Only Fools Rush In. Chapter Three.
Written by: lady_lilith and lady_death.
Title: Only Fools Rush In. Chapter Three.
Fandom: Major League Baseball.
Characters: Jason Castro, Buster Posey.
Word Count: 3,039.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Jason asks Buster to come to his rescue.
Author's Notes: This is set on June 18, 2007 after the YD Sox have beaten Cotuit Kettleers 15-1.
"Hey, Buster? Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"I know you don't do parties, but could you come out with me and the guys tonight? I can't figure out any way to get out of this, since it's kinda in my honour, without looking like an asshole."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that."
"Maybe you can come and rescue me from it?"
"Uh, sure. You don't wanna go hang out on the beach?"
"No. I kinda wish no one even knew it was my birthday."
"They'll take any excuse to have a party."
"Yeah, and I wouldn't have picked a beach party if I got a choice."
"What would you pick?"
"Anything else, beach parties just make me miss my family."
"Oh. You could tell 'em that."
Shrugs, "Like you said they just want a reason to party."
"They do those a lot. Well, they did last year."
"I don't want to ruin their good time, I just wanna get out of there relatively quickly."
"I have my truck, we can leave whenever. I already said I wasn't goin', so no one will care if I leave."
"Thanks. Maybe the mini-golf will still be open. We can do something fun."
Nods, "No problem."
Grins, "You're a life saver."
Smiles, "I don't like 'em either, I'm just glad my birthday ain't durin' the summer."
"You lucked out that way."
"You almost did. Least it's over quick."
"Amen to that. But you promise not to ditch me?"
"I promise."
"I'll survive this experience then."
"I hope so, the team needs ya."
"You don't want to send me running back to California."
"Right."
"Okay, so I'll see you there?"
"You don't need a ride?"
"I do, but I didn't wanna be too much of a pain."
"I'm already goin' there."
"I know, but you've already driven me around so much. You're sure you don't mind?"
"I'm already goin'. Why would I mind?"
Shrugs, "So you're not stuck hanging out with me all night."
"If you don't want to." Shrugs.
"No, I'd rather ride with you than anybody else."
"It's okay if you don't wanna."
"I do. I wasn't sure if you did."
"Let's go."
"You got it." Smiles, heading in the direction of his truck.
Tosses his bag in the back, "I made you a-- well, I guess I got you a birthday present. Don't sit on it."
"Huh?" Looks on the passenger's seat.
There's a burned CD in a case, "You needta learn."
"Is this country?" Picks it up grinning.
"Mmhmm, it's the mix I'm listenin' to right now."
"I haven't gotten a mix tape in ages. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Happy birthday."
"And still one year shy of true adulthood." Laughs.
"Always seemed funny to me, you can vote and be drafted, but you cain't drink if you wanna."
"Or gamble. I guess we could vote to lower the drinking age, if we wanted to."
Shrugs, "Just seems funny."
"It used to be younger at one point. I think it was like the 80s when they raised it."
Shrugs, "Doesn't make sense to me."
"Would you drink if you were legal?"
"No, but I think I should be able to choose that."
"Me too, I don't like the government stepping in and telling me at what age I'm responsible enough to take a drink. And if you don't have the maturity for that why on earth would you have the maturity to vote?"
"Or serve your country. That's what I'm sayin'. You can be responsible enough for one, you can be for all."
"I think that's too young to serve your country. The teenage brain isn't even fully developed!"
Shrugs, "I don't know 'bout that, but I wouldn't want my teammates to have guns."
"Yeah, do you think they should be out protecting the country?"
"If you train 'em, maybe."
"A big maybe."
"It's a certain type."
"Yeah, poor and underprivileged."
"I don't know 'bout that."
"Recruiters target the lower class who are more likely to jump for the signing bonus."
"Don't seem fair."
"I don't think it is at all."
"Government does all kindsa stuff that ain't fair. My dad gets real mad if I say that."
"Big on our current administration?"
"He sure is."
Bites his lip.
Glances over to him, with a smile, "You're from California."
"Being from my state isn't the problem."
"It's not?"
"No, surprisingly not everybody from California is a Democrat."
Honest surprise, "They're not?"
