#Sale/Brianne/Porcello

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Sale/Brianne/Porcello: We Ain’t No Everyday Lovers

To make a long story short, I started out writing a Sale/Porcello fic abut Rick visiting Chris after finding out he needs Tommy John surgery.

I somehow ended up writing about Chris, his wife, and Rick all being together.

I may or may not edit this and put it on AO3 at a later date.

Summary, warnings, etc. under the read more.

Summary: When she walked in earlier and she saw Chris practically sleeping in Rick’s arms, she knew. When they talked while fixing dinner together, Brianne knew in her heart how much Rick loved Chris. She rightfully assumed that her husband had mutual feelings. As her eyes meet Porcello’s, she’s pretty sure that she’s in love with him, too. 

Warnings: Polyamory. Talks of future pegging. (Everything else here includes sex acts that I don’t normally add tags for).

***

Even though they’re not teammates anymore, Rick is still his go-to person to talk baseball stuff with. He calls him to tell him about opting for surgery so that he doesn’t find out from the press. Chris could also use some encouragement from the best and kindest man that he knows. Porcello always knows the right thing to say when Sales has his rare self-deprecating moments. Chris admits that he’s a little scared that his arm won’t be the same post-surgery, but Rick assures him that he’ll be able to return to form.

Chris sighs. “But what if I’m not as good as before? It’s possible that I’m never that Chris Sale again.”

“You’re the best pitcher I’ve ever been around, Chris. If anyone can come back and be even better than they were before, it’s you. Your work ethic and your talent are unrivaled. I have all the faith in the world in you,” Rick tells him.

“I just feel like such a let down to everybody,” Chris says.

“You’re not letting anyone down. You’re an athlete who got injured, it happens every day. It was through no fault of your own. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Rick responds.

“You’re always my voice of reason,” Chris realizes.

“I’m still in Florida, you know. I never went home once spring training ended, so I’m only a few hours away from you . . . ”

***

“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you,” Chris says as he hugs Rick.

“I know you’ve missed my pretty face,” Rick jokes.

“You come bearing gifts, too? You trying to get into my wife’s good graces by bringing wine?” Chris teases.

“I may or may not have bought organic just for her,” Rick replies.

“She’s dropping off the kids with my parents since it will be too chaotic having them around here after my surgery. She should be back soon,” Chris tells him.

***

After they start watching a documentary on Netflix, Chris eventually falls asleep with his head on Rick’s shoulder. He grabs a blanket to cover them both with and he idly runs his fingers through Sale’s hair. He assumes that Chris probably hasn’t slept well the last few days, so he’s glad that he’s finally allowing himself to rest. Rick smiles when Brianne makes it back home. She gives him a genuine smile back and she tells him that she’s glad to see him. She notices Chris sleeping and she mentions that she doesn’t think he has gotten more than a few hours the past few nights. 

“I roll over at 3 AM and he still looks wide awake. I caught him watching film at like 4 AM two nights ago. I’m so happy you’re here. Maybe you can talk some sense into him,” Brianne says.

“He’s just stressed out and a little scared. He’ll be back to himself in no time,” Rick assures her.

***

Chris wakes up to the strong smell of Italian food cooking. His stomach growls and he realizes that he doesn’t remember the last time he ate. He stretches as he gets off the couch and walks into the kitchen. There’s music playing while Rick and Brianne are talking and chopping up vegetables together. It’s not news to him how well his wife and his best friend get along, but he can’t help smiling as he watches them interact. He asks them if there’s anything he can do to help, but they tell him they’re almost done. Chris decides to set the table and he takes out the corkscrew to open the wine with.

“Do you mind keeping an eye on the sauce while I go talk to Chris upstairs for a few minutes?” Brianne asks.

“Go ahead, I got it,” Rick replies.

***

“He loves you, you know,” Brianne points out.

“Yeah, I know. He’s great,” Chris agrees.

“I mean, he loves you like I do. I can tell by the way he talks about you,” Brianne clarifies.

Chris blushes. “Oh. Are you mad?”

