Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Title: Beware of Flying Bats and Balls
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
An: I know there are going to be some questions so just so everyone knows:
1) When David says "Fanatic," he is referring to the Philly Fanatic, the mascot for the Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Team.
2) Yes, Delaware does have it's own man-made battle-fort island.
Without further ado, enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 06
The stadium's cheering crowd could be heard, loud and clear, even through the wall and window of the suite that separated them from David and me. David clapped his own hands together as his way of cheering along, seeing as how the Phillies had just accomplished a very nice double play, it was only right to. I, myself, smiled, unable to cheer or clap as I bit into a cookie I had purchased from the concession stand.
David sat at a table in the suite while I sat on the floor, leaning back, directly in front of a flat screen television that hung on the wall and we watched the game on the screen, the same game being played out the window.
"How're you boys doing?" I turned my head to smile at the person leaning in through the open door and found myself looking at one of the security guards who usually watched the door of the VIP section.
"Doing fine, Gus," David said and tapped on the table he sat at some. "What're you doing off the job? Shouldn't you be making sure no delinquent kids get into places they shouldn't be?"
Gus and I laughed at the statement and I was caught off guard as David reached down to take the remainder of my cookie from my hand.
"Benny is watching the doors for now while I take a minute to get a drink," he motioned behind his back with his thumb to indicate the concession stand behind him. "Saw you two boys in here and I figured I'd stop and say hello; make sure you're doing well."
I smirked, "You care? That's so sweet, Gus."
He shrugged, "Well, you're dad is in higher position than I am here so, naturally, I want to make sure you're fine," he said and pointed to me; "and you," he pointed to David, "well, your father is just in close with the really powerful people associated with this stadium. Have to keep them happy for my own and other's safety."
"That's not true," I laughed. "David and I wouldn't rat you guys out for anything if we were to see it."
"You know, unless it was some sort of drug bust," David added and punched my shoulder, "we'd get money for that."
I nodded my head, "Yes, of course."
Gus smiled, shaking his head, "It's hard thinking the two of you are friends. It's like the royalty of the ball park."
David and I scoffed at the amusing analogy, David coughing on the last piece of cookie in his mouth. "Okay, dumb example, but honestly, the two of you can get away with enough to call it that."
We laughed again and had a few more words before Gus figured he ought to get back to his post, still needing to get his drink.
"Hey, Gus," David called to him before he'd gone completely. Gus stopped and hung his head back through the open doorframe. "Has the Fanatic come up here yet?"
Gus shook his head, "No, he hasn't; I expect he'll get up to this level by the time I'm back at my post. Why do you ask?"
"When he comes it gets noisy. Can you shut the door?"
Gus nodded with a smile and shut the door as he went off to take care of his business at the concession stand. I stayed in my position of sitting against the wall with my back pressed to it and my head facing the door, looking off blankly and thinking of nothing. Well, thinking of nothing, that is, until I felt a small weight on my chest and looked down to see that David had gotten up from his chair, sat down next to me and rested his head on my chest. I smiled down at him as he used my body as a pillow and watched the game on the flat screen television with his legs stretched across the floor. The next time a commercial came up on screen, David shifted his position and turned his head to look up at me.
He smiled lazily and his head sank down to rest more on my stomach than my chest. "Royalty." He scoffed. "So, if we're like princes or something then what would merge together if we ever got married?"
I emitted my own laugh and watched his head move along with my stomach. "I'm not sure what would merge but I think we might inherit the Park..."
"Well, that'd be pretty cool," he said and sat up some, arching his back to peer out the window. "I am King David and you are my humble servants," he said swung his arms as if he were actually addressing the crowd.
"King?" I laughed as he leaned back against my chest again. "Why are you the King?" He smiled as I lifted my hand and brushed it through his hair. "Queen David and King Sebastien work much better, I think."
He scoffed and rolled so that he sat on the sides of his legs and held himself up with his arms. "Well, if you're going to be gone all of next week then the kingdom could get restless with their King gone. Making me King only saves us the trouble of an uproar, as I can keep order as King while you are gone." David punctuated his rambling statement with a peck to my lips and once he was through and sitting back, looking at me, I couldn't do anything else but laugh.
"Well, I'm glad you think I'd make a good ruler," he pouted and crossed his arms. "It's going to be hard enough with you gone for a week and now I know I'll have to endure it as the Queen?"
I shook my head, smiling still with laughter and picked up his chin, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Let's not talk about next week, okay?"
