For the Win

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

Having fallen for his team's biggest rival pitcher,Jack is having trouble focusing on winning the game when he has so much riding on it...like a deal they made that Jack realizes he can't keep.

It took all he had to walk through those doors. For so long he was scared to admit it, but nothing was going to get in his way now. He was going to prove it.

 

“Jack, get gear on. You’re up next.” The coach threw him the bat and helmet.

 

“But-”

 

“Damn it, Jack, don’t make me repeat myself.” He tugged on his hat showing signs of his discomfort with the whole idea of letting him on that field.

 

Jack didn’t argue and stepped out of the dugout for warm-up swings before heading over to the batting square. Heart rate increasing with each step while his stomach flip-flopped from excitement all the way to his spot.

Deep breath Jack. Eyes on the ball, bat in ready position. Exhale.

This one moment rode on more than just a home-run swing. This was his way of proving he wasn’t going to back down. If-when he hit that ball he would never let himself look down on who he was.

This is it. There was a hush in the audience as the ball left the pitcher’s hand curving, at a speed of 95, towards him. Never letting his eyes leave it, the ball got closer, closer, and closer yet.  Just as the ball was about to pass him, He threw himself into the swing. A loud cracking echoed throughout the stadium. All eyes were on the ball as it went flying over the fence.

He did it! All his teammates ran out onto the field as he made his victory lap around the bases. The crowd screamed rejoicing for the win. News cameras and reporters surrounded him, and camera flashes lite up the stadium like Fourth of July fireworks.  But even in his buzz of adrenaline, all he focused on was the one person he wanted to be with the most. Jack had a promise to keep to himself and nothing was going to stand in his way of it.  Diving through the crowd, reporters following, he found who he was looking for.

A smile spread across his face as he saw the man that was his rival kicking the dirt. He looked as if he lost more than a simple game. Little did the tall, tan, toned male know he won regardless of the bet they made while in secret. Jack had seen reality as it was and realized there was no way he was going to walk away from this overly confident, sexy man that, he now knew without a doubt, he has loved since day one.

“I gotta ask…did you even try Ruban?”

A stone faced Ruban looked up at Jack.

“Guess you really wanted to leave. You won, bye Jack.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Jack smirked at him.

“Yeah, I did. So can I claim a prize, or are you going to keep sulking?”

 Confusion casted shadows in his eyes replaying what Jack just said to him. A grin broke across his face. He closed the distance between them. Both of them chuckled after hearing several bystanders question if a fight would break out. Smiling, Ruban threw his glove off and pulled Jack to him, their lips finding the others. They lost themselves in the warmth of the kiss and each other’s embrace. When they broke apart Ruban laughed.

“Lucky bastard.”

Hell yeah I am, Jack realized. He had just won the league, came out on national TV, and would be going to dinner with his boyfriend.  For the first time, Jack felt proud of himself.


Submitted: November 22, 2014

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