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Middle Stump	By : CassieJade Category: Individual Celebrities > Cricket Views: 1135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“…hi, Brett…” I breath.
“I’m not interrupting anything am I? You sound breathless” He joked, though he sounded partially serious. My mind whirls with the possible circumstances. I feel my cheeks heat at the thought.
“No, no, I was just in the shower” I hear him laugh on the end of the line.
“Sorry to interrupt your shower.” He’s still laughing. “It could have been worse I guess”
“Yeah… I guess” I reply, lifting my towel slightly, as it was beginning to slip. “Isn’t it a bit late to be calling?” I think I must be the only on in the team that actually try’s to get a decent amount of sleep. I don’t much like them talking about how I need ‘beauty sleep’.
“Late? It’s not late….” He paused. “Oh wait I forgot…. You don’t want any bags under your eyes tomorrow” He teased.
“Well, no I don’t! And neither do you. But at this rate, we’re both going to have them!” I say, in an attempt to sound serious. He laughed at me. “Is there a reason you called?” I ask, lifting my towel again this time, not letting go so it can make a daring escape. He pauses, and it’s a long awkward pause.
“…I was actually wondering if you were up for a drink. Until, of course, you reminded me of the time, and inability to have late nights.” I herd him laugh lightly.
“You do know we have training tomorrow morning.” I reminded, though I knew that he needed no reminder.
“Yeah, I know, I couldn’t sleep” He pleaded. I roll my eyes.
“You haven’t even tried to sleep have you!” I accuse ruthlessly.
“Well no, it’s just too early for me.” He says innocently. Laughing I lose my concentration momentarily and catch my towel again just before it falls. Even though I know I’m alone in the room, I still don’t feel comfortable being naked. And it’s not because of any ‘size’ issues! For I have none!
“I guess we don’t start training till 10:30, so you can come round here for a little while. Not for to long though.” I almost felt him smile. “Just give me a bit so I can put some cloths on”
“So I did interrupt something!” He joked laughing again.
“Shut up!” He laughs even louder. “Cya soon”
“Yeah, cya” I hang up.
Finally, I can put some pants on. It shouldn’t take him long to get to my room, cause his is just above mine. We’re staying in a hotel considering we’re playing out of state from were either of up live.
Franticly I run around throwing on some jeans and a blue and white pin striped shirt, and cleaning whatever I can in my haste. I make it to a mirror where I check up on my hair and tweak it to spike. I can see that my cheeks are flush from all the rush, at least, I think that why. I can feel my stomach turn with nerves. My mind contemplates that thought that Brett Lee, may make some kind of move. Also worries that if the circumstance occurs that I wouldn’t turn him down. Maybe I do want him?
I hear a knock, just as I flatten the back of my hair. I straiten my collar and press down the creases in my pants with my hands on the way to the door. I open in to Brett’s wide smile, teeth shining with the reflection of radiance. I smile back at him and move aside for him to enter.
I expect to see him carry in a slab of beer, but there is none. I also expected a T-shirt and tracksuit pants not dress similar to mine.
I offer him a seat at the couch which he takes.
“Did you want a drink? Coffee?” I want to offer him a Gatorade, but resist the temptation, I’ve had enough teasing for the night.
“Just water thanks. Don’t want to be kept up all night” He laughs lightly. He obviously hasn’t had enough of the teasing though. I pour some refrigerated water in to a glass, which he takes a small sip of and places on the coffee table. He took a deep breath.
“So, I get the feeling that we have something in common” He says suspiciously without classification. He knew he didn’t need any. I sit on the couch opposite him.
“Why? What did Damien tell you?” I ask skeptically. He waves his hands in defense.
“Nothing incriminating. I put two and two together.” He crossed his legs toward me and smiled.
“You haven’t said anything to anyone else have you?” I ask.
“Of course not! Why? Who else knows?” He edges closer to me.
“Besides you two….. Just Kat.” I explain quietly.
