Jays2 (10/?)
Title: Jays2: For the Win! (10/?)
Genre: J2 RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared although - Heh! You know major league teams have 25-man rosters, right?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Baseball, Schmoop, Angst, Boy-Sexin’ (wait, what kind of warning is that?)
Word Count: 4,200
Disclaimer: Fiction not fact. All these beautiful guys belong to themselves. Jensen and Jared belong to each other, we all know that :D Only the words are mine. No copyright infringement intended for the use of the MLB teams/players/logos, the Toronto Star, or Rogers Sportsnet. This is for fun, not profit.
A/N: Herein lies some smexin’. Right. I did my bit. Carry on. Also *points to chapter title* I plead insanity. Those words are from Prince’s Cream.
Summary: Jensen and Cory have a really good day at the game - it’s just that they have very different definitions of what a really good day constitutes. Also, there’s pie, and it's chocolate cream.
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TEN: CREAM...GET ON TOP
Rogers Sportsnet Post-Game Broadcast:
Blue Jays Central with Matt Campbell and Caroline Millar
Good evening, and welcome to the Rogers Centre on this stormy Thursday night in Toronto. I’m Caroline Millar for Blue Jays Central on Rogers Sportsnet.
And I’m Matt Campbell, thinking it’s really, really great to have our retractable roof here because this storm is pounding Southern Ontario and the Eastern United States, causing quite a few major league games to be cancelled tonight. No such woes for the Blue Jays though, who were at home today after a successful road-trip that began in Atlanta and ended in Baltimore last night.
The Jays had an amazing game tonight in the first of their 3-game series against the LA Angels, the last games either team will play before the All-Star Game on Tuesday at Kauffman Stadium, home of the Kansas City Royals.
Can’t wait, Caroline! The home run derby this year has its fair share of sluggers, it’s going to be a great competition! But getting back to your Toronto Blue Jays... folks, what a game they had tonight! What a game!
Absolutely, Matt - this one was a gem! If you missed it, stay tuned after our post-game wrap up for Sportsnet Connected to catch all the highlights from games across the major league. As always, this game will be re-broadcast at midnight Eastern Standard Time, and believe me, you’ll want to TiVo this one, for one reason and one reason only: Jays Shortstop Jensen Ackles.
That’s right! Ackles was on fire tonight from the right side of the plate against Angels southpaw, Scott Kazmir. Not only did he go 4 for 4, with a walk, two singles, a double and a three-run home-run, the Jays Shortstop had three back-to-back stolen bases, and in a game where the Jays whalloped the Angels 13-nothing, ten of those runs coming the eighth and three in the ninth inning, Ackles also batted in 5 runs. So I’m not waiting for Sportsnet Connected to show you these highlights!
And as amazing as he was on the bases and at the plate, he was none too shabby with the glove along with partner-in-crime, second baseman, Jared Padalecki. I’m pretty sure starting pitcher Cory Montieth, who had a stellar outing tonight, will need to buy these guys a drink, because they were faultless in the field, turning three pristine 4-6-3 double plays, and heck they threw in a free 6-4-2 in there where, in one of the most exciting moments of the night, Ackles gunned down the speedy Angels centerfielder Torii Hunter at home plate, saving the scoreless victory for Montieth.
The highlight of the game though had to be Ackles’ three back-to-back stolen bases in the bottom of the eighth inning with the game still tied at nothing. Ackles laid down a picture-perfect bunt single to get on first and quickly stole second base with Padalecki behind on the count from Kazmir, who then proceeded to walk him. With none out and DH Christian Kane in the hole 0-and-2, suddenly, you just knew Ackles was going to start something. I seriously don’t think he was getting signs from the dugout at this point, and that’s one of the great things about having Kripke as a manager - he trusts his players instincts, especially when they have incredible communication with each other, and as anyone who’s watched them play together can tell you, the connection between Padalecki and Ackles borders on psychic.
Exactly! You won’t see it on the highlight reel, but there was just a look that passed between them. Then they both take two steps away from their respective bases, and as soon as the ball leaves Kazmir’s hand, they’re off! Double-steal, and they’re both called safe, while Kane strikes out at the plate. Misha Collins is the next batter up, as Ackles watches Kazmir’s next two deliveries. This is textbook, folks. Watch as Ackles slowly increases his lead from third base as Kazmir winds-up. Collins batting from the right side of the plate blocks catcher Mike Napoli’s view of third, and with the throw, Ackles is off like a bullet. There’s confusion in the Angels infield with Collins jumping out of the way but by the time Napoli has the ball, Ackles hook-slides into home and is called safe!
And Napoli is caught snoozing again because while the action followed Ackles to home plate, Padalecki came in from behind to steal third. Double-steal, again! Collins then had a bloop single to left two pitches later, bringing Padalecki in to score. After that, the Jays bats exploded, and ten runs came in that inning as the Jays batted through their entire line-up.
With two outs, Beach on second and Vahdat on first, Ackles came up to bat for the second time that inning, and liking the first pitch that he saw from reliever Brian Fuentes, he hit it deep to leftfield for a three-run beauty, clearing the bases for Padalecki, who took Fuentes for a long line-drive to right, a solo shot that brought Kane up to bat, who after striking out earlier in the inning, quickly redeemed himself by firing a shot to right that was just fair of the foul pole for the third consecutive home-run given up that inning by Fuentes. The Jays managed to score three more runs in the ninth before handing the ball back to Montieth who shut the side down, for the first complete game victory in his major league career. You can bet he’s saving that ball.
