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Middle Stump	By : CassieJade Category: Individual Celebrities > Cricket Views: 1135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Welcome to my VERY first cricket fic. My first to be posted on AFF.net. ive been posting anime on ff.net for ages but they have no cricket section. So I came here!
Michael Clarke is my all time favourite player. And ive just been waiting to be able to post this fanfic.
Be warned, this is going to be Clarke/Lee….. don’t read if you don’t like M/M!!
You’ve been warned!!

Chapter 1
“Watch it pup!” I heard a yell pulling my attention back to the game as a ball screamed past my ear. Practice had become pretty serious in the lead up to another one day to South Africa, having lost the last match by 7 balls. Unfortunately going out for a mere 8 didn’t help the team much at all, so I have to seriously shape up and keep my head out of the clouds for the next one.
Damien Martyn joined me at my side, to make sure his ball hadn’t clipped me.
“You all right mate? I got a bit excited there, sorry” On noticing that I was fine he rubbed my hair playfully, messing it up, before heading back for practice. Rubbing my hair back to its original state I watched as he left.
Damien Martyn, what can I say about him? I’ve idolized him since he first broke into the big leagues, a young superstar. He continued on his road of glory, with a few hiccups, but his most recent, being dropped from the test squad, has hurt him the most. At 34, he didn’t think he has all too many tests matched left in him, but he had hoped for a few more, and believes that the likely hood of getting another shot is slim to none. How do I know this? He’s been talking to me a lot recently, both of us being in similar positions, being dropped for the test squads, however he believes that at my age I’m bound to get back in. Though I know that I wouldn’t want to be accepted into the team knowing that Damien Martyn is not even reconsidered.
Damien is usually a very private person, know one ever knows exactly how he feels, about anything. So it’s nice that he would talk about such things, with me.
I know it may sound a bit strange to hear of an older male ‘opening up’ and talking about his ‘feelings’ (the other F word), but for me, this happens a lot. All the guys talk to me about stuff, that they wouldn’t necessarily tell anyone else. I don’t know why, I guess maybe they feel comfortable coming to the young one, I mean what am I going to do? I wouldn’t laugh at them, they’re older than me, I look up to all of them.
But it’s different when it’s Damien. I really like it when I’m talking to him, he’s the only one who treats me like one of them, and not a pre-schooler that they have to protect. It’s nice to be counted on.
I only wish that I could talk to him, like he does me, I wish I could tell him how I felt, only my feelings are towards him.
I was removed from training early, having been hit just below the eye, with a thankfully slow ball off the bat of Andrew Symons, probably getting me back for kicking him out on Friday. A little harsh, but I’ll forgive him.
Lifting my head from the bench of the changing room I had been lying on, I see Damien enter. The doctor who had checked me out, having just left. He sat on the bench at my feet.
“How are ya feeling now? You got a little hazy there for a moment, looked like you were going to pass out” He asked taking my right hand to lift the ice off my eye. I smiled, at the touch, but how was he to know.
“That’s a nice shiner. I think he owes you a drink this time” We laugh together, but I squint as the lump pains me. He stops laughing, and his face becomes serious.
“Seriously though mate, you’ve been a little distracted, today…and yesterday, what’s on your mind?” I smile awkwardly. Truth is, I only just discovered that I felt…anything for Damien, that is more than friendship, Yesterday. Thus, the distraction.
“Nothing’s on my mind…” I say slowly.
“It had to be something, you don’t just ‘not see’ a ball hurtling toward your face”
“So maybe I was thinking, but it was nothing important”
“Right, so you got hit in the head, because you were thinking about what you had for breakfast. Just tell me what’s going on” He said pulling me up by my shirt to a sitting position. I looked thoughtful, I couldn’t just tell him. It would freak him out. What would it do to our friendship? Oh my god! I sound so gay!
That’s it! I’ve got to tell him….something…..
“Well…..” I pause intentionally, looking at me knees. I need reassurance, which came.
“I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t laugh!” Now he’s sounding gay. I glance up to see his eyes, his eyes, one of his best features, so perfect, so blue. I look away quickly, a feeling similar to guilt sweeping through me. My mouth opens, awaiting the words that follow.
“….I’m …” I look back at him again. The next part comes out quieter. “gay”
He doesn’t look shocked, he doesn’t look disgusted. His expression is unreadable. My stomach turns, at the thought of his opinion of me. After a long pause.
“Are you sure?” He asks. I raise an eyebrow, And give him a lopsided smile.
“Well, yeah. I have been having dreams for a while.” He squints, maybe a little too much information. “But, I have always had a few of the mannerisms” He shrugged.
“I guess I just figured you were a pretty boy” He says. “But I guess not” I shook my head.
“No, I still am, and always have been. Just now, I’m a gay pretty boy” He attempted a smile.
“Do your parents know?” He asked.
“Well, I haven’t officially told them yet, but I think that my mother has had her suspicions for a while. I’m certainly not looking forward to telling my dad” I smile awkwardly. “You’re the first person that I’ve told. Honestly, I’ve only known for a couple of days”
“Wow, rough!” He exclaimed, turning his whole body toward me now. “So when are you going to tell the rest of the team?” He asked nudging his head toward the ground where everyone was still training. I shudder at the thought.
“I’ve kinda been dreading it, I don’t want any of them to like …. Hate me” I admit nervously. Damien shakes his head in response.
“Hate you! Mate! No way!” He put his hand n my shoulder. “Just ask Binger” I raise a questioning eyebrow.
“Why?”
“He recently came out of the closet. And the guys that have know about it are fine!” He laughed.
“How do you know, did he tell you?” I ask. Why didn’t I know?
“Well….” He looked thoughtful, as if debating with himself. “We kinda messed around a bit” My eyes grew wide, they felt as though they wanted to jump down my throat in confusion. I say the first thing that comes to mind, but it was more a question than a statement.
“Your gay?!?!” I almost yell.
“Bi…….” I waited for more, but know explanation came.
“So, are you and Brett….” I didn’t finish my sentence, expecting an interruption.
“No, he really likes someone else, besides, I have a girlfriend” He shrugged.
“Brett likes…. Anyone I know?” He smiled, ear to ear. His eye’s fixed on mine.
“Someone in the team?” He nods. His smile appears to widen, if that’s possible. “Who?” His smile changed to a half sided grin, before his reply.
“You!”

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