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Puppy Love	By : CassieJade Category: Individual Celebrities > Cricket Views: 929 -:- 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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For all those cricket fans out there! Another Michael Clarke fic awaits you!! This time however, it’s a Clarke/Martyn….Two of the cutest players ever!!!
Be warned YAOI is ahead!
Hope you ENJOY!!

Puppy Luv

There’s a rumor slipping through the team that I’m the next target. It may only be a rumor, but I’m not going to take any chances. This guy’s dangerous, unbeaten in his own little game of chicken. He challenges everyone to something different, often they don’t even know that they’re participating in the challenge until it’s too late and they’re beaten. He shows no mercy, every challenge is different, some harder than others, but he still hasn’t lost.
He’s knocked out almost every person in the team, one by one, he’s bound to get to me some time, it’s just a matter of when?
Not only is he a master of chicken, but also gets pleasure out of being plain annoying. He’s always the first person to offer Brett a Gatorade, and ask him how many Weet Bix he did this morning. Apparently I’m always moving the stumps when he misses them. And don’t even get me started on ‘Gilly gilly gilly’!
I’m not going to give in, he’s not going to be reining champion for much longer, I’ll bring him down.
The hall is packed, last years ACA gala didn’t feel quite so full, but then again I had other things than, having just won the AB medal.
I’m standing in a group with Brett Lee, Simone Katich, Mike Hussey and Andrew Simons. They’re all currently in their own respective conversations, I however am just staying on my guard. It pays off, when I look off to my right my eye’s meet my predators. He smiles widely, and stalks over. The boys separate slightly to let him enter the circle. He says his greetings, they respond in kind. He turns to me. Smiling.
“Pup” He greets with a nod. I nod likewise, and reply.
“Marto” I have to wait, there’s no challenge yet. I can see it coming though. It’s in his smile. He’s got something planned. And I get the feeling that it’s going to be his most horrible yet.
He makes no attempt to start a conversation with me, so I figure that it’s my job to do so. But before any word can leave my mouth, he, calmly, places a hand on my shoulder, and pushes me. May I remind you, I did nothing to deserve this. I stumble back to catch my balance in shock. I blink, and glare. Is this the beginning?
“What the hell…..” I stutter. He puts his hand over his mouth, pretending to be shocked. That barstard!
All I can think to do is push him back. He acts as if he’s surprised that I would do that, because he believes he was innocent. He staggers backward. This gets everyone’s attention. They stare at us though we were kids. I can imagine it would look rather strange, a couple of guys in there 20’s and 30’s, in suits pushing each other around.
They don’t need to say anything for us to get the point and stop. He keeps his eyes on me as he settles. I too don’t look away.
We are told that the awards are about to begin, and that we are to be seated. Everyone around us departs, before he moves to find his seat, he gives me a half smile, a wink and an upward nod. I don’t change my expression from a half hearted glare as he leaves.
The worst thing for me right now, would be to find out that we’re sitting on the same table. I walk to the doors in a crowd, the seating map is just on the side of the doors, I stop to look at it, as does everyone else.
My head falls. Not only are we on the same table, but we’re sitting next to each other. I can see now, that I’m not going to enjoy this at all. Also having seen the table Damien turns from in front of me to give me a mischievous lops sided smile, making me cringe with the possible implications.
The first hour is pretty uneventful; the conversation on our table is pretty lively. However, when the room quiets down for speeches, I feel something on my thigh, I can’t tell if it’s just table cloth or something more until it squeezes, and the realization hit’s me suddenly that it’s Damien Martyn’s hand. Immediately I react with a yelp standing up. This unexpected outburst attracts everyone’s eye’s on the table to me. Mine, however turn to Damien, to see that his are laced with confusion. I sit back down slowly, never taking my narrowed eye’s away from his.
That innocent charade isn’t going to fool me. This must be the start. And this time he must have chosen to play gay chicken.
He assumes that I’ll be easy to beet in this way because I’m not big on people touching me and according to him that makes me homophobic. But soon he’s going to find out just how wrong he is. I have a higher tolerance than he thinks, and I’m determine to win. Not only am I going to play defensively, but also I’ll be throwing in a bit of my own offence.

