Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 15:05:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boston Beth <writeongirl77@yahoo.com>
Subject: Red Sox Go To Bed
Shalom! First of all, I'd like to say that if you were
reading me on FanFiction.net, thank you for following me
here. I will be posting stories here from now on, as well
as a couple of other `net groups. Free speech will survive!
Also, I am working on part 4 of Brady and Bledsoe, if you've
been following that. I will try to get that up as soon as I
can. I am working and going to school at nights, plus I am
dealing with some unexpected problems at home. So things
will get posted slowly but surely. Until then, here's a
Nomar Garciaparra/Derek Lowe story. I don't know if this is
one of my better stories, but it's OK. Please let me know
if this needs any improvement-it's been awhile since I've
written a sex scene. As always, enjoy!
Red Sox Go To Bed (1/1) by Boston Beth rated NC-17
DESCRIPTION: Nomar and Derek bring new meaning to the
phrase "slumber party" (lame, I know) Smut (m/m, oral)
lives here!! So don't read this if you're not into it
DISTRIBUTION: Nifty, Sportsslash (Yahoo Group)
EXPLANATION & DISCLAIMER: A reader wrote to me asking if I
could do a baseball story. I was interested, but wasn't
sure how to do it. Then I read this article in a local
lifestyle magazine about a "bed party" which a club ran
recently. I thought this could make a good fanfic story and
I took it from there. So this "bed party" did happen
(although I do not think anyone famous was there, I think it
was filmed for an E! special if I remember correctly).
However, the action in the story is complete fiction. I do
not know Derek Lowe or Nomar Garciaparra personally. I have
never heard anything that would suggest they are not
straight in real life. I do not own them, nor do I have any
romantic interest in them. I am not associated with Major
League Baseball or the Boston Red Sox. No one is paying me
for this story. I do not mean to ruin anyone's image or
reputation with my stories, this is only for fun and in the
creative spirit.
(Please forgive me for this endless disclaimer. The
place where I used to post, FanFiction.net, has banned NC-17
and sexually explicit real person slash due to complaints.
Who was complaining, I don't know. But ever since then I
feel so obligated to make my disclaimers twenty million
times longer than they were before, lol.)
DEDICATED TO: Mike. Without his suggestion that I write a
baseball story, you wouldn't be reading this today. I hope
it was worth the wait! Now I'll be quiet and on with the
show.
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The invitation was, to say the least, provocative.
Nomar held it in one hand while he drank from a steamy
mug of coffee. He noticed it right away. It was black,
with silver calligraphy lettering a satin border. For
Nomar, this was indication enough that this was going to be
a rather unique gathering.
Nomar read the invitation and he was intrigued. He
sipped the coffee, put it on the table, immediately thought
of something dirty. Doing it with Derek, right in public,
risking their privacy. What an absolutely exhilarating,
delicious thought.
"A bed party?" asked Derek, standing over Nomar in his
bathrobe, reading over Nomar's shoulder. He was fresh out of
the shower, wearing a baby blue terry robe that brought out
the natural color of his eyes.
"That's what it says, honey." replied Nomar. He raised
his head and kissed his lover on the lips. He put his hand
into Derek's still-damp hair and gave it a shake. "Next
Tuesday night." he said.
Derek sat down. He took an English muffin from the
pile on the table. He took a knife and dipped it into a jar
of grape jelly. Watching Nomar, he spread a thin layer onto
the muffin, then took a small bite. He liked this idea of
being out in the open with Nomar. Their adherence to
discretion meant that they could not be close in public.
But a bed party? Now that was just too intriguing, too
irresistible.
Just the way he felt about Nomar. He couldn't believe
sometimes that those deep brown eyes and god-like form were
all his.
"So what do you think?" asked Nomar.
"Me? I think it should be fun." Derek looked at Nomar
with hungry, lustful eyes. "How about you?"
Nomar noticed that Derek had gotten some jelly on his
mouth. Nomar leaned across the table, stuck out the tip of
his tongue, and cleaned it up. Then he delicately kissed
Derek.
