Toronto Blue Jays Imagines

Cavan x Bo - Jealousy

A/N: This is my first imagine for the Blue Jays boys and my first for this ship. If you enjoy it, please like and comment. If you have any requests or suggestions, feel free to send me a DM or leave a comment! :)

Cavan watched from the side of the bar as a pretty brunette woman giggled at Bo, who sat waiting at the table for Cavan to return with their drinks.

Bo smiled politely, but Cavan could tell he was a bit uncomfortable. He could also tell the woman was a fan – the way she'd excitedly come over to the table and started chatting with Bo instantly was a telltale sign.

"Here you are," the bartender said, sliding two drinks across to Cavan.

"Thanks," he said as he took them.

Bo said something to the girl which prompted her to dig around in her purse for a pen and paper.

Cavan frowned, watching the woman scribble something down – likely her number – and hand the paper to Bo.

Bo smiled slightly as he took the paper.

When the woman left, Cavan returned to the table. "Here. Sorry it took so long, they're pretty busy."

Bo smiled. "No problem, thanks."

"Though I guess you weren't bored while I was gone," Cavan mused quietly, taking a sip of his drink.

Bo shrugged. "A fan came over and started chatting with me. She seemed nice."

"Yeah, she seemed really invested in the conversation." He couldn't stop the bitterness from coming through in his voice.

Bo narrowed his eyes slightly. "What was I supposed to do? I can't be rude and just send fans away, you know that."

"I know. But did you have to take her number?" Cavan asked with a frown. He knew he was being stupid and jealous, but he couldn't help it. H just loved Bo so much and hated thinking of anyone else with him.

"You know I'm never going to call her," Bo said with a shrug.

"I know." Cavan sighed. "But why'd she think you'd even want it?"

"How should I know?" Bo asked with an irritated sigh.

Cavan frowned and took another drink

"Wait," Bo said, leaning closer to Cavan across the table, "are you jealous?"

Cavan scoffed but said nothing. He stared down at his drink, cheeks heating up.

"Cav," Bo said gently. "You have nothing to be jealous about. Seriously, nothing happened except a fan trying to make an advance—which I declined. I signed her phone case and then she asked if I'd have a drink with her. I said I was here with you, so she gave me her number and said maybe another time. I didn't lead her on and I plan on throwing her number out."

Cavan nodded slightly and avoided Bo's eyes.

"I'm serious, Cav. You have nothing to worry about. You know why?"

"Why?" he asked after a moment and looked up.

Bo lowered his voice so only Cavan could hear him. "Because you're the only one for me."

A faint smile pulled on Cavan's lips. "I'm sorry. I guess sometimes I still can't believe that we... that you're with someone like me."

"You mean someone who's kind, talented, fun-loving, ambitious, and incredibly cute?" Bo smiled. "Yeah, I can't believe I got so lucky either."

Cavan's smile widened. He glanced around nervously, making sure no one was listening. "You're the best, you know that?"

Bo shrugged and smiled. "I try."

"I'm sorry I got so jealous," Cavan muttered.

"Don't be. It happens. I'm just glad you talked to me about it. You know you can always tell me anything."

"I know. The same goes for you."

Bo smiled and held up his glass.

Cavan clinked his drink against Bo's and mouthed "love you."

Bo smiled widely. "You too, Cav. Always."