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Title: Learning how to bat
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Word Count: 722
Rating: pg
Summary: This was written for the fluff meme. One of severus_falter's promts was: I pretty much just want Nick to teach Joe how to swing a bat. But like, it kind of turns into an up-right cuddle!fest.
He could feel his shirt sticking to his back. They had been out since morning; it was now late afternoon. For some reason, Nick thought it’d be a good idea to spend their day off practicing softball. But it had turned into Nick yelling at Joe because has batting stance wasn’t right or he wasn’t hitting the ball correctly. So Nick was attempting to teach Joe how do to these things correctly.
Nick walked over to Joe and took Joe’s hands with pure force that had been brought on with how completely frustrated he was with Joe.
“Dude, chill; it’s just a game.”
“It’s not ‘just a game’ Joe. I don’t see why you can’t seem to understand that.”
“Fine whatever, Nick; softball is life, blah, blah, blah.”
Nick rolled his eyes at Joe. Nick couldn’t understand how Joe couldn’t grasp the simple concept of swinging a bat. It really wasn’t that hard. Nick also didn’t understand how Joe could say that softball was just a game. To Nick, it was much more than that; it was a time that he could let everything go and just focus on the game. That and it was yet another thing that Nick could control.
That was why he was so mad with Joe. Joe couldn’t understand why Nick needed him to know how to bat; that he needed Joe to be good at this one thing so that he looked good and wasn’t embarrassed. Winning was so important to Nick; and he knew that maybe he over reacted when they lost, but he needed the win, he needed to feel in control. Because when he was in control nothing else mattered, he could let everything go; the pain of not being there for people who needed him; the fear of his levels being of; the nervousness of going on stage in front of tens of thousands of people every night. Softball was his release from all of this, so he needed Joe to be good so that he looked good.
The pitching machine let loose another ball, and yet again Joe’s swing was off and he missed and lost his footing and ended up in the dirt. Nick rolled his eyes and walked over to Joe and pulled him up off the ground by his arm.
“God damn it Joe, why the hell can’t you grasp this?”
“Shit, Nick did you ever think that maybe I’m not good at this and that’s the way it’s going to be regardless of what you do? Or that maybe I just don’t want to learn how to do this? I understand why you want me to do this, Nick, I really do. And I’m trying; I’m trying so fucking hard it hurts. I want to do this for you I really do. I just need help. I need you to show me what I need to do.”
Nick hung his head because he had made Joe upset, and that wasn’t he was trying to do. He knew that he pushed Joe too much, and Joe was being such a trooper and putting up with his shit. But, he knew what he had to do. He walked up to Joe and stood behind him. He took Joe’s hands in his, and Joe looked back at him with a questioning look.
“Just trust me Joe.”
And Joe did, he knew Nick knew what he was doing. He let Nick come up behind him and become flush with his body, he could feel the heat radiating off of Nick’s body. His breathing hitched for a few seconds until he got used to the fact that Nick’s body was pressed up on his. Nick took his hands and placed them on the bat in the proper position. Nick put his hands on top of Joe’s.
“Okay, what you want to do is swing your body around like this.” And Nick sung his body like he was swinging the bat, taking Joe with him. “Perfect Joe, that was amazing.”
Joe turned around in Nick’s arms so that he was facing him, and put his hands around Nick’s hips. “Why thank you. Was that good enough for Mr. Softball?”
“I guess it’ll do for now.” And with that Joe smacked Nick on the side of his head and leaned in and kissed him.
Pairing: Joe/Nick
Word Count: 722
Rating: pg
Summary: This was written for the fluff meme. One of severus_falter's promts was: I pretty much just want Nick to teach Joe how to swing a bat. But like, it kind of turns into an up-right cuddle!fest.
He could feel his shirt sticking to his back. They had been out since morning; it was now late afternoon. For some reason, Nick thought it’d be a good idea to spend their day off practicing softball. But it had turned into Nick yelling at Joe because has batting stance wasn’t right or he wasn’t hitting the ball correctly. So Nick was attempting to teach Joe how do to these things correctly.
Nick walked over to Joe and took Joe’s hands with pure force that had been brought on with how completely frustrated he was with Joe.
“Dude, chill; it’s just a game.”
“It’s not ‘just a game’ Joe. I don’t see why you can’t seem to understand that.”
“Fine whatever, Nick; softball is life, blah, blah, blah.”
Nick rolled his eyes at Joe. Nick couldn’t understand how Joe couldn’t grasp the simple concept of swinging a bat. It really wasn’t that hard. Nick also didn’t understand how Joe could say that softball was just a game. To Nick, it was much more than that; it was a time that he could let everything go and just focus on the game. That and it was yet another thing that Nick could control.
That was why he was so mad with Joe. Joe couldn’t understand why Nick needed him to know how to bat; that he needed Joe to be good at this one thing so that he looked good and wasn’t embarrassed. Winning was so important to Nick; and he knew that maybe he over reacted when they lost, but he needed the win, he needed to feel in control. Because when he was in control nothing else mattered, he could let everything go; the pain of not being there for people who needed him; the fear of his levels being of; the nervousness of going on stage in front of tens of thousands of people every night. Softball was his release from all of this, so he needed Joe to be good so that he looked good.
The pitching machine let loose another ball, and yet again Joe’s swing was off and he missed and lost his footing and ended up in the dirt. Nick rolled his eyes and walked over to Joe and pulled him up off the ground by his arm.
“God damn it Joe, why the hell can’t you grasp this?”
“Shit, Nick did you ever think that maybe I’m not good at this and that’s the way it’s going to be regardless of what you do? Or that maybe I just don’t want to learn how to do this? I understand why you want me to do this, Nick, I really do. And I’m trying; I’m trying so fucking hard it hurts. I want to do this for you I really do. I just need help. I need you to show me what I need to do.”
Nick hung his head because he had made Joe upset, and that wasn’t he was trying to do. He knew that he pushed Joe too much, and Joe was being such a trooper and putting up with his shit. But, he knew what he had to do. He walked up to Joe and stood behind him. He took Joe’s hands in his, and Joe looked back at him with a questioning look.
“Just trust me Joe.”
And Joe did, he knew Nick knew what he was doing. He let Nick come up behind him and become flush with his body, he could feel the heat radiating off of Nick’s body. His breathing hitched for a few seconds until he got used to the fact that Nick’s body was pressed up on his. Nick took his hands and placed them on the bat in the proper position. Nick put his hands on top of Joe’s.
“Okay, what you want to do is swing your body around like this.” And Nick sung his body like he was swinging the bat, taking Joe with him. “Perfect Joe, that was amazing.”
Joe turned around in Nick’s arms so that he was facing him, and put his hands around Nick’s hips. “Why thank you. Was that good enough for Mr. Softball?”
“I guess it’ll do for now.” And with that Joe smacked Nick on the side of his head and leaned in and kissed him.