MLB Imagines

Eric Hosmer & Mike Moustakas (KC Royals)

Eric, Mike, & Liv

"Can I talk to you, B?" I asked my twin brother, Brandon Finnegan.

"Yeah, what's up?"

He was sitting at the island in our kitchen, stuffing his face with carrots. I sat down across from him and took a deep breath, ready to lay my feelings out.

"You know Eric and Moose, right?"

He ruffled his eyebrows. "They're my teammates, Liv."

"Okay well I like both of them. I just wanted to ask you what you think about that," I explained.

"Well this is news to me. Anyway, if you're serious about both of them and you need my help deciding, I say go with Mike. Eric is known around the clubhouse as a whore, and I want you as far away from that as possible. Mike is nice from what I can tell, so I'd be okay with you and him. But seriously, they are best friends. So be careful."

...

Two weeks later, Mike and I were officially a couple, much to Eric's dismay. Brandon went to go visit a friend of his from college, leaving the apartment to me. Of course, I invited Mike over, because he and I hadn't been alone since we became girlfriend and boyfriend.

"Let's not even talk," he said hungrily as he walked through the door, picking me up and carrying me to my room.

He threw me down on the bed and immediately started taking off his clothes. I did the same so we were naked at the same time. Without any type of foreplay, he went straight in. I squirmed due to his size, but it felt good in no time.

"I've never known a guy to get hard so fast," I mumbled which made him laugh and fall on top of me.

"You're great at talking dirty, Liv," he smiled.

Before he could pick himself back up, my bedroom door flew open with Eric standing in the threshold. Mike snatched the covers over both of us.

"What the fuck are you doing here, man?" Mike yelled.

"Brandon gave me a spare key to come check on the place when Liv was at work. Or should be at work," he said.

"My car is outside, Eric! Why would you come into my room anyway?" I said, getting mad.

"I heard noises. I wasn't sure if you needed help or not so I came b-back here," he stuttered, realizing he was in the wrong.

"I'll be back. Eric, you better be gone when I get back," Mike growled, getting out of bed and walking totally naked down the hallway to the bathroom.

Eric walked over to me and sat down on the edge of the bed. He immediately leaned in and grabbed the back of my head, making me kiss him. I wanted to pull away, but it was like my body didn't want me to. He reached a hand down to my naked lower body and inserted two fingers, making me shiver. Was I really doing this when my boyfriend was down the hall?

I pulled away as soon as Brandon walked in. Shit.

"Brandon?" I exclaimed, pulling the covers over my chest.

He looked back and forth from me to Eric, then back at Mike when he heard the bathroom door open. Thankfully, a towel was wrapped around his waist, but it was still obvious what had occurred.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

After a very long explanation and some begging, Brandon was calm and agreed to let Mike and I stay together, as long as I promised to never let him be naked in our apartment again. Eric and I decided to act like the touching never happened, but I always noticed the side looks and winks he gave me when Mike wasn't looking.