ficlet to go with the piclet that I posted as Pat Burrell Eye Candy. Is it OK to re-post it here so nobody has to scroll down?
The inspiration (besides the pic) is the Gordon Lightfoot song “Sundown.” If you are too young to know this song, grab a copy, it’s great.
Title: A Hard-Lovin’ Man
Author: 4thlaw
Rating: Sexy/Sick/Quasi-kinky
Fandom: MLB, Philadelphia Phillies
Pairing: Chase Utley/Pat Burrell
Disclaimer: It would be great if this were made into a video, but it didn’t happen.
P.S.: “Obviously,” as Pat would say, this is a different universe than the one in Unseasonable Heat.
•Gordon Lightfoot should’ve written more blues. The song keeps going through Chase’s mind, and he keeps thinking: Know what you mean, buddy, Been there, pal.
I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress, in a room where you do what you don’t confess...
•Girls used to do that, yeah. Any girl he wanted. He lost count of them, really-and then forgot them in one instant. Forgot all about them in a pair of brown eyes.
Sometimes I think it’s a shame when I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain...
•And it messed him up. You don’t look at guys that way. You don’t watch them and feel yourself prickle all over. You’re not supposed to want them. But god damn it, Pat was so-
I can picture every move that a man could make-getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake...
•It was the way he moved, yeah. The way he led with his hips, slouching them forward, proud of his maleness. Prowling, like a cat, showing himself off, knowing what it was doing to Chase.
Sometimes I think it’s a sin when I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again...
•Till Chase just couldn’t stand it any more. He didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to sleep, couldn’t think about anything else. Till, god damn it, he threw Pat against the door and grabbed his arms.
I can see her lookin’ fast in her faded jeans-she’s a hard-lovin’ woman, got me feelin’ mean...
•And Pat shot him back around and the door was against his cheek and Pat ripped at their clothes and Christ, plowed him senseless.
•Chase fucked him back with all the force that was in him, but Pat can break him like a feather. Pat in his ecstasy pulls Chase’s hair, smashes his teeth into Chase’s flesh, threatens him: I’ll kill you, motherfucker, I’ll kill you if you stop. Pat makes him want to be broken, to be hurt, because Pat makes pain feel like pleasure and Chase wants that. He loves it. Gives it up any time Pat wants to take it, any way he wants to take it.
•It’s only the fourth inning, and Chase knows already that Pat’s gonna take him tonight. He’s aching for it, and Pat knows it, swags his hips forward, rests the bat right there, and Chase presses his little smile down and thinks about how this time, he’s gonna hit back.
The inspiration (besides the pic) is the Gordon Lightfoot song “Sundown.” If you are too young to know this song, grab a copy, it’s great.
Title: A Hard-Lovin’ Man
Author: 4thlaw
Rating: Sexy/Sick/Quasi-kinky
Fandom: MLB, Philadelphia Phillies
Pairing: Chase Utley/Pat Burrell
Disclaimer: It would be great if this were made into a video, but it didn’t happen.
P.S.: “Obviously,” as Pat would say, this is a different universe than the one in Unseasonable Heat.
•Gordon Lightfoot should’ve written more blues. The song keeps going through Chase’s mind, and he keeps thinking: Know what you mean, buddy, Been there, pal.
I can see her lyin’ back in her satin dress, in a room where you do what you don’t confess...
•Girls used to do that, yeah. Any girl he wanted. He lost count of them, really-and then forgot them in one instant. Forgot all about them in a pair of brown eyes.
Sometimes I think it’s a shame when I get feelin’ better when I’m feelin’ no pain...
•And it messed him up. You don’t look at guys that way. You don’t watch them and feel yourself prickle all over. You’re not supposed to want them. But god damn it, Pat was so-
I can picture every move that a man could make-getting lost in her lovin’ is your first mistake...
•It was the way he moved, yeah. The way he led with his hips, slouching them forward, proud of his maleness. Prowling, like a cat, showing himself off, knowing what it was doing to Chase.
Sometimes I think it’s a sin when I feel like I’m winnin’ when I’m losin’ again...
•Till Chase just couldn’t stand it any more. He didn’t want to eat, didn’t want to sleep, couldn’t think about anything else. Till, god damn it, he threw Pat against the door and grabbed his arms.
I can see her lookin’ fast in her faded jeans-she’s a hard-lovin’ woman, got me feelin’ mean...
•And Pat shot him back around and the door was against his cheek and Pat ripped at their clothes and Christ, plowed him senseless.
•Chase fucked him back with all the force that was in him, but Pat can break him like a feather. Pat in his ecstasy pulls Chase’s hair, smashes his teeth into Chase’s flesh, threatens him: I’ll kill you, motherfucker, I’ll kill you if you stop. Pat makes him want to be broken, to be hurt, because Pat makes pain feel like pleasure and Chase wants that. He loves it. Gives it up any time Pat wants to take it, any way he wants to take it.
•It’s only the fourth inning, and Chase knows already that Pat’s gonna take him tonight. He’s aching for it, and Pat knows it, swags his hips forward, rests the bat right there, and Chase presses his little smile down and thinks about how this time, he’s gonna hit back.