[FIC] (Baseball) August Heat
Title: August Heat
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Alex Rodriguez/Derek Jeter (NYY)
Summary: He tries to stay away but he would never let him.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is true because it's all in my head.
Notes: Set in July/August of 2007. This is non-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine (and will be appreciated if someone pointed any out). This is a semi-sequel to Insanity Ensures When You Fall For Him but you don't have to read it to understand, I think. And no, I can't seem to write anything longer.
Notes 2: This is for prompt 063. Summer, part of fanfic100 and the table is here. Originally posted here.
It is no surprise Derek avoided Alex like the plague after what happened a few weeks ago. But then they try not to talk other than making some awkward conversation in the clubhouse. Either way, things are still the same between the two. Derek is not shocked at all that Alex hasn’t lashed out at him. He knows Alex rather not dig up the emotional stuff in the past. He sneers at his next thought but ignores it.
Derek is looking forward to August. July always sucked in his books. While there is the All Star Game somewhere in there, it still dragged on and also not quite yet to September. So August undeniably is much better. It doesn’t help that July meant it is insanely hot in New York, or everywhere else actually. And he can’t help but notice Alex seemingly to take off his shirt more often than not and parading where Derek can see.
Or it is just Derek’s imagination working in overdrive. He always catches a glimpse of Alex hanging around in the corner of his eyes and he’s trying not to look, or finding Alex over Jorge’s shoulders (or whoever’s really) when he’s trying to have a conversation. So Derek comes to a pretty definite conclusion: either he has finally gone insane, or Alex is trying to make things worst. Derek can’t decide which is which, so he’ll just stick to the latter theory for now. It does make him feel better.
And no he hasn’t missed the amused look on Jorge’s face when they’re talking and suddenly Derek’s attention wanders when he finds Alex walking around without a shirt and Jorge coughs to bring Derek back to reality.
August finally makes its entrance and Derek watches his batting average go up and down like the daily oil prices. (And if Derek really wanted to check, he could have seen Alex’s was too. But he doesn’t because he doesn’t care like that.)
On the field, he tries to stick with a teammate he knows well enough and makes a point to never be left alone with Alex. So he laughs when he still sees pictures of himself and Alex together in the newspapers. He is so sure he and Alex never stood together like that. Reporters these days, he thinks to himself.
Derek can’t help but notice that Jorge tries to keeps his distance away from Alex when he can. He loves seeing Jorge squirm when he fails to do so, so he reluctant makes conversation with Alex. But Derek can’t stare for too long because he catches Alex staring back too many times to count.
It is inevitable really, Derek tells himself. They can’t avoid each other forever and it is still only August. August heat makes everyone do crazy things. Because hey, it was in August when the A’s had that 20 games winning streak. So there is an excuse somewhere out there that says August makes people do crazy things.
Derek invites some of the guys to his penthouse for a night of barbeque. Alex was never formally invited and Derek made sure he never asked him personally. He wanted to see if he would dare show up uninvited.
So when Derek answers the door with the grill going on the patio, he is somewhat surprised that Alex shows up with Cano with a huge grin and two cases of beer in tow. He guesses that Cano never got the memo of the rift between himself and Alex. But either way, it is not like he can turn Alex away and apparently Alex knows that too when their eyes met.
Mariano, Andy and a bunch of his teammates arrive within the next ten minutes. They bring along with them more food than what Derek guesses will be consumed and of course more alcohol (beer, of course). They obviously have the next day off but that doesn't mean they are going to get wasted. Derek definitely has the room to let the guys pass out in his penthouse but that means they will have to answer to their missus. But then out of the public's eyes they are definitely more open to drinking more than usual.
Derek lets his friends stay inside and hang out while he is on the patio cooking the food they brought. He does not fail to notice Alex has taken up the seat facing right where he stood, even if he was out on the patio.
Jorge shows up to his side and hands him a nice cold bottle. “I thought you all forgot me and left me out here,” remarks Jeter with a chuckle.
“Never,” Posada grins. He clinks bottle with Jeter's and takes a swig.
“Can you take care of this for a sec? I have to go change my shirt.”
Jorge nods and takes the tongs from him. Jeter salutes his friends before heading to his room for a fresh shirt. He realizes he isn't watching where he's heading but his feet know to stop in front of Alex. His body felt the other man's presence before his eyes even took notice.
“Alex, nice to see you show up,” comments Derek.
“Thanks for the invite.”
“At least you brought beer. So all is forgiven,” replies Derek with gritted teeth.
“Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Cano asked if I was coming to your get-together. And I said yes without thinking. It's not like I can back out after I said it. So I tagged along.” Alex shrugs.
Derek doesn't know what to say. It's not like there's anything suitable to say in these situations. There should be a manual for this kind of thing. So he does what he knows best and heads to his bedroom and closes the door.
He must have zoned out because the next thing he knows is someone knocking on the door. Jorge sticks his head in. “The food's ready. They're eating now so take your time.”