“Ok, I get it! Big ‘secret’!” I give him my answer in the form of smile. He mimicked my smile, only his much wider. A moment passed us by. It felt like he had been staring at me for a minute, I look at my knees to break the embarrassing contact, blushing. He laughs, I look back up to see that he’s now sitting next to me.
I feel like I should move away, but I can’t. I consider that my body wants something that my brain is trying to deny it. The soft smell of his after shave fill my senses. I can feel it, I knew this would happen. I can’t stop myself, I don’t want to stop myself. His warm breath lightly caresses my mouth as he leans forward. Our eye’s make contact one more time before his lips meet mine. Soft, warm lips that move in hasty unison with mine. The kiss takes on a wilder nature, when his tongue enters. His upper body weight pushing mine hard against the back of the couch. His left hand finding it’s way to my thigh, while his other is resting on my cheek, he uses this hand to guide me to a more vulnerable position, lying down. The hand on my thigh, slides its way up to my waist before sinking under my shirt, and at the first touch of his finger tips on fresh, I gasp, and our lips part, he leans his forehead on mine and opens his eyes to meet my wide ones.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve waited for this for so long” He breaths. “I got a little excited” He says, rubbing my cheek with his thumb tenderly. I can’t reply. I let the logical part of my mind take over this time, while everything else is momentarily paralyzed. I sit up lowly pushing Brett lightly to a sitting position.
When sitting, I take in a deep breath and rub my thumb and forefinger on my temple, contemplating. He sits in silence and throws his head back against the head of the couch and looks at the roof.
After almost a minute of silence, I feel him move, and look sideways at him.
“I’ve obviously made something difficult for you. I should go” He stands before I can respond. I follow him to the door. He stops before he leaves and turns back to me.
“I’ll see you in the morning for training I guess.” He says. I nod. He looks as though he wants to say or do something, but appears to resist. He turns on his heal and leaves quickly.
My stomach turns at the thought that maybe I’ve hurt him, or will. At least that did prove one thing beyond a doubt. That I’m definitely gay.
And that it’s time for another shower. This time cold.

The nights sleep and a shower did nothing to ease the burden from my mind. And like the last couple of day, my concentration has been teetering on an edge. And trust me, that’s not the best time to be in the nets facing a ball coming out of the hands of Brett Lee, the one tormenting my mind. Ricki thought it would be a good idea to get in some more practice against a fast bowler before the next game. And good old Brett offered to give me a few rounds. I hope I didn’t make him angry last night? Or this could be painful.
I waist a bit of time before he comes in to bowl, I fiddle with my gloves, unstrapping them, and strapping them back up tighter. As he waits he flicks the ball between his hands patiently, watching me. I can feel it without having to look up to see. I tip my helmet to clear my vision, and tap my bat ready. He smiles, and strides forward, arm ready, eye’s never leaving mine, even when he releases the ball, his head down only momentarily.
The ball is slower, straight as a nail. My feet are quick to react, however my bat isn’t quite as fast. The ball, slides between the gap between my front leg and my bat. A loud thud echoes from behind me. Middle stump, gone. How did that happen? I didn’t even tip it.
Brett picks the ball up on his way up the pitch, he smiling at me. A cocky smile. He got me, it was a good ball.
“Bowl Bing!” A passing comment is heard from the next net from Katich. “Concentrate Mick, or you’ll lose your head next time! You’d betta hope he doesn’t give ya a bouncer” He turns back the face another ball from Roy.
“I won’t. I don’t want any damage to that face of yours.” Brett says rubbing the ball with his thumb. I raise a gloved hand to my eye.
“Any more damage” I correct. He laughs lightly. I feel an odd urgency in my gut watching him smile. I want so much, but I don’t know if I would be feeling like this if he hadn’t become an option. And now that he is, well let’s just say that I wish we could continue from were we were last night. His smile suddenly dissipates and he becomes serious. I take my helmet off and rub my hair, this feels like it’s going to be a long conversation.
