"Love Reign O'er Me"- Hamels/Kendrick
Title: Love Reign O'er Me (1/?)
Author: that_nuanda
Team: Philadelphia Phillies
Pairing: Cole Hamels/Kyle Kendrick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kyle is starting to have feelings. What happens when he tries to act on them?
Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Hamels or Mr. Kendrick or the Phillies (though I wish I did.) Question: Is this story true? Answer: FALSE, this story is not true (trying to do my best Dwight there.) Everything is made up in my head while sitting at a coffee shop.
Miles out all around, he could see nothing but the rain falling. Ashburn Alley was completely deserted, vendors and a few early arriving visitors hiding inside the surrounding buildings, waiting for the storm to pass over. The field was blanketed down with the tarp only a few minutes after the rain began, but within seconds, there was a complete downpour, making the task of protecting the diamond harder and muddier. Philly's channel six had predicted sunshine for the night's game; now the bastards decided to say the storms from the Midwest were going to come through, creating a potential rain out.
Kyle sat in the dugout, chewing on his bottom lip while dazing off. He had ten thousand thoughts running through his head, yet he couldn't decipher any of them. He didn't need this, not tonight, not with him scheduled to pitch. Perhaps this is why he wasn't too concerned if the game did indeed rain out. He would rather listen to Charlie bitch about how they had to reschedule the game at the end of the month than listen to him bitch about Kyle's pitching. And what was he going say? 'Sorry coach, I'm confused about my love life at the moment and oh, it might involve your ace pitcher. Let me clear that out and throw the cutter.' He chuckled at the image of Charlie's face: the confused, one eyebrow cocked expression while chewing his gum slowly. Knowing him, he'd probably just shrug and reply with 'Whatever works, kid, just play the damn game. By the way, throw the fastball instead.'
It didn't matter anyway. Knowing his luck, the game would continue as schedule, Charlie would still ream into him, and Cole will still be in love with someone else and be completely oblivious to Kyle's feelings. He had thought that was perhaps better--he didn't even know exactly how he felt. Was he just fascinated with someone who cared about him or was he actually falling-he shook his head and ended the thought process.
He was sure Jamie knew or at least suspected; he had questioned Kyle over the off season when they went to a Seahawks game together. Kyle had just laughed at Jamie's question with a simple "What?! No man, no" and just chuckled as he sipped his beer. Jamie had only just nodded and continued to watch the game, leaving Kyle up to his own thoughts. Now whenever Kyle did allow himself to look at Cole a little too long in the clubhouse, Jamie would just pat him on the shoulder and smile. He was never sure if it was one of acknowledgment or sympathy, though both were the same at this point.
He pinched the bridge of the his nose, trying to get his head back into the game when he was interrupted by someone collapsing down beside him. He knew exactly who it was.
"Charlie was looking for you."
"What did you say?"
"I said, ya know, you were fucking some chick over in section 230 for some good luck." Kyle glanced up to see Cole grinning before he cracked up. "Ya know, actually I should have said that with that look you just gave."
"So you said you had no clue."
"No, I said I didn't have a damn clue." Cole patted his friend's shoulder before leaning back, stretching himself out next to Kyle on the bench. "Problems?"
"No," Kyle gripped onto the underside of the bench while dragging his heels into the ground. "Just thinking."
"I knew you had that painful look on your face for, ya know, some reason," Cole laughed at his own joke and folded his hands in his lap while scanning the field. "I can't believe channel six."
"It'll clear up before six thirty, I'm sure. Happens in Washington all the time." Kyle peered over his friend as he took a sip of water and watched the rain dance out on the field. He didn't get it, they were just friends.
He had come up from the minors, the new kid, one who was taught to be terrified of Philadelphia sports fans. At the time, he didn't know if he should be thanking or cursing Freddy, but right now, he had to focus on the game and hoped everything went well. He remembered setting his belongings in his locker the first day, nervous as all hell as he watched the guys all do their separate things. He turned back to his locker and began to drift into his own world-where he wouldn't be shaking like a wet dog.