"No, they're not, just like I bet you even have some Democrats in Georgia."
"Maybe some."
"I try not to stereotype people, although I know I fit a lot of the typical Californian image the rest of the country has."
"You kinda do." Parks at the beach, not getting out yet, "My dad would say so for sure."
"Why would he say that?"
"You're studyin' sociology an' all that, you're a surfer and a Democrat and you're.. y'know."
"Gay?"
"Yeah."
"Well I'm not a vegan or an animal rights activist and I don't smoke weed."
"Oh."
Laughs, clapping him on the shoulder, "I do know someone who grows it though."
Smiles, "Are you teasin' me?"
"A little, though I do know somebody."
"You ever done that?"
"I've tried it, it wasn't world altering."
"Oh."
"You aren't missing anything if you don't."
"That's not somethin' I'm ever gonna try."
Shrugs, "Didn't think you would."
Points to the fire down the beach, "Ready?"
"Yeah lets get this over with."
"We'll survive."
Reaches over and squeezes his arm, "Thanks for this."
Smiles, "What're friends for?" Pulls away before he can see his blush, happy to be in the dark on the beach.
Walks next to him, partially invading his space without really thinking about it, "I'll owe you one for this."
Tries very hard not to tense. "Don't worry 'bout it."
"I gotta do something in turn for you, so it's only fair."
"You really don't."
"You can't talk me out of it, I was raised to be polite too."
Grins, "Is that so?"
"Yeah it is, you'll have to put up with me doing something nice for you."
"Alright."
"Now I just have to figure out what you like besides baseball and country music."
"That's about it." Pauses, "And not havin' sand in my shoes."
"You gotta take 'em off."
"Oh." Pauses trying to balance on one foot to take his sneakers off.
Grins, trying not to laugh as he removes his own with practiced ease.
Ends up toppling over, landing hard in the sand. Makes an annoyed sigh, but uses the chance to pull off both his sneakers and socks.
He can't help letting out a laugh, "Do you want help down there?"
Pouts unintentionally, "I'm fine."
Offers him a hand, "Taking shoes off in the sand is very complicated. No shame in falling over."
Grabs his hand, pulling himself to his feet, "We don't have beaches in Leesburg."
"Poor Leesburg." Grins at him.
Shakes his head, brushing the sand off his rear. "I don't think so."
Still chuckling a little, helps him brush sand off his shoulders and back.
Still pouting, though amused, "It ain't funny."
Circles back to his front, "You're presentable now."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." His eyes rest on his lips, after a moment forces himself to step back.
Turns to continue on to the party.
Sighs, falling in step with him again.
"Hey, birthday boy, what're you drinkin'?"
"Uh." Looks to Buster, "I'm good right now, thanks."
"Oh hell no. You need somethin'. So does your boy. Beer?"
"He's not my--we're good. I don't need to go running out into the ocean yet."
"At least go eat somethin'. The watermelon's good."
Nods, "That's more my speed right now. I could definitely eat."
"I think someone brought onna those grill things, but really, eat the watermelon."
"I love grilled food on the beach. You're saying it's not edible?"
"I don't know. It's probably fine."
"I don't want food poisoning on my birthday."
"Check the middle first. Or after the watermelon you won't care."
"Oh, I get you man."
"Good good. Enjoy yourselves."
"Thanks." To Buster, "Don't eat the watermelon."
"Why not?"
"Just don't."
"Why not?"
"Didn't you hear him? It's not your thing."
"What did he say?"
Shakes his head, "Just don't do it."
"Fine." Frowns.
"Good."
"You wanna see what there is for food?"
"Sure, I think they're grilling down that way."
"I'll catch up, I'm gonna say hi around."
"Oh, alright, well you'll see me around." Waves at the crowd, going to investigate what there is to eat.
After a ten or twenty minutes of talking around, taps Jason's shoulder.
He's sitting in the sand, looking out at the ocean, "Hey."
"Hi." Plops down next to him.
"Did you get to talk to everyone you wanted to?"
"Mmhmm."
"That's good. Ready to make our escape?"
"Um, maybe."
"Oh, if you want to stay, that's cool."
"I feel funny."
"Did you get sick on something you ate?"