He nods and mutters a ‘thanks’. He checks his appearances in the bathroom mirror and heads out to see his friends. He finds them already migrated out to the patio with extra chairs placed. The food (he can smell the ribs) really does smell good and his stomach grumbled in reaction.
Alex hands him a large plate filled with the various cooked meat, especially the large ribs. Suddenly Alex coming to his party doesn't seem so bad after all because he is too hungry to care.
After most of the food all have been cooked and eaten, they migrate back inside to Derek's penthouse. Derek reclines against the comfy sofa while the rest finds a place to sit one way or another. He rests his bottle on the arm rest and occasionally takes some sips. He has a light buzz going on and he can barely make out what people are saying. He can barely catch the conversation other than a few words here and there.
Derek jolts awake with a few bruising nudges. He opens his eyes to find Alex staring down at him. “Fuck,” yells Derek. “What the hell?”
Alex grins slyly. “Sorry, I couldn't help waking you up. You were sleeping so peacefully.”
Derek groans and figures that he passed out. “Where is everyone?”
“Left,” says Alex with a shrug.
Derek tries not to squirm under Alex's gaze. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Midnight, I think.”
“Shit. Why are you still here then?”
Alex shrugs again.
No reply huh, Derek notes. He sits up and finds all the empty bottles and paper plates are gone, especially the bottle that was on his arm rest. Either the boys cleaned up after themselves (which he highly doubts) or Alex cleaned up for him (which still doesn’t make sense). “I think it’s time for you to go, Alex.”
“Not yet.”
It was said so quiet that Derek isn’t sure if Alex had said anything at all.
Alex reaches out and grazes his fingers down Derek’s face. Derek shudders at the sensation. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this.
“You should go home now,” repeats Derek.
Alex not only ignores Derek’s plea but slowly dips his head and kisses Derek instead. It is slow and too gentle, nothing like what Derek remembers. But the taste remains the same, full of the bitterness of beer.
Alex’s hand finds the back of his head and moves to awkwardly sit on Derek’s lap. His other hand wanders up and down his arm. Derek numbly sits there while Alex continues to kiss and nip his tongue.
Derek’s eyes widen as he realizes, truly realizes what is going on. He reluctantly shoves Alex off his lap and quickly stands. “We are not doing this, Alex.” He looks down to find the man on the floor scrambling to regain his form.
Alex sneers as he brushes the dirt off his trousers. He sharply glares at Derek before turning away towards the door. Derek’s legs give out and land him back into the seat where he just kissed Alex a few minutes ago. His skin still tingles from Alex’s touches and he shivers from the light breeze blowing in from the screen door. August heat truly makes you go crazy.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Alex Rodriguez/Derek Jeter (NYY)
Summary: He tries to stay away but he would never let him.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is true because it's all in my head.
Notes: Set in July/August of 2007. This is non-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine (and will be appreciated if someone pointed any out). This is a semi-sequel to Insanity Ensures When You Fall For Him but you don't have to read it to understand, I think. And no, I can't seem to write anything longer.
Notes 2: This is for prompt 063. Summer, part of fanfic100 and the table is here. Originally posted here.
It is no surprise Derek avoided Alex like the plague after what happened a few weeks ago. But then they try not to talk other than making some awkward conversation in the clubhouse. Either way, things are still the same between the two. Derek is not shocked at all that Alex hasn’t lashed out at him. He knows Alex rather not dig up the emotional stuff in the past. He sneers at his next thought but ignores it.
Derek is looking forward to August. July always sucked in his books. While there is the All Star Game somewhere in there, it still dragged on and also not quite yet to September. So August undeniably is much better. It doesn’t help that July meant it is insanely hot in New York, or everywhere else actually. And he can’t help but notice Alex seemingly to take off his shirt more often than not and parading where Derek can see.
Or it is just Derek’s imagination working in overdrive. He always catches a glimpse of Alex hanging around in the corner of his eyes and he’s trying not to look, or finding Alex over Jorge’s shoulders (or whoever’s really) when he’s trying to have a conversation. So Derek comes to a pretty definite conclusion: either he has finally gone insane, or Alex is trying to make things worst. Derek can’t decide which is which, so he’ll just stick to the latter theory for now. It does make him feel better.
And no he hasn’t missed the amused look on Jorge’s face when they’re talking and suddenly Derek’s attention wanders when he finds Alex walking around without a shirt and Jorge coughs to bring Derek back to reality.
August finally makes its entrance and Derek watches his batting average go up and down like the daily oil prices. (And if Derek really wanted to check, he could have seen Alex’s was too. But he doesn’t because he doesn’t care like that.)
On the field, he tries to stick with a teammate he knows well enough and makes a point to never be left alone with Alex. So he laughs when he still sees pictures of himself and Alex together in the newspapers. He is so sure he and Alex never stood together like that. Reporters these days, he thinks to himself.
Derek can’t help but notice that Jorge tries to keeps his distance away from Alex when he can. He loves seeing Jorge squirm when he fails to do so, so he reluctant makes conversation with Alex. But Derek can’t stare for too long because he catches Alex staring back too many times to count.