"Hey man, what's up?"
Kyle glanced up real fast to see Cole leaning up against the side of his locker, pouring sunflower seeds into his mouth as he spoke. "Ya know, they can smell fear."
"What?" Kyle gave a confused look.
"The fans, they know when you're scared shitless. Just remember to relax. If you hear booing, just shrug it off."
He scoffed, "I'm not scared."
Cole chuckled as he finished off the snack bag and nodded while chewing. "Right. Listen, if you want to talk about it or whatever, ya know, let me know." He leaned in closer, Kyle's breath catching his throat and he had to remind himself that he needed air.
"These guys will pull shit with you. Just shrug that off too." He nodded and walked away back to his locker where Jamie was ready to talk to him about something.
Later when they had to go on the road, Kyle had collapsed in a random bus seat, and pulled out his headphones, turning them up at full volume to block out any thoughts. He felt movement next to him and someone hit him really hard in the upper arm. He looked over to see Cole smiling with two controllers.
"Dude, we hooked up an Xbox in the back. You play?"
Kyle looked hesitantly at the controller and then back at Cole, who still had the signature smile on his face. He held his breath and took the controller gently from Cole's hand, who yanked Kyle up by the arm and pushed him in front of him, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Kyle never did see the wink Cole did to Adam, who just laughed at the rookie who was about to get his ass kicked.
He invited him out to dinner. He invited him out to get drinks. He invited him to his house. He LISTENED to him. He paid attention like no other friend had. Maybe that's why he fell so
fast. That contagious smile and laugh every time Kyle told a joke or the sympathetic look he gave when Kyle discussed his latest break-up from the girl back home. They had bonded and now Kyle was walking that fine line between like and love, between friend and lover, between baffled and utterly and fucking confused. He had definitely crossed over into the utterly and fucking confused area while just watching Cole talk to him. He wasn't even paying attention to the words, but to the mouth that was
speaking them. He moved up centimeters over the strong jawline, the blue eyes that were framed by long wisps of hair that he kept shaking out of the way. He was probably talking about Heidi with the smirk on his face, probably talking about how beautiful she is, how wonderful she is, how Kyle isn't her. He wished Cole talked about him the same way, with the same smile and with the same look in his eye. He thought he had seen it once or twice, but he shook it away.
He moved closer. He just kept staring at those lips, the ones he thought about constantly, belonging to the person who he couldn't get out of his head no matter how much he drank, no matter how many women he slept with, no matter how hard he truly tried.
He didn't dare breathe, he just kept staring straight ahead as he scooted over inch by inch. 'This isn't right!' his brain kept screaming at him, but it had no control over his muscles; the rest of his body had detached from that part and leaned in closer to Cole. Kyle licked his lips quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between Cole's eyes and his lips, wondering if he could...If he should...
"Dude, what's wrong with you?"
'Just do it, just do it.'
'NO!'
'YES!'
'STOP!'
'GO!'
"Kyle-"
Cole was cut off with Kyle's lips brushing against his then quick, hard contact. It only lasted a quick second, but for Kyle, it seemed like forever. He didn't know what to expect, but Cole's lips were smooth and warm, his scruff the only thing rough. Kyle pulled back and opened his eyes to see Cole staring at him wide eyed, his mouth agaped. Kyle decided to speak first.
"Cole, I-"
"What the fuck."
Kyle looked at Cole as he quickly raised himself from the bench, starting to stalk off immediately. Kyle went to follow him, to explain himself, to say SOMETHING to make this right. 'Oh god, oh god' his brain kept screaming, 'I told you! I told you!' He didn't need this.
"Cole, wait-"
Cole turned on his heels and pointed his finger at Kyle's chest. "I don't know who the fuck you think I am, but I'm not that, you got that? I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but stay the hell away from me." He looked at the second pitcher with a stare that sank Kyle's heart. It completely disappeared into his stomach as he watched Cole run back into the clubhouse, leaving Kyle by himself. The rain began to let up, spots of sunshine now coming out. It had cleared up by six thirty and the game would go on.
