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synopsis: brief time apart while caring for his dog gives you the opportunity to think about Leon. His return gives you the opportunity to think harder about him.
word count: 2.5k
warnings: alternate universe - professional sports, 20ish year age gap, selfship coded, talk of vasectomy (Leon had one)
He thrived on quality time, so much so that you already had a bag in his house with spare clothes for overnights. He was very difficult to say no to when he was already wrapped around you, making you feel very warm and fuzzy as he buried his face in your neck. Those blue eyes were very dangerous when he was looking at you with a little pout, and you liked the way he smiled at you when you emerged in the morning wearing one of his shirts with Travis trotting behind you. You had unintentionally stolen his dog in addition to apparently stealing his heart with the efficiency that he stole bases in games, but you didn’t think he was complaining about it in the slightest.
This week would be different, because you would be watching Travis while Leon was out of town for three days in Chicago. The neighbor kid that usually kept an eye on him was visiting his grandparents, so Leon asked if you’d stay at his house and look after his dog while he was away.
“You can sleep in my bed while you’re here,” he’d told you, rubbing your back as you laid on him on the couch. You usually didn’t sleep in his bed, instead sleeping in the guest bedroom for the sake of your nerves when you’d spent the night and making up for the distance by letting him be clingy the next morning until you had to get going about your days. You’d told him that you would, since it apparently meant a lot to him, but now you felt out of place sitting in his bedroom without him. Your work for the day was done, having just posted your edit announcing the team’s well earned win, so all you really needed to do was get ready for bed and wait up for the call you knew would be coming as soon as he had a free moment where he could call.
You have to steel your nerves after you’re in your pajamas, face freshly washed and your preferred pillow that you swiped from the guest bedroom tucked into your arms. Travis trots behind you, taking his stairs up to Leon’s large bed and making himself comfortable in what you knew was his spot on the left side of the bed, leaving you the choice of laying in Leon’s usual spot towards the middle or making your own spot on the right side of the bed. Did it matter? Probably not, since Leon would be back in a couple days and you’d most likely be on his right side while Travis kept the left. But in this moment it matters significantly, and you make your decision with the understanding and acceptance that you weren’t staking a permanent claim in his bed. It was two nights, maybe three if their flight was later than usual, and you needed to stop being so dramatic about it.
When Leon calls it’s just as you’d made yourself comfortable in the center of the bed, the pillow you’d taken from the guest bedroom properly angled for you to lay on and Travis scooting himself over to be closer to you. The conversation is light, some words of congratulations for his victory and him recapping the day and giving you the itinerary for tomorrow before you gave him your itinerary for tomorrow and an update on his dog’s behavior with you.
“He has a little attitude if I don’t nearly dislocate my shoulder to throw the ball for him,” you comment with a laugh, idly scratching the dog behind his ears as Leon lets out his own tired chuckle. “You better warm up for when you get home, he’s definitely missed your throws.”
“I’m going to invest in a portable ball launcher for him so we can take him to the field and he can entertain himself.”
“And what would we be doing?”
“Entertaining each other,” he says it so easily, and you’re proud that this is the first time you accept it easily. “You finding everything okay in the house?”
“You ask that like I haven’t spent more time here than at my own place the last couple weeks. I noticed that a couple coffee mugs were placed on a lower shelf before I got here.”
“Trying to be considerate.”
“It’s appreciated,” you say around a yawn, quickly covering your mouth. “Your bed is very comfortable.”
“I think I know what would make it more comfortable.”
“You?”
“If you’ll have me.”
“It’s your bed.”
“Yeah but your comfort is more important. I’d sleep outside if you wanted me to.”
“You definitely don’t need to do all that,” you assure, idly twirling a strand of Travis’ fur. “But also when did you start sticking your tongue out when you pitch?”
“I’ve never done that.”
“I have pictures to send you then, because you definitely were today.”
The next two nights went as easily as the first, Leon’s bed was very comfortable and you stayed on the phone with him until you started to doze off. The third night you found yourself struggling to sleep, because you knew the team was flying home tonight and you were eager to see your boyfriend. Why you missed him so much this time you weren’t sure, but you were giddy when you got the text that they were boarding the plane and he should be home in a few hours. You’d responded with a picture of you and Travis, the borzoi laid on his back against your chest, but the pitcher zeroed in on the shirt you were wearing.
Shopped in my closet?
Stole this from you last week. You respond, relaxing more into the pillow. He doesn’t respond, you assume it was due to standard takeoff protocols, and instead go back to looking at the comments on the last post on the team’s Instagram to see what the fans were fighting about now.
“Oh Travis, they’re idiots,” you mumble, gently scratching the dog as you scroll through a back and forth about Leon’s value as the team’s captain because they lost one game. As if they knew anything about the work he’d put into his career and the “value” he brought to the team — as if the mentorship he’d given to most of the younger players meant nothing. “He’s definitely my boyfriend if I’m this defensive on reflex.”
The dog snorts, as if to agree with you, and you smile before locking your phone and setting it down to charge. Leon would be home soon enough, and you wanted to be well rested to enjoy the morning with him before you both had to get ready for the next game of their series against the Cubs. It was currently tilted in favor of the enemy, and you needed Leon to clean things up tomorrow and the following day.
You wake up to the bed shifting behind you, a gentle hand pushing your hair from your face with accompanying body heat at your back. You try to turn, only to be hushed by a familiar voice and kiss to your temple.
“Didn’t mean to wake you, honey, just wanted to say hi before bed.” That was Leon, and you reach back to get a hold of his shirt to keep him close.
“Hi Leon,” you whisper, a sleepy smile on your face as your eyes try to find him in the dark room. “Come to bed.”