The night ended on a high, however no further moves were made by Damien to break me. A few of the guys were heading off to the pub for a few drinks. I decided to turn down the offer and head back home.
I have to call a cab because of the champagne I’ve had, and as I wait I feel a presence come to stand behind me. On the belief that I know who it is, I turn around. I am right. He smiles, and puts his hands in his suit pockets.
“You calling it a night? Still a bit early isn’t it?” He questions. I shrug.
“Yeah it is. I’m just not big on pubs.” His smile grows.
“Well, I was heading back to my place, your free to join me for a few drinks” He’s expecting me to run scared. He knows that I know what he’s doing, but he doesn’t know that I know that he knows. I’m going to end this as quick as possible, end his reign of superiority.
“Yeah, great, we can catch up” This time it’s my turn to smile.
The taxi pulls up behind me, Damien opens the door for me and I slide across, he gets in himself, gives the driver the directions and we take off.

“Beer?” Damien offers, poking his head out of the kitchen, to me sitting on the couch in the lounge. I’m not really in the mood to drink but I take it just to have something in my hand. I’m nervous, and I need something to fiddle with. I take off my suit coat and lay it over the back of a chair.
He takes the seat next to me, he sits so close so that the only thing separating us is the fabric of our clothes. A nervous shiver runs down to the base of my spine. He takes a mouthful of his own can before speaking.
“You reckon, we’ll get back into the test squad for the ashes?” He asks. I shrug, and swing the can in my hand.
“I hope so. You should, you’re in form.” He turns away as if in embarrassment. I laugh lightly.
“Your in better form than me. Plus, I don’t have many years of professional cricket in me. Your still a young gun, you’ll be back” He says turning back to me smiling innocently.
“Don’t say that! The team just wouldn’t be the same without you” I try to make that sound as gay as I can, sorta suggestive. He notices my implications, and smiles right back at me, just as suggestively. Oh, he’s good at this. This is going to be tougher than I thought.
“Cause then you’ll have no-one to perve on at training.” He said raising a cocky eyebrow. I pretend to look shocked.
“I never perved!” I exclaim. His expression doesn’t change.
“Oh that’s right, you didn’t need to because you had poster’s of me on your walls to return home to.” He laughs shamelessly.
“Hey! I took down those poster’s months ago” I defend. I had to take them down when Simon started questioning my motives. He looks disappointed. “Wouldn’t it have been a bit weird, thinking that a friend of yours had a poster of you on their wall?” He shrugs.
“Nah, I thought it was a turn on” Before my brain can register, my mouth takes over.
“How?” I ask almost instantly.
“Well, I figure that I must have been one of the last things you saw before you went to bed, and some people say that the last thing you think about is what you dream about” He takes a short pause. “And then I imagine your dreams” He smiles and nods to himself in a strange daze. Oh yes, according to Damien, the world revolves around him. Somebody loves himself a little too much. But beyond that thought, how the hell could he get off on that? ….. oh wait…. It’s just part of his game. He’s trying to psych me out. I can’t let this go on. It’s time to get the ball rolling in my direction.
I lean back comfortably on my arms and smile.
“So what did you think my dreams were about, or should I say, what did you want my dreams to be about?” I say, my tone evocative as I grin. His expression mirrors mine.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He asks with a sly tongue, leaning closer to me, not giving me much room to move. I call his bluff, and take the same step forward, leaving us mere inches apart.
“Yes, yes I would” I answer. He laughs lightly, I can feel is warm breath on my lips, and I shudder. I think he can feel my fear, that’s why he seems so confident. I try to hide it, as I smile.
“Well” He said slowly. “It goes a little something like this…” His voice trails off and I feel a strong hand squeeze my upper thigh, and when I say upper, I mean upper. He’s still smiling.
Oh god, I’m in too deep. I can’t compete with this experience and power. But I can’t just let him win after coming this far. I have to go along. He wouldn’t do anything over the top would he…..
His eyes are heavy lidded, his breaths are shallow on my lips, as I feel him get closer. He won’t do it. He couldn’t…..could he. I can’t chicken out. I’ve come so far.
When his head tilts slightly, I get the distinct feeling in my gut that he wont be giving in. This feeling grows with the touch of his lips.
