That is until he showed up.

With those pretty hazel eyes, smooth mocha colored skin, pouty lips and a smile that looked like it was definitely worth $252 million dollars.

Jorge didn’t like the new competition.

–

He watched as Derek dressed in record time in front of his locker. “Hot date tonight, DJ?”

“Yeah you can say that.” Derek answered, giving Jorge a cute little grin, fingers buttoning up his shirt. “How are the little ones?”

Jorge couldn’t help but smile since this was the longest their conversations had gone in quite a while. “They’re good. Reeking havoc on each other lately, but they’re good.” He answered in that little accent of his.

“You ready gorgeous?” Another voice piped in, and Jorge didn’t like that sparkle that appeared in Derek’s eyes.

Derek simply nodded his head, leaning back slightly against Alex who had tossed his arm around his shoulders. “Yeah, I am. I just gotta grab my bag. But uh, we’ll talk later, aight Po’?”

Jorge watched as the two of them left practically joined at the hip. Three was starting to become a crowd, and he wanted his captain back. After all, he was on the team first. It was time to take matters into his own hands.

–

There was a knock at the door and Alex rolled his head to glance at the alarm clock on the night table. It was too early for that to be Derek, and he knew he didn’t order room service. Who ever was behind the door knocked yet again, which caused Alex to sigh and stand from the bed, adjusting himself in his black boxer shorts. “Coming.”

Behind the door stood Posada, holding a bag in one hand, his free hand nudged the door open even further once Alex came into his view. He didn’t care that he threw Alex off balance; in fact, he liked seeing that side of Alex. He was tired of seeing the man in control and far too confident for his own good. What did Derek see in the guy anyway?

“Is something wrong, man?” Alex questioned to which Jorge gave the younger man a faint smile.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

And that’s when Jorge shoved Alex onto the bed, dumping his bag on the floor. “Shut the fuck up. You know what this is about.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed at Jorge, shifting to sit back up on the bed. “What’s in the bag?”

“You’ll see. Now turn around and lay on your stomach. I won’t ask you again.”

“Who do you fucking think are you coming in here like this? Just because Derek enjoys my company rather than yours-”

Jorge cut him off by smacking Alex across the face then grabbed onto the man’s hair, jerking his head back. “What did I just tell you?” he said through clenched teeth. “Do you not understand English? Si repetí lo que dije en español?” (should I repeat what I said in Spanish).

Alex tasted blood in his mouth, part of his tooth catching on his bottom lip from the slap. He shook his head and shifted to lie on his stomach like he was told to. He blinked his eyes closed, still feeling the sting on his skin and wondered where all of this was going. He heard the zipper being undone to that bag Jorge had brought in. Curiosity got the better of him and Alex strained his neck to look over his shoulder, watching Jorge dig out his catcher’s glove and knee high navy blue socks. Alex quickly turned away once Jorge stood up from the floor, swallowing as he felt the bed dip from the man’s added weight. Rough hands reached around and grabbed onto both of Alex’s wrists, tying them to the headboard of the bed. Alex’s breathing began to increase, big eyes watching helplessly as Jorge bounded his wrists together. He tested his restraints feeling the fabric scratching into his skin, whispering softly.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Jorge remained silent; moving onto his knees behind Alex; fingers gripping onto Alex’s hips lifting them up and away from the mattress of the bed, watching as the younger man scrambled to settle onto his knees. Jorge wet his lips, admiring the view of Alex’s big bubble ass as he tugged the other man’s boxers down past his thighs. Callused fingertips traced the curve of Alex’s ass cheeks then spread them apart, sneaking a glance at the younger man’s puckered hole. Alex could hear Jorge’s breathing growing heavier, his toes curling upon reflex as his hips jerked in surprise from the light spank Posada gave him.

“You think you can come over here and take Derek away from me? Hm, usted poco puta?” (you little whore).

“Si Jorge.” Alex answered with a smirk on his face, crying out suddenly when he feels Jorge’s catchers’ mitt cracking against his bare bottom, leaving a burning red mark.

“I don’t think I heard you right, Alex.”