“We’re joined now by Sportsnet Players of the Game - it’s a tie - Jensen Ackles and Cory Montieth,” Matt told the camera. “Jensen, we’ll come to you in a second; I just want to ask, Cory - how does it feel to have pitched your first complete game in the majors?”
Cory visibly swallowed. “Awesome.”
Matt chuckled. “Easy there, buddy, try not to talk all at once,” he grinned at the camera, as Jensen patted Montieth’s shoulder encouragingly.
“I felt good. Loose,” Montieth elaborated. “There was a bit of a rough patch in the third, but Jensen and Jared had my back and we were able to get out of the inning. I can’t say enough about our defence. It’s so good to go out there and pitch when you can trust the guys around you to be there when the going gets tough.”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt!” Caroline grinned at Cory before turning to one of her favourite Blue Jays. “Jensen - great game out there! What were you thinking in the eighth?”
“I wasn’t really thinking, Caroline,” Jensen chuckled wryly. “It’s just that it had been a while since Jared and I had some fun out there, so we saw an opening and took a chance. Glad it worked out the way it did.”
“Modest as always, Ackles. That was a treat to watch.”
“Happy to oblige, couldn’t have done it without Jared,” Jensen grinned, and Caroline was sure her pulse spiked in response to that high-wattage smile. She had to clear her throat before speaking again.
“Well, congratulations, Jensen and Cory,” she smirked, “although, I think your teammates can say it better than we can...”
Cory had no idea what she was talking about but Jensen squeezed his eyes shut immediately as two cream-filled pies came down on each of the players’ heads.
“Aww, man,” Cory whined, while Jensen stood there, with a reticent smile as if he expected no less from his teammates. He did turn, however, when Jared Padalecki came up quietly behind him. Caroline marvelled at that; the connection between these two players was truly uncanny.
Jensen glared at Jared. “You couldn’t have stopped them?”
“I tried,” Jared argued, his expression nowhere near contrite enough for Jensen’s liking apparently.
“I don’t think you tried very hard.”
Jared looked incredulous. “Of course I did, Jen! What a waste of perfectly good pie! Mike got them from Sidelines, dude. That makes it gourmet... extra delicious.” He got a weird speculative look on his face as he surveyed his pied teammate, and Caroline burst out laughing when he turned to Mike Rosenbaum, one of the pie perpetrators, with a look of disbelief. “Mikey, you’re evil. That’s chocolate cream pie!” He hooked an arm around Jensen’s neck and yanked him close, dragging a long finger down the side of the other man’s face, scooping up chocolate and cream as he went along, before popping said finger in his mouth and licking it off. “Mmm. Yummy!” There was laughter from the few players surrounding them, but after another look at Jensen, Jared just leaned in and licked the side of his face. Several jaws dropped but Jensen Ackles remained cool, as if people licked pie off him on a regular basis.
Actually, that idea had merit, Caroline thought, as her face heated up and her breath stuttered in her chest.
“You know they’re still filming, right?” Jensen stoically asked him, and Jared nodded, grinning unrepentantly. “And that this is a family show?” Jared merely licked him again.
Mike looked fascinated as he addressed Jared. “And you know I ordered like 15 pies, right? Five for the team and ten for the independent island nation of Jared Padalecki?”
“Waste not, want not,” Jared licked his lips, eying the creamy concoction - or eying Jensen rather, Caroline smirked to herself - with longing.
Matt apparently, could no longer hold his peace. “Dude, gross.”
“Matt, it’s really good pie, man,” Jared tried to convince him. “Want a taste?” Matt flinched.
“I think I’ll pass.”
Caroline couldn’t resist; she scooped a bit of the luscious-looking dessert off the luscious-looking Shortstop, and delicately licked it off her finger, making sure her stunned co-host’s eyes were trained on her. “Mmm... it is good. It’s sweet - that’s the chocolate - and slightly spicy...,” she smirked at Jensen, “... that must be you.”
Jensen bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter as Jared stared at her, tugging the other man closer to his side with what Caroline thought was meant to be a mock-frown but ended up looking like a genuine glare. “My Jensen, my pie.”
“We are so getting in trouble with the network for this...” Matt groaned, as even the cameraman chuckled, jostling the live feed.
Caroline smiled mischievously into the camera. “Maybe the guys in the studio can set up a quick survey. Ladies: what you just saw - hot or adorable? There’s no wrong answer!”
And as Jared leaned in to mouth a bit of cream from Jensen’s ear, batting Caroline’s hand away when she came too close, Matt sighed long-sufferingly and faced the camera himself. “And on that note, I think it’s time to wrap up our, er... wrap up. For Caroline Millar, and from Blue Jays Central at Rogers Sportsnet, I’m Matt Campbell saying so long from the ball park, folks. Join us again tomorrow for Game Two against the Angels - hopefully, minus the pie.”
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Cory watched the rain come down in sheets as he eyed his Camaro parked about thirty feet away from where he stood at the Player’s exit to the car park. He cursed Mark Salling. He’d had another run-in with him this morning and the idiot had left him tense and tied up in so many knots, that he didn’t know if he was coming or going or parking street-level, when he should have been parking underground.
Of course, by the time Cory sprinted the short distance to his car, he was drenched, his white t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin. It was freaking uncomfortable and he could feel wetness squelch against his back as he got in behind the wheel. Visibility was shit, so he kept his speed to the bare minimum. Thinking back on it later, he realized that if he had been driving at a more clipped pace, he would have never seen him on the sidewalk.
