A GOOD BLOKE
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Cricket
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,302
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A GOOD BLOKE
TITLE/S: A Good Bloke
PAIRING/S: Brett Lee/Ricky Ponting
DISCLAIMER/S: Yep, I own them both... Come on guys! I think they'e the property of themselves, followed by the ACB, their team/s, and Brett is well and truly the property of Weet-Bix (or is it Vita-Brits? I can never remember... never mind). And as far as I -know- this has never happened. But if anyone knows otherwise...
A GOOD BLOKE
Brett and Ricky are Good Mates. They're all Good Mates. Nice Blokes. Brett always tells people that Ricky is a Nice Bloke, a Good Mate. They smile and shake hands when they meet, slap each other's backs when they celebrate. Share jokes, share victories. Because Brett and Ricky are Good Mates.
But, to tell the truth, Brett really fucking hates Ricky. Hates his stupid smile, his stupid laugh, the way everyone likes him, the way he released a bloody -book- of all things. Hates his fans, hates that, even though Ricky is shorter and uglier, it's -Ricky- who gets the honours, -Ricky- who claims the trophies, -Ricky- who captains the team, -Ricky- who... Yep, Brett really fucking hates Ricky.
What Brett hates -most- about Ricky is that Ricky never bloody well -notices- him. Yes, he smiles at Brett when they meet, just like he smiles at the other Nice Blokes. Yes, he claps Brett on the back when he takes a catch, just like all the other Good Mates. Shares the same jokes, the same victories. But never -notices- him. Fucker. Doesn't comment on Brett's fucking amazing new hairstyle, doesn't glance twice at the massive bruise on Brett's thigh, doesn't ask how Brett's week was. And Brett -hates- that about Ricky.
But Brett has a Plan. Fucking oath he does. If playing nice isn't gonna work, then Brett is gonna fucking well play nasty. So he stands on the pitch arguing a no-ball call, he sledges the Pommy batsman, he bristles with ill-will and keeps the balls coming hard and fast, he deliberately aims for the umpire when he takes a shot at the wickets, he baits the crowd... Coz Brett has a Plan.
And it fucking -works-, like he knew it would. Genius. In the lunch break Ricky -looks at him- with those dark eyes, and -sits next to him- on the bench, and asks him quietly, privately, so it's just the two of them, what's going on. The plan works, and Brett suddenly has Ricky all to himself - a whole captain's worth of intensity aimed directly and exclusively at him. It fucking -works-.
There is a long pause, then, before Brett grins, and slaps Ricky on the back. Brett says that it's nothing, but that Ricky could buy him a drink one day, just to catch up, because they're Mates, you know. And Ricky agrees, and Brett says Ricky is a Good Bloke.
NOTE/S: Cricket, cricket cricket!!! I wrote this because it's fucking hilarious that there's a cricket section on aff... So, if anyone ever reads this fic, could you review it? Please?
PAIRING/S: Brett Lee/Ricky Ponting
DISCLAIMER/S: Yep, I own them both... Come on guys! I think they'e the property of themselves, followed by the ACB, their team/s, and Brett is well and truly the property of Weet-Bix (or is it Vita-Brits? I can never remember... never mind). And as far as I -know- this has never happened. But if anyone knows otherwise...
A GOOD BLOKE
Brett and Ricky are Good Mates. They're all Good Mates. Nice Blokes. Brett always tells people that Ricky is a Nice Bloke, a Good Mate. They smile and shake hands when they meet, slap each other's backs when they celebrate. Share jokes, share victories. Because Brett and Ricky are Good Mates.
But, to tell the truth, Brett really fucking hates Ricky. Hates his stupid smile, his stupid laugh, the way everyone likes him, the way he released a bloody -book- of all things. Hates his fans, hates that, even though Ricky is shorter and uglier, it's -Ricky- who gets the honours, -Ricky- who claims the trophies, -Ricky- who captains the team, -Ricky- who... Yep, Brett really fucking hates Ricky.
What Brett hates -most- about Ricky is that Ricky never bloody well -notices- him. Yes, he smiles at Brett when they meet, just like he smiles at the other Nice Blokes. Yes, he claps Brett on the back when he takes a catch, just like all the other Good Mates. Shares the same jokes, the same victories. But never -notices- him. Fucker. Doesn't comment on Brett's fucking amazing new hairstyle, doesn't glance twice at the massive bruise on Brett's thigh, doesn't ask how Brett's week was. And Brett -hates- that about Ricky.
But Brett has a Plan. Fucking oath he does. If playing nice isn't gonna work, then Brett is gonna fucking well play nasty. So he stands on the pitch arguing a no-ball call, he sledges the Pommy batsman, he bristles with ill-will and keeps the balls coming hard and fast, he deliberately aims for the umpire when he takes a shot at the wickets, he baits the crowd... Coz Brett has a Plan.
And it fucking -works-, like he knew it would. Genius. In the lunch break Ricky -looks at him- with those dark eyes, and -sits next to him- on the bench, and asks him quietly, privately, so it's just the two of them, what's going on. The plan works, and Brett suddenly has Ricky all to himself - a whole captain's worth of intensity aimed directly and exclusively at him. It fucking -works-.
There is a long pause, then, before Brett grins, and slaps Ricky on the back. Brett says that it's nothing, but that Ricky could buy him a drink one day, just to catch up, because they're Mates, you know. And Ricky agrees, and Brett says Ricky is a Good Bloke.
NOTE/S: Cricket, cricket cricket!!! I wrote this because it's fucking hilarious that there's a cricket section on aff... So, if anyone ever reads this fic, could you review it? Please?