When Derek stopped coming to his hotel room during their road trips, Jorge figured it was because Derek found a new “flavor of the month”. Jorge never complained though, because Derek had done this many times before. Mariah, Lara, Jessica, Jordana, Vanessa. Jorge couldn’t keep up, but he didn’t have to, because Derek always came back.

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.”

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