Jorge continued his assault on Alex’s ass with his catchers’ mitt, while trying to ignore the grunting and moaning sounds that were escaping from Alex’s mouth. This was supposed to be about punishment, he reminded himself. He was doing this to scare Alex away from Derek. He wasn’t supposed to like the way Alex was submitting to him. He silently wondered if this was what Derek liked about Alex. The man was untouchable out on the field and in the real world, but behind closed doors; he was nothing but someone’s bitch. Derek’s bitch. And soon to be Jorge’s bitch.

Alex whimpered once the constant smacking of Jorge’s glove against his ass came to a halt. He shifted around as best as he could with his wrists tied, his entire 6’2” muscular frame withering from the stinging pain of his ass being on fire. His uniform wasn’t going to feel pleasant a couple hours from now.

Jorge wasn’t planning on fucking Alex, but he couldn’t leave without at least having sample of what Derek gets to have. Fingertips eased his erection out from the fly of his jeans, rubbing his heated flesh between Alex’s raw ass cheeks before intruding into the younger man’s dark and tight depths without any warning. He heard Alex curse and cry out from underneath him, and he couldn’t help but give the man’s ass a smack with his bare hand.

“Shut up, bitch.”

Alex bit down on his bottom lip to keep quiet while clenching his eyes shut, unable to do nothing but take everything that Jorge gave him. He heard the older man’s breathing quicken as did the pace, thrusts becoming rougher and almost unpleasant. He jerked his wrists, hissing as the fabric left a carpet burn-like sensation, his erection aching to be touched, but he couldn’t ask or beg Jorge to touch him. Not like being touched there mattered at this point, especially with the way Jorge’s cock was stroking his insides, the rib of his cock teasing over his prostate, the sensation alone was making Alex want to beg for more.

It was then everything went black and the sounds of Jorge’s clothes ruffling against his bare skin along with their mixture of panting and grunts blanked out. Alex was shuddering as his orgasm took over, Jorge shoving Alex’s face into the pile of pillows to muffle his moaning while he filled the younger man with his warm milky fluid. Alex felt the weight of Jorge on top of him once their movements slowed and if he wasn’t so tired and almost delusional, he thought he felt Jorge plant a soft kiss to the back of his neck while untying his wrists then eased out of him.

He climbed off of the bed and packed his bag, glancing up after a moment meeting the pair of quizzical hazel eyes that were watching him.

“Is this going to happen every time Derek decides to spend more time with me?”

Jorge tossed his bag over his shoulder walking over to the door only to look back after hearing Alex’s words. He wasn’t planning on having this happen again, but something told him that his ‘punishment’ wasn’t going to keep Alex away from Derek.

“Yeah, probably.”

It seemed like every time they flew out to Seattle for a series, it was raining. Derek didn’t mind it though, especially if the conditions worsened and cracks of thunder would sound. That only meant that Alex would become extra snuggly and cling onto him until the storm passed. There was just something so comforting about being in each other’s arms, sharing stories whether they were about baseball, other sports or just in their personal lives. Everything made sense, and even in moments of silence where a pair of hazel eyes locked onto the green ones gazing back at him – there was an unspoken understanding.

Alex and Derek were much closer than just best friends. So much closer that they used the term ‘relationship’ instead of ‘friendship’. It was a bit complicated at times. There were days where they’d share more than just hugs and kisses and the other days were the opposite occurred. No matter the situation, the physical attraction was always there. Out on the field was what made things even more difficult. Sliding in between each other’s legs whenever the other man was covering second base to turn the double play. The unnecessary touches, squeezes and pats of their gloves if there was a collision. It was as if there were alone with no teammates and rival teammates around them nor the over 37,000 fans in the audience at the stadium — not to mention the millions more watching on live television. They were still young and irresponsible at times, and maybe the thought of them getting caught was what drove them to do what they do.

Who would have thought that after one simple phone call three years prior that they would have gotten to this point? Nowadays, it was just insane to think about how either of them actually survived for this long without the other.

As the plane touched down at Sea-Tac Airport, a jolt of excitement shot up Derek’s spine. It had been a long two months since they last saw each other. After their baggage check, Derek followed his fellow Yankees teammates towards the exit where a bus had been arranged to take them to their hotel within the vicinity of the stadium. As usual, Derek had caught up with Joe and re-explained his other arrangements to stay with Alex for the next couple of days since talking to Joe on the flight earlier that evening wasn’t enough.