"I didn't eat 'cept-- not anythin'."
Twists to look at him, "You didn't drink anything right? You said you don't drink."
"Mm mm. Just had one bite 'cept I think it went bad, it was bad."
"One bite of what?"
"Somethin'."
"What was it?"
"Wallermelon." Pauses, blinks, "Wall-- wall-- watermelon." Snickers.
"I told you!" Groans, "This is not my night," Sighs, pushing on his shoulders, "Just lie back. I won't let you do anything stupid. It'll wear off."
Falls back easily, "I just tried it one, two times, but it wasn't right at all, it had a funny, I feel funny.
"Because it was spiked. I told you not to have it."
"Oh."
"Just stay there." Lays back himself, "You can count stars or something."
Turns his head to look at him, "I don't wanna."
"Whatever idea you have right now, it's probably a bad one."
"I want s'more."
"You don't need any more."
"I want s'more."
"You won't want it when you sober up, and you'll probably blame me for dragging you to this party."
"No, I won't." Tries to sit up.
"Yeah you will. Where are you going?"
"To get some."
Pushes him back down again, "No dude. You'll be pissed at yourself tomorrow."
"No." Falls back easily, but tries to get up again, laughing.
"I can't take you home in that state, you just need to let it wear off."
"I'm okay." Tries again to stand up.
Slings his arm over him, "Stay."
"Noo."
"Yes. I can't let you go do that. Weren't you gonna hang out with me?"
"Mmhmm, you get s'more wallermelon?"
"It a little bit."
"Mm mm, I'll get it."
"No you stay there. Isn't the ocean pretty?"
"I can't see it."
Helps him to sit up, keeping an arm around him, "Now you can."
Turns to look at him, "Yeah, real pretty."
"It looks the best at night, like this."
"Yeah."
"You're not even looking."
"Yeah, I am."
"The ocean is the other way."
"Oh. I needta get up."
"No, you can't. You'll stumble and hurt yourself."
"You get me s'more, okay?"
"Lets just check out the ocean."
"I will. You get some."
"No." Sighs, "Please just let it go."
Sighs, resting his head on Jason's shoulder.
"That's better, man."
"It is real pretty."
"Yeah it is."
"What's a matter with me?"
"You're drunk."
"I am?"
Laughs softly, "Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts."
"Oh, that's why it tasted funny?"
"Yes, it wasn't normal watermelon."
"Oh."
"Though who knows what else they put in it here. "
"You could go try it."
"I really don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Why?"
"I don't need to be buzzed right now."
"Why?"
"Because the last thing I need to do is stupid shit."
"You might ask me out again?"
"Yeah I might do something like that."
"Or kiss me?"
"That vodka they used must have made you a mind reader."
"You really wanna?"
Sighs, "Just look at the ocean."
"But maybe I do too."
"Maybe you wanna what?"
"Kiss you."
"You just miss your girlfriend."
"Oh. Yeah."
"That stuff just makes you want to kiss anyone."
"I don't wanna kiss anyone."
"Good."
"Just you."
"You're not gonna say that in an hour."
"Oh."
"Just relax."
Sighs, drops back into the sand with a thud.
"Yeah." Stretches out next to him.
"I don't mind this."
"Laying here?"
"Feelin' like this."
"Buzzed?"
"Mmhmm, I don't feel so disgusted with myself."
Frowns, "You don't have anything to be disgusted about."
Doesn't reply.
"What's bugging you?"
"Things."
"Like what?"
"Kissin'."
"Why does kissing make you disgusted?"
"Who I want to."
"There's no wrong people for you to kiss."
"Yeah, there is."
"No there's not. Who disgusts you?"
"Myself."
"No, who you're kissing?"
"You."
"Oh, fantastic. The idea of kissing me is disgusting."
"You don't get it."
"Have you really been thinking about kissing me?"
"Yeah."
"But you're upset, 'cause you're straight?"
"Yeah."
"The idea probably just got planted in your head when I said I was trying to ask you out."
"I wanna know what it's like."
"Curiosity is perfectly normal. Nothing to be upset about. Would you like me to kiss you? The curiosity will stop messing with your head, but try not to hit me if it’s gross."
"Yeah."
