by me (if you remember who 'me' is, it's been so damn long)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: so fake.
Summary: After the Arizona series, before the Houston series. (Braves took 2
out of 3 from the D-Backs).
Author's Notes: Short. Apparently muses only speak to me in very quick bursts
now. Which is better than not at all, I suppose...
It was only about five minutes after they made their way to their rooms in
Houston that a soft knock came on Tom Glavine�s door. He opened it. The
visitor was not a surprise. �So, you pitched well.�
�How�s your side?�
Greg Maddux rested his hand there. �Ok. It doesn�t hurt or anything.�
Tom flopped back down on the bed and Maddux followed somewhat gingerly. �You
are hurting.�
�Um, ok. But not much.� The righty reached for Glavine�s hand and entwined
their fingers. �And it was a great game. Though you could�ve stayed in.�
�Well,� Tom said, unable to hold back his smile, �it became a save opportunity�
and Smoltzie didn�t pitch yesterday��
Maddux shook his head. �So lame.�
�Hey, I gave the rest of the pen the night off. And I got a hit.�
�Oooh, maybe you�re at .105 now. Measly compared to my .250.�
�Yeah, well, who�s got more wins?�
�Who has the lower ERA?� Tom started to retort but was cut off. �And don�t
bring up the Silver Slugger, because I have more Gold Gloves, and don�t
try the 20-win season thing because I�ve got double your Cy Youngs.�
Tom rolled his eyes. �Does the absurdity of these little arguments ever cross
your mind?�
�Yes. That�s why they�re fun.�
The lefty sighed and didn�t bother responding. �So, Timmy�s certainly been on
a roller coaster lately. First he�s all happy for those two scoreless,
then he spends an entire day and night berating himself for last night�s
game, and then Foster got here and he�s all ecstatic again.�
�Well, geez, Tommy, can you blame them? They haven�t seen each other in more
than a month. And reunions here are, I would assume, better than reunions
in Richmond.�
�You and I never really had that problem.�
�No we didn�t, and just for future reference, if you ever shave your head I
will refuse to associate with you.�
�What will you do when I go bald?�
�That�s why there�s The Hair Club.�
�You are so superficial.� The comment lacked malice, however, as Tom turned
his head and pulled the other man closer for a kiss. There was no hurry,
their kiss was slow and warm. It was easy to bleed love and trust into
those, the same as lust bled through the frantic, passionate kind.
A timid knock came at the door, causing them to separate. Sighing, Glavine ran
a hand through his lover�s hair and got up to open the hotel room door.
Two rookies were standing there, their eyes cast downward. �Yes?�
�Er,� Tim stammered, managing to look up. �Since, uh, since Greg doesn�t
actually use his room and stuff�and since we both have roommates and
stuff...�
�Stop saying �and stuff� and tell me what you want.�
�Could maybe John and I sleep there?�
�What do they want?� Greg called.
�They want to have sex in your room,� Tom replied, causing both young pitchers
to blush.
�Oh. Yeah, it�s fine. Just don�t touch anything that belongs to me. And be
aware that I�m coming in to get my clothes at about 10 so don�t be in the
middle of anything.� He tossed his spare room key in the general vicinity
of the door and Glavine caught it and handed it to Spooneybarger.
�Thanks,� Foster managed as they started down the hall.
Shaking his head, the veteran shut the door and returned to his previous
position. �Anyway. Where were we?�
Greg pulled him close again, and Tom massaged his side gently. �So, how ok are
you really? Ok, like it�ll hurt for the next couple of days but not by
your start? Ok, like you�ll ignore it and pitch anyway? Or ok, like you
could pinch hit tomorrow if we have like 12 innings or something?�
�Ok like I could pinch hit tomorrow. If we have like 12 innings or something.�
�Good to know.�
Obviously sick of the subject, Greg kissed him again. �Jeopardy�s on,� he said
with a smirk when they parted.
�You know, it�s hell watching that damn show with you.�
�Only because I get them all.�
�Well, if they ever do Jock Jeopardy I�ll sign you up.�
�You do that.� Flipping to the station, Greg pillowed his head on Glavine�s
shoulder.
The lefty sighed and reached just under the waistband of Maddux�s pants. �Are
you sure you want to watch the stupid game show?�
Tom kissed his neck softly and the TV clicked off. �Rerun,� the ace explained
and he turned, his lips hovering above Tom�s.
�You know that from the first question?�
�I remember the sequence of pitches I used against Barry Bonds in 1991. Yes,
Tom, I remember the Jeopardy questions.�
�Mm. Ok.� Their lips touched again, and this time, there was no more talking.