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Never After Four

Title: Never After Four
Author: Mae
Fandom: MLB - Giants
Rating: NC-17, graphic sex
Archive: http://swingswing.50webs.com/slash/neverAfterFour.html
Characters: Barry Zito, Noah Lowry.
Disclaimer: It's all lies!
Summary: What time does night end?
Author's Notes: Written from Zito's POV. Zito and Haren were teammates in Oakland, Lowry and Haren were teammates and roommates at Pepperdine.


Never After Four


Pouring more syrup on the best french toast you've ever had - you've never had french toast while high - you pause to wonder why Noah even bothered to make it when there's boxes of cereal and a half-full carton of milk that's just a little bit expired; you fill your mouth, and your stomach, and the thought is squeezed out of your brain. You finish eating before Noah does and you lean back in your chair, watching him suck the syrup from his finger, fascinated by the way the saliva glistens in the light when he pulls his finger out of his mouth.

He's too busy eating to notice you watching him, and you mentally mark the places on his neck and collarbone and shoulders and chest that you want to taste, making up routes and directions in your head. He's barely swallowed the last bite and you're upon him, going from point A to point B as he sucks in a sharp breath, coming hazardously close to choking on his food.

"Still hungry, Barry?" he mumbles, and you stop abruptly, your name sounding strange and out of place on his tongue. He lowers his head to look in your eyes, and suddenly it hits you that Noah's the best friend you have on your team by way of Danny Haren. He says "Barry" in Danny's voice--not in pitch or cadence, but in a way that shows he learned your name from him. What else did Danny share with him about you, you wonder, because he's been a little bit too familiar with you in bed than seems natural, and he never says anything when you leave as fast as you can.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

You giggle, and Noah, who doesn't know what you're giggling about, decides to giggle too, and you think his mouth is pretty perfect, and nothing at all like a horse's. You kiss him for a lot longer than you should, and breathless and a little crazy, you notice that you've moved from kitchen table to bed, and you're taking an eternity to tug his pants off. A cold draft tells you he's done his part a lot more efficiently, and he slides his left hand down his stomach, lazily playing with himself while you stop and kiss his knee. Not the sexiest place you could stop, but he sighs softly when you do it, and it's a worthwhile detour.

Noah sits up when you're done, finally, and he gets on his hands and knees, moving in slow motion. You can see his muscles tensing and sliding under his skin, and he lowers his hips a little, bringing his ass closer to your face. He'd kill you if you ever told him, but his ass is shaped like a woman's, round, but in a soft way, not like the rock hard crack-an-egg-on-it asses you see on gym rats. It's firm too, though, this perfect in-between that drives you nuts, and you're half-dying to tell him, biting your tongue because you know he'd hate to hear it.

"You just going to look at it, or are you going to fuck it?" Noah's turned his head to look at you, his body a black and white silhouette in the dim light; he's the comic book version of Noah Lowry, all curved lines and coiled strength, and you, mere mortal, find him impossible to resist.

"Just... a second," you murmur, reaching over him to get the lube from the bedside table. Your fingers brush against the condoms, but they don't make it out of the drawer; there's a thought in your head that this is stupid, dangerous, wrong, but it doesn't stop you from what you're doing. You squeeze way too much lube into your hand and grasp your cock, sliding your hand slowly from base to tip as you draw your tongue over the nape of his neck, then blow cool air over it, making him shiver.

"Now," he growls, and you obey, muffling your groans in his arching back even though he's more than loud enough for the both of you. Hand still slick with lube, you snake up his thigh and grab his cock, trying to keep your shoulder still as you jerk him off. He doesn't cooperate - when does he ever? - and you flip him onto his back, keeping your cock inside him the whole time; you're just a little impressed with yourself for succeeding, and you hook his ankles over your shoulders, thrusting deep inside him as you dip your head down for a kiss.