Props himself over him, "You sure?"
Licks his lips, "Yeah."
Presses their lips together, giving him a moment to adjust to that pressure before seeking entrance into his mouth.
Closes his eyes, any thought he wanted to have is gone, opens his mouth for him wanting more, anything more, of this sudden jolt of electricity he's feeling.
After expecting to keep it brief or to be shoved off, there is a little surprise at this welcome. Forgets that this was supposed to be a demonstration, kissing him fully.
Reaches a hand up to rest on his hip, confused for just a moment at the lack of curves, but that's erased by the kiss filling his every thought. A small sound escapes, unknown to himself.
Half laying on top of him, kisses him the way he's wanted to since first seeing him in the batting cage. Cups his face, unwilling to let go now.
Lets go of everything he's been thinking about since meeting him, since feeling what he's been fighting. Even if he wants to keep it hidden, it's all coming out in that moment between the alcohol and the kiss he's receiving.
Sucks on his tongue in a way that really leaves no doubt what they could do together, but instead of allowing his hands to roam he can't leave the intimacy of touching his face.
Pulls back suddenly, or as much as he can or will let himself. Just enough to gasp for a breath loudly, his eyes fluttering, "Jase. Oh God. I--" The look on his face is almost panic, his body's responce obvious.
Dragging in air into his own lungs, "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. "
He's shaking, but still holding on to his hips, "It's not okay, it's not okay. Oh God, it's not okay."
Taking in that he's shaking more from fear than pleasure, slows down, gathering his own scattered thoughts, "That's normal. You can't kiss somebody like that and not respond."
"No, it ain't. That ain't normal at all." He's so torn between shoving him off and pull him closer, he doesnt' know what to do with himself.
Pets his face, "It's perfectly normal. Maybe a bit shocking if you didn't think you liked guys any, but lots of people like both. Buster, it's gonna be okay."
"No. No. I ain't like that. Oh God. I ain't..." His breath is jagged the more he's panicking.
"Look, I'll get up if you want me to."
"You-- uh, I don't know. I don't know."
Presses the lightest kiss to his lips, "Breathe for me."
Takes in a deep breath, "I ain't gay."
"I know, I think you're a little bi."
"No, no, I'm not."
"But you did kiss me like you meant it."
"I-- it's wrong."
"People coming together isn't wrong."
"I'm not gay, I'm not bi, I'm not any of that wrong stuff."
Frowns, "Do I disgust you?"
"Jase, I..." Tries to fight down the panic attack without success.
"It's a big revelation, it's okay. I promise there's nothing wrong with you."
"It's not okay!"
"It doesn't have to change your life. I know, you still have a girlfriend, and if you're still serious about her then you keep going on with your life just as it is. If you break up, the pool of people you pick your next date with just expanded."
"You don't understand."
"What don't I get?"
"I'm not gay."
Pulls away from him, unsure what to say, "Okay, you're not."
"Jase...."
"Maybe you should think about it without me around. Or when you sober up."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Gazes out at the ocean, his shoulders slumped.
Tries to focus up on the stars, but everything is spinning and swimming and not one thought will settle down. "Jase?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, you were just drunk. It didn't mean anything."
Sighs, "Yeah...."
His own vision is blurry, "I'm sorry. I was sober and I'm the one who fucked up here. I didn't expect.... I'm the one who is sorry."
"I..." Just sighs.
"Don't worry about it." Hugs his knees to his chest.
"I can drive you home."
"I'll bum a ride. My stupid birthday fucked up your evening enough."
"I can drive you."
"You really don't have to be polite."
"I understand you don't want me to."
"I don't wanna be a reason for you to hate yourself."
Doesn't reply.
"I just wanna go home."
"I'll drive you."
"I don't think you wanna drive me to California."
Sighs.
"I miss home."
"Me too."
Wipes his eyes. Resting his chin on his arms.
Sighs, carefully getting to his feet, "I'll be in my truck, whenever you're ready."
"You don't have to."
"Take your time." Heads back to the parking lot.
"I should have looked out for you better at the party."
Pauses a second, looking at him, but continues on. Turns his radio up, letting the music drown out his thoughts.
Stays on the beach by the water, not wanting to face anyone.
