Eric Chavez: 
Eric Munson: 
Disclaimer: This is fake, fiction, not real. I'm not implying anything about the values or orientations of those involved. It all originates in my overactive imagination (comes from not having television as a child).
"So Barry Zito is gay. I never would have guessed. He was quite the female fan
in college."
"Overcompensation," Chavez said.
"I guess."
"They're adorable. I mean, Tim and Mark already were. Now with Barry...geez."
Munson giggled. "The triplets."
"Yeah. They're pretty nervous. I don't think they really know what they're
doing."
"I think they'll figure it out."
"Yeah, probably." Eric sighed. "I miss you. You know?"
"I know. You tell me every time we talk. Which is, like, twice a day."
"I still miss you."
"Me too, man. I can't wait 'til we play each other."
"We're going to kill you guys."
"Well, we suck. That's not saying much."
"Maybe you'll be traded?"
"Like to Oakland?"
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Yeah," Munson said softly, "it would."
"This is kind of sad, though. I mean, we spent all offseason together. And
it's only been a couple months."
"That's true."
"So...how's Detroit?"
"Hockey-crazy," Eric said ruefully. "God. People are dragging me into it, and
I'm just a California boy."
"I guess the Wings are doing pretty well."
"Yeah, baby. Stevie Yzerman and Brendan Shanahan and Brett Hull and -"
"Munson, I don't know who any of those people are."
"Dude, I've gotta get you out here to a hockey game. Weave and Halter took me
to a playoff game - Lord knows were they got tickets. It was like the
coolest thing I've ever seen."
"Jeff and Shane are still together?"
"Yeah...I'm pretty sure."
"Some on every team, I guess."
"Yeah, you know, I wonder how true that is."
"We should try to find out."
"Or not."
Chavez sighed. "I should probably go, Eric. Getting late."
"If you insist."
"Yeah..."
"What are you wearing?"
The question made Eric giggle. "Not much."
"Oooh, that's exciting."
"Too bad you're in Detroit."
"So close your eyes. Pretend." His voice dropped into a lower range, and
Chavez shivered a little. He rested a hand on his bare abdomen and shut
his eyes, remembering the roughness of Eric's hand.
"I don't know why I let you do this to me," he mumbled into the phone."
Munson chuckled. "Come on, baby, touch yourself for me."
Eric slid his hand into his boxers. He was already hard, just from Eric's
voice. "Ok," he sighed.
"Just listen to my voice, mm?"
"Yeah..." He moved his hand, his imagination filling in what Eric was telling
him. It wasn't long before he was gasping completion, and he wasn't
surprised to hear Eric doing the same on the other end."
"I love you, babe," Eric mumbled from Detroit.
"I love you, too. Good night."
"Night." Chavez clicked off his cell, the warmth in that word echoing in his
mind, and curled up in sleep, still clutching the phone.