Next week was the week my parents had scheduled to take off of work and drag me on a family vacation. That was bound to be interesting. Not that it isn't fun, I usually do end up enjoying myself on the trips but the thought of spending a whole week with no one but my parents never ceases to bore me. Hmm, I always supposed I'd feel better about the whole situation if I had a sibling but since I don't, we'll never determine that.
He smirked between another kiss, "You never like talking about going on vacations with your folks."
"A week spent with my parents and no friends," I shrugged and ran a finger down his arm. "What fun."
David chuckled and put his forehead to mine. "Well, when you get back, we will catch up on all that you've missed," we kissed, "and it will be like you never left in the first place."
I smiled and kissed him again. "You know though, we can't get married around here so its not like you're actually going to be King - or Queen - of the park." He had a small pout and I smirked. "Unless, of course, you want to go down to Rehoboth and see if-"
"No. No thanks, we are staying out of Delaware." I laughed and shook my head at his silly and swift remark to my joking idea.
"You went there once, how can you hate it so much?"
David shook his head and held his eyes tight as if he were trying to shake free a terrible memory. "I went there once and it sucked. I'm ever going back."
"Dude, it's got it's own battle-fort island."
"Dude, it's a man-made battle-fort island. It sucks." I laughed and tiredly had my forehead rest on his shoulder. He laughed as well and rubbed my back, going on to say that the only good part about the island was the guide stepping in goose droppings.
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Later that night I stood at the sink helping my mother dry off the dishes and things from dinner as she washed them. Eventually the discussion had bled onto the topic of our vacation and small thought crossed my mind. I listened to her as I dried off a dish and thought in the back of my mind how I could ease my idea into the conversation.
"You don't seem very interested right now, Sebastien," she said, "You're thinking of something else?"
I swallowed and shrugged a shoulder, trying to play everything off nonchalantly. "It's nothing," I said slowly, "I was just thinking how you and Dad and I will be together the whole time, wouldn't the two want to be alone rather than have me in your face the whole week?"
She smiled, shaking her head, "We quite enjoy your company, actually. Besides, what else would you do? Stay at home by yourself?" She ended the sentence with a scoff.
"No, I suppose not," I said and chuckled. "But, still, it'd probably be nicer if I wasn't always with the two of you. What if I were to bring David along?"
Mom closed her eyes and laughed as she handed me the plate she'd just finished scrubbing and I took hold to dry it off. "Invite David? Heavens, not that I don't like the idea of you being so happy, I still would hate to suspect what would go on in your hotel room."
My eyes widened and I nearly dropped my plate. I hadn't told her anything about David and me so either she's joking or I missed something. "What?"
"I'm disappointed you didn't tell me you started seeing David," she carried on and I think the color drained from my eyes, "I really would have liked to know when it started."
"I, uhm, about a week... how did you-?"
She laughed, "One of the men your father works with saw you and David stealing a kiss behind one of the hallway pillars through the security cameras."
"...Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say, really. Seriously though, what do you say when you mom says she knew you had a boyfriend and it's a kid she's known for years? I suppose it could be worse; she and dad could have not known I was gay. That would have made this a lot more awkward.
"I'm not mad but this does mean the next time David is over I get to pinch his cheek." I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't notice as she turned her mind back to scrubbing a plate, then continued to speak, "But I'm sure you see why David is not allowed on this trip."
"Uh, yes," I said slowly and looked down. It was actually a little disturbing to know my mother didn't trust me enough to let me share a room with David, considering the fact that whatever is going through her mind really wouldn't have happened. Actually, the thought that she could think those things is really unnerving and seriously scares me. Okay, so, I know the thoughts probably would have crossed my mind to, but, they're about me and I'm allowed to think about what I would do with my boyfriend and even then I know I probably wouldn't have acted on whatever thoughts they were.
The point that my mother figured I either already was, or at least, considering, having a sexual relationship with David continued to poke the back of my mind for the rest of my night and even as I slept. This included a nasty dream about an airplane, my mother and David, only my mother looked like Jennifer Aniston and David looked like Tom Delongue and I cannot remember anything except thinking about a money eating a banana and someone telling me it was a chimpanzee and not a monkey. Okay, so, I admit that I also had cake before I went to bed. That might also have contributed to it.
No matter what though, I was aware of one thing for sure: I couldn't wait to get home from vacation and I hadn't even left yet.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: PG-13 (will rise)
Category: Angst, Humor
Warning: Slash, Adult Language
Pairing: Sebastien/David
Summary: Summer spent at the ball park.