I think that we were both surprised that it got to this, and for a few moments, we’re still from shock. Just sitting with out lips together. His hand on my thigh has lost all grip, it almost feels like it’s floating above me, only with the barest of touches. I decided that I’m not going to win like this. Something must be done to scare him away.
So I apply pressure. His head moves with mine. By keeping my eye’s closed I can try to imagine that I’m not kissing one of my best mates, and I think he’s got the same idea.
Not deterred, Damien takes the next step forward. Opening his mouth, and luring mine open. As if controlled by another force, I let the kiss intensify.
My arms that were the one thing holding me up, start to weaken, and with the added push of him against me, I fall back slowly so that my head is leaning on the armrest. We don’t break apart, this no longer feels like a game.
Damien is bracing himself up feebly by one arm by my shoulder. The other regaining it’s grip on my thigh, tighter than ever.
My hands that were resting dead at my sides get a mind of their own, my right snaking it’s way up his arm that is holding him up, and my left, sliding around his neck, my thumb resting on his jaw. He appears to get encouraged by my movements, the kiss becoming wilder, control feeling like it had been lost.
His weight is now resting on my body, and feel his hand that was latent on my thigh, shift upward. Slowly, until I feel his hand so close to a far more vulnerable area that I gasp. Break our lips apart, and opening my eyes wide. My legs jar up, Damien takes in a deep breath when my knee makes contact with that very same region.
His eyes are still closed, taking shallow breaths, still hovering so close to my face that I can feel his breath tickle my lips and smell the shampoo in his hair.
All I can do is stare, and fight to catch my breath.
I know where this is heading, my excitement is making itself obvious, and by the way he’s breathing I know he’s in the same position, with out the evidence making itself clear. I know now, that I couldn’t stop myself, my body wants this, bad. But I don’t want Damien doing this because he feels he needs to win a stupid game.
When he opens his eyes, to look at mine, I search for some kind of answer. Before I can bring the subject up, I feel his hand squeeze mine. His eyes are just as wide as mine, though they have a different meaning in them. As he leans back in I hear him mumbling repetitively. Something that sounds like ‘I’m sorry’. The only explanation for these words that I can think of is that he’s apologizing for not stopping when he should have, or could have. Though I can’t explore this more, as his lips are back in contact with mine, and my eye’s close. But there’s no getting in to it slowly this time. The pace is fast and hasty, I give as much as I receive, so he knows that it’s not against my will. I can almost feel him smile against my mouth.
His hand finds my belt and works it open, ahead of releasing the zip. He suddenly breaks apart from me, and sits up. In a two hasty moves he undoes the top button of his shirt and lifts in over his head. Following suit I remove mine, just as desperate for more contact. It’s kinda awkward to take your shirt of lying down. Damien helps remove it from underneath me. It’s so much different looking at someone’s bare chest under this situation, as apposed to being at training. I never thought I’d be this turned on by seeing Damien topless.
He moves to straddle my waist, his hands placed on my shoulders before sliding down my chest, almost painfully slow, as if he were taking it in to draw a map. His fingertips circle my navel before descending further down between us cupping me in his hand through my pants. On noticing that I’m hard, he smiles.
Sparks fly up me, disconnecting my mind from my body and setting it on auto pilot.
My right hand shoots up, shocking him and me, taking his neck and pulling him back down too me. Locking us in an even more zealous kiss than before, pushing my tongue in to dominance.
I release his neck, not breaking the kiss, and reach between us to take his belt with my fingers pulling desperately for something fantastic to happen. He complies to my silent plea, removing his belt.
My brain suddenly catches up with a snap. And I realize that I’m about to have sex with one of my best male friends……….. And I really want to. Is this wrong? At this very moment…..
He breaks the kiss, hovering above me his warm breathe caressing my nose, as he removes his pants to leave him in his boxers. Then he speaks, the only coherent words either of us have spoken in 10 minutes.
“Are you sure?” It’s quiet, his eyes look down at me for an answer, I can’t speak, all I can do is nod, which I follow with a smile. Before crushing our lips together once again.
At this moment……..So not wrong.

This is a one shot!!! Hope you enjoyed it, please review and another Clarke/Martyn fic will cum your way!!
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