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The first kiss was like a spark in the midst of a dry field, one tiny, fatal moment that instantly ignited a wildfire. In seconds, Youichi found himself fueled with a desire that he knew had been simmering just beneath the surface of his skin, though he never realized how intense it truly was until now. Once his lips were pressed against Ryousuke’s, a literal decade of yearning and unspoken feelings erupted into an uncontrollable inferno of passion.
It took him this long to realize that Ryousuke was much more than a high-school crush he couldn’t quite forget about. Instead, his feelings for Ryousuke were more like an infatuation, something he thought he’d moved on from between the years since Ryousuke graduated and now. Youichi only just realized, as they shared their abrupt, yet sizzling first kiss, that he’d merely been suppressing those feelings all this time.
No wonder why no one else had ever caught his eye. No wonder why he frequently remembered iconic plays he made with Ryousuke at his side. No wonder why he awaited games against Ryousuke’s team with so much anticipation that his teammates had to poke fun at him for it.
The answer was that Youichi was in love—and finally, he was allowing those feelings to consume him entirely.
“Nh—” Ryousuke let out a small grunt as he was roughly pushed against the wall. That brief parting of his lips allowed Youichi’s tongue inside, and in seconds their tongues were tangled together in a heated dance. His hands would have been trembling had they not been squeezing the fabric in the front of Ryousuke’s uniform, dirty and stained with mud from the field.
They were covered in sweat, grimy from a long game, and utterly exhausted from using all their energy in a metaphorical battle to the death. The adrenaline should have worn off by now—Youichi swore it did once he jogged off the field with his teammates, grinning ear-to-ear as they celebrated yet another victorious game. Apparently, he was wrong, because now he felt like he was rejuvenated, ready to play another game at the drop of a hat.
It was a slim win, for their opponents were not an easy foe to overcome, but that made the burst of triumph feel that much sweeter. He remembered tipping his head back to chug down his sports drink once he reached the dugout, feeling parched after cheering for their win with his teammates. As he chugged, he felt like someone was watching him. Once he pulled the bottle from his lips, he turned to find the source of that feeling, and his eyes landed on his former teammate-turned-rival—Kominato Ryousuke.
Youichi froze. Ryousuke’s attention was fully focused on Youichi from across the field, where he was clustered with his own team led by a captain trying to motivate them after a frustrating loss. Though Ryousuke should have been listening, he was clearly more interested in whatever Youichi was doing, and it was evident that he wanted to be noticed by his rival. Youichi was startled by the intensity in his face, and most of all, the way he didn’t even look away when Youichi noticed him staring.
Instead of shyly glancing away, Ryousuke’s lips quirked up into a small smile. Youichi was dumbfounded, but Ryousuke just turned back towards his own team as if nothing had happened at all. The silent interaction haunted Youichi for a moment, making him stand still and wonder just what his rival was thinking. What was with that face he made? Why did he give Youichi such a coy smile? What did it all mean?
He wondered if he’d ever find out. Perhaps Youichi hadn’t calmed down like he initially thought; even though his teammates let out exhausted sighs and enjoyed the relaxation of post-game stretching, Youichi remained metaphorically on his toes. He was eager for all the post-game activities to wrap up, for maybe he would get a chance to catch Ryousuke and talk before he left the stadium. He knew they were rivals now, but it had been too long since they really spoke to each other and Youichi desired to catch up.
There had been that sort of special, electric energy between them as they faced off in the game that day. Most of all, it hadn’t been the first time that Youichi noticed the sparks flying between them. Every time their teams played against each other, Youichi would grow snarky and challenge Ryousuke. He’d purposefully take a huge lead from the base that Ryousuke defended and look at his former teammate with a cheeky grin. He loved seeing the way Ryousuke watched him and how his smile grew tense, as if he were tempted to trip Youichi for attempting such a bold stunt.
During those moments, Youichi felt the most excitement in baseball he swore he’d ever felt. It was almost as good as those memories of playing alongside Ryousuke in high school, passing the ball to each other with such breathtaking speed that the batters of their opponents couldn’t tell what the hell had happened.
They wouldn’t have that experience again. They didn’t get that joy after their devastating loss against Inashiro, not since Ryousuke left Seidou and joined his university team. But even if fate had decided that they couldn’t play on the same team, Youichi almost liked being rivals with Ryousuke more nowadays. He felt like his focus was much better when he played against Ryousuke, like his skills were honed much sharper than usual, like his senses were dialed up to make him ultra-aware of every breath, move, and sound that the other player made.
He felt true to his Sawamura-designated nickname, a cheetah—a wildcat entirely devoted to securing its prey. Ryousuke was like another predator in the jungle, watching him from the shadows, reminding Youichi that catching what he desired—a win—was not going to be so simple.