Disclaimer: I do not own David or Sebastien. All other characters are mine unless otherwise noted.
An: I know there are going to be some questions so just so everyone knows:
1) When David says "Fanatic," he is referring to the Philly Fanatic, the mascot for the Philadelphia Phillies Baseball Team.
2) Yes, Delaware does have it's own man-made battle-fort island.
Without further ado, enjoy!
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BOFBAB :: 06
The stadium's cheering crowd could be heard, loud and clear, even through the wall and window of the suite that separated them from David and me. David clapped his own hands together as his way of cheering along, seeing as how the Phillies had just accomplished a very nice double play, it was only right to. I, myself, smiled, unable to cheer or clap as I bit into a cookie I had purchased from the concession stand.
David sat at a table in the suite while I sat on the floor, leaning back, directly in front of a flat screen television that hung on the wall and we watched the game on the screen, the same game being played out the window.
"How're you boys doing?" I turned my head to smile at the person leaning in through the open door and found myself looking at one of the security guards who usually watched the door of the VIP section.
"Doing fine, Gus," David said and tapped on the table he sat at some. "What're you doing off the job? Shouldn't you be making sure no delinquent kids get into places they shouldn't be?"
Gus and I laughed at the statement and I was caught off guard as David reached down to take the remainder of my cookie from my hand.
"Benny is watching the doors for now while I take a minute to get a drink," he motioned behind his back with his thumb to indicate the concession stand behind him. "Saw you two boys in here and I figured I'd stop and say hello; make sure you're doing well."
I smirked, "You care? That's so sweet, Gus."
He shrugged, "Well, you're dad is in higher position than I am here so, naturally, I want to make sure you're fine," he said and pointed to me; "and you," he pointed to David, "well, your father is just in close with the really powerful people associated with this stadium. Have to keep them happy for my own and other's safety."
"That's not true," I laughed. "David and I wouldn't rat you guys out for anything if we were to see it."
"You know, unless it was some sort of drug bust," David added and punched my shoulder, "we'd get money for that."
I nodded my head, "Yes, of course."
Gus smiled, shaking his head, "It's hard thinking the two of you are friends. It's like the royalty of the ball park."
David and I scoffed at the amusing analogy, David coughing on the last piece of cookie in his mouth. "Okay, dumb example, but honestly, the two of you can get away with enough to call it that."
We laughed again and had a few more words before Gus figured he ought to get back to his post, still needing to get his drink.
"Hey, Gus," David called to him before he'd gone completely. Gus stopped and hung his head back through the open doorframe. "Has the Fanatic come up here yet?"
Gus shook his head, "No, he hasn't; I expect he'll get up to this level by the time I'm back at my post. Why do you ask?"
"When he comes it gets noisy. Can you shut the door?"
Gus nodded with a smile and shut the door as he went off to take care of his business at the concession stand. I stayed in my position of sitting against the wall with my back pressed to it and my head facing the door, looking off blankly and thinking of nothing. Well, thinking of nothing, that is, until I felt a small weight on my chest and looked down to see that David had gotten up from his chair, sat down next to me and rested his head on my chest. I smiled down at him as he used my body as a pillow and watched the game on the flat screen television with his legs stretched across the floor. The next time a commercial came up on screen, David shifted his position and turned his head to look up at me.
He smiled lazily and his head sank down to rest more on my stomach than my chest. "Royalty." He scoffed. "So, if we're like princes or something then what would merge together if we ever got married?"
I emitted my own laugh and watched his head move along with my stomach. "I'm not sure what would merge but I think we might inherit the Park..."
"Well, that'd be pretty cool," he said and sat up some, arching his back to peer out the window. "I am King David and you are my humble servants," he said swung his arms as if he were actually addressing the crowd.
"King?" I laughed as he leaned back against my chest again. "Why are you the King?" He smiled as I lifted my hand and brushed it through his hair. "Queen David and King Sebastien work much better, I think."
He scoffed and rolled so that he sat on the sides of his legs and held himself up with his arms. "Well, if you're going to be gone all of next week then the kingdom could get restless with their King gone. Making me King only saves us the trouble of an uproar, as I can keep order as King while you are gone." David punctuated his rambling statement with a peck to my lips and once he was through and sitting back, looking at me, I couldn't do anything else but laugh.
"Well, I'm glad you think I'd make a good ruler," he pouted and crossed his arms. "It's going to be hard enough with you gone for a week and now I know I'll have to endure it as the Queen?"