“I would’ve kicked him out if I was mad. I just want to know how you feel about him. You can be honest with me, Chris,” Brianne says.

“I’ve never done anything with him. I would never do that to you,” Chris answers.

“Of course not. I wasn’t accusing you of anything. It’s just that I could understand if you love him back,” Brianne explains.

“I honestly try not to think about my feelings for him too much,” Chris admits.

“Whatever you feel is ok,” Brianne assures him.

***

“This wine is amazing,” Brianne compliments.

“I have like two more bottles for you in my car,” Rick tells her.

“Wow, thank you. That was really thoughtful of you,” Brianne comments.

“He buys you wine and he shows up empty handed for me,” Chris jokes.

“Is my presence not enough for you?” Rick quips.

They finish off the bottle of wine and they take their time eating their dinner. Chris can’t remember the last time he laughed and smiled so much. Rick offers to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. Brianne reminds him that he’s a guest and that he has already been kind enough by cooking for them. He explains that he’s used to cleaning up the kitchen and that it’s truly not much of a chore to him. Rick gathers their plates, wine glasses, and utensils before Brianne can stop him. She just laughs and shakes her head at his stubbornness.

“How do you ever win arguments with him?” Brianne wonders.

Chris laughs. “I don’t.”

***

Brianne kisses Rick on the cheek. “Please take care of him for me. You can give him whatever he wants.”

“Are you . . . ”

“Giving you the go ahead? Yeah. He needs you right now,” Brianne whispers directly into his ear.

***

As Rick rinses off the last dish, he feels Chris wraps his arms around him from behind. He slowly brushes his lips against the back of Porcello’s neck and it makes him shiver. The tension between them has always been so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Two noble men can finally allow themselves to feel without guilt or shame. When Rick turns around and their eyes meet, Chris immediately brings their lips together. The kiss is both soft and passionate. It’s full of want and need, there’s a hunger that Sale didn’t even really realize he felt.

“Are you sure you want this?” Rick whispers against his lips.

Chris nods. “Yes. I want you to fuck me.”

“Has anyone ever . . . ”

“No, you’ll be my first,” Chris tells him.

***

Rick puts his hand over Sale’s mouth. “Shh, your wife is upstairs.”

“I wish she were down here,” Chris moans.

“You want her to see you like this? All spread out and full of cock?” Rick asks.

Chris bites his lip. “She’s a dominant little thing, she might like it.”

***

“This is giving me all kinds of strap-on ideas,” Brianne says.

Rick smirks. “You hear that? Your pretty little wife wants to fuck you, too.”

“You’ll have to teach me how to make him moan like this. He’s being so good for you,” Brianne comments.

It’s almost too much having Rick and Brianne talk about him so explicitly. Porcello digs his nails into Sale’s thigh as he starts fucking him harder. Brianne sneaks her small hand in between Chris and Rick’s body and she wraps it around Chris’ dick. She strokes him with the same rhythm of Rick’s thrusts. Chris never imagined that being with his wife and his best friend could be like this. He hears them whisper some of the things they want to do to him “next time” and his orgasm catches him off guard. His entire body shivers as he covers Brianne’s fist with cum. Rick gingerly pulls out and he checks to make sure that Sale is ok.

“I’ve never been better,” Chris replies.

Brianne kisses Chris. “I had no idea that you and Rick would look so fucking hot together. You made me so wet.”

He looks down and there’s a damp spot on the crotch of her red panties. The only other thing she’s wearing is a tank top with no bra underneath it. Chris pulls her on top of him and he slowly slides down the straps to her top. When her breasts are free, he palms them in his huge hands before taking his time sucking on her nipples. The little moans that escape her mouth make Sale’s cock twitch. When she tries to stick her hand in her panties, Chris gently bats her hand away. He tells her that there’s no need to touch herself when she has two guys that want to please her.

“Rick showed me how good he is with his mouth earlier. Want to find out for yourself?” Chris asks.

“Yes, please!” Brianne begs.