But he had been driving slowly along Blue Jays Way, and Salling’s distinct black hoodie with the dragon emblazoned on the back was hard to ignore. The good manners his Mom had drilled into him from childhood made him pull over, blare his horn (a little too forcefully, which startled Salling and made Cory smile), and roll down his window. Salling looked like a drowned rat as he pushed the hood out of his eyes and peered into the vehicle.
“Idaho,” was all he said, sounding disappointed.
“Get in the fucking car, Mark,” Cory gritted out, his mouth spewing foul language before his brain could filter it out. Yeah. Cussing, loss of volume control on his voice, and temper issues - the most predictable of all the Salling side-effects - where suddenly, the mild-mannered Idahoan kid his parents had raised was replaced by a man he could barely recognise.
“I don’t need a lift from you,” Salling baulked and kept on walking. Cory stepped on the gas until he was driving at a crawl alongside him.
“Get in the car, goddamn it, I’m not gonna ask again,” Cory yelled at him, ruing the fact that Chad and Misha had elected to share their apartment with Salling. “You’re gonna get freaking pneumonia, dumbass,” he hollered over the sound of the thunder rumbling in the distance, just as a good gust of wind came off Lake Ontario and whipped against the vehicle, rocking it slightly. And if his car rocked... the door opened a split second later and Salling got in.
“Fucking freezing out there, or I wouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered, pushing the sodden hood off his head.
“You’re welcome, and watch where you’re dripping! And I didn’t stop outta the goodness of my heart, I just don’t want to have to explain to Eric why I left you to die on the streets of Toronto,” he stated flatly as he drove the rest of the way along the short street.
Salling sneered at him. “You drive like a ninety-year old woman, Idaho. You’re an insult to this car.”
“Do not tempt me to throw your ass in a gutter,” Cory warned as he took his usual shortcut through the Air Canada Centre parking lot.
“Scratch that - my grandma drives with more balls than you do,” Salling snickered.
It wasn’t so much the grade-school insult that did it, more likely, it was the culmination of their confrontations in the past, but it was in that moment that his patience finally snapped. After one of the best games, and the best days, of his life. During a freaking thunderstorm, in the middle of an empty parking lot. When he was wet and cold and tired and had just wanted to get home and get to bed.
His patience had shitty timing, he thought, as he lot as he slammed on the brakes, and even with the limited momentum of the slow-moving vehicle, it nearly sent Salling into the windscreen since the idiot hadn’t buckled up yet.
“What the fuck, asshole?” Salling growled at him.
“It’s your own damn fault for not buckling up!”
“It’s a ten minute drive, farmboy, and we’ve already established that you drive like a little old lady!”
“So, just because it’s a short drive, the chances of you dying in an accident because you haven’t fastened your seatbelt are magically lowered?”
“What, now you’re all concerned about my safety and well-being?”
“No! I just don’t want to have to clean blood off my dash!”
“Don’t push me, Idaho,” Salling snarled at him, his teeth bared as they faced off over the gear-shift.
“Or what?” Cory taunted, his common sense obviously washed away in the torrential rain. “You’ve been itching for a fight ever since you got here! Well, I’m tired of it! You want a fucking fight, I’ll give you one. Get out!”
“Gladly!” Salling spat, wrenching the door open with the same ferocity that Cory had opened his. In about two seconds flat, Salling had taken the first swing at him. It connected with his face because he wanted it to, and Salling looked a little surprised at that, but Cory was just getting started. He levelled a punch to Salling’s midriff, taking the wind out of him, but Salling recovered quickly, instead tackling him and grappling, until he was pressing Cory facedown onto the warm, vibrating hood of his car. “Fucking tired of you getting up in my business, Idaho...”
“You’re jealous, Jersey,” Cory laughed mirthlessly, more pissed off than he could ever recall being, “jealous ‘cause I kept my position as starter, while you fucking crashed and burned.”
Salling body-checked him into the hood, and a dull pain throbbed through his torso. Enough, he thought, twisting in the other’s man’s vice-like grip until he had reversed their positions, holding his opponent down with his elbow across Salling’s throat, the rain mercilessly pounding down on both of them. Salling’s eyes glinted dangerously. “You get a couple of wins under your belt, and suddenly you think you’re better than me, Montieth?”
“I am better than you, Mark.” Cory leaned down until only a few inches separated their seething faces, the sudden flash of something in Salling’s eyes giving him pause, so much so, that the words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. “You know, maybe I’m wrong,” Cory goaded him, thinking it was too late to stop now. “I might have believed the jealousy thing if you hadn’t kissed me that day.”
Salling sputtered indignantly. “Fucking temporary insanity. I just wanted to shut you the fuck up!”
“Interesting tactic to employ,” Cory mocked derisively, “makes me wonder if you’re really looking for a fight,” he leaned in menacingly closer, his gaze and body intensely trained on the other man, “or looking to get fucked.”
The breath gusted out of Salling’s body at those words, his chest rising and falling like bellows, his dark eyes turning an almost demonic black, before he sneered again. “I don’t think you’ve got balls enough to do either.”