He tastes like syrup, sticky sweet, and you move back on your knees, fucking him slowly as he closes his eyes, mouth falling open, shallow breaths making his chest rise and fall. You haven't fucked anyone bareback in a long, long time, and the feeling is so much more intense that you don't last very long. It feels so good that you don't think about the last time you did this, even though you remember, and it's a small mercy that won't register until later, when dawn breaks. You stay inside him when you come, and you think you shout his name in a voice that Danny taught you. Noah wraps his arms around you, kissing the stubble that's almost a beard by this point, as you lay on top of him, unwilling to move.

"You all right?" you ask, and you don't quite know what you mean. You feel his cock pressing hard into your belly and you pull out with a shiver, quickly sliding down his body to finish him off. The bitter taste of lube floods your mouth, and you grab a tissue to spit into.

"Why aren't you...?" Noah's looking down at you with a puzzled expression, but he quickly realises what the problem is. "It's okay, come back" he says as he starts stroking himself roughly, urgency taking control. You suck hard at the base of his throat, whispering secrets into his skin, and you pinch his nipple when he's about to come, feeling his body tense and shudder; he melts back into your arms, soft and pliable, every hard, black line blurred to gray.

It feels like you're in a dream, Noah fitting against you, not completely real. His curves fit into your hollows, jigsaw pieces in three dimensions, and there's just enough space to kiss, lighter and more infrequently as time passes, both of you fading into sleep. "Can I stay?" he whispers, or maybe you're dreaming that he is, and you think it's too proper a question for what you've just done. "Of course, " comes your answer, and the last thing you feel is him smiling against your lips.

*****

You wake up, sense there's an empty space beside you, and sense that there being an empty space isn't quite right. The noise by the dresser is Noah's keys jangling as he puts his pants on, and you reach for the bedside table lamp, turning it on. Noah smiles at you, pulls his shirt on, and tells you he's going home. You might want to say something, but the words will never make it out of your dead throat and dry mouth. He presses a quick kiss to your lips, then he's gone, ghost-like into the night. You check the clock and it's a quarter past four, too late to be night, and too early to be morning. Dwelling on four, the number becomes confusing, bringing up questions you never had before.

Everything between you always ended by two, and you wonder if four means he stayed the night; you wonder if you wanted him to.


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He says "Barry" in Haren's voice--not in pitch or cadence, but in a way that shows he learned your name from him.

I can totally hear that, especially because I never think of him as "Barry", so it really fits.

Not the sexiest place you could stop, but he sighs softly when you do it, and it's a worthwhile detour.

I already told you this, but man, I am a sucker for stuff like that.

He'd kill you if you ever told him, but his ass is shaped like a woman's

It really, really IS!

his body a black and white silhouette in the dim light; he's the comic book version of Noah Lowry, all curved lines and coiled strength

The images in this are really crisp. I can totally see comic!Lowry, the heavy shading on his face.

It feels so good that you don't think about the last time you did this, even though you remember, and it's a small mercy that won't register until later, when dawn breaks.

:'(

and you think you shout his name in a voice that Danny taught you.

I like how it's reciprocal, it's like it's practically a threesome, only with a ghost, because they don't really know each other without Danny.

Everything between you always ended by two, and you wonder if four means he stayed the night; you wonder if you wanted him to.

Maaan. So confusing and sad and sweet. Noah would be good for him (plus that would be sopretty).

I never think of him as Barry either, and I think on the Giants, Barry would automatically mean Bonds. But then I thought Haren probably introduced them at some point and he calls him Barry, so that would have stuck and... hmm, I think about these things too much. *embarrassed*

I can't remember if Alex said that Haren and Lowry used to be together, but Haren and Zito were, so I think Zito feels a little weirded out, or at least aware of Haren at inappropriate times. :P

Noah is pitching today! There will be girlie ass on my TV. :D

:( ahhh confusion! I loves

Confused and ambivalent. Too much fun, haha. Thanks. :)

*sighs happily* I love that he stayed and that Noah asked and that Dan brought them together and that it's just so raw and it's such a raw thing but somehow, with them, it seems so beautiful, even though it's such a...just..raw, unemotional thing. Eating pancakes is the epitome of innocense, a remnant of a childhood memory, and they way you turned made the smut surrounding it seem beautiful and poignant and not at all..naughty sex, it makes me happy.