He didn't need this.
Author: that_nuanda
Team: Philadelphia Phillies
Pairing: Cole Hamels/Kyle Kendrick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kyle is starting to have feelings. What happens when he tries to act on them?
Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Hamels or Mr. Kendrick or the Phillies (though I wish I did.) Question: Is this story true? Answer: FALSE, this story is not true (trying to do my best Dwight there.) Everything is made up in my head while sitting at a coffee shop.
Miles out all around, he could see nothing but the rain falling. Ashburn Alley was completely deserted, vendors and a few early arriving visitors hiding inside the surrounding buildings, waiting for the storm to pass over. The field was blanketed down with the tarp only a few minutes after the rain began, but within seconds, there was a complete downpour, making the task of protecting the diamond harder and muddier. Philly's channel six had predicted sunshine for the night's game; now the bastards decided to say the storms from the Midwest were going to come through, creating a potential rain out.
Kyle sat in the dugout, chewing on his bottom lip while dazing off. He had ten thousand thoughts running through his head, yet he couldn't decipher any of them. He didn't need this, not tonight, not with him scheduled to pitch. Perhaps this is why he wasn't too concerned if the game did indeed rain out. He would rather listen to Charlie bitch about how they had to reschedule the game at the end of the month than listen to him bitch about Kyle's pitching. And what was he going say? 'Sorry coach, I'm confused about my love life at the moment and oh, it might involve your ace pitcher. Let me clear that out and throw the cutter.' He chuckled at the image of Charlie's face: the confused, one eyebrow cocked expression while chewing his gum slowly. Knowing him, he'd probably just shrug and reply with 'Whatever works, kid, just play the damn game. By the way, throw the fastball instead.'
It didn't matter anyway. Knowing his luck, the game would continue as schedule, Charlie would still ream into him, and Cole will still be in love with someone else and be completely oblivious to Kyle's feelings. He had thought that was perhaps better--he didn't even know exactly how he felt. Was he just fascinated with someone who cared about him or was he actually falling-he shook his head and ended the thought process.
He was sure Jamie knew or at least suspected; he had questioned Kyle over the off season when they went to a Seahawks game together. Kyle had just laughed at Jamie's question with a simple "What?! No man, no" and just chuckled as he sipped his beer. Jamie had only just nodded and continued to watch the game, leaving Kyle up to his own thoughts. Now whenever Kyle did allow himself to look at Cole a little too long in the clubhouse, Jamie would just pat him on the shoulder and smile. He was never sure if it was one of acknowledgment or sympathy, though both were the same at this point.
He pinched the bridge of the his nose, trying to get his head back into the game when he was interrupted by someone collapsing down beside him. He knew exactly who it was.
"Charlie was looking for you."
"What did you say?"
"I said, ya know, you were fucking some chick over in section 230 for some good luck." Kyle glanced up to see Cole grinning before he cracked up. "Ya know, actually I should have said that with that look you just gave."
"So you said you had no clue."
"No, I said I didn't have a damn clue." Cole patted his friend's shoulder before leaning back, stretching himself out next to Kyle on the bench. "Problems?"
"No," Kyle gripped onto the underside of the bench while dragging his heels into the ground. "Just thinking."
"I knew you had that painful look on your face for, ya know, some reason," Cole laughed at his own joke and folded his hands in his lap while scanning the field. "I can't believe channel six."
"It'll clear up before six thirty, I'm sure. Happens in Washington all the time." Kyle peered over his friend as he took a sip of water and watched the rain dance out on the field. He didn't get it, they were just friends.
He had come up from the minors, the new kid, one who was taught to be terrified of Philadelphia sports fans. At the time, he didn't know if he should be thanking or cursing Freddy, but right now, he had to focus on the game and hoped everything went well. He remembered setting his belongings in his locker the first day, nervous as all hell as he watched the guys all do their separate things. He turned back to his locker and began to drift into his own world-where he wouldn't be shaking like a wet dog.
"Hey man, what's up?"