His cock was almost painfully hard now, Cory realized as he stared down at his nemesis - and when the hell had that shit happened? - but before he could really think things through, he was pushing down into Salling’s body, shoving his legs apart, the superior weight of his body pinning the smaller man to the vehicle as thunder sounded above them. Salling’s eyes widened as Cory bucked against him, the need to best him, to dominate him, to fuck him, to pound his fists into him, was so overwhelming that he was seeing red.
“You’re such an asshole,” Cory choked out, his voice harsh, water spilling from his lips and onto Salling’s. “Why can’t you just admit you want this?” He asked, his hips rutting against the other man spasmodically, his gaze mesmerized by the sight of his mouth, open, practically inviting Cory to partake as Salling huffed and tried to get some leverage. Cory tightened his grip.
“Is this what you want, Idaho?” Salling prodded, suddenly going still under him. He pistoned his hips up, the hard ridge of his erection grinding into Cory’s groin. “I’m flattered.”
A violent shiver of desire - of lust - passed through Cory’s body, punctuated by thunder rumbled overhead. Through the haze in his head, he realized they were both seriously going to catch their deaths in this frigid rain. And yet... “Yeah, okay. I’ll be the bigger man and say it first, princess,” Cory leered down at him, his words coming out as a raspy growl. “I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.” It was Salling who shuddered this time, and Cory absolutely knew it had nothing to do with the icy rain.
He licked at Salling’s earlobe, and then bit down hard on the soft flesh. Salling actually whimpered, and it emboldened Cory, who sure as fuck had never been this freaking forward in his entire life, and he had no idea when he suddenly grew the cojones to pull it off.
But then again, no one had ever pushed his buttons the way Salling did.
“You like that, huh?” He muttered, sucking at that earlobe. “This is what we’re going to do, Mark. We’re getting into the car, I’m going to put my seat back, you’re going to take these jeans off and then you’re going to ride me, and I’m going to fuck up into you until you can’t remember your name,” he validated his words by squeezing Salling’s dick through his sopping jeans, and then he was gone, back into inside the car before Salling could put together a coherent response.
By the time he had his erratic breathing mostly under control, Salling was sitting next to him, glaring at him, his jaw clenched. “You have stuff?”
Cory had to stifle the urge to smirk victoriously. “Glove compartment.”
It took way too long for them to get naked from the waist down, but fucking finally, Salling was straddling him in the close confines of the car, their dicks pressing together before Cory’s big hand encircled and aligned them, stroking down their hard lengths, until the sound of their ragged breaths in that small space rivalled the sounds of the storm outside. Then, in a flurry of heat and wet and an urgency that shocked them both, Salling started prepping himself, Cory practically going cross-eyed with want at the sight he made, fingering himself open, their erect cocks leaking moisture across their rain-slick bodies.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Cory gasped, moaning loudly as he gripped his dick tight, staving off the need to come right then and there.
“M’ready,” Salling grunted, rolling a condom on Cory’s cock, lubing him up, and in the very next second, he was lowering himself down, inch by torturous inch, until Cory was completely sheathed in the tight heat of Salling’s body. They took a minute to adjust to the sensations: the stretch and burn, the grip and friction, the pleasure intermingled with twinges of pain. Cory’s hands dug into Salling’s hips, his hold unforgiving. “You gonna fuck me anytime soon, or you expect me to do all the work?” Salling snarked, his hands braced against the roof of the car.
“Bossy for a bottom...” Cory rammed up into him.
“Does it look like I’m on the bottom?” He panted, one hand slipping down, trying to find purchase along the fogged up window.
“Semantics,” Cory breathed heavily, thrusting hard.
And then whatever else Salling had wanted to say was forgotten as his head rolled back and he moaned with pleasure, writhing and rolling his hips with abandon as Cory fucked up into him in earnest now. Unable to resist, Cory reared up, a hand clutching the back of Salling’s neck, bringing him close, his mouth closing over the pulse point in his neck. He sucked hard as they ravaged each other, fucking, fisting, both of them coming hard and long and fast, their moist breaths mingling, the interior of the car practically steamy with their combined body heat and the heat from the car; the scent of rain and sweat and sex heady and addictive and goddamn if Cory wasn’t getting hard again.
Salling actually looked impressed, his mouth curling into a smirk almost as if against his will. “Again?”
“Well, you’re here already, might as well...” He got his bottom lip bitten in retaliation to the cocky attitude, but the bite was almost immediately soothed by Salling’s insistent tongue rasping across his skin, Cory getting harder when he realized that the other man was licking his own come off of Cory’s neck. Cory pulled out, took off the condom, surprised and turned on to an almost ridiculous degree when Salling was right there with a replacement. His breathing got harsher as he slipped inside Salling for the second time, but the movements of his body slowed, to an excruciating degree, every slide of his dick causing him to gulp in a breath, and damn, the bane of his existence was the sexiest jackass Cory had ever laid eyes on.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Cory muttered, and Salling just scoffed.
“As if.” Then he sniffed the air, leaning close to Cory as he did so. “Dude, why do you smell like... pie?”
And apparently his sense of humour had even shittier timing than his patience.
Cory fucking lost it. He laughed, and he kept chuckling intermittently as they fucked, long and languid, savouring the slip and slide of their bodies against each other, calming themselves down, angry words giving way to moans of pleasure, and pleas of ‘More’ and ‘Yes’ and ‘Ohhh...’ until they were both spent, completely blissed out. Then they silently put their clothes back on, and Cory drove home, both of them walking into to their separate apartments without a backward glance.
In Game Two against the LA Angels, Kripke gave Salling the start, and nine innings later, Mark Salling had earned his first major league victory.