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Being a star should be fun, right? The parties never
end, the gratuities are wonderful, and the adulation is
terribly addictive. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of
being two of the biggest stars on the Boston Red
Sox-arguably Boston's favorite sports team-was dealing with
people like the club owner who liked to be attached to them
like magnets. Or, perhaps, chewing gum to a shoe.
"I'm telling you boys! Isn't this a great setup?"
Derek and Nomar nodded their answer, barely making out
what the club owner was saying. The room was loud with all
sorts of noises, from the heavy grooves of the house music
to the chatter of the packed house.
"Very nice!" yelled Derek.
"But what's with the beds?" asked Nomar. "You
expecting overnight guests?"
"Yeah, you renting them out for the night?" Derek asked
playfully.
The man had a plastic, self-involved laugh, as if he
would have found the joke funnier if he had come up with it
and damned himself for not doing so. "Good one, good one
guys! No, this is a concept that will turn this Puritan
town around and leave it fanny side up!"
He put his arms around the two star players and led
them around the floor. Stupid phony, thought Derek, he's
lucky we even showed up to this cheesy place.
"They've been doing this in Miami, boys." he continued,
his cigar breath hitting Nomar's face. Nomar made a face of
his own. "Beds instead of tables and chairs!" He waved his
arm to make a sweeping presentation.
Beds were placed all around the club, all king-sized, with
either black or silver satin sheets and spreads to fit the
d‚cor of the club.
"It creates a fun, carefree mood." he continued. "It
puts people in the mood for.you know, heh heh heh!" He poked
them in the sides.
"Yeah, we can figure that one out." said Nomar.
"Great, great, great!" said the leech, removing his
arms. "Excuse me guys. Gotta make the rounds. Hey Todd,
buddy! Sorry about the restaurants!" he yelled as he made
his way towards his next famous victim.
Nomar and Derek looked at each other, relieved. They
walked around the club, admiring the setup. They had been
to this club before, for some radio spots with the rest of
the team. Now they were by themselves but not alone.
Despite the club being past capacity, they were still being
stopped and recognized. Admittedly they were hard to miss.
Derek was a six-foot-six, blonde and built stunner who made
women stop, look and linger. He wore a white button down
shirt and blue jeans that draped his fit, firm body. And
the other half of the team kept the women staring. Nomar
took the phrase tall, dark and handsome and pumped new life
into it. Everything about him was styled perfectly, from
his spiky hair to his tight black jeans. His black shirt
was unbuttoned enough to give a teasing view of his smooth,
powerful chest. They were, in short, the two most handsome
men there.
And the women responded. Everywhere Nomar and Derek
went, they couldn't move without bumping into a bevy of
women. If the boys were so inclined, this would be paradise.
Some of the women managed to be sexy yet modest in clingy
skirts and tastefully buttoned blouses, and attempted to
seduce the boys with some quick, witty conversation, a
suggestive sip of wine, a tilt to the head. Some of them
had not much on and even less inside the head. They were
the dyed, plucked, belly-bare, cosmetically enhanced, cahhhh-
driving girls. They weaved spells as best as they could,
energetically trying to encourage Derek and Nomar to test
drive the beds. The players did what they do best and
played along. They danced and chatted with them. But in
the end, none of the women could separate the two. It was
the same at all the clubs they ever went to. Women,
assuming they were available and heterosexual, spun the same
lines: Honey how are you oh you are so fine how about coming
home with me tonight yeah the both of you the most handsome
man in the world. Nope, these were women that, if they were
straight, would turn them gay, no doubt about it.
The men who watched them were more interesting to the
Red Sox superstars. But none of the men chanced to
approach them. First of all, no one wanted to bother famous
people. They're out to have fun too, and deserve to be left
alone. But their admirers couldn't even fathom the idea of
Derek and Nomar being available to them. Especially Nomar,
who, based on a very successful PR campaign, had the whole
tabloid-reading crowd convinced he was a unattainable female
fantasy. But the men could dream, couldn't they? They
watched the ballplayers longingly, the boys in all black and
tight jeans and form-loving sweaters, all the fashionable
clich‚s. They sipped their beers and rums, all the while
wanting.