It is inevitable really, Derek tells himself. They can’t avoid each other forever and it is still only August. August heat makes everyone do crazy things. Because hey, it was in August when the A’s had that 20 games winning streak. So there is an excuse somewhere out there that says August makes people do crazy things.
Derek invites some of the guys to his penthouse for a night of barbeque. Alex was never formally invited and Derek made sure he never asked him personally. He wanted to see if he would dare show up uninvited.
So when Derek answers the door with the grill going on the patio, he is somewhat surprised that Alex shows up with Cano with a huge grin and two cases of beer in tow. He guesses that Cano never got the memo of the rift between himself and Alex. But either way, it is not like he can turn Alex away and apparently Alex knows that too when their eyes met.
Mariano, Andy and a bunch of his teammates arrive within the next ten minutes. They bring along with them more food than what Derek guesses will be consumed and of course more alcohol (beer, of course). They obviously have the next day off but that doesn't mean they are going to get wasted. Derek definitely has the room to let the guys pass out in his penthouse but that means they will have to answer to their missus. But then out of the public's eyes they are definitely more open to drinking more than usual.
Derek lets his friends stay inside and hang out while he is on the patio cooking the food they brought. He does not fail to notice Alex has taken up the seat facing right where he stood, even if he was out on the patio.
Jorge shows up to his side and hands him a nice cold bottle. “I thought you all forgot me and left me out here,” remarks Jeter with a chuckle.
“Never,” Posada grins. He clinks bottle with Jeter's and takes a swig.
“Can you take care of this for a sec? I have to go change my shirt.”
Jorge nods and takes the tongs from him. Jeter salutes his friends before heading to his room for a fresh shirt. He realizes he isn't watching where he's heading but his feet know to stop in front of Alex. His body felt the other man's presence before his eyes even took notice.
“Alex, nice to see you show up,” comments Derek.
“Thanks for the invite.”
“At least you brought beer. So all is forgiven,” replies Derek with gritted teeth.
“Look, I'm not trying to start anything. Cano asked if I was coming to your get-together. And I said yes without thinking. It's not like I can back out after I said it. So I tagged along.” Alex shrugs.
Derek doesn't know what to say. It's not like there's anything suitable to say in these situations. There should be a manual for this kind of thing. So he does what he knows best and heads to his bedroom and closes the door.
He must have zoned out because the next thing he knows is someone knocking on the door. Jorge sticks his head in. “The food's ready. They're eating now so take your time.”
He nods and mutters a ‘thanks’. He checks his appearances in the bathroom mirror and heads out to see his friends. He finds them already migrated out to the patio with extra chairs placed. The food (he can smell the ribs) really does smell good and his stomach grumbled in reaction.
Alex hands him a large plate filled with the various cooked meat, especially the large ribs. Suddenly Alex coming to his party doesn't seem so bad after all because he is too hungry to care.
After most of the food all have been cooked and eaten, they migrate back inside to Derek's penthouse. Derek reclines against the comfy sofa while the rest finds a place to sit one way or another. He rests his bottle on the arm rest and occasionally takes some sips. He has a light buzz going on and he can barely make out what people are saying. He can barely catch the conversation other than a few words here and there.
Derek jolts awake with a few bruising nudges. He opens his eyes to find Alex staring down at him. “Fuck,” yells Derek. “What the hell?”
Alex grins slyly. “Sorry, I couldn't help waking you up. You were sleeping so peacefully.”
Derek groans and figures that he passed out. “Where is everyone?”
“Left,” says Alex with a shrug.
Derek tries not to squirm under Alex's gaze. “Wait, what time is it?”
“Midnight, I think.”
“Shit. Why are you still here then?”
Alex shrugs again.
No reply huh, Derek notes. He sits up and finds all the empty bottles and paper plates are gone, especially the bottle that was on his arm rest. Either the boys cleaned up after themselves (which he highly doubts) or Alex cleaned up for him (which still doesn’t make sense). “I think it’s time for you to go, Alex.”
“Not yet.”
It was said so quiet that Derek isn’t sure if Alex had said anything at all.
Alex reaches out and grazes his fingers down Derek’s face. Derek shudders at the sensation. He doesn’t realize how much he missed this.
“You should go home now,” repeats Derek.
Alex not only ignores Derek’s plea but slowly dips his head and kisses Derek instead. It is slow and too gentle, nothing like what Derek remembers. But the taste remains the same, full of the bitterness of beer.
Alex’s hand finds the back of his head and moves to awkwardly sit on Derek’s lap. His other hand wanders up and down his arm. Derek numbly sits there while Alex continues to kiss and nip his tongue.
Derek’s eyes widen as he realizes, truly realizes what is going on. He reluctantly shoves Alex off his lap and quickly stands. “We are not doing this, Alex.” He looks down to find the man on the floor scrambling to regain his form.
Alex sneers as he brushes the dirt off his trousers. He sharply glares at Derek before turning away towards the door. Derek’s legs give out and land him back into the seat where he just kissed Alex a few minutes ago. His skin still tingles from Alex’s touches and he shivers from the light breeze blowing in from the screen door. August heat truly makes you go crazy.