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Genre: J2 RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared although - Heh! You know major league teams have 25-man rosters, right?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Baseball, Schmoop, Angst, Boy-Sexin’ (wait, what kind of warning is that?)
Word Count: 4,200
Disclaimer: Fiction not fact. All these beautiful guys belong to themselves. Jensen and Jared belong to each other, we all know that :D Only the words are mine. No copyright infringement intended for the use of the MLB teams/players/logos, the Toronto Star, or Rogers Sportsnet. This is for fun, not profit.
A/N: Herein lies some smexin’. Right. I did my bit. Carry on. Also *points to chapter title* I plead insanity. Those words are from Prince’s Cream.
Summary: Jensen and Cory have a really good day at the game - it’s just that they have very different definitions of what a really good day constitutes. Also, there’s pie, and it's chocolate cream.
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TEN: CREAM...GET ON TOP
Rogers Sportsnet Post-Game Broadcast:
Blue Jays Central with Matt Campbell and Caroline Millar
Good evening, and welcome to the Rogers Centre on this stormy Thursday night in Toronto. I’m Caroline Millar for Blue Jays Central on Rogers Sportsnet.
And I’m Matt Campbell, thinking it’s really, really great to have our retractable roof here because this storm is pounding Southern Ontario and the Eastern United States, causing quite a few major league games to be cancelled tonight. No such woes for the Blue Jays though, who were at home today after a successful road-trip that began in Atlanta and ended in Baltimore last night.
The Jays had an amazing game tonight in the first of their 3-game series against the LA Angels, the last games either team will play before the All-Star Game on Tuesday at Kauffman Stadium, home of the Kansas City Royals.
Can’t wait, Caroline! The home run derby this year has its fair share of sluggers, it’s going to be a great competition! But getting back to your Toronto Blue Jays... folks, what a game they had tonight! What a game!
Absolutely, Matt - this one was a gem! If you missed it, stay tuned after our post-game wrap up for Sportsnet Connected to catch all the highlights from games across the major league. As always, this game will be re-broadcast at midnight Eastern Standard Time, and believe me, you’ll want to TiVo this one, for one reason and one reason only: Jays Shortstop Jensen Ackles.
That’s right! Ackles was on fire tonight from the right side of the plate against Angels southpaw, Scott Kazmir. Not only did he go 4 for 4, with a walk, two singles, a double and a three-run home-run, the Jays Shortstop had three back-to-back stolen bases, and in a game where the Jays whalloped the Angels 13-nothing, ten of those runs coming the eighth and three in the ninth inning, Ackles also batted in 5 runs. So I’m not waiting for Sportsnet Connected to show you these highlights!
And as amazing as he was on the bases and at the plate, he was none too shabby with the glove along with partner-in-crime, second baseman, Jared Padalecki. I’m pretty sure starting pitcher Cory Montieth, who had a stellar outing tonight, will need to buy these guys a drink, because they were faultless in the field, turning three pristine 4-6-3 double plays, and heck they threw in a free 6-4-2 in there where, in one of the most exciting moments of the night, Ackles gunned down the speedy Angels centerfielder Torii Hunter at home plate, saving the scoreless victory for Montieth.
The highlight of the game though had to be Ackles’ three back-to-back stolen bases in the bottom of the eighth inning with the game still tied at nothing. Ackles laid down a picture-perfect bunt single to get on first and quickly stole second base with Padalecki behind on the count from Kazmir, who then proceeded to walk him. With none out and DH Christian Kane in the hole 0-and-2, suddenly, you just knew Ackles was going to start something. I seriously don’t think he was getting signs from the dugout at this point, and that’s one of the great things about having Kripke as a manager - he trusts his players instincts, especially when they have incredible communication with each other, and as anyone who’s watched them play together can tell you, the connection between Padalecki and Ackles borders on psychic.
Exactly! You won’t see it on the highlight reel, but there was just a look that passed between them. Then they both take two steps away from their respective bases, and as soon as the ball leaves Kazmir’s hand, they’re off! Double-steal, and they’re both called safe, while Kane strikes out at the plate. Misha Collins is the next batter up, as Ackles watches Kazmir’s next two deliveries. This is textbook, folks. Watch as Ackles slowly increases his lead from third base as Kazmir winds-up. Collins batting from the right side of the plate blocks catcher Mike Napoli’s view of third, and with the throw, Ackles is off like a bullet. There’s confusion in the Angels infield with Collins jumping out of the way but by the time Napoli has the ball, Ackles hook-slides into home and is called safe!
And Napoli is caught snoozing again because while the action followed Ackles to home plate, Padalecki came in from behind to steal third. Double-steal, again! Collins then had a bloop single to left two pitches later, bringing Padalecki in to score. After that, the Jays bats exploded, and ten runs came in that inning as the Jays batted through their entire line-up.
With two outs, Beach on second and Vahdat on first, Ackles came up to bat for the second time that inning, and liking the first pitch that he saw from reliever Brian Fuentes, he hit it deep to leftfield for a three-run beauty, clearing the bases for Padalecki, who took Fuentes for a long line-drive to right, a solo shot that brought Kane up to bat, who after striking out earlier in the inning, quickly redeemed himself by firing a shot to right that was just fair of the foul pole for the third consecutive home-run given up that inning by Fuentes. The Jays managed to score three more runs in the ninth before handing the ball back to Montieth who shut the side down, for the first complete game victory in his major league career. You can bet he’s saving that ball.
