Forever - Christian Yelich

They Can Wait.

Brooklyn~ 

I wake up to my alarm blaring in my ear. God, I hate early mornings. I love my job, but seriously these early mornings are not it. I get up and get all of the bags ready to go at the door. I hear knocking at my front door and see Christian standing there looking just as tired. I open the door and he gives me small smile. 

"Morning," I say as he comes in and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"Why aren't you dressed yet? We have to leave soon," he chuckles and follows me to my room. 

"I just woke up. I went to bed late," I say throwing on a random Brewers shirt. 

He shakes his head and laughs as I put on some running shoes. "Don't forget your phone," he says as I exit my room but quickly turn around and retrieve my phone from his hands. 

"Thank you," I say and kiss him. "Ready?" I ask and he nods hugging me. 

"Hey, thanks again for watching the kids. They told us they really enjoyed it and hope you can watch them again soon," Ryan tells us as we wait on the tarmac before boarding the plane. "It's no problem. You know we both love them," I say and give Ryan a side hug. 

I lean back into Christian, "Mornings still not your favorite?" Ryan asks me. "Yeah, not my favorite. Don't think they ever will be." They both laugh as we head up the stairs and board the plane. 

"Atlanta and Miami?" I ask Christian and he nods. "Okay. Yeah, I'm gonna go to sleep now," I say and he chuckles as I rest my head on his arm.

"Why are you running around your office like a chicken with its head cut off?" Christian asks me and I turn around and roll my eyes. 

"Haha. I'm the only one this trip so it's double the work and I didn't realize how much shit I actually have to do until game time which is in an hour and a half," I say as I grab supplies and bring them out into the small training room. 

"You'll get through it, I promise," he says and kisses the side of my head. 

"Shouldn't you be out hitting bp or throwing around?" 

"Probably, but I didn't see you out in the dugout so I thought I would come see what's up," he tells me and sits on one of the beds. "How is your day going?" he asks. 

"Besides busy, pretty normal. I mean I wish I wasn't the only one for the week but it's whatever," I say and shrug it off. It's like I do my job more than Scott and I'm only the assistant athletic trainer. It's whatever. I'm not gonna try to fight it. "Does he know how much work he puts on you?"

I look at him and think about it, "I don't know. I mean I love my job, there's no doubt in that and if I have to stay the assistant trainer to stay at the Brewers, I will." He smiles and kisses me. "We should get out there," I say as he still tries to kiss me. "They're fine. They can wait," he says and picks me up, and walks over to the office. "You are so lucky that door has a lock," I say and he laughs and turns the lock. God, I hope nobody comes in because I will so fucking embarrassed. 

He sets me down on the desk and unbuttons my pants and lets his hands roam around my body, "Did you think this would happen when you came down here?" I ask as he lifts up my shirt and throws it onto the chair. 

"Nope," he says almost out of breath. 

He pulls my pants along with my underwear down my legs as he finally gains access to my sweet spot. He pulls me toward the edge of the desk and positions himself and start letting him do his thing. God, this never gets old, holy crap. He's almost too good at this. I quietly moan into his neck as I continue to softly kiss it, trying not to make any noticeable marks. I run my hands through his hair as he gently pulls on my ponytail making my head tip back.

He lifts me off of the desk and presses me up to one of the walls, "Fuck, Christian," I say trying not to be overly loud. 

"I'm right there with you," he says out of breath. This is one thing I know for sure that we are good at. 

"Fuck," Christian says quietly and thrusts into me a few more times before letting me down, completely out of breath. 

He grabs a towel and launches it at me, "Thank you," I say and try to clean myself up the best I could and as fast as I could because now we've spent about 15 minutes doing that. 

I pull my bottoms back up and get situated again. "Do I look like we just fucked?" I ask him and laugh. 

"I mean you're a little red and your hair is a little loose," he says as he gets his uniform back on. "What about me?"

I go over to him and fix his hair. I mean it'll literally get covered up in a few minutes but shit just in case. I go over my clothes hoping there is no evidence that we totally just fucked in this office that is not mine. Never thought I would do that, but here we are. 

"I'll meet you out there. If I go out now, they, most likely Ryan, are going to know something is up because I am out of breath," he says and laughs. "I'll see you out there," he says he kisses me one more time before leaving the office and heading back to the field. 

I guess we both needed that. I drink some of my water hoping the redness in my face will go down before I go out to the field. I really don't need the guys' questioning me, especially Ryan. 

"How's my favorite trainer," Ryan says coming up to me and slings an arm around me. Oh, if only he knew what just happened less than 10 minutes ago. 

"I'm doing really good. What's up?" Oh, Ryan, if only I could tell you how amazing I am actually doing.

"Well, I was wondering what Yeli was doing back there. He was supposed to be throwing around with Lo and I, but we never saw him after bp," he tells me and I try to keep a straight face but it honestly isn't working. 

"He just wanted to see where I was since I wasn't out here yet." I mean it's not like I'm lying to him. Christian comes back into the dugout and we make eye contact but I hold my poker face when I see Ryan turn to me again. 

"Why are you out of breath?" he asks and I furrow my brow. "What do you mean? I mean I jogged from the trainer's room to here. But, I wouldn't say I'm out of breath," yeah like he'll totally believe that, "mhm. That's it?"

"Yes, Ryan, that's it," I say not trying to smile too hard. I mean he knows me too well. I'm honestly surprised he's not trying any harder at this. I walk over to Christian as Lo started talking to Ryan, "I think he's onto us," I say pretending like I'm busy with something.

Christian looks down at me and laughs, "He'll figure it out at some point. He knows both of us too well to just think we were talking," I say and laugh. "You're right."

Ryan comes in between us, "Don't act like I don't know what just happened back there. I will never let you two live this down. Because, your hair is a mess," he points to Christian, "and you are out of breath. We both know that you did not sprint from that office to the field, because we still have 30 minutes until the game starts. Also, please tell me that door has a lock," he whispers to us and Christian and I look like to bright tomatoes. We both nod and watch as he shakes his head and goes up the stairs to the field. Christian and I look at each other and start immediately laughing. I love both of them so much. There's never a dull moment between the three of us.