Brianne can’t remember the last time that she was intimately touched by a man other than Chris. Rick slides in between her legs and he gives her a few teasing touches over her thong. He softly massages the inside of her thighs with his fingers before kissing those same spots. She places her hands behind Rick’s head as she continues begging for his mouth. He slips her panties to the side and he licks his lips. He briefly turns toward Chris to tell him how pretty his wife’s pussy is. He spreads her lips before he finally licks her clit. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as he continues eating her out. Rick doesn’t mind his face being messy and it feels like he doesn’t have to come up for air.

“Good, isn’t he?” Chris whispers.

“Good is an understatement. He’s gonna make me cum soon,” Brianne says between moans.

Chris looks impressed. “Shit. Already? You have to teach me how to get her off this quickly.”

Brianne’s so wet that Rick’s fingers slip out while he’s fucking her. Just a little while ago, he was using the very same fingers to prep Chris. Just like her husband, Brianne’s enjoying his big, talented hands. He strokes her g-spot at the same time he sucks on her clit and that’s all she needs. She calls out Rick’s name as she shudders on his fingers. He continues touching her g-spot and it makes he cum again. She gently pushes his hand away when the overstimulation gets to be too much for her. Chris kisses her softly and he strokes her hair as she comes down from her orgasm.

“I think I literally saw stars,” Brianne eventually says.

Chris laughs. “He had that effect on me, too.”

“Baby, look. Rick’s still hard. I think we should help him out with that,” Brianne mentions.

“What do you have in mind?” Chris wants to know.

“Let’s blow him, together,” Brianne suggests.

They crawl between Rick’s spread legs. Brianne wraps her hand around the base of Rick’s cock before she starts sucking on the tip. She tells Chris to take his time once it’s his turn since he hasn’t given a blow job since college. While Sale is slowly working on taking more, Brianne massages Rick’s balls. The shaky moan that Porcello makes is music to their ears. He has a death grip on the couch cushions as he does his best not to thrust into Chris’ mouth. Rick doesn’t want to make him choke, so he has to force himself to calm down a little bit. He tells Chris how good of a job that he’s doing as he runs his fingers through his hair.

Brianne caresses Sale’s cheek. “You’ve missed having a cock in your mouth, haven’t you?”

It’s a rhetorical question because they all know the answer, of course. Chris’ jaw is slightly sore, but he doesn’t slow down. After everything his two favorite people have done for him tonight, he wants to show them how much he appreciates it. He has loved the woman next to him since the moment he met her. He’s not sure when he fell for Rick, but it was effortless and it has been for a few years now. Brianne coaches Chris on his breathing and she gives him some direction. She slips one of the couch cushions underneath his knees to give him more support.

“Look at our boy. He’s a natural,” Brianne says with pride.

Brianne’s use of “our” doesn’t go unnoticed by either man. When she walked in earlier and she saw Chris practically sleeping in Rick’s arms, she knew. When they talked while fixing dinner together, Brianne knew in her heart how much Rick loved Chris. She rightfully assumed that her husband had mutual feelings. As her eyes meet Porcello’s, she’s pretty sure that she’s in love with him, too. Since Sale has everything under control now, she moves onto the couch next to Rick. She can taste herself on Rick’s tongue as she leans in to kiss him. He tucks a blonde tress behind her ear as their kiss deepens. Sale has the perfect view of them and he has never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Are you close?” Brianne softly asks.

“Yes,” Rick answers.

“You might want to finish him off with your hands, babe,” Brianne advises.

Chris follows his wife’s advice. He uses both of his fists to jerk Rick off with. It doesn’t take long for him to cum. Before Sale can wipe his hands off, Brianne decides to lick his fingers clean. She doesn’t swallow before she kisses Chris. They both moan as their kiss gets sticky and messy. Rick watches them eagerly share his cum and it’s hotter than it has any right to be. They join him on the couch, Brianne on one side and Chris on the other. Porcello grabs the blanket that he and Chris used earlier to cover themselves up with. He wraps an arm around both of them and they all sigh in contentment.

“We’d probably be a lot more comfortable in our bed,” Brianne remarks.