“We’re joined now by Sportsnet Players of the Game - it’s a tie - Jensen Ackles and Cory Montieth,” Matt told the camera. “Jensen, we’ll come to you in a second; I just want to ask, Cory - how does it feel to have pitched your first complete game in the majors?”
Cory visibly swallowed. “Awesome.”
Matt chuckled. “Easy there, buddy, try not to talk all at once,” he grinned at the camera, as Jensen patted Montieth’s shoulder encouragingly.
“I felt good. Loose,” Montieth elaborated. “There was a bit of a rough patch in the third, but Jensen and Jared had my back and we were able to get out of the inning. I can’t say enough about our defence. It’s so good to go out there and pitch when you can trust the guys around you to be there when the going gets tough.”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt!” Caroline grinned at Cory before turning to one of her favourite Blue Jays. “Jensen - great game out there! What were you thinking in the eighth?”
“I wasn’t really thinking, Caroline,” Jensen chuckled wryly. “It’s just that it had been a while since Jared and I had some fun out there, so we saw an opening and took a chance. Glad it worked out the way it did.”
“Modest as always, Ackles. That was a treat to watch.”
“Happy to oblige, couldn’t have done it without Jared,” Jensen grinned, and Caroline was sure her pulse spiked in response to that high-wattage smile. She had to clear her throat before speaking again.
“Well, congratulations, Jensen and Cory,” she smirked, “although, I think your teammates can say it better than we can...”
Cory had no idea what she was talking about but Jensen squeezed his eyes shut immediately as two cream-filled pies came down on each of the players’ heads.
“Aww, man,” Cory whined, while Jensen stood there, with a reticent smile as if he expected no less from his teammates. He did turn, however, when Jared Padalecki came up quietly behind him. Caroline marvelled at that; the connection between these two players was truly uncanny.
Jensen glared at Jared. “You couldn’t have stopped them?”
“I tried,” Jared argued, his expression nowhere near contrite enough for Jensen’s liking apparently.
“I don’t think you tried very hard.”
Jared looked incredulous. “Of course I did, Jen! What a waste of perfectly good pie! Mike got them from Sidelines, dude. That makes it gourmet... extra delicious.” He got a weird speculative look on his face as he surveyed his pied teammate, and Caroline burst out laughing when he turned to Mike Rosenbaum, one of the pie perpetrators, with a look of disbelief. “Mikey, you’re evil. That’s chocolate cream pie!” He hooked an arm around Jensen’s neck and yanked him close, dragging a long finger down the side of the other man’s face, scooping up chocolate and cream as he went along, before popping said finger in his mouth and licking it off. “Mmm. Yummy!” There was laughter from the few players surrounding them, but after another look at Jensen, Jared just leaned in and licked the side of his face. Several jaws dropped but Jensen Ackles remained cool, as if people licked pie off him on a regular basis.
Actually, that idea had merit, Caroline thought, as her face heated up and her breath stuttered in her chest.
“You know they’re still filming, right?” Jensen stoically asked him, and Jared nodded, grinning unrepentantly. “And that this is a family show?” Jared merely licked him again.
Mike looked fascinated as he addressed Jared. “And you know I ordered like 15 pies, right? Five for the team and ten for the independent island nation of Jared Padalecki?”
“Waste not, want not,” Jared licked his lips, eying the creamy concoction - or eying Jensen rather, Caroline smirked to herself - with longing.
Matt apparently, could no longer hold his peace. “Dude, gross.”
“Matt, it’s really good pie, man,” Jared tried to convince him. “Want a taste?” Matt flinched.
“I think I’ll pass.”
Caroline couldn’t resist; she scooped a bit of the luscious-looking dessert off the luscious-looking Shortstop, and delicately licked it off her finger, making sure her stunned co-host’s eyes were trained on her. “Mmm... it is good. It’s sweet - that’s the chocolate - and slightly spicy...,” she smirked at Jensen, “... that must be you.”
Jensen bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter as Jared stared at her, tugging the other man closer to his side with what Caroline thought was meant to be a mock-frown but ended up looking like a genuine glare. “My Jensen, my pie.”
“We are so getting in trouble with the network for this...” Matt groaned, as even the cameraman chuckled, jostling the live feed.
Caroline smiled mischievously into the camera. “Maybe the guys in the studio can set up a quick survey. Ladies: what you just saw - hot or adorable? There’s no wrong answer!”
And as Jared leaned in to mouth a bit of cream from Jensen’s ear, batting Caroline’s hand away when she came too close, Matt sighed long-sufferingly and faced the camera himself. “And on that note, I think it’s time to wrap up our, er... wrap up. For Caroline Millar, and from Blue Jays Central at Rogers Sportsnet, I’m Matt Campbell saying so long from the ball park, folks. Join us again tomorrow for Game Two against the Angels - hopefully, minus the pie.”
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Cory watched the rain come down in sheets as he eyed his Camaro parked about thirty feet away from where he stood at the Player’s exit to the car park. He cursed Mark Salling. He’d had another run-in with him this morning and the idiot had left him tense and tied up in so many knots, that he didn’t know if he was coming or going or parking street-level, when he should have been parking underground.
Of course, by the time Cory sprinted the short distance to his car, he was drenched, his white t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin. It was freaking uncomfortable and he could feel wetness squelch against his back as he got in behind the wheel. Visibility was shit, so he kept his speed to the bare minimum. Thinking back on it later, he realized that if he had been driving at a more clipped pace, he would have never seen him on the sidewalk.
