Braves ficlet
Title: Untitled
Author: Marian
Fandom: MLB -- Atlanta Braves
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: Jeff Francoeur/Brian McCann
Disclaimer: This is all fiction. None of this is true and I don't own any of these characters.
Brian opened his eyes, not quite sure where he was. It was too quiet to be home; no sounds of late-night traffic, no sirens in the distance. He stretched out his arms. The sheets were rougher than what he was used to. Ah, he was in a hotel. He blinked himself completely awake. It still felt early, like he had only been dozing a few minutes. He smiled -- after catching twelve innings it was nice to realize he still had a whole night of sleep ahead of him.
He turned on his side and heard a grunting noise come from the other bed. He lay as still as possible. There it was again, louder this time. Now he heard something else -- the unmistakable sound of friction, almost completely muffled by the blankets. He sniffled loudly and kicked the sheets around to demonstrate he was awake. Jeff didn’t notice.
Looking over, he saw that Jeff’s back was to him, his right elbow jerking with movement. Something twinged inside him and he pulled the blankets over himself, shifting his hips a little, settling in.
Jeff whispered something and he froze. Again he mumbled something and Brian realized he was talking to himself, fantasizing to help things along. He strained his ears but couldn’t make out the words. Brian began touching himself idly, his cock quickly coming to attention. He heard another sound, this one more of a whimper, and he began stroking himself with more purpose.
He wondered what Jeff was thinking about, who he was talking to. Maybe he wasn’t simply talking. Maybe he was pleading with someone, begging to be fucked. Brian squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming faster. Jeff moaned softly, obviously not caring if he heard. Maybe he wanted him to.
He wished he could see Jeff’s face. Certainly his eyes would be closed, his lips parted. His head might be rolling back onto the pillow, helpless as waves of pleasure overtook him. It was so easy for Brian to picture. Jeff would have the same look on his face if he were fucking him.
A noise escaped his mouth but it was too late now. He was about to come and he wished Jeff would just give in. He ached to hear him moan or to cry out in ecstasy.
They both came at the same time, both reverting back to silence, riding out the waves as quietly as possible. He breathed heavily, disgusted by the sweat running down his neck and the mess somewhere in the sheets. He was roasting now, and kicked the blankets off. He looked over and Jeff was lying flat on his back, arms splayed out at his sides.
Jeff looked at him. “Kind of a waste, huh?”
He wasn‘t sure what he meant by that. “Uh, yeah.”
Jeff chuckled, staring back up at the ceiling. “Warn me next time, and we’ll uh…take care of things differently.”
Brian swallowed hard, his heart still thundering. He liked that idea.
Author: Marian
Fandom: MLB -- Atlanta Braves
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: Jeff Francoeur/Brian McCann
Disclaimer: This is all fiction. None of this is true and I don't own any of these characters.
Brian opened his eyes, not quite sure where he was. It was too quiet to be home; no sounds of late-night traffic, no sirens in the distance. He stretched out his arms. The sheets were rougher than what he was used to. Ah, he was in a hotel. He blinked himself completely awake. It still felt early, like he had only been dozing a few minutes. He smiled -- after catching twelve innings it was nice to realize he still had a whole night of sleep ahead of him.
He turned on his side and heard a grunting noise come from the other bed. He lay as still as possible. There it was again, louder this time. Now he heard something else -- the unmistakable sound of friction, almost completely muffled by the blankets. He sniffled loudly and kicked the sheets around to demonstrate he was awake. Jeff didn’t notice.
Looking over, he saw that Jeff’s back was to him, his right elbow jerking with movement. Something twinged inside him and he pulled the blankets over himself, shifting his hips a little, settling in.
Jeff whispered something and he froze. Again he mumbled something and Brian realized he was talking to himself, fantasizing to help things along. He strained his ears but couldn’t make out the words. Brian began touching himself idly, his cock quickly coming to attention. He heard another sound, this one more of a whimper, and he began stroking himself with more purpose.
He wondered what Jeff was thinking about, who he was talking to. Maybe he wasn’t simply talking. Maybe he was pleading with someone, begging to be fucked. Brian squeezed his eyes shut, his breath coming faster. Jeff moaned softly, obviously not caring if he heard. Maybe he wanted him to.
He wished he could see Jeff’s face. Certainly his eyes would be closed, his lips parted. His head might be rolling back onto the pillow, helpless as waves of pleasure overtook him. It was so easy for Brian to picture. Jeff would have the same look on his face if he were fucking him.
A noise escaped his mouth but it was too late now. He was about to come and he wished Jeff would just give in. He ached to hear him moan or to cry out in ecstasy.
They both came at the same time, both reverting back to silence, riding out the waves as quietly as possible. He breathed heavily, disgusted by the sweat running down his neck and the mess somewhere in the sheets. He was roasting now, and kicked the blankets off. He looked over and Jeff was lying flat on his back, arms splayed out at his sides.
Jeff looked at him. “Kind of a waste, huh?”
He wasn‘t sure what he meant by that. “Uh, yeah.”
Jeff chuckled, staring back up at the ceiling. “Warn me next time, and we’ll uh…take care of things differently.”
Brian swallowed hard, his heart still thundering. He liked that idea.