“So um, you sure it’s okay for me to stay with Alex, Mr. Torre? It’s not violating some sort of rule with the opponent is it?”

Joe couldn’t help but laugh and gave his youngest (and secretly his favorite) player a reassuring pat on the back. “It’s fine, Derek. Really. You know we don’t need to go through this every time we’re out here. Or whenever your friend is in town and you ask me if it’s fine for him to stay at your place.”

Derek’s cheeks flushed at the older man’s words and cleared his throat. “I just want to make sure that everyone’s okay with that. That’s all. I didn’t want it to become a problem. Because you know it doesn’t affect my game and I’m always early for batting practice an– ”

“Jeet, if you’re not out of my sight in ten seconds, I’m going to change my mind.” Joe cut in with a smirk on his face.

“Oh…have a good night, Skip!”

–

Derek stood in front of the door to Alex’s apartment nearly waiting a good five minutes before he became annoyed. He dug his keys out of the front pocket of his slacks and tried a couple of them until he found the correct one, then let himself inside. “Yo, Al? Are ya here, buddy?” He called out as he closed the door behind him. Toeing his Jordan’s off, he lined them up with the other pairs of shoes and ventured further inside. Derek allowed the strap of his suitcase slide off of his shoulder while he dumped it onto the floor by the couch. “Alex?” He called out again, resting his hand upon his hip with a heavy sigh.

Frowning to himself, Derek walked into the kitchen area of the apartment and poked around in the cupboards then checked out the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the door shelf then walked over to lean against the small island in the middle of the room. It wasn’t like Alex to forget about him flying in tonight…so where the hell was he? Derek eventually wandered back into the living room and settled down upon the couch to watch television in order to kill the time.

Alex arrived home about three hours later, still in complete uniform with the exception of the ball cap and cleats. His jacket was soaked through from the downpour of rain, so the moment Derek heard his best friend at the front door and dashed to leap into the younger man’s arms, he was greeted with an unpleasant surprise.

“Why are you wet?!” Derek screeched and squirmed violently in the other man’s grip which only became tighter with every move that he made.

“I took a cab here; because I knew you would be waiting. The game had a rain delay of nearly two hours before so that’s why I’m late. And from the cab I had to run outside and around the back of the building to get in.” Alex answered with an amused look on his face. “Not only am I wet, but all game sweaty.”

Derek scrunched his nose at that and gave Alex a playful swat in the arm. “You’re getting my clothes all wet and dirty too ya know. Now Ima borrow yours instead.”

Alex gave him a nod and leaned his back against the closed door while he continued to hug Derek against his body. “Sure, whatever you need Deejay. Anything to get you out of that ugly shirt.” He teased in which he received a more forceful smack from the man.

“Careful Rodriguez.”

“Whatever Jeter.”

They held each other’s gazes for what felt like forever even as their lips found each others. The kiss was slow and soft to start, almost tentative until Derek took another step forward and wedged his thigh in between Alex’s legs. A muffled groan sounded from Alex’s mouth as roaming hands traveled down along Derek’s slender sides until the rested upon the other man’s hips. Alex tugged Derek even closer to him the moment their lips parted, tongues swapping in each other’s mouths. Their fiery kiss endured until their lungs screamed for air which caused Derek to pull back. He didn’t move too far away, he simply had his head turned slightly to the side and Alex could feel his best friend’s uneven and heavy breathing hitting against his cheek.

“I missed you.” Derek whispered as lips curled into a soft smile.

“I missed you too.” Alex answered and allowed his eyelids to flutter back open, meeting the older man’s stare, giving him an almost shy smile. “I should probably…go get cleaned up.”

“Yeah…okay.” Derek said with a slight nod of his head then reluctantly dropped his arms to his sides and stepped away from the younger man.

Alex pushed himself away from the door, cleared his throat then proceeded down the hallway which led to the bathroom. “You um…wanna join me?” he asked when he paused and stole a quick glance over his shoulder and was a little surprised to see Derek only four steps behind him.

“If you uh…don’t mind?”

“I don’t and well, you’re already following me.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Derek smirked and nudged Alex forward into the bathroom as he followed. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You’re no fun.” Alex replied over his shoulder as he leaned over the tub after drawing the curtains aside to start the hot water.