But he had been driving slowly along Blue Jays Way, and Salling’s distinct black hoodie with the dragon emblazoned on the back was hard to ignore. The good manners his Mom had drilled into him from childhood made him pull over, blare his horn (a little too forcefully, which startled Salling and made Cory smile), and roll down his window. Salling looked like a drowned rat as he pushed the hood out of his eyes and peered into the vehicle.
“Idaho,” was all he said, sounding disappointed.
“Get in the fucking car, Mark,” Cory gritted out, his mouth spewing foul language before his brain could filter it out. Yeah. Cussing, loss of volume control on his voice, and temper issues - the most predictable of all the Salling side-effects - where suddenly, the mild-mannered Idahoan kid his parents had raised was replaced by a man he could barely recognise.
“I don’t need a lift from you,” Salling baulked and kept on walking. Cory stepped on the gas until he was driving at a crawl alongside him.
“Get in the car, goddamn it, I’m not gonna ask again,” Cory yelled at him, ruing the fact that Chad and Misha had elected to share their apartment with Salling. “You’re gonna get freaking pneumonia, dumbass,” he hollered over the sound of the thunder rumbling in the distance, just as a good gust of wind came off Lake Ontario and whipped against the vehicle, rocking it slightly. And if his car rocked... the door opened a split second later and Salling got in.
“Fucking freezing out there, or I wouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered, pushing the sodden hood off his head.
“You’re welcome, and watch where you’re dripping! And I didn’t stop outta the goodness of my heart, I just don’t want to have to explain to Eric why I left you to die on the streets of Toronto,” he stated flatly as he drove the rest of the way along the short street.
Salling sneered at him. “You drive like a ninety-year old woman, Idaho. You’re an insult to this car.”
“Do not tempt me to throw your ass in a gutter,” Cory warned as he took his usual shortcut through the Air Canada Centre parking lot.
“Scratch that - my grandma drives with more balls than you do,” Salling snickered.
It wasn’t so much the grade-school insult that did it, more likely, it was the culmination of their confrontations in the past, but it was in that moment that his patience finally snapped. After one of the best games, and the best days, of his life. During a freaking thunderstorm, in the middle of an empty parking lot. When he was wet and cold and tired and had just wanted to get home and get to bed.
His patience had shitty timing, he thought, as he lot as he slammed on the brakes, and even with the limited momentum of the slow-moving vehicle, it nearly sent Salling into the windscreen since the idiot hadn’t buckled up yet.
“What the fuck, asshole?” Salling growled at him.
“It’s your own damn fault for not buckling up!”
“It’s a ten minute drive, farmboy, and we’ve already established that you drive like a little old lady!”
“So, just because it’s a short drive, the chances of you dying in an accident because you haven’t fastened your seatbelt are magically lowered?”
“What, now you’re all concerned about my safety and well-being?”
“No! I just don’t want to have to clean blood off my dash!”
“Don’t push me, Idaho,” Salling snarled at him, his teeth bared as they faced off over the gear-shift.
“Or what?” Cory taunted, his common sense obviously washed away in the torrential rain. “You’ve been itching for a fight ever since you got here! Well, I’m tired of it! You want a fucking fight, I’ll give you one. Get out!”
“Gladly!” Salling spat, wrenching the door open with the same ferocity that Cory had opened his. In about two seconds flat, Salling had taken the first swing at him. It connected with his face because he wanted it to, and Salling looked a little surprised at that, but Cory was just getting started. He levelled a punch to Salling’s midriff, taking the wind out of him, but Salling recovered quickly, instead tackling him and grappling, until he was pressing Cory facedown onto the warm, vibrating hood of his car. “Fucking tired of you getting up in my business, Idaho...”
“You’re jealous, Jersey,” Cory laughed mirthlessly, more pissed off than he could ever recall being, “jealous ‘cause I kept my position as starter, while you fucking crashed and burned.”
Salling body-checked him into the hood, and a dull pain throbbed through his torso. Enough, he thought, twisting in the other’s man’s vice-like grip until he had reversed their positions, holding his opponent down with his elbow across Salling’s throat, the rain mercilessly pounding down on both of them. Salling’s eyes glinted dangerously. “You get a couple of wins under your belt, and suddenly you think you’re better than me, Montieth?”
“I am better than you, Mark.” Cory leaned down until only a few inches separated their seething faces, the sudden flash of something in Salling’s eyes giving him pause, so much so, that the words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. “You know, maybe I’m wrong,” Cory goaded him, thinking it was too late to stop now. “I might have believed the jealousy thing if you hadn’t kissed me that day.”
Salling sputtered indignantly. “Fucking temporary insanity. I just wanted to shut you the fuck up!”
“Interesting tactic to employ,” Cory mocked derisively, “makes me wonder if you’re really looking for a fight,” he leaned in menacingly closer, his gaze and body intensely trained on the other man, “or looking to get fucked.”
The breath gusted out of Salling’s body at those words, his chest rising and falling like bellows, his dark eyes turning an almost demonic black, before he sneered again. “I don’t think you’ve got balls enough to do either.”
His cock was almost painfully hard now, Cory realized as he stared down at his nemesis - and when the hell had that shit happened? - but before he could really think things through, he was pushing down into Salling’s body, shoving his legs apart, the superior weight of his body pinning the smaller man to the vehicle as thunder sounded above them. Salling’s eyes widened as Cory bucked against him, the need to best him, to dominate him, to fuck him, to pound his fists into him, was so overwhelming that he was seeing red.