And YAY!2nd person! :D

The more I read the last line, the more I like it, but I'm still not 100% sold on it.

For some reason, Zito just comes out in the 2nd person.

Hopefully, kid!Zito didn't run around eating food while in the throes of the munchies, hehe! The smut was supposed to be mostly just physical, but it didn't turn out that way, uhh, which I suppose is how Zito sees the whole thing. :P

At first it was just: You wonder if four means he stayed the night; you wonder if you wanted him to.
But then I tried to join it to the rest of the fic. I will think about it some more.

It feels so good that you don't think about the last time you did this, even though you remember, and it's a small mercy that won't register until later, when dawn breaks.

Ahh, that made my heart twist a little. :(

Okay, sadly? I really intended to ramble on and offer real fb, but the best I can do is "I love this as usual omg why are you so awesome, Mae?!?!!" :/

Aww dude, you really didn't have to say anything at all. :) *cuddles* Thanks so much. :)

Well this was just fantastic, very nicely done.

he melts back into your arms, soft and pliable, every hard, black line blurred to gray.

Lovelovelove that line.

Thank you so much, Nat! :D And I'm glad you liked that, was thinking of that fuzzy afterglow.

Oh, I love the ambiguity of the ending there-- that's really awesome. And the second person works very very well.

Thanks! :D I got tripped up with the pronouns only once, resulting in Noah doing something very acrobatic, but Lira noticed it and I fixed. *grin*

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Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it! :)

I liked how you combined sensuality of Barry tasting the syrup on him, (and the way he watched Noah lick his finger from the syrup)with his plotting where on Noah's body he'd like to touch and kiss.Ending up at one point kissing his knee,thinking that wasn't the best spot but Noah loved it.
I really liked the hotness of their encounter,and it was kind of sad that afterwards Noah goes off "ghost like" into the night. And poor Barry can't tell him not to go! It sounds like he still has feellings for Dan.
It sounded at the end like he might want more,and Noah seems to want that also.
You portrayed Barry's ambiguity very well.I hope he makes up his mind.:)

Food porn! *ahem* He was in the mood to notice things like that at the time. :P

He's ambivalent for specific reasons that he doesn't want to admit (which is why they aren't in there), but I like your interpretation. Thanks so much for your feedback. :D

I still adore your writing just as much as I ever did. Fantastic stuff, I loved it.

*blush* Thank you so much, James, I really appreciate it. :D

This was really good. All your stuff is really good ;D I really liked the Zito 2nd person, not quite sure why, but it really fit. Some of those lines are just picture perfect. I won't quote, just because everyone already stole my thunder, but... Yeah. Very much the Barry and Noah that live in my head, LOL. Three thumbs up! xD

Aww, thank you!!! :)

Yeah, I almost never write 2nd person, but I think it seems to suit Zito, for some reason, so I'm glad you thought so too. :) Dare I ask about that third thumb? Thank you again for your fb, it makes me all glowy! Hehe. :)

I really like the last line of this. It just sums them (and this story) up so well.

Thank you! It's where the idea of the fic started from. :)

It feels like you're in a dream, Noah fitting against you, not completely real. His curves fit into your hollows, jigsaw pieces in three dimensions, and there's just enough space to kiss, lighter and more infrequently as time passes, both of you fading into sleep.

Ugh, my favourite part. Great piece of writing. These two boys are both hot as fire.

I loved the ending, so bitter sweet. *sigh*

I really like the idea of people fitting together. :)

Thanks so much for your fb!!! :D

Oh, goodness gracious. Jeez. What else can I possibly say? Well, I love this line: You giggle, and Noah, who doesn't know what you're giggling about, decides to giggle too, and you think his mouth is pretty perfect, and nothing at all like a horse's. I thought it was pretty funny and cute. Good job!

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it. :) Everything is funny when in an altered state, eh?

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