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lessthanpure · 6 days ago

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Until You Set Your Old Heart Free- Chapter 1

Fandom: Baseball RPF

Relationships: Jesse WInker/Jeff McNeil

Tags: Daddy Kink, dirty talk, A/B/O dynamics, Alpha on Beta, Intercrural sex, mentions of cheating (but not really), panty kink

Summary: Jeff gets a surprise from a new teammate.

Notes: Making a different fic for this to keep it somewhat separate from Making the Best of It. Even though Sloane and Pete give their permission you can read this totally separate and have it be ‘not canon’ to Making the Best of It. But I still like what I wrote and find it really hot so I figured I’d share.

Words: 5,715

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"Jeff," he hears his name hesitantly called, and he turns, not 100% sure on the voice. Winker is standing there, looking unsure.

"Hey, man," Jeff smiles. "What's up?"

"Could I, uh, talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure thing," Jeff says, approaching him. Winker looks around the clubhouse.

"Not here?" They're some of the last few stragglers- Pete is still hanging around, along with JD, Brandon, and Brett. But the others are on the other side of the room, chatting in a group.

"Uh, sure," Jeff says. "Bar?"

"Actually, maybe my place," Winker offers hesitantly, looking weird.

"Sure," Jeff shrugs. "Address," he asks, taking his phone out of his pocket. Winker dictates it and he plugs it into Waze. "Now?"

"Please. Apartment 4F."

Jeff nods. "Alright. I'll be there soon," he promises.

"Thanks," Winker says quietly. Jeff nods and smiles. Winker leaves without another word.

Jeff wonders as he gets his last few things together. He shoots Pete and Sloane a quick message- gotta do something. Might be out of touch for a bit.

Pete sends him a solo message. What'd Winker want?

No clue. Going to his house so I won't be able to come over right away.

Alright. But come soon, babe.

I will.

Jeff gets in his car and follows the directions his phone provides. He pulls up outside a nice apartment and goes inside, hitting the buzzer for 4F. He gets let up and finds the elevator, going to the fourth floor.

When he finds 4F, he knocks on it. Winker opens it almost immediately. He still looks nervous. "Hey," Jeff greets.

"Hey." Winker stands aside and Jeff goes in.

"Jesse, what's up? Why couldn't we talk at the clubhouse," Jeff asks, nothing but confused.

"God I need a beer. Want one," Winker says instead of replying.

"Sure," Jeff says, even more confused. Winker goes to his kitchen and gets two bottles, opens both, and offers one. "Thanks." Jeff offers the neck and Jesse cheers. Jeff takes a polite sip.

Meanwhile, Jesse takes a few deep swallows, throat working. He seems a little calmer after he lowers the bottle. "You know I'm a Beta, right," he launches with.

"Yeah," Jeff says.

"Good, good. Um, I just wanted to know if anyone would have...a problem with that."

"Problem?"

"I'm not an Alpha."

"Who cares," Jeff asks, approaching him. Jesse is leaning against the wall of his kitchen, looking nervous. "Listen, man. We're not gonna like, fuck with you just because of who you are."

"It's just I was such an asshole for such a long time and I really want you all to like me, especially you, and-" he cuts himself off.

"Especially me? Why?"

Jesse picks=s with the label on his beer, looking down at it. He mumbles something.

"Try that again, in a range where humans can hear," he ribs gently. Jesse lifts his face.

"I dunno. I like you."

"Thanks," Jeff smiles. "Look, if you want, I'll tell Lindor to organize like a team thing, make sure you feel welcome," he offers. "I want you to feel like this is your home now because it is," Jeff says earnestly.

"Nah, I believe you." Jesse pauses. "Uh, want to watch some TV or a movie or something? Or even opposing players for the Marlins, they're our next series."

"Anything you want," Jeff shrugs. Jesse shivers weirdly. "Hey, you ok," he asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. Just," Jesse trails off. "Do you know I have a brother?"

"I didn't."

"Yeah, I was just talking to him the other day."

"Cool?" Jeff doesn't know where Jesse's going with this.

"Sorry, weird segue. But uh, he's an Omega and the one who said to talk to you."

"Why me in particular?"

"Because like I said- I like you."

"Ok," Jeff draws out. "Thanks again."

"Yeah, I like the way you play the game," Jesse nods. "And you're really nice."

"Th-"

"You don't have to keep thanking me, it's cool."

"Jesse, I gotta be honest. I have no idea what I'm doing here." Jesse pauses and takes a few more swallows of beer. He swipes the back of his hand against his mouth when he's done.

"Can I be honest," Jesse asks.

"Course."

"I like you."

"You've said that. A few times."

"Yeah, like...a lot."

"Thanks. You seem like a good guy, too. We should get together some time," Jeff says, sincere even through his confusion.

"No, I," Jesse huffs. "Not like that. I mean I do want that, it's just I-" he grunts, obviously frustrated.

"Listen, man, just talk. It's just us," Jeff tries to calm him down.

Jesse locks eyes with him and nods. "Listen, I know I'm not an Alpha, but I've kinda missed scenting," he shrugs. Jeff's surprised- most Betas could take or leave it. "I have a lotta Alphas in my family, and had even more on the Nats, but uh, no one's really been near me here."