Derek had pealed out of his clothes in the meantime and was now eying the younger man’s ass in those uniform pants. His fingertips couldn’t help but reach out and trace the shape of Alex’s left ass cheek through the material until he gave the firm muscle a pinch. “You should take that back or else you won’t ever know..”

Alex’s fingers came to a halt on the buttons of his jersey as he swallowed hard. He almost hated himself for the way his body reacted to Derek’s touch that always left him wanting more. He gave a little nod of his head as he answered, “Okay, I take it back.”

“Good answer.” Derek said and turned Alex around so that they were now facing each other. The faint sound of the water running could be heard, though Derek wasn’t too concerned about that right at the moment. Instead, his fingertips slid down the front of Alex’s defined chest, nudging the damp Mariners jersey off of the man’s shoulders and onto the tiled floor beneath their feet. Those same fingertips continued onward until they paused at Alex’s waist where they immediately unfastened the belt and pushed both his uniform pants and sliding shorts down past his knees.

Alex allowed a soft puff of air to escape from his lips as he stood nude before Derek. A hand grasped the back of the other man’s head as darkened eyes following the movements of Derek’s lips traveling up along the inside of Alex’s left leg. A whimper sounded when Alex felt the swipe of the other man’s tongue against the underside of his balls which was followed by the light scraping of Derek’s teeth over the sensitive skin that caused Alex’s hips to jerk eagerly.

“Fuck.” Alex breathed out as fingers tightened their grasp on his best friend’s hair. “C’mon…”

Derek placed a kiss against the base of Alex’s shaft then leaned his head back in order to gaze up at the younger man. “Are you telling me what to do?”

“Is that a problem?” Alex shot back with an eyebrow raised. “You don’t see me teasing you like this.”

“You’re right I don’t,” Derek answered and stood back up from the floor and placed his hand against Alex’s shoulder. Green eyes watched his fingertips trace over the other man’s tanned skin and muscles in his arm. “Have you been good while I was gone?”

“Yeah baby.” Alex whispered and placed his hands upon Derek’s hips, watching him cautiously.

“So you and Ken didn’t…again, right?”

Alex frowned immediately at Derek’s words which now sounded less confident and in control than the past couple minutes. “No, we didn’t. Not since that one night months ago. You know I would never…”

“I know, but still. I just don’t trust him.” Derek pouted some even as he raised his arms up above his head to allow his best friend to remove the shirt that hid his gorgeous chest and abs. “I don’t trust anyone that’s around you.”

“Shhh, stop worrying and kiss me.” Alex said with a smirk, eyelids fluttering as he watched the older man inch his face closer to his.

Their lips met in what turned into a forceful kiss. One of which was unlike the previous sweet and innocent kiss by the front door. There especially wasn’t anything shy with the way Alex’s hands grasped his best friend’s pants and broke the zipper from literally tearing the material from his body. Derek’s mouth soon traveled to Alex’s jaw, placing a few nips here and there. His tongue tasted the saltiness and sweat of Alex’s skin at the base of his neck while his hands nudged Alex backwards. Alex took the hint and began stepping carefully with Derek’s guidance until they reached the tub.

“Get in, get wet, and then face the wall.” Derek instructed to which Alex responded with a quick nod of the head.

The younger man stepped inside the tub first and into the warm spray of the shower water. He ran his hands over his face in order to wipe drops of water from his eyes, did a quick twirl then turned to face the wall. He placed the palms of his hands flat against the cool shower tiles and waited in anticipation. He could only sense Derek moving in behind him since he didn’t dare to turn his head back and see for himself. Soft moans escaped from the older man, caused by his fingers that were coated with body wash which found their way around his growing shaft. Slick sounds of Derek’s fist pulling and tugging at his cock could be heard along with the heavy breathing from Alex who could only listen and picture what was going on behind him in his mind, fearing if he looked back at Derek, he’d stop.

That was until he felt Derek’s fingers gripped onto his hips and adjusted them to his own liking. Even with the soap suds that covered Derek’s middle and ring fingers, Alex still felt that painful sting and stretching of his asshole as they entered inside him. Alex’s hips rocked backwards to meet Derek’s fingers that pumped in and out agonizingly slow, scissoring them apart ever so often to press and rub Alex’s warm insides. As Derek’s fingers stimulated and teased over Alex’s prostate, he was taken to a whole other world. His mind was blank, hazy and filled with splashes of colors until the fingers slowed in their movements and a familiar voice invaded his head.