I shook my head, smiling still with laughter and picked up his chin, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Let's not talk about next week, okay?"
Next week was the week my parents had scheduled to take off of work and drag me on a family vacation. That was bound to be interesting. Not that it isn't fun, I usually do end up enjoying myself on the trips but the thought of spending a whole week with no one but my parents never ceases to bore me. Hmm, I always supposed I'd feel better about the whole situation if I had a sibling but since I don't, we'll never determine that.
He smirked between another kiss, "You never like talking about going on vacations with your folks."
"A week spent with my parents and no friends," I shrugged and ran a finger down his arm. "What fun."
David chuckled and put his forehead to mine. "Well, when you get back, we will catch up on all that you've missed," we kissed, "and it will be like you never left in the first place."
I smiled and kissed him again. "You know though, we can't get married around here so its not like you're actually going to be King - or Queen - of the park." He had a small pout and I smirked. "Unless, of course, you want to go down to Rehoboth and see if-"
"No. No thanks, we are staying out of Delaware." I laughed and shook my head at his silly and swift remark to my joking idea.
"You went there once, how can you hate it so much?"
David shook his head and held his eyes tight as if he were trying to shake free a terrible memory. "I went there once and it sucked. I'm ever going back."
"Dude, it's got it's own battle-fort island."
"Dude, it's a man-made battle-fort island. It sucks." I laughed and tiredly had my forehead rest on his shoulder. He laughed as well and rubbed my back, going on to say that the only good part about the island was the guide stepping in goose droppings.
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Later that night I stood at the sink helping my mother dry off the dishes and things from dinner as she washed them. Eventually the discussion had bled onto the topic of our vacation and small thought crossed my mind. I listened to her as I dried off a dish and thought in the back of my mind how I could ease my idea into the conversation.
"You don't seem very interested right now, Sebastien," she said, "You're thinking of something else?"
I swallowed and shrugged a shoulder, trying to play everything off nonchalantly. "It's nothing," I said slowly, "I was just thinking how you and Dad and I will be together the whole time, wouldn't the two want to be alone rather than have me in your face the whole week?"
She smiled, shaking her head, "We quite enjoy your company, actually. Besides, what else would you do? Stay at home by yourself?" She ended the sentence with a scoff.
"No, I suppose not," I said and chuckled. "But, still, it'd probably be nicer if I wasn't always with the two of you. What if I were to bring David along?"
Mom closed her eyes and laughed as she handed me the plate she'd just finished scrubbing and I took hold to dry it off. "Invite David? Heavens, not that I don't like the idea of you being so happy, I still would hate to suspect what would go on in your hotel room."
My eyes widened and I nearly dropped my plate. I hadn't told her anything about David and me so either she's joking or I missed something. "What?"
"I'm disappointed you didn't tell me you started seeing David," she carried on and I think the color drained from my eyes, "I really would have liked to know when it started."
"I, uhm, about a week... how did you-?"
She laughed, "One of the men your father works with saw you and David stealing a kiss behind one of the hallway pillars through the security cameras."
"...Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say, really. Seriously though, what do you say when you mom says she knew you had a boyfriend and it's a kid she's known for years? I suppose it could be worse; she and dad could have not known I was gay. That would have made this a lot more awkward.
"I'm not mad but this does mean the next time David is over I get to pinch his cheek." I raised an eyebrow at her but she didn't notice as she turned her mind back to scrubbing a plate, then continued to speak, "But I'm sure you see why David is not allowed on this trip."
"Uh, yes," I said slowly and looked down. It was actually a little disturbing to know my mother didn't trust me enough to let me share a room with David, considering the fact that whatever is going through her mind really wouldn't have happened. Actually, the thought that she could think those things is really unnerving and seriously scares me. Okay, so, I know the thoughts probably would have crossed my mind to, but, they're about me and I'm allowed to think about what I would do with my boyfriend and even then I know I probably wouldn't have acted on whatever thoughts they were.
The point that my mother figured I either already was, or at least, considering, having a sexual relationship with David continued to poke the back of my mind for the rest of my night and even as I slept. This included a nasty dream about an airplane, my mother and David, only my mother looked like Jennifer Aniston and David looked like Tom Delongue and I cannot remember anything except thinking about a money eating a banana and someone telling me it was a chimpanzee and not a monkey. Okay, so, I admit that I also had cake before I went to bed. That might also have contributed to it.
No matter what though, I was aware of one thing for sure: I couldn't wait to get home from vacation and I hadn't even left yet.
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