Title: Only Fools Rush In. Chapter Three.
Fandom: Major League Baseball.
Characters: Jason Castro, Buster Posey.
Word Count: 3,039.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Jason asks Buster to come to his rescue.
Author's Notes: This is set on June 18, 2007 after the YD Sox have beaten Cotuit Kettleers 15-1.
"Hey, Buster? Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"I know you don't do parties, but could you come out with me and the guys tonight? I can't figure out any way to get out of this, since it's kinda in my honour, without looking like an asshole."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that."
"Maybe you can come and rescue me from it?"
"Uh, sure. You don't wanna go hang out on the beach?"
"No. I kinda wish no one even knew it was my birthday."
"They'll take any excuse to have a party."
"Yeah, and I wouldn't have picked a beach party if I got a choice."
"What would you pick?"
"Anything else, beach parties just make me miss my family."
"Oh. You could tell 'em that."
Shrugs, "Like you said they just want a reason to party."
"They do those a lot. Well, they did last year."
"I don't want to ruin their good time, I just wanna get out of there relatively quickly."
"I have my truck, we can leave whenever. I already said I wasn't goin', so no one will care if I leave."
"Thanks. Maybe the mini-golf will still be open. We can do something fun."
Nods, "No problem."
Grins, "You're a life saver."
Smiles, "I don't like 'em either, I'm just glad my birthday ain't durin' the summer."
"You lucked out that way."
"You almost did. Least it's over quick."
"Amen to that. But you promise not to ditch me?"
"I promise."
"I'll survive this experience then."
"I hope so, the team needs ya."
"You don't want to send me running back to California."
"Right."
"Okay, so I'll see you there?"
"You don't need a ride?"
"I do, but I didn't wanna be too much of a pain."
"I'm already goin' there."
"I know, but you've already driven me around so much. You're sure you don't mind?"
"I'm already goin'. Why would I mind?"
Shrugs, "So you're not stuck hanging out with me all night."
"If you don't want to." Shrugs.
"No, I'd rather ride with you than anybody else."
"It's okay if you don't wanna."
"I do. I wasn't sure if you did."
"Let's go."
"You got it." Smiles, heading in the direction of his truck.
Tosses his bag in the back, "I made you a-- well, I guess I got you a birthday present. Don't sit on it."
"Huh?" Looks on the passenger's seat.
There's a burned CD in a case, "You needta learn."
"Is this country?" Picks it up grinning.
"Mmhmm, it's the mix I'm listenin' to right now."
"I haven't gotten a mix tape in ages. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Happy birthday."
"And still one year shy of true adulthood." Laughs.
"Always seemed funny to me, you can vote and be drafted, but you cain't drink if you wanna."
"Or gamble. I guess we could vote to lower the drinking age, if we wanted to."
Shrugs, "Just seems funny."
"It used to be younger at one point. I think it was like the 80s when they raised it."
Shrugs, "Doesn't make sense to me."
"Would you drink if you were legal?"
"No, but I think I should be able to choose that."
"Me too, I don't like the government stepping in and telling me at what age I'm responsible enough to take a drink. And if you don't have the maturity for that why on earth would you have the maturity to vote?"
"Or serve your country. That's what I'm sayin'. You can be responsible enough for one, you can be for all."
"I think that's too young to serve your country. The teenage brain isn't even fully developed!"
Shrugs, "I don't know 'bout that, but I wouldn't want my teammates to have guns."
"Yeah, do you think they should be out protecting the country?"
"If you train 'em, maybe."
"A big maybe."
"It's a certain type."
"Yeah, poor and underprivileged."
"I don't know 'bout that."
"Recruiters target the lower class who are more likely to jump for the signing bonus."
"Don't seem fair."
"I don't think it is at all."
"Government does all kindsa stuff that ain't fair. My dad gets real mad if I say that."
"Big on our current administration?"
"He sure is."
Bites his lip.
Glances over to him, with a smile, "You're from California."
"Being from my state isn't the problem."
"It's not?"
"No, surprisingly not everybody from California is a Democrat."
Honest surprise, "They're not?"
"No, they're not, just like I bet you even have some Democrats in Georgia."