Kyle glanced up real fast to see Cole leaning up against the side of his locker, pouring sunflower seeds into his mouth as he spoke. "Ya know, they can smell fear."
"What?" Kyle gave a confused look.
"The fans, they know when you're scared shitless. Just remember to relax. If you hear booing, just shrug it off."
He scoffed, "I'm not scared."
Cole chuckled as he finished off the snack bag and nodded while chewing. "Right. Listen, if you want to talk about it or whatever, ya know, let me know." He leaned in closer, Kyle's breath catching his throat and he had to remind himself that he needed air.
"These guys will pull shit with you. Just shrug that off too." He nodded and walked away back to his locker where Jamie was ready to talk to him about something.
Later when they had to go on the road, Kyle had collapsed in a random bus seat, and pulled out his headphones, turning them up at full volume to block out any thoughts. He felt movement next to him and someone hit him really hard in the upper arm. He looked over to see Cole smiling with two controllers.
"Dude, we hooked up an Xbox in the back. You play?"
Kyle looked hesitantly at the controller and then back at Cole, who still had the signature smile on his face. He held his breath and took the controller gently from Cole's hand, who yanked Kyle up by the arm and pushed him in front of him, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Kyle never did see the wink Cole did to Adam, who just laughed at the rookie who was about to get his ass kicked.
He invited him out to dinner. He invited him out to get drinks. He invited him to his house. He LISTENED to him. He paid attention like no other friend had. Maybe that's why he fell so
fast. That contagious smile and laugh every time Kyle told a joke or the sympathetic look he gave when Kyle discussed his latest break-up from the girl back home. They had bonded and now Kyle was walking that fine line between like and love, between friend and lover, between baffled and utterly and fucking confused. He had definitely crossed over into the utterly and fucking confused area while just watching Cole talk to him. He wasn't even paying attention to the words, but to the mouth that was
speaking them. He moved up centimeters over the strong jawline, the blue eyes that were framed by long wisps of hair that he kept shaking out of the way. He was probably talking about Heidi with the smirk on his face, probably talking about how beautiful she is, how wonderful she is, how Kyle isn't her. He wished Cole talked about him the same way, with the same smile and with the same look in his eye. He thought he had seen it once or twice, but he shook it away.
He moved closer. He just kept staring at those lips, the ones he thought about constantly, belonging to the person who he couldn't get out of his head no matter how much he drank, no matter how many women he slept with, no matter how hard he truly tried.
He didn't dare breathe, he just kept staring straight ahead as he scooted over inch by inch. 'This isn't right!' his brain kept screaming at him, but it had no control over his muscles; the rest of his body had detached from that part and leaned in closer to Cole. Kyle licked his lips quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between Cole's eyes and his lips, wondering if he could...If he should...
"Dude, what's wrong with you?"
'Just do it, just do it.'
'NO!'
'YES!'
'STOP!'
'GO!'
"Kyle-"
Cole was cut off with Kyle's lips brushing against his then quick, hard contact. It only lasted a quick second, but for Kyle, it seemed like forever. He didn't know what to expect, but Cole's lips were smooth and warm, his scruff the only thing rough. Kyle pulled back and opened his eyes to see Cole staring at him wide eyed, his mouth agaped. Kyle decided to speak first.
"Cole, I-"
"What the fuck."
Kyle looked at Cole as he quickly raised himself from the bench, starting to stalk off immediately. Kyle went to follow him, to explain himself, to say SOMETHING to make this right. 'Oh god, oh god' his brain kept screaming, 'I told you! I told you!' He didn't need this.
"Cole, wait-"
Cole turned on his heels and pointed his finger at Kyle's chest. "I don't know who the fuck you think I am, but I'm not that, you got that? I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but stay the hell away from me." He looked at the second pitcher with a stare that sank Kyle's heart. It completely disappeared into his stomach as he watched Cole run back into the clubhouse, leaving Kyle by himself. The rain began to let up, spots of sunshine now coming out. It had cleared up by six thirty and the game would go on.
He didn't need this.