Title: Tackle Author: Jo Pairing: Christian Kane, David Boreanaz Rating: PG Summary: Dirt Disclaimer: Absolute 100% fiction Notes: Written for antheia, from this prompt request post. Just a quick game of pick-up ball, that's all. At least that's what J. had said. But then some of the cameramen had got involved, and it turned into cast vs. crew, and filming was pretty much forgotten for the moment. Now the sun beats down on them, and they're breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, shirts long since discarded. The bare, sweaty skin makes it harder to hold a tackle, but they try. Then people start switching sides, and it all gets muddled. At some point, he's not sure when, Dave finds himself facing Christian in the line before the ball is snapped. Blue eyes twinkle, and Christian grins, mouthing 'your ass is mine,' before launching himself at Dave. They grapple and go down, adding more grass and grit to the collection already covering them, and Dave laughs as Christian swears. ~fin~