“So what are you up too after this? I was thinking maybe we should get together for a chat” I nod in agreement, he’s right. I need to give him some form of explanation for my complete change from hot to cold. He deserves that.
We’re joined by a enthusiastic Damien Martyn, and suddenly, I feel awkward. I feel like I’m lying to both of them. Like I’ve got this huge dyer secret.
“Aren’t you boys supposed to be playing a little game I like to call cricket?” He jokes, playfully punching me on the shoulder. Brett keeps the smile on his face when he replies.
“We are, we’re discussing game strategies” He lies. It wasn’t necessary, as Damien just winks.
“Of course.” He pause briefly, and his smile becomes mischievous. “So you too were up late last night! Hope you got some sleep!” He didn’t let us give him any form of a reply before he jogged off in the skipper’s direction. There is a long silence between both of us as we are left alone. I run my fingers through my hair a few times before he takes a short step closer to me.
“I guess I’ll see you later then, come by my room when your ready” He says smiling softly and winks as he leaves.
I can’t help myself, my cheeks heat, and I smile.
Ever since training ended this afternoon, I’ve been second-guessing myself. When I was a teenager I used to have a poster of Damien on my wall, he was my hero. My mum thought my obsession was a little over powering. I often wouldn’t leave the house just so I could see Damien play, nothing else mattered. That adoration grew, In to something I believed to be more than that. I didn’t think that anything could possibly rival what I felt for him. When suddenly Brett Lee becomes an alternative and my whole world turns upside down. Now I don’t even know which way is up.
I feel my stomach twist at the thought of hurting Brett, could I really be with him knowing that at the back of my mind I will always be thinking of someone else, a friend of ours. Who ever said a conscience was a good thing, lied.
I can’t bring myself to knock. I may have only been standing here for a minute staring at the door of Brett Lee, but it feels like forever. My decision is last minute, but at least I finally did decide, whether to listen to my conscience or obey my body.
I knock. There is barely a second before the door is open, my hand still raised from knocking, I am staring in to his beaming eyes. He moves aside for me to enter. I do as asked, and stop as he closes the door behind me. I notice the color of his shirt instantly, red, blood red, contrasting dramatically with my blue one. His jeans however, are far more casual.
“I almost didn’t think you were going to come” He states, it almost sounds like a question. I answer.
“I was always going to come” He smiles. He puts his right hand to the small of my back and leads me to the couch. The touch sends a shiver down my spine. I take a seat, he offers me a drink. But all I want is a water. He leaves the room briefly. While he’s gone I take note of how incredibly neat the room was. I knew that Brett was anything but a messy person, the total opposite of Damien Martyn, but this is so neat that it almost looks like no-one is staying here.
Nerves enter my body suddenly. Breathing in, I calm myself. Breathing out, I smile. I un-crease my pants with my hands to calm myself. It’s always been a bit of a habit when I’m nervous.
Brett returns with a glass of water. He sits next to me, only this time not too close. He turns sideways, crossing his knees toward me. I just turn my head, not my body toward him.
“So… About last night…” He asks, breaking the silence covering the room. So like Brett, straight to the point. “Why so hot and cold? Was it cause it was your first time with a guy?”
I nod half heartedly. “Sort of”
“So what was the other reason?” he asks, my breathe catches, I knew this moment was going to come but I still felt unprepared. The words just poured out of my mouth, as I had rehearsed them, before my brain could even register.
“There’s a reason behind me finding out that I was gay. It’s that for a while now I’ve really liked someone, but they’re unavailable. And then you came along, so now I don’t know if I feel what I think I feel for you or if it’s just because you are available, because someone else is always going to be in the back of my mind.” I pause to take a well-eared breath. “So I don’t want to lead you on, and that’s what I felt like I was doing”
Silence.

Training was awkward. I haven’t seen Brett for a while. I didn’t hang around long after our conversation last night, I felt awful, and he looked like he wanted to be alone. Since then I’ve only seen him at the very start of training.