"Maybe some."
"I try not to stereotype people, although I know I fit a lot of the typical Californian image the rest of the country has."
"You kinda do." Parks at the beach, not getting out yet, "My dad would say so for sure."
"Why would he say that?"
"You're studyin' sociology an' all that, you're a surfer and a Democrat and you're.. y'know."
"Gay?"
"Yeah."
"Well I'm not a vegan or an animal rights activist and I don't smoke weed."
"Oh."
Laughs, clapping him on the shoulder, "I do know someone who grows it though."
Smiles, "Are you teasin' me?"
"A little, though I do know somebody."
"You ever done that?"
"I've tried it, it wasn't world altering."
"Oh."
"You aren't missing anything if you don't."
"That's not somethin' I'm ever gonna try."
Shrugs, "Didn't think you would."
Points to the fire down the beach, "Ready?"
"Yeah lets get this over with."
"We'll survive."
Reaches over and squeezes his arm, "Thanks for this."
Smiles, "What're friends for?" Pulls away before he can see his blush, happy to be in the dark on the beach.
Walks next to him, partially invading his space without really thinking about it, "I'll owe you one for this."
Tries very hard not to tense. "Don't worry 'bout it."
"I gotta do something in turn for you, so it's only fair."
"You really don't."
"You can't talk me out of it, I was raised to be polite too."
Grins, "Is that so?"
"Yeah it is, you'll have to put up with me doing something nice for you."
"Alright."
"Now I just have to figure out what you like besides baseball and country music."
"That's about it." Pauses, "And not havin' sand in my shoes."
"You gotta take 'em off."
"Oh." Pauses trying to balance on one foot to take his sneakers off.
Grins, trying not to laugh as he removes his own with practiced ease.
Ends up toppling over, landing hard in the sand. Makes an annoyed sigh, but uses the chance to pull off both his sneakers and socks.
He can't help letting out a laugh, "Do you want help down there?"
Pouts unintentionally, "I'm fine."
Offers him a hand, "Taking shoes off in the sand is very complicated. No shame in falling over."
Grabs his hand, pulling himself to his feet, "We don't have beaches in Leesburg."
"Poor Leesburg." Grins at him.
Shakes his head, brushing the sand off his rear. "I don't think so."
Still chuckling a little, helps him brush sand off his shoulders and back.
Still pouting, though amused, "It ain't funny."
Circles back to his front, "You're presentable now."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." His eyes rest on his lips, after a moment forces himself to step back.
Turns to continue on to the party.
Sighs, falling in step with him again.
"Hey, birthday boy, what're you drinkin'?"
"Uh." Looks to Buster, "I'm good right now, thanks."
"Oh hell no. You need somethin'. So does your boy. Beer?"
"He's not my--we're good. I don't need to go running out into the ocean yet."
"At least go eat somethin'. The watermelon's good."
Nods, "That's more my speed right now. I could definitely eat."
"I think someone brought onna those grill things, but really, eat the watermelon."
"I love grilled food on the beach. You're saying it's not edible?"
"I don't know. It's probably fine."
"I don't want food poisoning on my birthday."
"Check the middle first. Or after the watermelon you won't care."
"Oh, I get you man."
"Good good. Enjoy yourselves."
"Thanks." To Buster, "Don't eat the watermelon."
"Why not?"
"Just don't."
"Why not?"
"Didn't you hear him? It's not your thing."
"What did he say?"
Shakes his head, "Just don't do it."
"Fine." Frowns.
"Good."
"You wanna see what there is for food?"
"Sure, I think they're grilling down that way."
"I'll catch up, I'm gonna say hi around."
"Oh, alright, well you'll see me around." Waves at the crowd, going to investigate what there is to eat.
After a ten or twenty minutes of talking around, taps Jason's shoulder.
He's sitting in the sand, looking out at the ocean, "Hey."
"Hi." Plops down next to him.
"Did you get to talk to everyone you wanted to?"
"Mmhmm."
"That's good. Ready to make our escape?"
"Um, maybe."
"Oh, if you want to stay, that's cool."
"I feel funny."
"Did you get sick on something you ate?"
"I didn't eat 'cept-- not anythin'."