“You ready, Al?”

“Yesss, take me already, Derek.”

In one swift action Derek replaced his fingers with his pulsating shaft, pushing his swelled head through the taut ring of muscles around Alex’s entrance then continued with the rest of his length until he was buried in him balls deep. Derek was beyond greedy at this point and gave Alex no time to adjust. Instead, he eased himself out about half way then rammed right back into the younger shortstop which caused Alex’s body to slam up against the tiled wall. Derek hugged an arm around Alex’s waist to keep their bodies molded to each other while his hips worked Alex like a drill.

The younger man’s cries of pleasure echoed off the walls while Derek’s grunts and moans responded to each sound that fell from Alex’s lips. Somewhere along the way, Alex’s arm reached back and hooked around Derek’s neck, forcing his face forward while Alex twisted his neck into what looked like the most painful position in order to kiss the other man’s lips. Their bodies rocked in harmony, each determined to make the other reach their breaking point first. The arm that Derek hand wrapped around Alex’s waist shifted, allowing the palm of his hand to slide over Alex’s abs, dull fingernails scraping across them while the hand traveled on downward. Fingertips slid through the neatly trimmed curls and tested his batting grip on Alex’s cock. Alex’s hips quickly adjusted, thrusting forward into Derek’s fist then backward to ram his ass onto the other man’s cock. From this point on, Derek’s hips showed no mercy, and the fact that he knew Alex would be sore during tomorrow’s game only added to his state of arousal. Alex’s body tensed the moment Derek’s cock struck over his prostate and fought off his orgasm until the pleasure became unbearable. Spurt after spurt of his warm cum splashed upon the shower all and drizzled down the back of Derek’s fist. Alex’s scream along with the wavering of his ass muscles pushed Derek over the edge just seconds after. He cried Alex’s name out while pumping the man’s ass full of his heated load, hands reaching to grasp onto Alex’s hips in attempt help hold the man up.

When their breathing returned to normal, Derek gently eased himself out of Alex then crouched down behind him. Alex whimpered and tried to dig his fingernails into the shower tiles as he felt Derek’s fingertips spreading his ass cheeks apart. Alex’s forehead pressed against the cool tile, panting and moaning softly as he felt Derek’s tongue lapping and circling around his used hole, tasting himself there. Eventually standing back up, Alex spun around to face Derek, arms circled around the man’s neck while their lips met for another kiss.

“Now…wanna..you..mm, bed?” Alex muttered against Derek’s lips. Derek responded with another peck at Alex’s lips followed by a soft “yeah” then turned to reach down and shut off the water.

Alex reached for Derek’s hand as the two climbed out of the tub and managed to squeeze themselves together so they could fit a towel around them both. They eventually made their way out of the bathroom after drying off and settled down into Alex’s bed beneath the covers.

The next two nights went by far too quickly, especially since one of the games was postponed until the next time the two teams meet due to rain. It was always hard to say goodbye, and when that morning came when Derek had to return back to not only the rest of his teammates but to his lonely apartment, all he could do was sit upon the edge of the bed and gaze out longingly at Alex’s body curled up in a fetal position with a pillow clutched to his chest. He could never wake Alex up to tell him that he had to go, and he knew that a part of Alex preferred to just sleep in rather than to watch him leave — it hurt less that way.

Before Derek forced himself to stand up and exit out that door, he scribbled three words on the back of a receipt that was left on top of the night table and placed it in front of the alarm clock for Alex to wake up to.

Until then, they will be racking up each other’s phone bill with constant calls and voice mails. At least if they couldn’t be together for weeks or months on end, they had a way of seeing each other on the ESPN highlights and of course the memories of brief road trips like this one would help to settle that huge emptiness until the next time they cross paths thanks to their schedules.

“Baby, I don’t want to waste another day. Keeping it inside it’s killing me cause all I ever want — it comes right down to you, to you. I’m wishing I could find the words to say. Baby, I would tell you every time you leave — I’m inconsolable“