“Yeah, but that’s too far,” Chris says.

Rick kisses him on the forehead. “I’ll carry you.”

***

“I don’t want you to leave us in the morning,” Brianne tells him.

“Who says I have to?” Rick responds.

Brianne nervously bites her lip. “I just thought you might not be interested in this being a thing with all three of us, you know?”

“I don’t want you to ever think that I’m trying to take Chris away from you. I love him, but I love you, too. You’re a package deal to me,” Rick explains.

Chris is asleep, so he’s completely oblivious to the conversation going on between his wife and his best friend. Before Brianne gets under the covers to snuggle Chris, she leans across him to kiss Rick good night. None of them really know the logistics of how things will work once baseball season resumes, but that’s a problem for another day. For now, they’ll fall asleep peacefully in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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Just drunk Rick being adorably affectionate with the Sale family during the parade.

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Sale/Porcello Ficlets

Here’s a collection of all of my Sale/Porcello ficlets that I’ve written so far.

I plan to keep this list updated like I do with my various Fanfic Masterposts. I haven’t figured out a tag to use for my ficlets yet (other than ‘ficlets’). So for every pairing that I’ve written ficlets for, there will be a post listing all of the ficlets that I’ve written for that ship. This will hopefully make it easier for you (and for me tbh) to find my ficlets on my blog!

A Breath Away From Heartache: Rick knows that being gay and in the mob is risky. He knows that it’s even riskier to date one of his associates. It doesn’t stop him though.

Pretty In Pink: Chris sends Rick a birthday present with these instructions: Don’t unwrap this until I call and tell you to open it.

Another Try: I found the ring when I was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense.

I Don't Wanna Stop Just Because: Chris can’t keep his hands off of Rick during a team dinner.

Trading Places: Chris tops even when he’s not technically the one topping.

You’re Still Someone Who Loves Me: Rick needs to be reminded that he’s loved after having three bad starts to open the season.

I’m At The Edge Of My Emotions: A shopping trip turns into Chris and Rick opening up about their feeling for each other.

Best Night Ever: Rick and Chris celebrate winning the World Series together.

Sinning With You: Despite his lack of self-acceptance and his lack of experience, being with Rick feels as natural as breathing. There’s nothing forced about their kisses or the way their bodies fit together. When they’re being intimate, Chris feels at home. It’s hard to fathom that anyone could see them together and think that their relationship is wrong and unnatural.

I Could Live With Your Ghost: Rick asks his new teammate, Jacob deGrom, for advice on maintaining a long-term relationship with an ex teammate.

You Know When You Know: Chris and Rick write custom wedding vows.

We Ain’t No Everyday Lovers: Sale/Brianne/Porcello. When she walked in earlier and she saw Chris practically sleeping in Rick’s arms, she knew. When they talked while fixing dinner together, Brianne knew in her heart how much Rick loved Chris. She rightfully assumed that her husband had mutual feelings. As her eyes meet Porcello’s, she’s pretty sure that she’s in love with him, too. 

Drunk In Love: Sale/Porcello/Eovaldi. After a night of heavy drinking, Rick wakes up with a fuzzy memory. 

You Know Where To Find Me: Chris calls to comfort Rick after his Mets debut.

My Bones Won’t Hold Me Up Alternate Ending: In this version of events, it replaces everything that happened here after the World Series celebration. It’s a rewrite of what happens when Rick goes to visit Chris early during spring training.

I Need A Reason To Forget: Rick is worried about running into his ex at a Christmas party, so Chris volunteers to be his boyfriend for the night.

I Wish I Was In His Arms Tonight: There’s only one thing missing from Sale’s first start in 2 years.

I Miss The Way We Breathe: Chris is having a hard time dealing with missing another spring training and missing Rick. One phone call from Rick makes everything better.

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I can’t find the post I made where I mentioned that my alternate ending for this fic was originally a little more depressing.

I decided to finally finish the alternate ending. I strayed from my original direction, still. It’s not the kind of open/hopeless ending that I brainstormed originally.

The alternate ending is kind of similar to what I wrote here, actually.