"Ok," Jeff draws out. "Do you want me to scent you?" Jesse nods.

"Y-yeah."

"Ok." Jeff puts his mostly-full beer on the counter and Jesse does the same. Jesse looks at him before he puts his head back, exposing his throat. Jeff sucks in a breath. He approaches Jesse and puts his right hand on Jesse's elbow. He leans in carefully. Jesse's a little taller, but it's easy to run his nose down his throat. Jesse makes a cut-off noise and pulls him closer via his hip. Jeff relaxes, inhaling deeply. Jesse smells good- pine. Jesse slides his hand to his back and clutches his shirt, pulling him in. Jeff scrubs his beard onto Jesse's skin and scents again. Jesse makes a quiet noise he doesn't know how to describe. "There," Jeff says quietly. He smells like pine and orange now. He pulls back.

"No," Jesse says plaintively, pulling him flush. Jeff tries to tilt his hips away- scenting is intimate so he's a little hard- but Jesse whimpers and slots his thigh between Jeff's. Jesse is more than half hard. Jeff stills, shocked. "I wanna drip with your scent, Jeff, please."

"Jesse," Jeff gasps.

"Please," Jesse breathes.

"Jesse, I'm in a relationship," Jeff tries.

"You can use my mouth."

Jeff groans. "I-"

Jesse pulls his head closer to him again and Jeff helplessly follows, inhaling deeply. Betas typically don't smell as much like arousal as Alphas and Omegas do- they just don't have those kinds of scent glands- but he still enjoys Jesse's scent. Jesse works a hand between them and palms Jeff's cock through his jeans. "Yeah, yeah, come on Jeff," Jesse begs. "Just let me touch you, Alpha." Jeff's blood surges at the desperate whine in Jesse's voice, along with him calling him by his title.

"Jesse, I can't-"

"A handjob isn't cheating, come on, please. Just wanna feel you cum." Jeff shudders. "Please, Alpha," he whispers.

"Jesse, I can't- it's not that I don't want to I can't-" Jeff cuts himself off. "I have to be faithful." Jesse whimpers and throws his head back so hard he nearly hits it on the wall. Jeff moans and forgets himself, licking the freely-offered skin. Jesse shudders and rubs Jeff harder, palm dragging down. Jeff thrusts into the touch. Jeff pushes off the wall hard, ripping himself away. He pants.

"Please, Alpha," Jesse says, and he looks amazing- cock hard in his jeans, eyes blown, leaning against the wall, lovely throat on display.

"Jesse-" Jesse drops to his knees and Jeff growls. Jesse leans in and nuzzles him through his jeans, panting. Jeff can feel his hot breath through the denim and grips Jesse's hair. Jesse whines. Jeff tugs hard, trying to get him to stop, but Jesse laps at his crotch. "Fuck, Jesse, I-" Jeff pants, smelling pine, and doesn't even realize Jesse is fumbling with his belt until it and his button is open. He comes back as Jesse pulls him out and moans.

"God, you're long," Jesse breathes. He looks up through his eyelashes. "Fuck my mouth, Alpha?"

Jeff grits his teeth. He wants to, and it's killing him. "Jesse-"

"Please," Jesse whispers, leaning in. Jeff barely keeps him away from him and Jesse whimpers, squirming. "God, just, I need to blow you please please please," he begs.

"Jesse. Look at me." Jesse whimpers and does, locking eyes with him. "I'm in a relationship."

"I won't tell," he says, and braces his hands on the front of Jeff's thighs.

"Fuck, Jesse, I- I-" he tries. He swallows and Jesse gently strokes his clothed thighs, up and down, so damn tempting. Jeff's grip on his hair loosens a tad, just enough for Jesse to lean in. He opens his mouth desperately and Jeff feels the brush of his tongue. "Fuck, no, no, no," he says, grabbing his hair hard again and pulling him away. Jesse whines and drops a hand, pressing that palm hard against himself.

"Please, Alpha, you don't even have to fucking touch me, I'll be able to cum just from this," Jesse begs, and oh boy does that send a lightning bolt through Jeff. The image of Jesse cumming in his pants just from sucking his cock is amazing.

"Jesse," Jeff says. "I'll make you a deal," his mouth says. Jesse looks up, hopeful. "I will talk to my partner-" Jesse whines in displeasure. "And if they're cool with it, I will come back and fuck your mouth as hard as you want."

Jesse presses his palm harder against himself. Fuck, he almost came from the THOUGHT, Jeff thinks. "Promise?" Jesse sounds so plaintive, so desperate.

"I promise."

Jesse whimpers and looks almost-longingly at Jeff's cock. "Ok." Jeff nods and exhales in relief. "But you have to go, ask today," Jesse says.

"I'll go right now."

Jesse nods. He lets go of Jeff's thigh but stays on his knees. Jeff steps back and tucks himself back in. Only then does he let go of Jesse. Jesse sways forward but holds himself back. Jeff backs up and nods. "Come back soon," Jesse says quietly.

Jeff doesn't answer but leaves the apartment. He hurries downstairs and to his car. He drives to Pete's on autopilot. He parks and walks up, letting Pete know he's there.

