After the Old Ball Game by Sean Michael

 

Benj curled up in Brett's easy chair, watching the Marlins crush the Wolverines on the brand new TV.

The chair smelled of his lover, musk and leather and a hint of Cool Water, and was really the best seat in the house. It sure beat the seats at the game and it was still early enough in the year these evening games were cold. Besides, he didn't drive and it would take him forever to get home if he attended and Brett would beat him back and...

None of the excuses really made him feel any less guilty for not attending Brett's home games in person, but he knew the full body massage he was going to give Brett would.

He winced as the pitcher threw the ball right at Brett, hitting him just above the elbow, catching the bulging tricep. That was the second time the Wolverines had deliberately hit Brett, keeping the slugger from hitting another home run. Benj supposed it made sense strategically, Brett was responsible for all six of the Marlin's runs, but it was still bad sportsmanship as far as he was concerned and he knew it would make Brett furious.

There was only an inning more to play and Benj watched as the Marlin's scored one more run before they struck McGee out. Then the Marlin pitcher shut the Wolverines down in the top of the ninth and it was over.

He turned off the TV and brought out his massage table, putting the towels in the warmer and setting his oils up in a bowl of hot water. Brett's coach wasn't likely to keep the players long, not after a blowout win like this one. Benj wanted to be ready when Brett came through the door, growling and hurt as a wounded bear.

All set up, Benj fluttered through the house, picking up this and that, straightening the magazines, making sure there was a cold beer or three in the fridge, that Brett's favorite glass was clean and in freezer. He put on a bit of classical music, Mozart to lift Brett's spirits and then curled back up in the big chair that held the imprint of his lover's body.

It could have been forever, or just a few moments, before the front door to their condo slammed open, Brett's arm wrapped in an ice pack, his blond lover glowering. "Did you see that motherfucker Jameson? I swear to God, baby, I ought to do down to the Hilton and beat that bastard to death."

"I did see! Twice! On purpose! They were just terrified you were going to knock a couple more out of the park." Benj leapt out of the chair and hustled over to Brett, taking his duffel from him. Benj tossed it toward the laundry and raised his face for a kiss.

He got a half-grin before Brett leaned down, kissed him good and hard, just pouring all of that fury and frustration and excitement into it, into him. It made his head spin. He wrapped one arm around Brett's good shoulder, the other around Brett's waist and just held on, mouth opening wide as that little close-cropped beard scraped his chin. Oh, he loved this man, loved the passion Brett infused into his life. Pressing close, Benj let his head drop back, the kiss going deeper.

Brett purred, one callused hand finding his ass and squeezing, tugging him closer. "Taste good, baby."

He beamed up at his lover. Brett made him feel so damned good. Like the center of the universe. "For you," he murmured, rubbing against his favorite slugger's muscles.

"Shit yeah. I'll be pissed if you hid another ball player in here."

He blinked up at Brett for a moment and then started to laugh. "Nut," he accused fondly, squeezing Brett's shoulder. "Like anyone else could hold a candle to you and your... bat."

Brett's laugh shook him, jostled him as he moved them toward the massage table. Benj started to undo Brett's buttons, letting his fingers linger on Brett's skin as it was exposed. "I found a new rubbing oil. It's supposed to warm and soothe your muscles. The bottle says long-lasting so it should keep working long after I stop."

"You're going to stop?" Tease. Those eyes just danced.

He looked Brett up and down, wincing as he noticed the bruise on Brett's side. "I'll go all night if you need me to, Brett."

"Mmm... You and me? All night? I'm there, baby." Brett took another kiss, this one slower, deeper. "You want my jeans off?"

A shiver went through Benj, and he whimpered softly, his whole body going tight from the kiss. "Yeah. Take them off." Swallowing, nodding to reinforce his yes, he helped Brett get rid if the ice around his arm, and the shirt right off.

Oh, that bruise was... God. Just wrong on that tanned skin. His fingers ghosted over it and Brett hummed. "They x-rayed it, baby. Nothing's broken."