I’ve decided to post it anyway because I was still in the closet when I wrote most of it. I think the fact that I was in a different headspace then compared to now is interesting.

I still feel deeply connected to writing closeted characters and I just felt like I still need to share this version, still. 

In this version of events, it replaces everything that happened here after the World Series celebration.

It’s a rewrite of what happens when Rick goes to visit Chris early during spring training.

Chris sets down a packet of papers. “My divorce papers are signed. Brianne is already dating a nice guy who will be there physically and mentally more than I ever was. I have the freedom to move on, too.”

“I’m glad that you’re both happy,” Rick genuinely tells him.

“Thanks, me too. I wasn’t expecting you until like next week. I would have done a better job of cleaning up had I known you were coming,” Chris says.

“Your place looks fine, Chris,” Rick assures him.

“Sorry. I’m just nervous,” Chris admits.

Rick places his hand onto Sale’s knee. “Yeah, I am too.”

“I’m nervous because Brianne is pretty much all that I’ve ever known. The last time I was with someone else was like my freshman year of college. This all just feels so foreign to me,” Chris explains.

“I get it. I don’t have experience with a lot of partners either. There was a guy I knew from high school who I hooked up with during the offseason early in my career. He ended up getting married and that put an end to that. I’ve never had a relationship and I haven’t had sex in like seven years now,” Rick tells him.

Chris brings their foreheads together. “We’re both kinda fucked up, aren’t we?”

“We are,” Rick agrees.

“So this probably isn’t a good idea then,” Chris quietly says.

“Probably not,” Rick whispers.

“The thing is, I’ve never been very smart,” Chris remarks.

Rick always told himself that he should never do anything with a teammate. The reasons not to are a mile long and the cons definitely outweigh what the possible pros are. It’s a horrible idea that probably won’t end well for either of them. Rick realizes that he can walk away right now without any damage being done to his friendship or to his heart. All Porcello has to do is tell Chris they should play it safe and just remain friends. He knows that Sale would be fine with it and it would put an end to … whatever this thing is between them. Ending this before it can really begin would truly be the most logical and practical option. 

“I made a sex tape, clearly I’m not very smart either,” Rick jokes.

Chris kisses him softly. “So let’s be dumb together.”

There are things that they should talk about; so many things that they need to discuss. Chris’ mouth is covering his and that’s all Rick can focus on right now. His body completely relaxes as Sale wraps his arms around him. Porcello’s not used to this kind of intimacy and he wants to drown in it. He climbs into Sale’s lap without separating their lips. Rick moans when he feels Chris slip his hand underneath his shirt. His touch is slow and explorative at first because he’s not familiar with touching male bodies like this. It’s so different than what he’s used to with his ex wife. There are sharp angles and hard muscles where he’s used to feeling soft curves.

“You have to show me what you like,” Chris whispers.

Rick nods. “I will. You have to show me, too.”

***

There’s a desperation and almost innocence that they feel as they kiss and touch each other. Rick hasn’t felt another man’s touch in so long. He’s never been handled so gently and it makes him melt. He’s used to quick hook-ups and minimal intimacy. Sale looks at him with pure wonder and warmth in his eyes. He checks to make sure that Porcello is comfortable with everything he does. Chris tells him how beautiful and perfect that he is. He thanks Rick for sharing his heart and his body with him. He thanks him for helping him explore this previously unknown part of himself.

Chris softly caresses Rick’s inner thigh. “I never knew I could feel this way about another man. I didn’t know it could feel this good.”

This is the first time that Rick hasn’t felt shame or guilt during sex. He doesn’t feel like he’s someone dirty little secret. He feels cared for and looked after. He feels loved. What Sale lacks in experience, he makes up for with genuine affection. Rick closes his eyes hoping it will help him etch this moment into his memory. He knows there’s a chance that may never get to have this again. Rick doesn’t realize he’s crying until Chris wipes away his tears and asks if he wants him to stop.

Rick shakes his head. “No, these aren’t tears of hurt or pain. They’re tears of joy. Thank you for giving me this. It means everything to me. I’ve wanted and needed this for so long.”