"Hey," Sloane greets when he walks through the door, smiling widely at him. "What kept you, hon," she asks when Jeff closes the door without a word. He takes several deep breaths. "Hey, you ok," she asks, approaching him and cupping his cheek.

"Yeah," he lies.

"What'd Winker want," Pete calls from the kitchen. Jeff pauses. "Jeff?"

"I heard you."

"Ok, you're acting weird," Sloane says.

"Well, something weird happened to me."

"Weird how," Pete asks, coming into the living room.

"Weird like Jesse invited me to his apartment and," he says. "Came onto me."

His partners stare at him. "What," Sloane asks.

"Explain," Pete says.

"Ok, look. He first said that he grew up in a family of Alphas and missed scenting. So I offered. And when I went to pull away, he pulled me back."

"A little weird, but not a proposition," Sloane says.

"He was hard. And then- and I have no fucking idea how or why- he dropped to his knees."

"Ok, that's a proposition."

"What did you do," Pete asks.

"I told him I was in a relationship."

"And," Pete prods.

"He said that blowjobs and handjobs aren't cheating."

"Yes the fuck they are," Pete snarls.

"I know, I know. I didn't take him up on it."

"But," Sloane asks.

"I wanted to."

"In the heat of the moment or," Pete asks, surprised.

"Well, yeah, but also now." Sloane and Pete stare at him. "Please tell me I didn't just fuck us up."

"You didn't," they say together. Jeff slumps in relief.

"Hon, I know we mentioned that if you ever wanted a girlfriend then you were free to get one," Sloane says. He remembers when that girl hit on him at the club. "And if you want, Jesse is also an option."

"I don't know how much he wants," Jeff admits. He looks at Pete. "Are you ok with this?"

"I'm not surprised he wants you. You're hot," he smirks. Jeff laughs. "I am surprised he wants guys at all." He pauses. "Did you tell him who you were in a relationship with?"

"No. I said I'd ask my partner and see if they were ok with it." He pauses for a few beats. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Pete nods.

"Yes," Sloane says. "But you do have to find out what Jesse wants in full," she strokes his arm.

"I will."

"If you want, you can go now," Pete says. "Don't leave the poor guy hanging and worrying."

"I'll just text-" Jeff realizes. "Uh, do you happen to have his number," he asks sheepishly.

"No, sorry," Pete says. "But you know where he lives."

"Yeah."

"Go to him," Sloane encourages. "Have fun, then have a conversation." She presses a kiss to his cheek. Jeff smiles. Pete comes close and noses his temple.

"Have a blast, Jeff."

"I will."

Jeff's partners step back and he gives each a soft kiss before he leaves. He wants to break every speed limit back to Jesse, but he stays under them. He knocks on Jesse's door, but it remains closed. "Jesse," he calls. He leans in, seeing if he can hear anything. He knocks stronger. "Jesse."

The man appears after a few seconds, looking shocked. Jeff steps in and Jesse backs up. Jesse closes the door and locks it. "Your partner," Jesse says, hopeful.

"Is completely fine with it. So if you were serious-"

Jesse drops to his knees again and eagerly undoes Jeff's belt. Jeff groans as he fishes him out, fisting a hand in Jesse's hair. Jesse pants for a few seconds, staring at his cock. Then Jesse moans softly and leans in, licking a solid stripe up it. Jeff moans, Jesse licks all over him and then starts to swallow him. Jesse closes his eyes and inches closer, clearly enjoying this. Jesse tugs Jeff's hips, and Jeff puts his hand on Jesse's cheek and rocks on his tongue a few times. He pulls out of his mouth and prevents Jesse from leaning forward to swallow him again.

"Jeff," Jesse begs. "Alpha."

"Jesse. Tell me how hard I can go."

"As hard as you want."

Jeff stares at him, arousal crackling down his spine. "If I get too rough, tap me twice, ok," he offers. Jesse whimpers and nods, opening his mouth prettily. Jeff feeds him his cock again and Jesse moans. Jeff holds him tightly and rocks on his tongue. Jesse laps and licks and sucks, eager. Jeff shudders and slowly speeds up. Jesse moans, encouraging him by pulling his hip. Jeff shudders and fucks his mouth, gripping his hair. Jesse whimpers and moans, pulling him close. Jeff watches, shocked when he notices Jesse's hips are moving like he's getting off just from this.

"Yeah, you want me, don't you," Jeff starts. "You want to be on your knees for me, choking on my dick." Jesse whimpers. "You probably won't be able to talk tomorrow, fuck. Your throat's gonna hurt and every twinge you're gonna remember this- me fucking your mouth." Jesse whines. "Yeah, baby. Fuck, you're hot. Making me feel so good," he pants. "You said you could cum just from this. Were you serious?" Jesse nods as best he can and opens his eyes, looking up. There are tears in them and Jeff moans. "Yeah, go on, Jesse. Take what you need." Jesse whimpers and inches closer, pressing himself against Jeff's shin. Jeff, who was expecting Jesse to get his pants open and touch himself, moans. He's torn between wanting Jesse to suck his cock and pulling out so he can cum on his face, mark him. "You said you wanted to drip with my scent," Jeff reminds him. Jesse whines and presses closer, starting to hump his leg. "Can I cum on your face, sweetheart?" Jesse whines but pulls off, a strand of saliva connecting him to Jeff. He suckles the tip, whimpering.