Twists to look at him, "You didn't drink anything right? You said you don't drink."
"Mm mm. Just had one bite 'cept I think it went bad, it was bad."
"One bite of what?"
"Somethin'."
"What was it?"
"Wallermelon." Pauses, blinks, "Wall-- wall-- watermelon." Snickers.
"I told you!" Groans, "This is not my night," Sighs, pushing on his shoulders, "Just lie back. I won't let you do anything stupid. It'll wear off."
Falls back easily, "I just tried it one, two times, but it wasn't right at all, it had a funny, I feel funny.
"Because it was spiked. I told you not to have it."
"Oh."
"Just stay there." Lays back himself, "You can count stars or something."
Turns his head to look at him, "I don't wanna."
"Whatever idea you have right now, it's probably a bad one."
"I want s'more."
"You don't need any more."
"I want s'more."
"You won't want it when you sober up, and you'll probably blame me for dragging you to this party."
"No, I won't." Tries to sit up.
"Yeah you will. Where are you going?"
"To get some."
Pushes him back down again, "No dude. You'll be pissed at yourself tomorrow."
"No." Falls back easily, but tries to get up again, laughing.
"I can't take you home in that state, you just need to let it wear off."
"I'm okay." Tries again to stand up.
Slings his arm over him, "Stay."
"Noo."
"Yes. I can't let you go do that. Weren't you gonna hang out with me?"
"Mmhmm, you get s'more wallermelon?"
"It a little bit."
"Mm mm, I'll get it."
"No you stay there. Isn't the ocean pretty?"
"I can't see it."
Helps him to sit up, keeping an arm around him, "Now you can."
Turns to look at him, "Yeah, real pretty."
"It looks the best at night, like this."
"Yeah."
"You're not even looking."
"Yeah, I am."
"The ocean is the other way."
"Oh. I needta get up."
"No, you can't. You'll stumble and hurt yourself."
"You get me s'more, okay?"
"Lets just check out the ocean."
"I will. You get some."
"No." Sighs, "Please just let it go."
Sighs, resting his head on Jason's shoulder.
"That's better, man."
"It is real pretty."
"Yeah it is."
"What's a matter with me?"
"You're drunk."
"I am?"
Laughs softly, "Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts."
"Oh, that's why it tasted funny?"
"Yes, it wasn't normal watermelon."
"Oh."
"Though who knows what else they put in it here. "
"You could go try it."
"I really don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Why?"
"I don't need to be buzzed right now."
"Why?"
"Because the last thing I need to do is stupid shit."
"You might ask me out again?"
"Yeah I might do something like that."
"Or kiss me?"
"That vodka they used must have made you a mind reader."
"You really wanna?"
Sighs, "Just look at the ocean."
"But maybe I do too."
"Maybe you wanna what?"
"Kiss you."
"You just miss your girlfriend."
"Oh. Yeah."
"That stuff just makes you want to kiss anyone."
"I don't wanna kiss anyone."
"Good."
"Just you."
"You're not gonna say that in an hour."
"Oh."
"Just relax."
Sighs, drops back into the sand with a thud.
"Yeah." Stretches out next to him.
"I don't mind this."
"Laying here?"
"Feelin' like this."
"Buzzed?"
"Mmhmm, I don't feel so disgusted with myself."
Frowns, "You don't have anything to be disgusted about."
Doesn't reply.
"What's bugging you?"
"Things."
"Like what?"
"Kissin'."
"Why does kissing make you disgusted?"
"Who I want to."
"There's no wrong people for you to kiss."
"Yeah, there is."
"No there's not. Who disgusts you?"
"Myself."
"No, who you're kissing?"
"You."
"Oh, fantastic. The idea of kissing me is disgusting."
"You don't get it."
"Have you really been thinking about kissing me?"
"Yeah."
"But you're upset, 'cause you're straight?"
"Yeah."
"The idea probably just got planted in your head when I said I was trying to ask you out."
"I wanna know what it's like."
"Curiosity is perfectly normal. Nothing to be upset about. Would you like me to kiss you? The curiosity will stop messing with your head, but try not to hit me if it’s gross."
"Yeah."
Props himself over him, "You sure?"
Licks his lips, "Yeah."
