The Jealous Backup (Ab/Dl)

          Clyde's Pov:
I can't believe it. We won our first game. I look up at the crowded stadium as my focused face slowly turned to one of pure joy. I try to hold in happy laughter as I ran to the dugout. My whole body was exhausted but I felt full of energy. Some of the older teammates looked at me with weirded out faces... and I especially tried to avoid looking at Connor, but, most everyone else seemed okay with my energy.
I high-five coach, who laughs in excitement. "See kid? I told you, you are a gifted catcher! This was easy as pie for you." He slaps my back and gives me a thumbs up.
"Thank you sir!!" I grin at him and go to my bag. I begin to take off all my gear, setting it in a large black duffel bag. I grab a towel from it and wiped off my face. I swear so much during that game, it was easy, but I worked my butt off out there!
After a typical team critique where we all sit and say what we need to do better and what went well, I returned to the dugout to grab the rest of my stuff.
"Heyyyy Clyde~." I look up to see Connor and Moose standing over me with smug looks.
I swallow air and could already feel sweat coming back to me. My heart began to skip beats, my stomach felt empty but heavy, and air was clogging my throat. "M-Mm?" I made a simple noise in response and stare at his intense eyes. I forgot about... all of this. I took away the position of one of the most successful catchers of all time. There is no way he's going to put up with this... he's going to beat me up, kill me... maybe even torture me!
"Nice job out there." ... What? I took a few seconds to think over his words. Did he just compliment me?! The Connor Kruzer?! And he's being nice to me?! Am I even worthy?! Did I do a good job?! Did I play hard enough?!
"Ah- thank you." I give him an awkward grin in response. I didn't know what else to say! This can't be real!... wait... that's right. This can't be real. There is no way this is real. What is he up to? Is he planning to trick me so he can break my legs so I can never catch again?! I bet that's what's up.
"You did so good, I think you should definitely come to my place after that. We could have a few drinks maybe to celebrate your victory, what do you say?" He smirks down at me as Moose covers his mouth and snickered. Am I for real getting invited to my idol's house?!
"Of course! I'd love to go Mr. Connor- I mean uh-uh Mr. Kruzer sir!" I smile up at him- wait! Damnit this is a trick!! Why do I keep letting my likes of him get in the way?!
"Ah, perfect. Can you drive yourself if I give you the address?" He takes out his phone and opened up the messenger app.
"Actually- I came here with my friend... so he's kinda my ride- I don't wanna burden you so maybe I should actually just go home..." I mumble and grin awkwardly.
Connor stares at me for a moment before laughing. "Dont be ridiculous. Why would I not want to drive the starting catcher of the Emperors? Think of how much of an honor it is." He pats my head and chuckles. I stare up at him. Was he implying his own fame and trying to belittle me or was he being envious? I really couldn't tell.... almost the whole team had already packed up and left, and a lot of the stadium was gone. I stare at him and shiver. There was no getting out of this one...
     "Uhm... yeah, right." I nod. He grabs onto my bag and smiles.
     "Good then. I'll drive you, and Moose will follow behind." We made our way into our special parking lot, where he loads my bags and his into the trunk of his small fancy sports car. When I say fancy, I mean this was an electric car with a screen in the front and everything! I stare at it for a bit in amazement.
     "Are you getting in or not?!" Connor snaps a bit. He was already sitting in the driver's seat, glaring at me impatiently. Oh yeah, I forgot how rough he can be.
     "Oh- sorry." I nod and sit into the passenger seat. I quickly text Pete and tell him I probably won't be home until late. As I was about to reach for my seatbelt, Connor grabs onto it and buckles me in.
     "There... now, traffic is pretty crowded, but I live fairly close. This should take... maybe 15 minutes?" He starts then car and turns the radio up loud. He waves to a fairly beat up grey truck, and pulled out of the parking lot. Moose follows behind us in his beat up truck... wait- why does he have such a beat up truck if he's probably got a bit of money? Already on my contract for this team I'm getting more money than a lot of other jobs can provide. Why would he choose such a run down truck, especially when living in the city? I decided not to ask and I just sat there awkwardly, staring out the window and avoiding eye contact with Connor. How did I get myself into such a mess?
The rest of the ride went with Connor singing along to music, I could see a smile form on his face a few times, but not a good one. Almost like a villain trying to contain their excitement in a movie.
     We finally arrived at his house and stepped out of his car. "Woah..." I stare up at his relatively large house. "You don't share it?"
      Connor stared at me for a few seconds. "Um... no? Moose will be here in a bit he went to the store." He grabs onto his own bags as I grabbed mine, and we went inside. His house was pretty clean, but there were posters all over the wall of other older famous baseball players, and other display items like jerseys and gloves.
     "You have a lot of stuff." I smile and look around as we head to the living room.
     "You're sure talking a lot." He glares at me for a second before setting his stuff down. "I mean- you should probably shower. I bet you're drenched in sweat after that game." He speaks behind his teeth... he was definitely mad at me, but I'm not sure why he's trying to be nice too? It's super scary...
     "Oh... right." I smile nervously and nod. He points to his bathroom and I quickly go in. "I... didn't bring extra clothes..." I mumble to myself and sigh. Almost like on cue, Connor knocks on the door and slips one of his black sleep shirts, boxers, and sweats under the door. I could feel a ton of blush rushing to my face. He gave me his clothes- I'M GONNA WEAR HIS CLOTHES!!! "Thanks." I manages to say with a small smile before shutting the door again. The last thing I could make out of what he said was 'you won't need them for long' or something like that. Oh well.
     I step into the shower and smile as the heat and lovely water pressure touch my body. I make it fast, because I didn't want to make the other two wait. Connor was being so nice to me! And I'm his guest... no matter if this is suspicious or not, I gotta be a good guest.
     I step out and wrap a towel around myself, drying off quickly and slipping on the clothes. Surprisingly enough, they were only about half a size too big. I sometimes fit into XL clothes, but I tend to stick with large. I smile and look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing his clothes- they even kinda smelled like him! I wonder if this is how she felt wearing my clothes... no. She hated everything about me always...
     After one last look I took a deep breath and stepped out the door.
     "Hey." Moose says with a smirk. They were currently sitting on the ground with a bunch of stuff around them. I took a few steps forward and felt my whole body wobble.
     "Wh-what?" My eyes went wide as I shook my head.
     "What's wrong?" Connor laughs... he had my pacifier swinging around his finger. "You look so scared, you little baby." He then looks at Moose. "Maybe the baby will feel better once we change him." They each laugh hysterically.
     I was practically paralyzed in fear. Moose walked over and lifted me up, laying me down on the couch, which now had a changing mat on top of it.
     "N-no..." I sniffle and shake my head. I was just so terrified right now... I needed help but the only person I could ask is Pete.
     "Yes. Moose, hold him down. I'll change him." Connor gets up over me and pulls down the sweat pants and then the boxers. I look away and hiccup with small cries. He stares down at me for a moment before slipping the pacifier in my mouth. "Now now, we don't want crying babies, so we?" He laughs and quickly and weirdly skillfully puts the diaper on me.
      "Can we put a baby shirt on him too?!" Moose asks with a big, goofy grin.
     "Hmm..." Connor looks down at my helpless self with a threatening smile. "Nah... this shirt is fine."
     I gulp and try not to look at myself..... this is gonna be a living hell.....

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Hey, I won't be uploading as frequently anymore, but here's the next chapter! Happy New Year!