"Yes, Alpha," Jesse whispers. He rocks against Jeff's leg, moaning.

"Good boy," he praises, taking himself in one hand and putting the other on Jesse's jaw. He starts to jerk himself off, panting. "God, baby. Close, I'm close."

"Give it to me, Alpha," Jesse pleads. "Fuck, Jeff, you're so fucking hot, come on, mark me, I'm yours." At the thought, Jeff moans and cums on his face. Jesse opens his mouth eagerly, sticking his tongue out to catch some. He shudders and leans forward, hips jerking as he sucks Jeff's cock again. He laps and licks, cleaning him up, and Jeff shudders. He gently pushes him off and admires him, shivering on his knees with his cum on his face.

"So fucking pretty, baby." Jesse whimpers and ruts against him. "Yeah? You like me calling you pretty," he asks. Jesse nods desperately. "Good boy. Yeah, take what you need," he breathes. Jesse humps his leg. He whimpers and his hips still, pressed tight against his shin. "Did you cum, sweetheart?'

"Yes, Alpha," Jesse says dizzily.

"Good boy. Yeah, good boy," Jeff murmurs, stroking through his hair. Jesse pants until his breathing evens out until he's breathing deeply, "You alright," Jeff checks on him.

"Yeah," Jesse nods, looking up at him, his cum still striped across his face. Jeff strokes his jaw, gathering some on his thumb. Jesse opens his mouth in invitation and Jeff presses his thumb in. Jesse sucks on it easily, eyes slipping half-closed. They repeat the process until Jeff just has his thumb in Jesse's mouth and the man is licking leisurely.

"We should probably clean up," Jeff says absently, eyes locked on Jesse's mouth. Jesse licks Jeff's thumb slowly and then pulls away, hollowing his cheeks.

"Yeah, you can go," Jesse says. His voice is pained.

"Go?"

"Yeah. You got what you came for."

"Jesse, what?"

"I'll jump in the shower," Jesse says, looking down and standing.

"Jesse, look at me," Jeff says. Jesse doesn't. "Jesse, do you want me to leave?"

"I get it if you think that was weird."

"I thought it was so fucking hot."

Jesse looks at him. "R-really?"

Jeff nods, smiling softly. "Yeah. Jesse, do you want me to go," he asks again.

"If you want-"

"Fuck what I want right now. What do you want?"

"I want you to stay," Jesse says in one word.

"Then let's clean up." Jesse eyes light up.

"In the shower?"

"How else?"

"Together?"

"Course." Jesse grins.

"Ok."

Jeff follows Jesse deeper into the apartment until they get to his room and ensuite bathroom. Jesse sets up the shower and Jeff leans against the wall, waiting. Jesse must get it to the temperature he likes because he strips. Jeff follows his lead and when Jesse steps in, he does the same. Jesse turns to him, looking surprised but happy.

"You're actually staying," Jesse says, awed.

"What kinda fucking assholes have you hooked up with," Jeff asks, concerned. Jesse slumps. "Not judging you, baby. Just worried."

"It's cool."

"It's not." Jeff watches him. "After we clean up, we have to talk," he says gently.

Jesse flinches like he'd hit him. "Do we have to?"

"Yes."

Jesse nods, mouth turning down miserably. They clean up and Jeff wants to touch him, comfort him. But he senses that probably wouldn't be welcome right now. Jesse turns the water off and they step out, drying off. "Go get dressed," Jesse says gently, wrapping his towel around his hips. Jesse nods, not meeting his eyes, and slinks out. Jeff waits in the bathroom. He doesn't want to go to the living room and make Jesse think he wants to leave. Jesse eventually reappears in a shirt an athletic shorts. Jeff walks into his room and sits on the foot of his bed. Jesse shifts on his feet.

"Jesse. Talk to me," Jeff encourages softly. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. This could be a one-time thing."

"Jesse. No bullshit right now. What do you want?"

"I just want to hook up." He's lying. Jeff sighs and stands.

"Well, that's too bad." Jesse looks at him, scared. "Because what I want is to treat you better than that."

"Wh- Jeff," Jesse whispers. Jeff nods, smiling softly. "You're serious?"

"I'm serious. Jesse, I want to treat you well," Jeff says, telegraphing every move as he gently sets a hand on Jesse's waist. Jesse all but melts, loosing a soft sigh. Jeff slowly reaches up, holding the side of Jesse's throat. Jesse pulls his head close and Jeff scents again.

"Fuck."

"Not just that, Jesse. Tell me what you want," Jeff murmurs.

"You," Jesse whimpers.

"What about me?"

"I wanna date you," he whispers.

Jeff hums, licking Jesse's skin. Jesse pulls him closer and slots a thigh between Jeff's. Jeff grinds against him. "We can do that."

"Your partner won't mind?"

"I talked to them. They're comfortable with it."

Jesse whimpers as Jeff moves fluidly. "Fuck, you're hard again already," he asks, desperate.

"I didn't knot," Jeff pants, already wanting.

