Options, Zito/Lincecum
Title: Options
Author: soupypictures
Pairing: Barry Zito/Tim Lincecum
Rating: PG-13
Series: Zitobaby, Lincecum edition. I suggest reading Second Chances first.
Disclaimer: The names of real people, institutions and organizations are meant to give the fiction a sense of reality and is in no way indicative of anything even resembling real life.
Warnings: Uh, sap. And it’s short.
Summary: Tim gets ready to meet Zachariah for the first time.
Notes: As always, I feel like I’m constantly fighting Zitobaby fic. I had a couple hundred words written after where I ended this, but ... looks like this is the natural stopping point for this installment.
When they’d first started sleeping together Zito had said, breathlessly and with Tim’s hand down the front of his pants, “I have a kid.”
Tim’s response had been a questioning sound immediately followed by “shut up, fuck me.”
But now, seven months later, he’s faced with meeting this kid for the first time - how did no one know about this? - and it’s all becoming real. Instead of this out of sight, out of mind, hypothetical being sharing half of Zito’s DNA, he’s going to be fully corporeal and tangible.
So of course, unflinching Tim Lincecum is freaking the fuck out as he climbs into Barry Zito’s Range Rover to pick up the kid from the airport.
“What if he hates me?” he whines, buckling his seatbelt and tightening it across his lap unnecessarily.
“He won’t hate you.”
“How do you know that?”
“I like you and he’s my son. He’ll like you. Trust me.”
“You like me?”
“You know what I mean.”
“What am I going to say to him?”
“I would start with ‘Hello, I’m Tim.’ But that’s just me.”
“I don’t even know what to say to a four-year-old.”
“Just treat him like a younger version of me.”
“What. That doesn’t even.” Tim shakes his head and slams his body back against his seat in frustration. “You are so creepy.” He sighs and rakes his hands through his hair. “What does this mean?”
“That you think I’m creepy? Perhaps that you’re dating the wrong guy.”
“No! That you have a kid - and this is something I can’t even process, that you have a kid - and I’m meeting this kid and he knows that I’m your boyfriend and we haven’t even lived with each other without baseball and now there’s going to be three of us. It’s always been me, and now it’s you and me and - and Zachariah.”
“Babe! Are you - ?” Zito glances over at Tim as they pull out of the subdivision. “Oh my God. You’re actually freaking out.”
“Shut up! I’m allowed.”
Zito reaches over and snags Tim’s hand with his own. “You’re right. You’re allowed. In about forty minutes you’re going to be done freaking out for awhile, and then ... then we’ll see.”
“We’ll see about what?”
“We’ll see if this is gonna work.”
Tim blinks and squeezes Zito’s hand in his own. “Wait, what?”
“If it’s too much, I won’t hold it against you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If we - me and Zach - are too much, you can get out. It’s okay.” Zito lets go of Tim’s hand and replaces it on the wheel.
Tim gapes at Zito’s profile. “Nooooo no no no no. You don’t get to do that distance thing. I hate that.” Tim turns in his seat to face Zito, seatbelt cutting into his neck. He shoves it behind his body. “I’m freaking out right now but I’m not leaving.”
“Just know that the option’s there.”
Tim winces and reaches out, cupping his hand over Zito’s shoulder. “It was never there, man.” He shakes his head again and locks his fingers with Zito’s. “I can’t leave you.”
Zito smirks a little. “Yeah, I know.” He lets Tim wrestle his own hand away and takes the punch to his arm in stride. “Yeah, I know, and I love you for that.”
The air in the car feels a touch warmer and Tim realizes he’s blushing. He clears his throat. “Whatever, you asshole. Let’s go pick up your kid.” The expression that washes over Zito’s face is one Tim only sees when he’s thinking about Zachariah. At once smitten, proud, baffled, and excited, this Zito is Tim’s favorite one. Despite his reservations, Tim feels like he’s on the verge of something big. Maybe the rest of his life.