Later that night, Nomar and Derek wandered into the VIP
section of the club. They came across a king-sized bed with
a satiny silver bedspread.
"Wanna get on it?" asked Nomar, anxious to put his plan
into action.
Derek looked at Nomar with full awareness of what he
was thinking. "You bet." he replied, watching Nomar as they
climbed on the bed side by side.
Derek leaned back on the headboard. Nomar smiled at
how Derek's hair fell in his eyes. Derek loved how Nomar's
smile transformed his whole look from serious to sublime.
"You know, you have to be careful." said Nomar, looking
in all directions. Everyone in the club was either dancing
or flirting with each other, so no one even cared that they
were around. Nomar put his hand on Derek's large thigh.
"If you had a drink on here and it spilled.and then somebody
was screwing and, well, something else spilled?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm?" replied Derek, his blue eyes all aglow.
"That's a lot of wet spots you'd have to watch out
for." Nomar's fingers combed Derek's hair. He put his head
on Derek's shoulder, looking for a spot to kiss. Nomar
found it in the crook of his neck, his lips gently feeling
the bone.
"I would be very, very careful." replied Derek,
putting his hand on Nomar's ass.
Derek quickly kissed Nomar. Every kiss was deep, as if
looking for treasures. Derek and Nomar slowly straightened
their bodies and lay on the bed. Nomar's hands roamed the
tall frame of his teammate, firm, not wanting to let go.
They went on his chest, down his legs and up. Nomar pulled
out Derek's shirt from the top of his pants, where it had
been neatly tucked. He unbuttoned it, letting the shirt
fall apart. Nomar gasped at the coat of fine, blonde fur
over Derek's beautiful body. He turned the nipples hard, so
hard that Derek moaned loudly. The room was as wide as a
mountain range.
From there Nomar wasted no time in stripping Derek and
sending his clothes to the floor. Nomar massaged Derek, his
fingers lost in the blond pelt covering the muscles on his
arms and chest and legs. He let the hair rise up and
watched the little patches fall back into place. He
repeated this, but now using his mouth. Even though they
had done some dancing, Derek was dry but for the impressions
of saliva Nomar's tongue left. Derek smiled and moaned, his
sense of eroticism heightened by the feel of satin sheets on
his back, pale and cool like a moon, contrasting the heat of
the room. The club felt like the city ablaze in August.
While he licked Derek's nipple Nomar's hand found his
cock. He held it firmly and squeezed intermittently.
Derek's reaction was grateful, tempestuous, something good
and hoped for was arriving.
Derek placed his hands on Nomar's shirt, fingering the
row of buttons. Derek's eyes asked for a go-ahead. Nomar
removed his face from Derek's chest. His gaze possessed
Derek's, caught it, and said yes.
Derek unbuttoned the shirt with purpose. He pulled off
the shirt of a willing Nomar. Derek's hands flew over the
button fly, easily undoing it. Derek kissed Nomar on the
lips, then tore off his jeans and boxers. Derek breathed in
and silently blessed himself for his good fortune to be able
to see him. Nomar's body was a perfect sculpture. He was
not one of those `roid freaks so common in baseball. This
was the real thing, proof of years of hard work. Nomar
leaned back to give Derek a better view of what he wanted.
He gave Derek a smile and spread his massive, muscular legs.
Derek stared at Nomar's cock. It was hard already.
Derek paused to stare at Nomar's dark, enticing skin. That
was something else that made Derek hard---the notion of
being with a man who was more exotic and mysterious than he
was. He loved Nomar's cock especially and marveled at how it
managed to be just a shade darker and pinker than the rest
of him.
Derek positioned himself in between them and scooped
up Nomar's hard cock in his mouth. He pressed tightly,
sucked with enthusiasm, slid back and forth without a skip
or a bump. Nomar's wailing was lost amid the music.