"Want my mouth again," Jesse moans lightly. Jeff groans and nods. Jesse tugs Jeff's towel off. Jeff holds his shoulders so he can't get on his knees yet and kisses him. Jesse shivers and kisses back, tongue sliding against his. "God, fuck," Jesse says against his mouth. Jeff licks his jaw and presses kisses up it to his ear, which he nibbles. "Fuck, Jeff your mouth," Jesse whimpers the praise.

"Jerk me off," Jeff says. Jesse rushes to obey, wrapping his hand around his cock. Jesse runs his fingers over it, exploring. "Good boy, nice and slow," he praises. Jesse whimpers and takes his time. He works over Jeff's cock until he leaks precum, then spreads it along his shaft. Jesse firms his grip and jerks him off, panting. Jeff kisses him again. Jesse grips his shoulder tight with his other hand, dragging him closer. Jeff keeps kissing him and rubs Jesse's hipbone with his thumb. Jesse whimpers. Jeff backs up onto the bed and Jesse follows, knee-walking. Jeff gently turns Jesse onto his back, supporting himself over him and moving his hips lazily into his grip. Jesse whimpers and Jeff eases his hand up his side, going under his shirt. Jesse kisses him desperately, gasping when he rubs a thumb against his nipple. Jesse rocks against him, getting hard again. "Good boy," Jeff murmurs, lapping at Jesse's neck. "Good boy, getting hard for me."

"Alpha," Jesse sobs out. Jeff grins into his neck and Jesse's rhythm falters. "God, I want," Jesse gasps.

"What do you want, baby?" Jesse lets his cock go and works his shorts off. Jeff looks down, shocked, even as his cock jumps. Jesse coaxes him between his legs and Jeff's hips twitch into his warmth. Jesse takes his cock in his hand again and pulls him between his thighs. Jeff understands when Jesse closes them. "You want this," Jeff asks, planting his palms next to Jesse's shoulders.

"Yeah," Jesse breathes. "Want to feel you," he begs. Jeff smiles and rocks between his thighs. Jesse pulls him closer and kisses him desperately.

"Good boy," Jeff breathes. Jesse whimpers and hides his face in Jesse's shoulder. "No, sweetheart, wanna see that pretty face. Want to see just how good I'm making you feel." Jesse puts his head back, exposing his throat. Jeff laps at his skin and starts to thrust faster. Jesse whines and Jeff feels blindly down, wrapping his hand around Jesse's cock. He's thicker than Jeff is, but a little shorter. Still fits his hand nicely and Jeff jerks him off with lazy flicks of his wrist until Jesse is moaning and squirming.

"Alpha," Jesse whimpers. Jeff puts gentle teeth to his shoulder and Jesse rakes his nails down Jeff's back. "God, fuck!"

"Attaboy," Jeff praises. "So fucking good for me, so fucking pretty."

"Daddy," Jesse cries out. They both freeze and Jesse looks at him, eyes wide. Jeff takes a few seconds to process and Jesse hangs his head.

"Such a good boy for Daddy," Jeff growls out, making Jesse snap his head up and look at him, shocked. Jeff smirks and moves faster than before. Jesse starts making pathetic sounds that only urge him on. "Come on, baby, come on. Who's making you feel good?"

"Daddy," Jesse chokes out.

"Good boy, good fucking boy." Jesse arches and Jeff strokes him faster. Jesse whimpers and kisses him clumsily, sliding his tongue into Jeff's mouth and panting. Jeff twists his wrist, rubbing under Jesse's head. Jesse gasps, pulling back.

"Daddy, close," Jesse admits.

"Good. Cum for Daddy."

Jesse obeys with a moan. Jeff thrusts a few more times and follows him. They pant together, Jeff's arms shaking slightly with the effort it's taking to hold himself up. Jesse makes a content sound and pulls him down. Jeff blankets him. Jesse's thighs open until he's holding Jeff's hips with his knees.

"We're gonna need another shower," Jeff laughs.

"I like feeling your cum on me."

Jeff hums and looks at him, smiling. Jesse looks back, smiling dopily. Jeff leans down and kisses him gently. It builds slowly until they're making out passionately, licking into each other's mouths desperately. Jeff's cock is starting to thicken again. "God, fuck, seriously?"

"Fuck, Jesse," Jeff says, and ducks his head to mouthe up Jesse's throat, which he bares. He licks his skin and Jesse whimpers. Jeff rocks, dragging his cock against his skin.

"I can't get hard again," Jesse admits. "But fuck I wish I could."

"Yeah," Jeff pants out the short question. "Want me to get you off again, baby? Want me to coax another orgasm out of you, even after you humped my leg and came in my fist?" Jesse kisses him desperately. Jeff lets him suck on his tongue until he lightly skates his fingers down Jesse's side, making him release his mouth with a gasp.

Jeff pants and drags his cock against Jesse's skin.

"Fuck, wish I could get wet for you, Daddy," Jesse says, and Jeff's hips stutter. "Want you inside me." Jeff moans.

