#19: Dugout, #96: Fielder's Choice (Caught) - Diamondbacks - Stephen Drew
Two short pieces I'm going to include together.
Title: Dugout
Characters: Mark Reynolds, Stephen Drew
Rating: PG
Word Count: 234
Summary: This is based off true events (at least from what they showed on TV).
General Disclaimer: These stories are completely fictional and are not meant to represent the actual people in it. No profit is being made, and no harm is intended. It's just a story.
Why was Stephen putting his arm around him?
He had just gotten out, and yeah he was upset. But usually the guys just left you alone if you made an out. There was not much coddling on this team. They just had a "you'll get it next time" attitude and didn't worry too much about the last play. But Mark definitely felt an arm around him, and that arm definitely belonged to Stephen. The shortstop was saying some words to him, but Mark could hardly pay attention. Stephen, of all people, was touching him, and it was an intimate gesture. I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight, Mark kept saying to himself in his mind. But he couldn't ignore the fact that his breath was quickening, and he felt light-headed.
"... and just by being a little more patient, you'll make him pitch to you. Then you can knock it out of the park."
Mark turned to look at Stephen as he caught those last few words. He was so damn close. Why was he so close? Mark just nodded at Stephen as he couldn't form any words. Stephen gave him a little smile that he had to admit was damn cute. And in an instant he was pulling his arm away, and then he was gone.
Mark looked down in disappointment. There were some things in life that were worse than making an out.
Title: Caught
Characters: Eric Byrnes/Conor Jackson, Stephen Drew
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 491
Summary: Stephen walks into the guys' bathroom and is in for a big surprise.
Stephen thought that all the other guys had left. There was nobody really around in the clubhouse, and so it was a reasonable assumption to make. Stephen had all of his things packed up and ready to go, and he just needed to use the bathroom before leaving.
Stephen walked in and was bombarded with a sight that he could only process for a few moments. At first he couldn’t tell who he was looking at, but he could see that it was two males. Most likely it was two of his teammates. Stephen’s first thought was that one of the men was attacking the other. His instinct was to pull them apart, but then he realized they weren’t fighting at all. They were embracing.
All that Stephen could do was stare for a minute, as he saw one man had the other pinned up against the bathroom stall. The man was holding the other tightly by the shoulders, and he was kissing him. As he turned his face in Stephen's direction, he noticed that it was Eric. Eric, a man that Stephen believed to be perfectly straight, was kissing another man. That man was none other than Eric's replacement, Conor Jackson. They were completely lost in each other, and therefore didn't notice Stephen standing there staring at them. He had to get out of there. Not only was he witnessing a sin, but it was between two of his teammates. This was big. Reputations and lives were ruined over things like this. Stephen didn't want to be a part of it.
He turned around and went back the way he came, but the door must have closed too loudly behind him because he saw Eric practically running after him.
"Hey, wait up," Eric called.
"I was just leaving," Stephen said, trying to avoid being discovered.
"Look man, you didn't see anything. Please tell me you didn't see anything," Eric said.
Stephen realized how much power he had over Eric now, and Conor as well. Knowledge was power, and this was the ultimate incriminating knowledge. It was his to do with as he pleased. He could be the ruin of both these men's lives if he wanted to. But why was he even thinking these thoughts? These guys were his teammates, but even more than that they were his friends. He would never do anything to intentionally hurt either of them. Stephen looked at Eric and saw the worry etched in his features. A man who was usually so jubilant and care-free now looked downright scared.
“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t see anything at all,” Stephen said, using a tone to imply that he really had seen what happened between Eric and Conor, but he wasn’t going to share.
Eric gave a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Please don’t tell anyone about what you ‘didn’t see,’” Eric said.
“I won’t,” Stephen said. “I will just pray for you.”
My Table.
Title: Dugout
Characters: Mark Reynolds, Stephen Drew
Rating: PG
Word Count: 234
Summary: This is based off true events (at least from what they showed on TV).
General Disclaimer: These stories are completely fictional and are not meant to represent the actual people in it. No profit is being made, and no harm is intended. It's just a story.
Why was Stephen putting his arm around him?
He had just gotten out, and yeah he was upset. But usually the guys just left you alone if you made an out. There was not much coddling on this team. They just had a "you'll get it next time" attitude and didn't worry too much about the last play. But Mark definitely felt an arm around him, and that arm definitely belonged to Stephen. The shortstop was saying some words to him, but Mark could hardly pay attention. Stephen, of all people, was touching him, and it was an intimate gesture. I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm straight, Mark kept saying to himself in his mind. But he couldn't ignore the fact that his breath was quickening, and he felt light-headed.
"... and just by being a little more patient, you'll make him pitch to you. Then you can knock it out of the park."
Mark turned to look at Stephen as he caught those last few words. He was so damn close. Why was he so close? Mark just nodded at Stephen as he couldn't form any words. Stephen gave him a little smile that he had to admit was damn cute. And in an instant he was pulling his arm away, and then he was gone.
Mark looked down in disappointment. There were some things in life that were worse than making an out.
Title: Caught
Characters: Eric Byrnes/Conor Jackson, Stephen Drew
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 491
Summary: Stephen walks into the guys' bathroom and is in for a big surprise.
Stephen thought that all the other guys had left. There was nobody really around in the clubhouse, and so it was a reasonable assumption to make. Stephen had all of his things packed up and ready to go, and he just needed to use the bathroom before leaving.
Stephen walked in and was bombarded with a sight that he could only process for a few moments. At first he couldn’t tell who he was looking at, but he could see that it was two males. Most likely it was two of his teammates. Stephen’s first thought was that one of the men was attacking the other. His instinct was to pull them apart, but then he realized they weren’t fighting at all. They were embracing.
All that Stephen could do was stare for a minute, as he saw one man had the other pinned up against the bathroom stall. The man was holding the other tightly by the shoulders, and he was kissing him. As he turned his face in Stephen's direction, he noticed that it was Eric. Eric, a man that Stephen believed to be perfectly straight, was kissing another man. That man was none other than Eric's replacement, Conor Jackson. They were completely lost in each other, and therefore didn't notice Stephen standing there staring at them. He had to get out of there. Not only was he witnessing a sin, but it was between two of his teammates. This was big. Reputations and lives were ruined over things like this. Stephen didn't want to be a part of it.
He turned around and went back the way he came, but the door must have closed too loudly behind him because he saw Eric practically running after him.
"Hey, wait up," Eric called.
"I was just leaving," Stephen said, trying to avoid being discovered.
"Look man, you didn't see anything. Please tell me you didn't see anything," Eric said.
Stephen realized how much power he had over Eric now, and Conor as well. Knowledge was power, and this was the ultimate incriminating knowledge. It was his to do with as he pleased. He could be the ruin of both these men's lives if he wanted to. But why was he even thinking these thoughts? These guys were his teammates, but even more than that they were his friends. He would never do anything to intentionally hurt either of them. Stephen looked at Eric and saw the worry etched in his features. A man who was usually so jubilant and care-free now looked downright scared.
“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t see anything at all,” Stephen said, using a tone to imply that he really had seen what happened between Eric and Conor, but he wasn’t going to share.
Eric gave a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Please don’t tell anyone about what you ‘didn’t see,’” Eric said.
“I won’t,” Stephen said. “I will just pray for you.”
My Table.