In this beautiful moment that he’s sharing with his best friend, Rick doesn’t hate himself for being gay. He doesn’t feel wrong or like he’s doing something unnatural. He feels perfectly at peace. This is the feeling he’s been chasing his entire life. He feels like Sale’s hands and body were made just for him. As they move in sync and feed off of each other’s energies, it’s the closest thing that Rick has ever felt to a religious experience. 

***

“You were in the shower for so long, I thought about checking on you,” Chris half-jokes.

“Sorry, I was just thinking in there,” Rick apologizes.

“Do you normally think so much after sex or did I do something wrong?” Chris wants to know.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong at all! I was just thinking about how different my life would be if I was out,” Rick explains.

“Do you think it would be better?” Chris wonders.

Rick shrugs. “I don’t know. Would I still have baseball if I came out in high school? Would I have still been a first round pick? Probably not. Baseball has been part of my life for so long that I don’t know what I’d have without it. My dad told me at fourteen that being gay isn’t a problem, but the way the world still views gay people is. From that moment on, I chose baseball over living my life out of the closet. Would I make that same choice if I could do it all over again? Honestly, I think I would.”

“That’s depressing,” Chris tells him.

“My life is pretty far from perfect. It’s lonely as hell and it’s stressful being paranoid and anxious all the time. I don’t even necessarily try to come off as being straight, I just don’t want to appear gay. I do my best to fly under the radar, but the fear of being outed never leaves. All it takes is one comment or one moment to cause widespread speculation. One mistake and my life as it is could be over. I’m not strong or brave enough to … ”

Porcello can’t even finish his sentence because he’s too overcome with emotion. All that he has ever wanted was to play baseball and live a normal life. Chris wraps him up in his arms and he just lets him cry. This is a lifetime’s worth of tears coming out. Rick hates the world for making him hate himself. He’s not ashamed of being gay anymore; he’s ashamed of his fear of coming out. He remembers seeing his teammates hug and kiss their wives and children after winning the world series. Rick remembers desperately wishing that he had a boyfriend or husband to celebrate the biggest on field moment of his life with. Instead, he spent his night trying to drink the crippling loneliness away. In between moments of drunken happiness was the reality of the state of his personal life.

“I really shouldn’t be dumping all my trauma on you like this,” Rick eventually says.

“No, it’s fine. I just didn’t realize how much you were going through. I never knew how much this weighed on you,” Chris comments.

“I never wanted you to know. And it’s not because I don’t trust you or anything, please don’t think that’s it. I’ve just been carrying this burden alone for so long that I’ve kind of trained myself to keep people at arm’s length. I never expected us to get this close. I never expected to fall in love,” Rick softly says.

Chris gently strokes Rick’s cheek. “Trust me, I never expected this either.”

“If I die tomorrow, I’d be content because of this night we’ve shared together. You gave me something that I never thought I’d have. It doesn’t even matter how fleeting this feeling is,” Rick responds.

“You deserve more than this. I wish I could give you more,” Chris whispers.

“I made my choice. I chose baseball and living a closeted life over everything else. I have to live with the consequences of that,” Rick explains.

“It’s not fair that you ever had to make that decision,” Chris points out.

“I know,” Rick agrees.

“Imagine if we’d met each other in another life,” Chris remarks.

Rick kisses him on the cheek. “We’d be perfect for each other.”

“Maybe we still can be,” Chris says.

“How? Even if we were teammates until we both retired, it’s too risky,” Rick comments.

“We both have to retire someday, right? Maybe then,” Chris suggests.

“I would never ask you to wait that long for me,” Rick tells him.

Chris presses their foreheads together. “Well, let’s just wait and see what the future holds for us.”

so you left the door open for rick and chris being together in the future at the end of your latest fic. so do they end up together?

I have an awful track record when it comes to writing sequels sometimes, so that’s why I didn’t mention or promise one in my author’s note, LOL!

But I still have a sequel mapped out in my head though. The short answer is that yes they do! :-)

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