I haven’t seen Kat in a while either, I want to talk to him about last night, he’s really the only one I can afford to talk about it with. As if on cue I see Kat come around the corner to meet me on the field. Before I can say anything, he speaks.
“The funniest thing just happened.” He looks thoughtful, and continues. “I was just chatting with Brett and I got the feeling, that he thinks, that you like …… me” Despite my previously morbid feelings all I can do is laugh.
“And what’s wrong with me? How is it so funny?” I force myself to stop laughing when I realize that he’s serious. “Is it because it looks like I don’t shave? Because I do! Morning and night! It just grows back so fast.” He says franticly rubbing his cheeks as if trying to shave with his palms. I shake my head nervously.
“No, that’s not it at all!” I emphasize with my hands.
“So why? Why wouldn’t you like me?” He asks.
“Why does it matter? Your straight. We’re friends, talking about this is really….weird.”
“I guess it doesn’t. Why was it so funny though?” I smile.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t funny. Your just not my type”
“How is hot, ‘not your type’?” I laugh again.
“Like I said a second ago mate….weird!” This time he smiles.
“Oh yeah, right, right.” He pauses to regain his former train of thought. “So are you going to straighten him out or just let him go on assuming?” I shrug.
“Should I really tell him? Is it that important who I like, rather then just the plane fact that there is someone else?” I put on a thoughtful expression. “Telling him about it just means that there’s an even higher chance of Damien finding out himself…..which wouldn’t be good!” His smile turns into an evil grin.
“Oh wouldn’t it?” I glare at him. I don’t want Damien finding out about it, even though I would kill to be with him… wait not kill, I don’t mean that, I wouldn’t really kill anyone. I just fear rejection so much that I don’t want him to find out and think that I’m ‘not his type’ or something. If I am to ever be with someone I want it to be because they come to me first.
“No, No it wouldn’t! Don’t do anything stupid Kat. Or there are several little things that I know that I may just let slip out if I am to find out that Damien knows something that he shouldn’t!” He looks disappointed, because I foiled his plans. His plans were weak anyway!!
“Fine then! I don’t see why this is all such a problem?” I raise an eyebrow. Of course it’s a problem! Is he crazy…. Er stupid question! He notices my confusion and elaborates.
“Well, I don’t see what’s holding you back from Brett if you don’t seem to want to take any initiative with Damien? I mean I’d totally understand if you were turning Binga down because you had every intention of going running to Marto. But because your such a total pansy arse you don’t want to have to make any kind of commitment to either of them!” I can’t think of anything to say. Is that true? I mean he has kinda of got a point. I do really like Brett, and I don’t see myself going to Damien any time soon…. So is commitment really whats holding me back….
“I’m not a pansy arse!” Oh yeah, that was totally the right thing to say. How about something relevant to the subject Einstein!! Kat appears to have the same thought as I do looking at me reply to his statement.
“Look, this may sound strange to you, but I have no idea what’s going through my head right now, infact most of the time I don’t know whats going on up there! So basically I have absolutely no idea if I fear commitment? Maybe considering every single relationship in the past 4 years has ended horribly in a matter of weeks, and maybe using Damien as an excuse to push Brett away is a defense mechanism I developed to protect myself in a strange and unusual way……” I pause, Kat grins wildly.
“I think… you just figured out what’s going on in your head. Wow, even my mind isn’t that screwed up. Sucks to be you!” Well actually right now I beg to differ, because for the first time in a long time I actually know what I’m thinking. Is that at all confusing, because for once I’m not confused by my own thoughts. Yay for me.
I’m smiling, smiling brightly. I can feel Kats eyes still on me.
“So what are you going to do? Since your mind is all figured out?” He asks. I frown.
“I have no idea. What do you think I should do?” Why did I just ask him. I’ve asked him what to do before and all he good do was shrug.
“I recon you go for it!” he answers enthusiastically. “With Brett I mean” He adds incase I hadn’t followed.
