9th Inning:
Where did all the people go?
They got scared when the lights went low.
I'll get you through it nice and slow,
When the world's spinning out of control.
Afraid of what they might lose
Might get scraped or they might get bruised.
You could beg them, what's the use?
That's why it's called a moment of truth
I'll get it if you need it,
I'll search if you don't see it,
You're thirsty, I'll be rain,
You get hurt, I'll take your pain.
I know you don't believe it,
But I said it and I still mean it,
When you heard what I told you,
When you get worried I'll be your soldier.
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A week later it was game seven of the World Series. Reid was nervous it was his third game pitching in the series. He had won game one and four, Walters won game six the night before, and now it was down to Reid Oliver to come in and win the World Series for the Boston Red Sox. Luke woke up with a panicking Reid trying to figure out what his stance should be. Luke straddled Reid's hips and jerked them both off until Reid was a panting mess and coming hard.
He fell asleep almost immediately afterwards and after a leisurely, romantic round of morning sex, Reid was getting a massage to get his shoulder ready.
He was relaxed and ready to go. Just then his phone buzzed,
Luke: Hey baby, you like our homemade signs?
Reid: You're seriously not planning on using those for the game are you?
Luke: Why not?
Reid: I thought you wanted to be discrete.
Luke: That was for the job I no longer have. I say we give them something to talk about.
Reid laughed out loud as he saw the picture Luke had sent him. It was a picture of the largest bright pink signs he'd ever seen. It was covered with glitter, rainbows, and unicorns. On them it said, "Reid Oliver's #1 fan- His Boyfriend." Vanessa's said, "Cristian Diaz's #1 Fan- His gorgeous wife." Cristian immediately texted him with a few choice words.
Reid loved that Luke could make him laugh over the stupidest things and always made him feel better just by being himself.
Six hours later Reid was walking out to pitch the biggest game of his life. He looked over and caught Luke's eye. Luke beamed at him and flashed him his famous dimples.
Reid's breath caught in his throat. He loved Luke more than he had ever loved Grant or any guy he had dated in a misguided attempt to get over his loneliness. This is what true love was, the feeling, the bond, the everything he shared with Luke. He felt like it was only them in the stadium. All the noises, all the distractions faded away and he took the mound. He started pitching then, focusing on Luke and all the things he was feeling for him.
By the time he snapped out of it, it was the top of the ninth. He was down to one out. He got the count and threw the pitch. The batter swung and struck out. Reid Oliver had just pitched a perfect game in game seven of the World Series. He stood there in shock as the stadium thundered around him. His teammates were mobbing him and all he could think about was finding Luke.
He didn't care who knew anymore, he loved Luke and even it meant giving up his career, he didn't care. He had Luke.
He ran up into the stands, ripped the garish sign out of Luke's hand then kissed him for all the fans in the stadium and for the millions of fans watching at home. And he didn't care.
Vanessa stood there squealing and clapping like a teenager. Deb caught her husband's eye and grinned at him. She had been right all along. Reid needed to find love and he finally had.
Reid finally broke away and laughed a nervous laugh. Luke placed his hand on his cheek,
"I hope you know you just outed yourself in front of the entire world. I hope it was worth it."
"Everything up to this point has led me to this, Luke. I'm tired of pretending to not love who I love and not be who I am. I love you and I'm done hiding it."
Luke leaned back in and kissed him. Fuck his job, fuck the haters, he had his man and that was pretty damn okay with him.