"Yeah? Want Daddy's cock in your hole, don't you?" Jesse nods, desperately, dragging his nails down Jeff's back. Jeff grunts and pushes himself up, getting on his knees so he can jerk himself off. Jesse whimpers, watching his hand. Jesse lifts his head and laps at his cock, making Jeff shudder and moan quietly. He threads his fingers through Jesse's hair. Jesse maneuvers him onto his back and gets between his legs, lapping and licking over his cock. Jeff hums and rocks his hips. "Making Daddy feel so good," Jeff praises. "Good boy." Jesse shudders and looks up, locking eyes as he swallows him down. Once he's in his throat, he swallows again, letting Jeff feel the constriction of his throat. He sucks gently, eyes going hazy. "Fuck, baby, you love that don't you," Jeff asks, awed. He rubs his thumb against Jesse's cheek, right above where his beard starts. "Love having a cock down your throat, Especially Daddy's." Jesse whimpers. "God, such a good fucking boy." Jesse shudders and pulls off, licking him with the broad flat of his tongue. Jeff stops him before he takes him in his mouth again. "Tell Daddy what you'd do if you could take him in a wet hole," Jeff growls.

Jesse whines beautifully. "Fuck, Daddy. I'd ride you, shove myself back on your cock." Jeff smirks.

"Bet you'd look fucking perfect doing it," he praises. Jesse's eyes glaze over and he pants.

"Would want you to bend me over whenever you wanted, take me." Jeff's breath stutters in his chest. "Just push me down until I was right where you wanted me, take yourself out and trace your cock along my hole, laughing at how wet I was already." Jeff shudders. "Want you to slide into me slowly, no matter how I beg and plead."

"Yeah? Want me to take my time with my good boy, even as he wants Daddy to rail him?"

"Yeah," Jesse whimpers. "Want you to fuck me so slowly and not let me touch myself so all I can feel is you." Jeff smirks and Jesse shudders. "Want you to speed up slowly until you're fucking pounding into me, telling me how tight I am, how good, how much you love my hole," Jesse slurs, lost in the fantasy. "Want to scream your name when you make me cum just from fucking me. Want you to slam in and cum, make me feel you fill me up." Jesse pants. "Want you to pull my panties up, make me feel you all day." Jeff hears the slip up and grabs Jesse's waist, sits up and drags him into his lap, making Jesse make a sound Jeff can only describe as a squeak.

"Yeah," Jeff asks. "Wanna wear panties for me, baby?" Jesse freezes on his lap. "It's alright, baby, you can tell Daddy." Jesse turns bright red but nods slightly. "What else do you wanna wear," he prods. Jesse moves his mouth but no sound comes out. "Maybe a pretty little skirt?" Jesse shudders on his lap and makes a delicious whine, making Jeff's cock twitch. "Yeah, maybe a pretty little skirt," he breathes. He laps at Jesse's neck. "Maybe have you not wear panties under it so I can bend you over whenever, fuck into that wet hole until I cum and pull out, letting my cum drip down your thighs." Jesse whimpers, nails scrabbling at Jeff's shoulders. He tilts Jeff's face up and licks into his mouth desperately. "Tell Daddy," Jeff whispers.

"Yeah, I want that Daddy," Jesse sobs finally. "Wanna touch you, wanna feel you, wanna have you pull my panties aside and fuck me while I'm in them and a short skirt," he hiccups, literal tears streaming down his face. "Want you to make me cum in them and then fill me so I'm wearing cum-filled panties all day."

Jeff moans and kisses him, hips jerking. Jeff cums between their bodies and moans, slowing. He pants against Jesse's mouth, shivering and spent. "So good for Daddy." He gently wipes Jesse's tears away. Jesse buries his face in his neck, sobbing. Jeff hums and rubs his back in gentle circles. "It's alright, Jesse, it's alright," he whispers. Jesse takes minutes to calm down and still hides his face in Jeff's skin. "Come out, baby, be a good boy." Jesse takes a second but pulls back, not meeting Jeff's eyes. Jeff holds Jesse's cheek and Jesse leans into it, sighing softly. "You're such a good boy," Jeff says earnestly. "So good for Daddy."

Jesse shudders. He's physically unable to get hard again, but he wants to.

"I'm gonna take care of you, baby," Jeff murmurs, rubbing his back. Jesse leans forward and kisses him slowly. Jesse soon pulls back and lays his cheek on Jeff's shoulder.

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Now come on, baby. Shower."

"Don't wanna."

"I know, baby. But we are both sweaty and gross and need one." Jesse grumbles but untangles himself, setting up another shower. Jeff steps behind him and touches Jesse's hips. Jesse leans back until his back is flush with Jeff's front. He turns his head and nudges his nose against Jeff's cheek. Jeff reaches and checks the water. He nudges the cold water knob until it's comfortable. "In, baby." Jesse reluctantly steps forward but Jeff follows. Jesse doesn't get a chance to grab the soap before Jeff does. Jeff works it between his hands before reaching for him. Jesse steps into his hands and Jeff washes him, making him melt. They clean up and dry off.

"Hey, is it ok if I stay here," Jeff asks. Jesse looks at him, surprised. "I'm too tired to drive home. I'll even stay on the couch if you want."

"You can stay in the bed," Jesse says. "Just uh, let me grab you some clothes." Jeff nods, smiling. Jesse grabs some for both of them. dresses himself, and hands Jeff the ones he'd grabbed for him. "I'm gonna do a load of laundry, want me to do your clothes?"