“You’re such an asshole,” Cory choked out, his voice harsh, water spilling from his lips and onto Salling’s. “Why can’t you just admit you want this?” He asked, his hips rutting against the other man spasmodically, his gaze mesmerized by the sight of his mouth, open, practically inviting Cory to partake as Salling huffed and tried to get some leverage. Cory tightened his grip.
“Is this what you want, Idaho?” Salling prodded, suddenly going still under him. He pistoned his hips up, the hard ridge of his erection grinding into Cory’s groin. “I’m flattered.”
A violent shiver of desire - of lust - passed through Cory’s body, punctuated by thunder rumbled overhead. Through the haze in his head, he realized they were both seriously going to catch their deaths in this frigid rain. And yet... “Yeah, okay. I’ll be the bigger man and say it first, princess,” Cory leered down at him, his words coming out as a raspy growl. “I have wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.” It was Salling who shuddered this time, and Cory absolutely knew it had nothing to do with the icy rain.
He licked at Salling’s earlobe, and then bit down hard on the soft flesh. Salling actually whimpered, and it emboldened Cory, who sure as fuck had never been this freaking forward in his entire life, and he had no idea when he suddenly grew the cojones to pull it off.
But then again, no one had ever pushed his buttons the way Salling did.
“You like that, huh?” He muttered, sucking at that earlobe. “This is what we’re going to do, Mark. We’re getting into the car, I’m going to put my seat back, you’re going to take these jeans off and then you’re going to ride me, and I’m going to fuck up into you until you can’t remember your name,” he validated his words by squeezing Salling’s dick through his sopping jeans, and then he was gone, back into inside the car before Salling could put together a coherent response.
By the time he had his erratic breathing mostly under control, Salling was sitting next to him, glaring at him, his jaw clenched. “You have stuff?”
Cory had to stifle the urge to smirk victoriously. “Glove compartment.”
It took way too long for them to get naked from the waist down, but fucking finally, Salling was straddling him in the close confines of the car, their dicks pressing together before Cory’s big hand encircled and aligned them, stroking down their hard lengths, until the sound of their ragged breaths in that small space rivalled the sounds of the storm outside. Then, in a flurry of heat and wet and an urgency that shocked them both, Salling started prepping himself, Cory practically going cross-eyed with want at the sight he made, fingering himself open, their erect cocks leaking moisture across their rain-slick bodies.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Cory gasped, moaning loudly as he gripped his dick tight, staving off the need to come right then and there.
“M’ready,” Salling grunted, rolling a condom on Cory’s cock, lubing him up, and in the very next second, he was lowering himself down, inch by torturous inch, until Cory was completely sheathed in the tight heat of Salling’s body. They took a minute to adjust to the sensations: the stretch and burn, the grip and friction, the pleasure intermingled with twinges of pain. Cory’s hands dug into Salling’s hips, his hold unforgiving. “You gonna fuck me anytime soon, or you expect me to do all the work?” Salling snarked, his hands braced against the roof of the car.
“Bossy for a bottom...” Cory rammed up into him.
“Does it look like I’m on the bottom?” He panted, one hand slipping down, trying to find purchase along the fogged up window.
“Semantics,” Cory breathed heavily, thrusting hard.
And then whatever else Salling had wanted to say was forgotten as his head rolled back and he moaned with pleasure, writhing and rolling his hips with abandon as Cory fucked up into him in earnest now. Unable to resist, Cory reared up, a hand clutching the back of Salling’s neck, bringing him close, his mouth closing over the pulse point in his neck. He sucked hard as they ravaged each other, fucking, fisting, both of them coming hard and long and fast, their moist breaths mingling, the interior of the car practically steamy with their combined body heat and the heat from the car; the scent of rain and sweat and sex heady and addictive and goddamn if Cory wasn’t getting hard again.
Salling actually looked impressed, his mouth curling into a smirk almost as if against his will. “Again?”
“Well, you’re here already, might as well...” He got his bottom lip bitten in retaliation to the cocky attitude, but the bite was almost immediately soothed by Salling’s insistent tongue rasping across his skin, Cory getting harder when he realized that the other man was licking his own come off of Cory’s neck. Cory pulled out, took off the condom, surprised and turned on to an almost ridiculous degree when Salling was right there with a replacement. His breathing got harsher as he slipped inside Salling for the second time, but the movements of his body slowed, to an excruciating degree, every slide of his dick causing him to gulp in a breath, and damn, the bane of his existence was the sexiest jackass Cory had ever laid eyes on.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Cory muttered, and Salling just scoffed.
“As if.” Then he sniffed the air, leaning close to Cory as he did so. “Dude, why do you smell like... pie?”
And apparently his sense of humour had even shittier timing than his patience.
Cory fucking lost it. He laughed, and he kept chuckling intermittently as they fucked, long and languid, savouring the slip and slide of their bodies against each other, calming themselves down, angry words giving way to moans of pleasure, and pleas of ‘More’ and ‘Yes’ and ‘Ohhh...’ until they were both spent, completely blissed out. Then they silently put their clothes back on, and Cory drove home, both of them walking into to their separate apartments without a backward glance.
In Game Two against the LA Angels, Kripke gave Salling the start, and nine innings later, Mark Salling had earned his first major league victory.
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