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Out of His League Part 8
Lance could hear Aaron calling his name but couldn’t take his eyes off Kip. The man was in the bullpen behind right field practicing with the others. He loved watching his guy throw a ball.
“Hey!” Aaron shouted.
Lance let out a grunt when a soft heavy object hit him in the back. He turned around, looked down and saw Aaron’s glove siting in the dirt. “What the hell man?”
“I’ve been saying your name for like five minutes but you’re too far gone in la-la land to even fucking notice.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Lance said as he turned back around to watch Kip.
“Oh my god.” Aaron gasped. “Love is in the air.”
A goofy smiled spread across Lance’s face. He couldn’t deny it. He was in love with Kip. Hell he’d been in love with the man since he first laid eyes on him. And after the weekend they’d shared it clarified that fact.
Sunday morning he woke up with Kip draped across his body like a quilt. Kip put off so much heat Lance had a fine layer of sweat covering his body. But it didn’t matter. He could have been sweating buckets and he still wouldn’t have woken his lover. A part of him still thought it was all a dream. Kip Edgerton was going places and he, well he was just an average ball player living out his boy hood fantasy. Lance never really cared it he went pro but Kip would eventually get noticed and odds were he’d leave Clausen State far behind him and with it Lance.
His smiled faded just a pinch as he turned back to his best friend. “Stop being so dramatic. We spent one weekend together that doesn’t constitute a relationship.” Lance spoke like it didn’t bother him but he was dying to know if Kip felt the same way. That what they had was real. Kip said he cared about Lance but did the shine fade when he drove off Sunday night?
“Oh really?” Aaron crossed his arms across his chest as he stared just beyond Lance left shoulder. “Then why is Kip over there eyeballing you like you’re a tasty treat.”
Lance spun around to see Kip in the bullpen leaning against the gate looking back at him. He grinned and waved to Kip.
“Dude, you’ve spent the entire practice checking out your boyfriend. Your lucky Coach Allen didn’t make you run laps or some shit.” Aaron started to laugh. “I thought for sure he was going to have your ass when that ground ball when right between your legs. Shit, Kip even laughed at you.”
The sound of the assistant coach to the Gray Wolves caught his attention. He turned around to see Coach Wilkerson walking his way. Lance looked over to Aaron, who only shrugged as the man approached. Coach Wilkerson never addressed him before, so he was a little taken by surprise. He typically spent the majority of his time working with the outfielders. And since Lance played short stop he had no clue what Wilkerson wanted.
“Kinsley if you got time why don’t you come over and help me out,” Coach Wilkerson said to him. “I’m running some drills with Robbie and Kevin and I need someone to catch the balls as they throw them in. You cool with that?”
“Sure, I guess I can help you.” Lance glanced over to Aaron. “I’ll catch you later.”
He said goodbye to his friend and followed Coach Wilkerson out toward left field. Robbie and Kevin were already out there waiting for them. Kevin was a center fielder where Robbie was a left fielder. They were only sophomores but had a lot of potential no wonder Wilkerson was working with them so much.
“Kevin, Robbie!” Coach Wilkerson hollered out to them. “Lance is going to help me out for a little bit.” Wilkerson walked up to the machine that threw the balls into the air and swiveled it around to make sure it was ready to go. Wherever he would potion the machine a ball would pop out and the two outfielders would have to chase it down. Lance still didn’t know why Coach Wilkerson wanted him.
The first ball popped out of the machine and sailed out toward Robbie. He ran up to it, caught it then threw the ball to Lance. They went on for another ten minutes before Wilkerson spoke to him.
“So I see you’ve gotten cozy with Kip.”
Lance’s mouth dropped open as he looked at his coach. How did he know?
Just then the ball Kevin had thrown smacked against his arm. He cursed under his breath as he rubbed the sore spot. “What are you talking about?” His voice sounded shaky to his own ears.
“Oh come on Lance, I’m not blind.” He waved to the fielders and told them to run four laps then to hit the showers. Lance stood frozen to his spot. Once Wilkerson had the guys off doing other things he turned to Lance. “So have you fucked him yet?”
Lance started to choke. The spit he has swallowed went down the wrong pipe at Wilkerson’s harsh words.
“I take that as a yes.” Wilkerson eyed him from head to toe causing him to squirm from the weight of the stare. “I’m a little surprised Kipper chose to replace me with you.” He barked out a laugh. “He’ll get bored and come back to me. He always does. So if I were you I wouldn’t get too attached.”
Lance slowly turned and looked toward the bullpen. Kip stood there glaring back but not at him. No, at Coach Wilkerson. Slowly turning back around he looked at Wilkerson and the satisfied smile on his face said all he needed to no.
He dropped the ball at Coach Wilkerson’s feet and took off toward the locker room. He needed time to digest what he just learned.
To be continued
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