"Sure. Thanks."

Jeff gets dressed and turns down the covers, yawning. He picks a side and gets in, settling down. Jesse's soon back. He pauses before he gets in bed, getting on his side and facing Jeff. "Do you want me to call you Daddy like, all the time or is it cool if I call you Jeff sometimes?"

"I'd prefer it if you call me Jeff most of the time," Jeff says, stifling another yawn. "During sex is fine with me," he smiles. He puts his arm under the pillow, getting comfortable. "C'mere, Jesse," he murmurs, and Jesse inches closer. He rests his head in the crook of Jeff's neck and the man wraps a hand around his waist. Jesse presses close, humming. "Sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

"Ok," Jesse mumbles, closing his eyes.

Jesse wakes up and hums, rubbing his face. He can't believe that happened. Any of it, really, but mainly that Jeff actually stayed through his weirdness. He turns his head to look at him but Jeff is gone. His heart drops. He reaches out and touches the sheets. They're cold. His shoulders slump. Of course. He left as soon as he could. He sits up and sighs, resting his forearms on his knees. He hears pans clanking together and looks up, confused. He gets out of bed and walks to his kitchen in his shorts. Jeff is humming as he cooks eggs. "Morning, sleepyhead," Jeff calls without turning. "You didn't even budge when I got up," he says, turning and smiling.

"I'm a heavy sleeper," Jesse says, dazed. He steps close and gently touches Jeff's shoulder to make sure he's really there.

"Sorry, I don't know how you take 'em yet," Jeff says, putting scrambled eggs on a plate.

"This is fine."

"Good. I'm gonna warn you, eggs are about the best I can do. I cannot cook for the life of me."

"It's all good."

Jesse sits at his kitchen table and watches Jeff soak the pan and spatula he used. Then he sits across from him and eats with him.

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What If The National League Had A DH?

For a brief moment this winter, it seemed like the designated hitter might finally come to the National League. The MLB players union proposed the idea to the commissioner’s office as part of broader negotiations, but last month Rob Manfred pumped the brakes. Adding the universal DH was not part of the agreement between the union and owners reportedly reached Wednesday. The leagues will keep their different rules for now, even if there is a growing sense that the DH’s arrival in the NL is inevitable.

As MLB continues to debate its rules, we wanted to quantify what a universal DH would mean for the game. So we looked to the American League, where they’ve been playing with a DH since 1973, not entertaining double-switches and skipping the added layer of decision-making regarding when to pull the starting pitcher. When we rummaged through the data, something surprising emerged: The NL already looks a whole lot like the AL.

What would a universal DH mean for offensive production?

The DH’s most obvious effect is that with it, pitchers don’t have to bat. It’s a baseball truism that pitchers are terrible at the plate, but throughout baseball history, they’ve gradually gotten worse. They are now historically bad.

We can measure pitchers’ offensive production using a stat called weighted runs created plus, or wRC+.1 While most positions have been producing more or less the same amount of offense over the course of major league history,2 pitchers keep declining. Last season, pitchers broke the previous year’s mark for offensive ineptness, combining for a record-low wRC+ of -25, meaning they were 125 percent worse than a league-average hitter.

Unsurprisingly, DHs are better at the plate. Over the past three years, DHs have averaged a wRC+ of 109. So it’s natural to assume that the league that employs a designated hitter would score more than the league that instead uses pitchers as batters. And the AL has historically seen more runs per game. But recently, the difference in run scoring between the two leagues has shrunk.

Overall, AL teams have combined to average 4.59 runs per game over the past three years, while NL teams have averaged 4.46 runs per game. From 1994 to 2003, the peak of the so-called Steroids Era, the AL advantage in runs per game averaged 0.37. Over the past four years, the advantage has been 0.12 runs.

Pitchers are already batting less often

That pitchers bat in the NL is always going to handicap teams’ ability to score, given how bad pitchers are. But pitchers are getting fewer opportunities to be automatic outs. The innings logged by starting pitchers continue to decline, and NL pitchers combined for a record low total of plate appearances last season.

Would NL starters pitch more if there were a DH?

It’s easy to assume that because starting pitchers in the NL are sometimes pulled so pinch hitters can bat, they’d pitch for shorter stints than AL pitchers do. Yet starting pitchers in the NL actually worked deeper into games last season, and the leagues have been almost even in innings per start since 2000. Perhaps the predominant factors are the starting pitcher’s pitch count and how many times he’s worked through the opposing order.

How would NL teams fill the DH position?

In adding the DH, NL teams would be presented with essentially two choices: Fill the spot with an offense-first player who fits in the lineup daily, or use the spot to rotate and rest players, enhancing roster versatility and building a deeper bench.

In the AL, teams largely employ players whose prime responsibility is to be DH. In each of the past three seasons, there were at least 12 AL teams with a player who made at least 50 percent of his 350-plus plate appearances as a DH.

One factor that could be a part of the union’s eagerness to add the DH to the NL is the hope for additional higher-paying jobs. The designated hitter is, per player, the highest-paid positional group in baseball. Adding a full-time DH, as many AL teams employ, might mean better-paying jobs if the DH could replace a cheaper-salaried, end-of-the-bench position.