Presses their lips together, giving him a moment to adjust to that pressure before seeking entrance into his mouth.
Closes his eyes, any thought he wanted to have is gone, opens his mouth for him wanting more, anything more, of this sudden jolt of electricity he's feeling.
After expecting to keep it brief or to be shoved off, there is a little surprise at this welcome. Forgets that this was supposed to be a demonstration, kissing him fully.
Reaches a hand up to rest on his hip, confused for just a moment at the lack of curves, but that's erased by the kiss filling his every thought. A small sound escapes, unknown to himself.
Half laying on top of him, kisses him the way he's wanted to since first seeing him in the batting cage. Cups his face, unwilling to let go now.
Lets go of everything he's been thinking about since meeting him, since feeling what he's been fighting. Even if he wants to keep it hidden, it's all coming out in that moment between the alcohol and the kiss he's receiving.
Sucks on his tongue in a way that really leaves no doubt what they could do together, but instead of allowing his hands to roam he can't leave the intimacy of touching his face.
Pulls back suddenly, or as much as he can or will let himself. Just enough to gasp for a breath loudly, his eyes fluttering, "Jase. Oh God. I--" The look on his face is almost panic, his body's responce obvious.
Dragging in air into his own lungs, "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. "
He's shaking, but still holding on to his hips, "It's not okay, it's not okay. Oh God, it's not okay."
Taking in that he's shaking more from fear than pleasure, slows down, gathering his own scattered thoughts, "That's normal. You can't kiss somebody like that and not respond."
"No, it ain't. That ain't normal at all." He's so torn between shoving him off and pull him closer, he doesnt' know what to do with himself.
Pets his face, "It's perfectly normal. Maybe a bit shocking if you didn't think you liked guys any, but lots of people like both. Buster, it's gonna be okay."
"No. No. I ain't like that. Oh God. I ain't..." His breath is jagged the more he's panicking.
"Look, I'll get up if you want me to."
"You-- uh, I don't know. I don't know."
Presses the lightest kiss to his lips, "Breathe for me."
Takes in a deep breath, "I ain't gay."
"I know, I think you're a little bi."
"No, no, I'm not."
"But you did kiss me like you meant it."
"I-- it's wrong."
"People coming together isn't wrong."
"I'm not gay, I'm not bi, I'm not any of that wrong stuff."
Frowns, "Do I disgust you?"
"Jase, I..." Tries to fight down the panic attack without success.
"It's a big revelation, it's okay. I promise there's nothing wrong with you."
"It's not okay!"
"It doesn't have to change your life. I know, you still have a girlfriend, and if you're still serious about her then you keep going on with your life just as it is. If you break up, the pool of people you pick your next date with just expanded."
"You don't understand."
"What don't I get?"
"I'm not gay."
Pulls away from him, unsure what to say, "Okay, you're not."
"Jase...."
"Maybe you should think about it without me around. Or when you sober up."
"Yeah, maybe I should."
Gazes out at the ocean, his shoulders slumped.
Tries to focus up on the stars, but everything is spinning and swimming and not one thought will settle down. "Jase?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay, you were just drunk. It didn't mean anything."
Sighs, "Yeah...."
His own vision is blurry, "I'm sorry. I was sober and I'm the one who fucked up here. I didn't expect.... I'm the one who is sorry."
"I..." Just sighs.
"Don't worry about it." Hugs his knees to his chest.
"I can drive you home."
"I'll bum a ride. My stupid birthday fucked up your evening enough."
"I can drive you."
"You really don't have to be polite."
"I understand you don't want me to."
"I don't wanna be a reason for you to hate yourself."
Doesn't reply.
"I just wanna go home."
"I'll drive you."
"I don't think you wanna drive me to California."
Sighs.
"I miss home."
"Me too."
Wipes his eyes. Resting his chin on his arms.
Sighs, carefully getting to his feet, "I'll be in my truck, whenever you're ready."
"You don't have to."
"Take your time." Heads back to the parking lot.
"I should have looked out for you better at the party."
Pauses a second, looking at him, but continues on. Turns his radio up, letting the music drown out his thoughts.
Stays on the beach by the water, not wanting to face anyone.