"Ah, Derek!" Nomar said loudly. "More, I want more!"
Derek's mouth gave moist massages that enveloped Nomar.
He drew his head up high, then down to where it all started.
Derek wanted so much to please Nomar. He took one ball in
his hands, carefully cradling it, then popped the salty lime
in his mouth, rolling it around his warm mouth. Nomar cried
out approval, and Derek did the same with the other, sucking
longingly and lovingly, his beard tickling Nomar's buffed
and smooth flesh.
Nomar felt Derek's hands along his thighs creating a
warm, energetic friction. Nomar's head stretched as far
back as it could and he moaned from the whole of his soul.
Then he talked. "Derek, Derek please make it harder.
Make it harder." Nomar seemed breathless.
Derek felt the hairs on his arms and neck stand up with
Nomar's electricity creating an awareness of what Derek
could do, wanted to do. First he removed his mouth just
enough to kiss the expansion of Nomar's neck. Then he
dipped his head further and a few beads of sweat rolled from
his forehead and onto Nomar's legs.
Carefully Derek set his teeth on Nomar's prick. They
scraped the shaft with care, and his goatee felt like a
patch of grass. Derek lifted his head, let in more flesh,
until his teeth touched the head.
His tongue massaged it. Nomar could not stop moaning,
stroking Derek's hair, grabbing for his shoulders and
digging his nails into them. Derek slowly went down,
letting his throat fill slowly with Nomar's cock. Amid
Nomar's hushed breathing that held anticipation Derek
sucked. Many drops of pre-come hit his tongue. Nomar
breathed out hard as if he were clinging to life. Both men
knew it was shortly coming. Derek let the feeling of his
dick swelling and racing fill his mouth. By habit, his hand
went under Nomar's hard ass, cupping it tight. His
forefinger slid easily into his hole. Derek pressed firmly
on Nomar's prostate like a joy button, causing Nomar to
curse under his breath. Nomar put his hands in Derek's hair
and he pulled it from the roots, his moans becoming ever
louder.
Somewhere along the way a crowd had gathered. Boys
with backwards Red Sox caps and muscle t-shirts gazed at
Derek and Nomar, dreaming of being on that bed and wondering
if they wanted a partner. Girls were chewing on perfectly
manicured nails, watching the show with not-so-shameful
interest, incredulous at what they were seeing. Everyone
was spellbound by the display, witnessing the sports heroes'
naked glory, all thinking the same thing: Are they really
going to do this? They looked at each other in anticipation
of the outcome. They stared on, the air thick and steamy
from the slow breathing of the crowd, waiting for the
explosion that would make the world end.
Nomar's body was clenched with a tension he desperately
wanted to get rid of. "Ah Derek, Derek, Derek." Nomar
chanted. The song pulsated in off-beats and his words
became part of the thumping, deep bass line, bump-ba-bump.
Derek made his manipulations faster, slapping the little
mushroom with his tongue. Derek took Nomar's full balls in
his fingers and twisted them like spigots. For that, Derek
got a full spray of hot liquid and he drank most of it up.
What he could not, he let Nomar clean up by hand. Nomar
loved tasting Derek's fresh come, and he licked his fingers
dry one by one.
The crowd was too stunned to say anything. Derek fell
off Nomar and laid next to him on the bed. Just then they
both saw the audience. Derek and Nomar looked at each other
and smiled. To be with each other was exciting enough. But
to think of putting on a show in front of all these people--
-well, that was too good an idea to just stop right there.
The next song had begun. A lone synthesizer line
was building to a crescendo, but no one wanted to dance.
They looked back into the crowd. They saw someone. He
looked 20 or 21. He was tall, shy, maybe a college student
by the way he dressed---standard blue jeans and t-shirt. He
wore short, curly brown hair and slightly mournful eyes.
Nomar crooked his finger as an invitation. He could be
understood even over the noise. "You. Over here. Now." he
said.
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