"Thank God for that. Does it hurt? Did they give you anything for the pain?" He slid his fingers over Brett's face, cupping his lover's cheek, looking into Brett's eyes.

"Just a little sore." He knew what that meant. It hurt and they gave Brett something and Brett didn't take it.

He made a soft noise and let his fingers drift down to Brett's shoulder, beginning to rub the warm skin. "Hurting anywhere else tonight?"

"Mmm. Nowhere your hands won't fix it." Brett climbed onto the massage table, settled nice and easy. "We fucking kicked ass, baby."

He laughed softly. "I saw. And you drove in all the runs but that last one which you scored. I cheered so loudly the neighbors knocked on the wall." He started to massage Brett, working the wide shoulders first.

"They obviously weren't watching the game." The pale tattoos fascinated him, dozens of white tigers inked on Brett's shoulders, down the muscled back. He traced them with his fingers, digging in, knowing Brett liked it when he really worked the tired muscles.

"Obviously. I did though. You were really on your game today."

"I want to go to the All-Stars. I want to renegotiate my contract in October."

"You keep playing like you have been and they'd be crazy not to send you." He slid his hands down along Brett's sides, moaning softly. He did love the feeling of Brett's skin under his hands.

"I hope so. My stats are solid." Brett stretched, sliding a little under his hands.

He reached for the oil, pouring a generous portion into his hands and then going back to rubbing Brett's skin. "You're an awesome player -- they're lucky to have you." And he was lucky to have Brett, too. Such a gorgeous stud. And all his.

"Thanks, baby." Brett hummed, moving slow and lazy under his hands. "Feels good."

"Yeah? That's good." He grinned and focused on carefully pushing his fingers against Brett's spine; sometimes he got so caught up in how good it felt to touch Brett that he forgot he was supposed to be massaging. His hands drifted down to Brett's buttocks, digging into the beautiful, strong muscles.

"Uh-huh." Brett's legs spread, the scent of male and need heady. Whimpering, Benj forced himself to keep his hand massaging, working Brett's thighs, his shins, then his feet, making sure not to tickle.

"Turn over," Benj murmured, voice thick. "I'll do your front."

"Uh-huh." Brett's cock was full, dark, the tip wet and wide.

Benj whimpered again, licking his lips. "How are you feeling?" he asked. If Brett needed it, he'd be good and keep massaging.

"Melted. Horny as hell."

"Perfect." He slid his hands up along Brett's legs, sliding them over Brett's hips and up along the solid chest. Just as he reached Brett's nipples he let his head drop, mouth taking in the leaking head of Brett's cock.

"Baby..." Brett's hips rolled, swollen cock head spreading his lips.

He moaned, his own cock hard and eager, pushing against his jeans. Sucking strongly, he pulled the all male taste of Brett's pre-come into himself. His fingers toyed with Brett's nipples, flicking across them, tugging them, pinching.

"More. Fuck, baby. More." Brett started shifting, shaking the table.

Happy all the way to his toes, Benj started bobbing his head, opening his throat and taking Brett all the way down. He loved making Brett need. Loved satisfying that need even more. Brett fucked his mouth, motions sure and sharp, hips just pumping. So strong. So passionate. All his. He pinched Brett's little nipples, the tiny bits of flesh hard like diamonds, begging for his touch.

"Fuck. Yes. Baby." Brett's hands landed on his head, tangling in his hair as they moved. He let Brett guide him, loving that, loving how Brett took control when they made love. His fingers moved up to curl around Brett's shoulders, thumb of his left hand finding that spot on Brett's right collarbone, the one that made Brett's whole body shudder if he touched it just right.

"Baby!" Brett arched, spunk filling his mouth in pulses, his lover shuddering beneath him. Whimpering, he swallowed and swallowed, refusing to give up a single drop.

Brett settled down, humming low, hands starting to pet. Benj murmured happily, slowly pulling off Brett's lovely cock, rubbing it with his cheek. "Love you," he said, smiling up.

"Yeah, baby." Brett smiled, eyes just hot as anything on him.

