'Come one Robert.' I tried to push myself. The coach threw his hat down in defeat. In his mind he knew our baseball team had already lost and we would be out of the tournoment. 'You can still prove them wrong.' Bill, out best player, gave me a thumbs up from the first base pole. 'If you can just hit the ball far enough, Bill can hit the other bases and get us three points.' The pitcher threw the ball under hand and as I swung the bat, Bill took off to the next pole. Unfortunatlly, I missed and just like that the game was over.
"Dammit Robert!" The coached yelled in anger. The other team left the feild cheering and our team shuffled off the the showers in defeat.
I, on the other hand, through down the bat, flat side landing up, and stomped over to the bench. "I had it!" I yelled dropping my head in to my hands. "It was right fucking there!" My fingers raked through my chocolate colored hair. Too engulfed in my own self pity, I had not noticed that someone had walked over and sat next to me.
"Don't listen to what any of them say. It's not just you, cause none of us were at the top of our game today." Bill tried comforting me.
"Why are you even here?" I asked bitterly. "You're the best player on our team and you're always on your game. The coach sees you as a God and worships the ground you walk on. I'm the kid that's lucky if he doesn't look at me like I'm dirt." I spat the words at him.
"To be honest, I'm glad we lost." I looked up at him confused. "I was getting tired of playing. Too much pressure." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I only play because my dad is so proud of how good I am at it." Why was he telling me all this. "Now that the season's over, I don't have to worry about it. I've got you the thank for that."
I looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Are you crazy? I single handedly pissed off the whole team and now our star player is telling me his glad about it?" I glared at him. "What's your problem?" I asked.
The next thing I knew, Bill had pressed his lips to mine. At first I was in shock, but then I felt a warmth run through me and I began kissing back. His hands gripped on to my face, as if you make sure I did not pull away, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Bill tasted like dirt mixed with spearmint gum and I loved it. He pulled back for air and looked me in my dark brown eyes. His light hair almost fell in to his eyes and his dark green eyes mesmerized me.
"Why?" I asked out of breath.
"I can't explain it, but I've felt something for you for a while." He said before leaning in again, but instead of kissing me, he bit on to my lower lip. I shivered from pleasure and a moan escaped my mouth. Bill moved from my lip down towards my neck. I tilted my head back to give him more access and he pulled down on my shirt collar.
My mind was racing as my heart pumped blood through my system faster that usual. "Bill!" I gasped as he sunk his teeth in to the flesh.
"Bill! Robert! You two are supposed to be in the showers!" The coach's voice rang from across the field and we quickly broke apart. "Get your asses in gear!" He yelled.
Bill was the first to stand up. "Come on before we get in more trouble." He said in a flat tone, but he held out a hand for me.
I took it and my face heated up. "Thanks."
"My father's out of town this week and my mother has to visit her mother." The comment seemed out of left field, but I nodded anyways. "Do you think you'd want to stay over tonight?" Bill asked as we walked past the coach.
My face got even redder. "Sure." I answered, not meeting his eyes.
"Great." You could practically hear the smile on his face as he entered the locker room. It was not until that moment that I realized what I had gotten myself in to. And strangely enough, I was okay with the baseball star stealing more than just bases.
A/N: So I took a break from my other story and wrote this random short. I don't know why, but I felt like writing something about Robert and Bill. :3 Thanks to anyone who is actually reading these.