Moreover, the DH would likely help some 30-and-older free agents find jobs — an issue in recent offseasons. If an aging player is losing defensive ability but can still hit, the DH offers another way to get in the lineup.

As for the trickle-down effect on the rest of the roster, AL teams have combined to average 387.7 pitchers used per season over the past six years. NL teams? 383.7. So while adding the DH might eliminate an end-of-bench utility position, it may not have much effect on the number of pitchers used throughout a season.

What would the universal DH mean for pace of play?

Of course, any rule change can bring unintended consequences. Manfred has made hastening pace of play a focus, including reducing the number of trips to the mound and experimenting with a pitch clock this spring. But it’s unclear what kind of effect adding the DH would have on pace. The average number of seconds between pitches last year was 24.1, the second greatest lull of the pitch-tracking era.3 The two leagues weren’t that different: Pitchers in the NL took 23.9 seconds between pitches, while the AL pitchers took 24.3 seconds. But when pitchers batted, the game sped up. The time between pitches was 20.1 seconds last season when NL pitchers hit but 24.2 seconds when all other NL hitters were at bat.

But given what we know about how often pitchers bat, that doesn’t amount to much. There were 18,344 pitches thrown to pitchers last season, for a total of 20.9 hours saved between pitches over the course of a season compared with the pace of league-average pitcher-batter encounters. Nearly a full day of baseball! Except baseball is played on too many days for that time savings be noticeable. Spread over the course of an entire season, replacing pitcher at-bats with those from a DH would lead to a relatively small slowing of about a minute per game.

But adding the DH could add time savings if it were to reduce midinning pitching changes.

According to data provided to FiveThirtyEight by David Smith of Retrosheet, midinning changes added about 3 minutes and 15 seconds per game in 2018. But the NL had fewer midinning pitching changes last season (2,213) than the AL did (2,452).

Still, the overall net effect might be modest: The average length of a nine-inning game in the NL over the past three years was 181.7 minutes. In the AL, it was 182 minutes.

Would pitchers’ jobs get more difficult?

NL pitchers may have to work a bit harder if the DH arrives in the league. When a pitcher faces another pitcher, the velocity of his fastball tends to decline, which suggests that pitchers give themselves a bit of a breather. The average fastball velocity in the NL last season was 93.7 mph, but when pitchers batted, it was 92.8 mph. Moreover, the NL average for four-seam fastball usage was 39.1 percent last season, but when pitchers were batting, that share jumped to 51.8 percent — a record during the pitch-tracking era. That suggests pitchers are saving their breaking balls for tougher hitters.

Which NL players would benefit the most?

A DH would mean all sorts of possibilities for NL rosters — but what might they look like if teams could use the DH this season? We asked our friends at Out of the Park Baseball, a strategic simulation game, to run a simulation based on 2019 NL teams playing with and without the DH to find out which teams and players would most benefit. (The simulation was run before Bryce Harper agreed to terms with the Phillies.)

In the table below, you can see which player on each team would become the primary DH under the OOTP simulations and which player would gain the most plate appearances. Sometimes that player would be the DH, and sometimes he would be someone else because of the trickle-down effect of opportunity gained from adding the DH.

Which NL players would benefit from a DH in 2019?

Projected NL designated hitters and the players that would gain the most in plate appearances based on 100 simulations of the 2019 season by Out of the Park Baseball

Projected Team Primary DH Top gainer No. Plate Appearances Diamondbacks Christian Walker Christian Walker 295 Braves Johan Camargo Johan Camargo 343 Cubs Kyle Schwarber Albert Almora 395 Reds Jesse Winker Jesse Winker 264 Rockies Ryan McMahon Ryan McMahon 396 Dodgers Max Muncy Alex Verdugo 400 Marlins Pedro Alvarez Pedro Alvarez 280 Brewers Eric Thames Eric Thames 359 Mets Jeff McNeil Keon Broxton 488 Phillies Nick Williams Dylan Cozens 282 Pirates Jose Osuna Jose Osuna 557 Padres Franmil Reyes Hunter Renfroe 333 Giants Anthony Garcia Cameron Maybin 541 Cardinals Jose Martinez Jose Martinez 230 Nationals Ryan Zimmerman Ryan Zimmerman 400

Source: Out of the Park Baseball

Interestingly, the top would-be gainers in plate appearances on eight of 15 NL teams were below average (wRC+ 100) in offensive production in 2018. In the AL last season, 13 of 15 teams enjoyed above league-average production from the DH position. That means a number of NL teams could benefit from adding effective hitters, which could lead to more free-agent spending.

So, what does all this mean for the never-ending debate about what a universal DH would do to baseball? Proponents could look at all this and say, “What’s the big deal? The game would barely change! Why not officially standardize it?” Opponents, meanwhile, could look at all this and say, “What’s the big deal? The game is practically the same already! Why change it?” And perhaps that shows what the debate over the DH is really about: the culture of baseball. While the underlying evidence shows that the leagues are increasingly the same, the identities of them aren’t. Change the DH and a style of baseball would be gone forever. Even if the game itself might barely change.

from News About Sports https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/what-if-the-national-league-had-a-dh/

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