Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: see all others
Summary: More or less a PWP
"Well, damn," was the only thing Glavine could say to his lover as they sat on
Maddux's bed at just after 1 am.
"Isn't baseball great? I give up 5 runs in 6 innings and I get a win. You give
up 1 run in 9 innings and pull a no decision and we still lost. We'll
never get past the first round at this rate."
"Well...I think they did pick the right game for run support. You've got to
keep up with Schilling in wins to have a shot at Cy Young."
"Tommy, I don't care about the fucking Cy Young. I've got 4 of the damn
things, what do I need another one for?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah," Maddux sighed, reaching over to massage Glavine's shoulders gently.
"Keep doing that. Harder, even," Tommy said, relaxing. "Game's not that big of
a deal. I think it's happened a bit often, mind you, but a no decision
from a 2-1 loss when I left with a 1-1 tie is better than a no decision
for a 4-3 loss when I left with a 3-0 advantage."
"True." Maddux increased his pressure. "Hey, Tommy, do you think we could talk
about something sort of serious?"
"I knew this was coming sometime. Yeah. I guess we should."
"What's going on? You've been staying over here so much more lately...what's
Kris saying?"
"You know, I don't know. I think she finally believes I'm not cheating on her,
but...she thinks I don't have enough to do with the kids and her. I think
she's sort of afraid I'm sick...mentally, anyway."
"You really need to talk to her, Tommy. The way I see it, either you explain
to her what's going on and get a divorce or you don't, and who knows
what'll happen."
"I promised to go to a psychologist for her. To appease her."
"Well, go. Everyone important's got one, anyway." Maddux pushed Glavine onto
his stomach and moved the pressure of his hands from shoulders to back.
Glavine sighed in appreciation. "Yeah. I guess I will."
"Besides, it might be good to...tell someone. You know, besides Burky and
Chipper."
"Mmm. Hey, does this complete our talking about it?"
"Why do you ask?"
"There are some other things I'd prefer to do with you. Other than talk."
Maddux laughed, and Glavine rolled over so he was looking up at the other
pitcher. "There are, are there," Greg said softly, his mouth nearly on
Glavine's.
"Oh yes," the southpaw murmured before moving the slight bit it took for their
mouths to come together in a soft kiss that deepened as Maddux pushed his
lover back against the pillows. "You, tonight. You on top. I need you
tonight."
"I know," Maddux whispered, rather reverently, stroking his fingertips gently
across Glavine's waistline. "I always know what you want. What you need."
He slid his hands under the lip of his boxers, tugging them down. "You are
all mine."
Glavine grinned, although his body shook in response to the hoarse statement
and his lover's skin against his own. "I can't imagine...not being."
"Shh," Greg silenced, against his lips. "Don't talk. Don't think about
baseball. Don't think about your problems at home. I only want you to
think about me."
"Only you," Tommy agreed, and wholeheartedly complied.