“You sure?”
You nod, giving his shirt a gentle tug to reaffirm your request. He must’ve already gotten ready for bed, because he doesn’t hesitate to get under the duvet behind you and pull you back against his chest. It feels good to be surrounded by his scent again, aftershave and a minty body wash enveloping you in addition to his warmth. You were wrong, though, your spot in this bed would be the middle between Leon and his furry son Travis, and at this point there wasn’t anywhere else you’d rather be.
When you wake up in the morning Leon is still there, his own soft snores filling the room in tandem with the snores of the borzoi on your other side. The sun is starting to peek through the crack in the curtains, sending a sliver of light across your bodies and letting you know that an alarm was likely to be going off soon as today was yet another game day. You’d need your phone to confirm your schedule for the day, but you’re stopped from moving by his hand squeezing your breast and the realization that his hand had moved from where it had rested on your hip. You weren’t assuming anything less than well intentioned, and if you had to be honest you’d say that you liked how his hand felt on your chest and you wished it could’ve been under your shirt. You’d been trying so hard to pace your relationship but not out of a need for your own comfort, instead out of a need to protect your image from people you didn’t much care about. What did it matter if you slept in his bed, or if you guys were already having sex — “already” being a silly word to use because it simply didn’t matter when you were having sex as long as you both wanted it.
His hands were large, warm and slightly calloused, and you did want to feel them travel every inch of your body. You trusted that he’d be so gentle with you until you didn’t want him to be. It was probably time to be as forward with him as he’d been with you. Everything about him was so much bigger than you were, you’d felt his erection through his pants a couple times as you’d sat on his lap and you would be lying if you hadn’t thought about how it would feel inside you.
Maybe if they won tonight you’d offer to celebrate. He’d probably like that.
The alarm on your phone starts to go off, causing the man behind you to stir and you take that opportunity to try and sit up only to be pulled back into his chest.
“Five more minutes, baby? Maybe ten?”
“I was going to make us some breakfast,” you murmur, managing to turn in his arms so you could face him properly. “Plus I don’t know exactly when I’m supposed to be at the park.”
“Ten minutes won’t make us late, and I’ll make breakfast,” he states, his eyes barely open as you sigh but let yourself cuddle into his chest.
“You’re lucky I missed you,” you mumble, draping one of your legs over his hip in an effort to get closer. His hands help you get closer, arms wrapping tight around your body to get you as close as possible to him. One of the hands on your back slips under your shirt, fingers splayed wide against the expanse of your skin and accentuating once more how big he was compared to you. “Can I ask you a potentially silly question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Were you really going to sleep across the hall last night?”
“I didn’t want to potentially freak you out since we’ve been sleeping separately.” You pull back to look at him properly, your heart melting at his sleepy smile before he’s leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “I gotta keep you comfortable first.”
“You’re very good to me, Leon.”
“Tryin’ to be,” he whispers back, his lips catching yours in a kiss. His lips are dry and you sure yours weren’t much better, but his fingertips press into your back as your hand cups his cheek, pulling each other in closer as he kisses you senseless. You’re sure he could ask you for anything after kissing you like this and you’d say yes without hesitation. But all good things came to an end, and your end came with your phone alarm going off once more.
“Been wantin’ to kiss you like that since I left,” he says, smiling as you kiss him again as his hand searches for your phone on the nightstand. It’s handed over to you as you sit up, quickly unlocking it and going to your calendar to make sure you were right about when you needed to be at work. Your free hand rests on his chest, covered by his own hand that keeps it there as his heart beats beneath. “When do you have to get there?”
“Nine-thirty, and it’s seven thirty now,” you murmur, taking a quick picture of him before locking your phone and setting it to the side. “Can I ask you another potentially silly question?”
“Of course.”
“Do you want to have sex tonight?”
Something in his face changes at your question. He’s still smiling, but there was a subtle shift in his expression that you probably only caught because you were looking at him so intently. Concerning nonetheless, and you feel yourself getting nervous again as he hesitates to respond.
“We totally don’t have to, I was just thinking that—“
“I want to, honey, don’t doubt that,” he cuts you off, guiding you to sit a bit lower so he could sit up properly. You settle easily in his lap, your legs around his waist as his hands cup your cheeks with thumbs carefully dragging against your skin as he steals a kiss. “I’ve just been putting off telling you something, and now I know I need to.”
“Do you have a lifetime disease?“
“No, no diseases or ailments.” This time you kiss him, letting your fingers get buried in his hair as you do. “I had a vasectomy.”
That was it?
“So?”
“So I said I was serious about you forever, but if you want kids I can’t really give you them. I froze some sperm but it’s not a guarantee that it would work.”
“If we get to a point where we decide we want kids, we can cross that bridge. Right now I think that’s the best news you could’ve told me.”
“You sure? You’re still so young and—“
“And right now I don’t want them. If that changes we’ll talk about it and figure it all out.” There’s a finality to your tone, one that has your boyfriend nodding his understanding with a soft smile. You can tell that he’s not comfortable, potentially fearing a truly negative reaction from you down the line, but you were grateful that he told you at all. Plenty of stories floating around online about trying for a baby only to learn their partner had a vasectomy, and you were glad that you wouldn’t be contributing to that and that Leon was always putting you first. “Thank you for telling me that you don’t need a condom.”
“Thank you in advance for letting me…hit raw?” You groan, shaking your head as he chuckles at your expense. The downside was that he wasn’t using it incorrectly, but you never wanted to hear him say it like that again. “Okay yeah, that was bad. But the sentiment is there.”
“On that note I’m going to take a shower while you make breakfast.”
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