Rather than being afraid, the silent pressure of Ryousuke’s challenge fired Youichi up. He couldn’t resist flashing a toothy grin at Ryousuke whenever he had a close call, or even when Ryousuke managed to actually tap him out when he grew too cocky and was leading too far. Instead of frustration, he was even more eager to try again, to play against Ryousuke and prove that he could impress and surprise Ryousuke endlessly.
Pay attention to me, Youichi would think with an almost manic grin. Look at me. I’ve only gotten better since we last saw each other, can’t you tell? Show me what you’ve got now, Ryou-san!
Though after that sidelong glance that Ryousuke gave him at the end of that day’s game, Youichi was left wondering what it all meant. He didn’t have time to dwell on it much; he had been pulled aside for some interviews, took pictures with a few excited fans, and helped the stadium crew carry some equipment inside on his way to the locker rooms.
He didn’t realize how long he’d taken until he was distracted by the glare of the setting sun, meaning it was much later than Youichi expected. Most everyone else must have headed out already. No one came looking for Youichi since this was their home stadium, after all; there was no bus to catch since everyone else headed home on their own accord. He had a feeling that once he was home, he’d crash as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Instead, he found himself hungrily kissing the life out of Ryousuke Kominato against the wall of their stadium’s locker rooms with enough passion to burn the place to a crisp. That was the plot twist of the evening he hadn’t been expecting.
It happened in the blink of an eye. He trudged to the locker rooms, pushed the door open, and jumped a few feet in the air at the sight of someone standing right there. He expected the place to be empty and his first thought was that the person inside was a janitor, but instead, he was shocked to see the colors of their rival team’s jersey.
“Ryou-san!?” Youichi balked as the door swept shut behind them. “What are you still doing here? Did you get lost, or—”
“There’s only one reason I stayed behind,” Ryousuke interrupted smoothly, and he only had to take a few steps forward in order to be practically standing flush against Youichi’s front. Feeling like his feet were glued to the floor, Youichi gulped at the close proximity. He stared with stunned amazement as Ryousuke tilted his head to the side and leaned up on his tip-toes, undeniably bringing their mouths closer together. “I think you know exactly what I want from you, Youichi.”
Youichi briefly wondered if he slipped and fell on his way to the locker rooms and hit his head hard enough to knock him unconscious. This felt too good to be true. It was like every wet dream he’d ever had about the other man suddenly came to life, and now all he was waiting for was someone to dump ice water over his head and force him out of his dream. Instead, nothing changed—Ryousuke was right in front of him, clearly asking for more, and Youichi wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingertips.
If he was dreaming, then why should he hold back? In the event that he wasn’t dreaming, well, he’d sort that bit out when he got there. That was how they ended up fiercely making out, and in no time Ryousuke was pushed against the wall, gasping into Youichi’s mouth as Youichi all but tore Ryousuke’s jersey to shreds from his desire to get at Ryousuke’s body.
“Careful, don’t rip it off like a wild beast,” Ryousuke hissed, though he wriggled around in an attempt to help Youichi remove his clothes. Youichi paid his warning no mind, and the moment he yanked Ryousuke’s compression shirt off, he backed Ryousuke up again and started mouthing at his neck. Ryousuke shuddered from the cool air against his skin and arched his back, pushing himself against Youichi’s firm, hot body with an eager sigh.
“Who cares,” Youichi bickered, scraping his teeth along Ryousuke’s jaw as he rocked his hips forward. The friction evoked by their groins rubbing together pulled a moan from both of them—Ryousuke’s brows pinched tightly and Youichi let out a low growl of desire. “They’ll just give you a new one, won’t they?”
“Not the point,” Ryousuke stressed, but he was cut off with a sharp gasp as Youichi harshly palmed at his chest and started to pluck his nipples. The rough fondling made Ryousuke buck his hips and clench his jaw tightly, trembling against the barrage of sensations he was undoubtedly feeling.
Youichi dipped his head down, biting hard onto his lower neck to form a dark hickey against his pale skin. He repeated as he made his way lower and lower, leaving marks in his wake until he reached Ryousuke’s chest. He grinned and gave one nipple an eager lick with his tongue, sucking the tender bud between his teeth. He was unable to resist smirking a bit when he felt Ryousuke shiver beneath his hungry gropes and teasing licks.
Youichi was so hard already that his trousers strained around his erection. He was so enthralled with having Ryousuke in his arms that he’d gotten worked up in seconds, stripped Ryousuke down half-way and was already tempted to tell Ryousuke to bend over for him. He groaned as he tried to get a hold of himself, to calm down and think a little more rationally before he crossed a line that shouldn’t be crossed. He pulled away from Ryousuke’s chest, only catching a glimpse of the smattering of bruises he left behind before bringing his eyes up to Ryousuke’s face.