“I don’t know how I could do that since I don’t even know if he’s talking to me” I look down sadly.
“Nah nah, he’s just giving you some space. Recons you’ve got stuff you need to figure out. He doesn’t want to be another complication for you” Kat says putting his right hand on my shoulder.
“How do you know that?” I ask curiously. He moves his hand from my shoulder to his hip.
“He told me. Like I said, I was just speaking to him about you. Well technically he was doing most of the speaking and I was mainly doing the listening.” It was probably better that way.
“So he hasn’t spoken to me because he thinks that that’s what I want?” I ask tentatively. Simon nods.
“Well that’s just stupid! That’s the last thing that I wanted!! I thought that he was angry with me!” Kat just shakes his head at me.
“You sound like such a priss!” He groans. He puts on a prissy voice. “I thought he was angry with me! My best friend has turned into a girl!” I slap him upside the head, he rubs it with a pained expression. He deserved that, I am no girl. I’ll admit that sometimes I may sound slightly effeminate, but there’s no need for such a comment.
“Well so besides that is there anything else he said?” I ask. He looks thoughtful briefly.
“Well he did say the bread was stale…” He says grinning, notice how funny he thinks he is…
“He told you about his breakfast…. And now… your telling me… hmm, leaving now” I walk away in the most dramatic way I can muster, which obviously wasn’t as dramatic as I had hoped it would be, as Simon follows me.
“Sorry bad joke, my bad.” I ignore him in the hopes that he will infact get the hint. “Where are going?” He asks, still trailing me to the change rooms like a lost puppy.
“I’m going…. “ I have to actually think about where I am going, because frankly I have no idea. “I am going to…. going to go….” *pause* and then I add with as much enthusiasm as a super hero embarking on a life affirming quest. “I am going to go and talk to Brett!” And with that a stride away leaving Kat in my dust, with a from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, a huge grin on his face. I sometimes worry that he wants this more than I do.

Upon entering the change rooms I see that most have headed home already, I can, however, see three bags, one being mine, one belongs to Kat’s….. and the others is…Oh irony of ironies. Lucky me I guess. The door to the showers opens and the owner of the third bag comes into my view, I take in a breath in noticing that having just had a shower, he is only in his towel… I try to look anywhere but his glistening chest to avoid any inconvenient excitement. He lifts his hand in apology before picking up his bag and heading back into the showers, he must think that I don’t want to see him.
“Wait…” I say instantly before I think, I really wish my brain would work sometimes, but you can’t have everything I guess. He stops at my command but without turning back to look at me. I can tell his head is down.
“I’m sorry about what I said last night…. It was the truth at the time, but I didn’t mean it to hurt or upset you in any way” I stop to see if I get any reaction from him, which I don’t. So I continue.
“But I realize my feelings now, I realize that what I’m feeling for you isn’t just my way of compensating for anything, I realize that being with you is what I really want. And in my confusion I had missed that.” With my hasty confession comes nerves, and with this I look away, at anything other than him. I don’t know if he has registered what I have said, nor do I even know if he is still in the room.
After a few seconds of complete silence, I sense some movement from his direction, and before I know it, my personal space is being invaded in a huge way. Not that I’m complaining.
A finger is placed on my cheek which then forces my face around to look at him. His face and hair still damp from his shower, and from what I can feel, so is his body, as from his closeness, I can feel my clothes getting damp. Because of this a shiver runs down me and I shudder outwardly in addition.
I see Brett is smiling, not that broad smile that he plasters on for a match, of for the camera, but a smile that gives the impression of pure joy…. One that makes me want to faint… that wasn’t manly, what I meant was, pass out.
“I hope you’re sure this time” He says cautiously, and then leans in closer. “Because I don’t want to let you get away again” He whispers quietly in my ear, his breath tickling me. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. Before smiling happily.
“You won’t have to worry about that! I’m not going anywhere!” He smirks and leans in to claim my lips in what I can confidently claim will be the most memorable kiss of my life.

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