Here we go.
Author: soupypictures
Pairing: Barry Zito/Tim Lincecum
Rating: PG-13
Series: Zitobaby, Lincecum edition. I suggest reading Second Chances first.
Disclaimer: The names of real people, institutions and organizations are meant to give the fiction a sense of reality and is in no way indicative of anything even resembling real life.
Warnings: Uh, sap. And it’s short.
Summary: Tim gets ready to meet Zachariah for the first time.
Notes: As always, I feel like I’m constantly fighting Zitobaby fic. I had a couple hundred words written after where I ended this, but ... looks like this is the natural stopping point for this installment.
When they’d first started sleeping together Zito had said, breathlessly and with Tim’s hand down the front of his pants, “I have a kid.”
Tim’s response had been a questioning sound immediately followed by “shut up, fuck me.”
But now, seven months later, he’s faced with meeting this kid for the first time - how did no one know about this? - and it’s all becoming real. Instead of this out of sight, out of mind, hypothetical being sharing half of Zito’s DNA, he’s going to be fully corporeal and tangible.
So of course, unflinching Tim Lincecum is freaking the fuck out as he climbs into Barry Zito’s Range Rover to pick up the kid from the airport.
“What if he hates me?” he whines, buckling his seatbelt and tightening it across his lap unnecessarily.
“He won’t hate you.”
“How do you know that?”
“I like you and he’s my son. He’ll like you. Trust me.”
“You like me?”
“You know what I mean.”
“What am I going to say to him?”
“I would start with ‘Hello, I’m Tim.’ But that’s just me.”
“I don’t even know what to say to a four-year-old.”
“Just treat him like a younger version of me.”
“What. That doesn’t even.” Tim shakes his head and slams his body back against his seat in frustration. “You are so creepy.” He sighs and rakes his hands through his hair. “What does this mean?”
“That you think I’m creepy? Perhaps that you’re dating the wrong guy.”
“No! That you have a kid - and this is something I can’t even process, that you have a kid - and I’m meeting this kid and he knows that I’m your boyfriend and we haven’t even lived with each other without baseball and now there’s going to be three of us. It’s always been me, and now it’s you and me and - and Zachariah.”
“Babe! Are you - ?” Zito glances over at Tim as they pull out of the subdivision. “Oh my God. You’re actually freaking out.”
“Shut up! I’m allowed.”
Zito reaches over and snags Tim’s hand with his own. “You’re right. You’re allowed. In about forty minutes you’re going to be done freaking out for awhile, and then ... then we’ll see.”
“We’ll see about what?”
“We’ll see if this is gonna work.”
Tim blinks and squeezes Zito’s hand in his own. “Wait, what?”
“If it’s too much, I won’t hold it against you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If we - me and Zach - are too much, you can get out. It’s okay.” Zito lets go of Tim’s hand and replaces it on the wheel.
Tim gapes at Zito’s profile. “Nooooo no no no no. You don’t get to do that distance thing. I hate that.” Tim turns in his seat to face Zito, seatbelt cutting into his neck. He shoves it behind his body. “I’m freaking out right now but I’m not leaving.”
“Just know that the option’s there.”
Tim winces and reaches out, cupping his hand over Zito’s shoulder. “It was never there, man.” He shakes his head again and locks his fingers with Zito’s. “I can’t leave you.”
Zito smirks a little. “Yeah, I know.” He lets Tim wrestle his own hand away and takes the punch to his arm in stride. “Yeah, I know, and I love you for that.”
The air in the car feels a touch warmer and Tim realizes he’s blushing. He clears his throat. “Whatever, you asshole. Let’s go pick up your kid.” The expression that washes over Zito’s face is one Tim only sees when he’s thinking about Zachariah. At once smitten, proud, baffled, and excited, this Zito is Tim’s favorite one. Despite his reservations, Tim feels like he’s on the verge of something big. Maybe the rest of his life.
Here we go.