“Do you have anything like lube we can use?” Youichi asked in lieu of questioning more outright if they could fuck right there and then. Ryousuke’s lips twisted into a smile as his shoulders trembled with a laugh.
“As if I’d do this unprepared,” Ryousuke retorted, the words going straight to Youichi’s dick. Knowing that Ryousuke spent his time lingering behind in the locker rooms, prepping his ass for what was going to happen had his blood reaching a boiling-hot temperature. His throat felt dry as Ryousuke playfully pushed him back and walked over to the nearest bench. He wasted no time in loosening his belt and shimmying his jersey-pants and underwear down in one go, revealing his bare ass and thighs in a heartbeat.
Needless to say, Youichi nearly passed out from how fast the blood rushed to his cock. He gulped and stepped forward until he was pressed against Ryousuke from behind, finally having no space between them. He sighed with bliss when he nudged his clothed bulge against Ryousuke’s soft, exposed ass. It was the understatement of the century to say how badly he’d always wanted to do this; a low groan escaped from his throat as he grasped onto Ryousuke’s thin waist and simply indulged.
The friction caused by grinding was addictive; it got Youichi riled up and eager to surround himself by Ryousuke’s tight heat. He noticed that Ryousuke’s hole was soft, slightly shiny and clearly used—he’d been fingering himself beforehand, and that knowledge was enough to pull a curse from underneath Youichi’s breath. He was shaking with desire now and he groped at the open bag on the bench next to Ryousuke, the one with Ryousuke’s team name embroidered on the side.
The lube had been haphazardly thrown back in there, so it was easy to find again. He soaked his fingers with the slippery substance and hungrily hooked them into Ryousuke’s hole, going two at once and not giving his partner much time to prepare. Ryousuke’s hips jolted as he let out a gasp, but he rocked back into the feeling, face flushing hot while beads of sweat dripped down his temples. He spread his thighs apart invitingly, making it abundantly clear to Youichi that he liked what he was doing—the stretch of two fingers at the same time wasn’t more than he could handle.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten off while imagining this exact scenario,” Youichi confessed as he stretched his fingers apart, watching as Ryousuke opened up for him so naturally. His rim was soft and pliant, allowing Youichi to open him up as if he was made to be fingered like this.
The way Ryousuke groaned and rolled back into Youichi’s hand was a dead giveaway for how much he loved the feeling. His shameless enjoyment had Youichi’s cock throbbing painfully in his jersey, and he cussed softly to himself as desire pulsed through his body. He wanted nothing more than to give Ryousuke what he clearly was begging for, so he reached down with his free hand to swiftly undo the buttons and pull his length out.
“Oh, you’ll have to tell me everything about these dreams in vivid detail,” Ryousuke teased, flashing a wily smirk over his shoulder as Youichi fumbled with the lube to slicken up his cock. Knowing what was coming, Ryousuke wiggled his hips and let out an airy laugh. “I’ll let you tell me later, since I’m guessing you don’t have the patience for chit-chat right now.”
“As if I could wait any longer,” Youichi groaned in agreement, stroking himself from base to tip to spread the lube and precum along his shaft. He shivered from the friction formed by the palm of his hand and sighed raggedly, heart racing while he admired the scene in front of him. Ryousuke was bent over, flushed and ready, his entrance stretched and wet for Youichi’s cock—it was what he’d always dreamed would happen one day. He still thought he could be dreaming, but he wasn’t about to waste time and give his alarm clock a chance to go off before he enjoyed himself.
“Nhh— ahh…!” Ryousuke let out a surprisingly delicate sound as Youichi pushed forward, sheathing his aching cock in one swift, deep thrust. He knew Ryousuke could handle it; he was stronger than he looked, and clearly he had been very prepared even before Youichi’s arrival. Ryousuke trembled around his length, letting out choppy, heavy breaths, but Youichi saw the way he rocked back into Youichi’s lips and clenched down to keep Youichi buried deep inside.
He didn’t bother starting out slow and building up the pace—both of them were exhausted from the game, running on pure adrenaline at this point, and all they desired was a quick release to let out all the pent-up tension they’d been dealing with for years. Youichi grabbed onto his hips hard enough to leave bruises behind, giving himself leverage as he began pounding himself inside of Ryousuke without mercy. In no time, the locker room was filled with the sounds of their desperate breaths and skin slapping against skin. With a groan, Ryousuke curled forward, teeth gritted and hands shaking wildly.
“Harder,” Ryousuke growled, wanting it all, craving Youichi’s pure, unadulterated lust. He wanted to be consumed by the feeling, surrounded by the fire of passion as Youichi fucked him to completion, and Youichi was more than willing to give him what he wanted. He pulled Ryousuke’s hips back, bringing his ass back against Youichi’s groin so that he thrust in even deeper than before. The obscene sight of his cheeks squishing up on Youichi’s thighs made him shiver with lust, the pressure against his legs making this dream-like scenario more tangible and real than ever.