Benj shivered. That look just did something to him, got him all hot and bothered. As if he'd needed any help in that area after sucking Brett off, after having his hands all over this great body. "I want you."

"Then take me." The words were a bare growl.

A shiver of need rippled through him. "Oh. Yes?" Oh, Brett hardly ever... not never, but not very often.

"Yeah." Those strong thighs parted, that amazing body offered to him. Just to him.

His fingers were nearly shaking as he poured out more oil onto them, but he took a deep breath and reminded himself to take care, to make it good for Brett. Smiling, loving this man more than anything, he slid his fingers along Brett's crack, teasing the hot little hole offered to him. Brett almost purred, hand moving down to slowly stroke the half-hard cock.

Groaning, he slid one finger into Brett's tight heat.

"Yeah. Just like that. Touch me."

"Never have to ask twice for that, Brett." Never. Touching Brett was the very best thing in the world.

Benj pushed a second finger in, stretching Brett, sliding them deep. Brent groaned, scooting down, pushing into his touch. Oh. Oh, that was. Oh. His cock throbbed and he tore at his fly with his free hand, needing to get naked, to be inside Brett now before it was too late and he came just from the way Brett was moving on his fingers.

"Love how you want, baby." Brett was just growling.

"Gonna make me come," he warned, grabbing at his balls and twisting them some until the need to shoot hard and quick backed off some. God, nothing was as sexy as Brett.

"Isn't that my job?"

He laughed, nodding. "You're just too good at it. I want you first." He let his fingers slide out of Brett and climbed up onto the table, glad -- and not for the first time -- that Brett had insisted he have the extra study, heavy duty one. It might shake, but it would hold them – they’d already tested it once or twice. Or maybe a dozen times.

"Mmm. All yours. Come on." Brett reached up for him, pulled him down into another kiss.

Moaning, Benj lost himself in the kiss until his cock bumped against Brett's body again. It made him gasp, made him pull back and concentrate on getting inside Brett, on pushing into the tightest, best heat he'd ever known as his knee slid on the vinyl. "Oh... Oh, Brett."

"Mm-hmm. Come on." Brett pushed down and back, encouraging him, riding him.

One hand on Brett's hip, the other beside Brett's head to steady himself, Benj moved with his lover, cock going deeper each push forward.

"So fucking hot, baby." Brett gave it up for him, growling and moaning into his kisses. Benj just closed his eyes and kissed and fucked Brett, his lover's heat around his cock, around his tongue, against his chest. He wanted it to last forever, but the need inside him kept chanting more more and faster faster.

"That's it. Come on." Those deep words just buzzed through him, Brett demanding even here.

He managed to get one hand around Brett's cock, and followed his lover's demands, giving Brett what he asked for, what they both wanted and needed. His body began to shake, his hips starting to jerk as the pleasure pushed through him, shooting from his cock deep into Brett's body. Brett held him, body pulling the aftershocks out of him.

He collapsed against Brett's heat, trusting his lover to hold him up, hold him safe against the solid muscles. "Oh. Oh, Brett, I love you so."

"Good. I'd have to beat you otherwise." Brett smiled against his temple, held him.

He laughed softly, snuggling even though he knew they'd have to move soon or Brett would wake up sore. Not to mention they'd risk rolling off onto the floor. "It was a good game, love. You looked so good out there." He left a kiss on Brett's shoulder. "Look even better here."

"Thanks, baby. There enough hot water for us to soak?"

"Of course there is." They had a beautiful big tub; Brett had bought it for them just a few months ago with jets and everything. "I'll go start it -- you get that arm iced back up."

"Pushy pushy." Brett winked, those green eyes just sparkling, and offered him another kiss. He was laughing as he took it, the taste and feeling of his lover filling his entire existence.

Soon, he'd get Brett to take one of whatever the trainers gave out for pain, get the big guy stretched out in their bed and replaying the game over and over until he fell asleep.

Until then, he'd just love on Brett the best way he knew how.

That kind of made him the winner tonight. The winner every night.

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© Sean Michael