“Ryou-san, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” Youichi groaned, his words brushing up against Ryousuke’s nape before he decided to bite down on the fair skin there. He dug his teeth in deep, not caring about how visible the mark might be, only wanting to claim what was his and leave Ryousuke with a physical reminder of what they had done together. Their hips were grinding together desperately, and with each shift Ryousuke let out a hitched sound, like he was getting closer and closer to tasting something delicious.
Youichi released his hips, letting his hands roam Ryousuke’s body instead. He felt up his torso, reaching for those soft nipples to pluck and play with them while he fucked Ryousuke into climax. When his fingertips rubbed over his chest, Ryousuke leaned into his touch, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat. His hips trembled as he tried to keep himself up, ragged breaths spilling from his lips in irregular intervals.
“Hnh —yes, there, fuck, Youichi—” Ryousuke called out, his body going tight like a wire when Youichi started to grind his cock on a certain spot deep inside his lover. He grinned proudly, knowing he’d found his sensitive prostate at last. Now that he knew where Ryousuke’s weakness was, he was going to milk it for all it was worth and drag Ryousuke over the edge with him. They’d achieve bliss together, Youichi was sure of it, and he put his powerful thighs to use to grind his cock hard into Ryousuke’s sweetest spot.
In the meantime, he petted Ryousuke’s body, stroking his palms over the endless expanse of his smooth, unblemished skin. Even though they were both pro-players, hardened from exercise as professional athletes like them should be, Ryousuke remained soft and pretty in all the right places. He clearly took care of his skin and Youichi was deeply appreciative, for now he got to cover that perfect body in marks and leave Ryousuke with plenty of physical reminders of what they’d done.
They couldn’t last long like that, hips grinding together as they grunted and gasped like a pair of animals in heat. It was hot, wild and desperate, with only one thing on both their minds—release. Youichi felt the urge building up inside of him, balls drawing up against the base of his cock, preparing for the orgasm he was about to experience.
Ryousuke came first, his mouth falling open with a stuttered gasp and cry just as his cock twitched and spilled his release all over the bench. His dick had only been played with briefly, for Youichi only decided at the end to grab onto his dripping cock and pump it in time with his thrusts. The sudden stimulation on his length must have been what did it for Ryousuke at last, and after a few perfectly aimed and timed thrusts, he reached his climax.
Youichi rolled his hips forward at the perfect pace for his own pleasure, savoring the slide of his dick along Ryousuke’s velvety-soft insides, and finally felt himself tipping over the edge. At the last moment, he pulled out and stroked himself, shamelessly milking his orgasm and spilling across Ryousuke’s bare back and ass. He moaned as his release shot out from him, covering Ryousuke in white ribbons that clung to his skin obscenely. Ryousuke shivered from the messy feeling and glanced over his shoulder, cheeks flushed as he struggled to catch his breath.
“You made… a mess out of me,” Ryousuke scolded between his uneven breaths, arms shaking from where he’d been gripping tightly onto the side of the bench. Youichi couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad, instead grinning down at Ryousuke unapologetically. His rival looked like the star of an explicit film, with his pink-flushed skin painted in streaks of white, bruises scattered on his hips, and his used hole on display. Youichi wished he could take a picture to save the image forever.
“But you like that I did that,” Youichi boasted with a snicker. He reached for a tissue and wiped himself down before tucking his softening length back into his trousers. “Don’t lie, Ryou-san.”
“Shut up,” Ryousuke bickered, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he straightened up. He pointed to the tissue box and ordered, “Now wipe down my back. It’s your mess, after all.”
“Yes, yes…” Youichi relented with a fond sigh. After he did as he was told, Youichi and Ryousuke finished washing up mostly in silence, focused on simply getting out of there before someone caught them. They dried off from a quick shower, dressed in clean clothes, and gathered up their things.
Once they left the locker rooms, Youichi hesitated and stood still. As they lingered side-by-side, Youichi suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do. What came next? Did he just wave and say “see ya” and hope they could have amazing sex another time in the future? Should he offer to walk Ryousuke out or was that treating him too much like a girl? He didn’t know the expected etiquette for this sort of thing.
“Well, uh…” Youichi started, an uncertain blush dusting across his cheeks. He rubbed at the back of his neck and glanced away. “I can walk you to wherever you’re going, if you want…”
“No need,” Ryousuke dismissed with a smile and shifted to hike the strap of his back up higher on his shoulder. “Since I’m coming with you.”
“Right, okay, then I’ll—” Once he processed Ryousuke’s response, Youichi paused and turned to stare incredulously at Ryousuke. “You’re what?”
“Can’t you hear? I said I’m coming with you.” Ryousuke’s smile only widened as he took a step closer to Youichi, and the small gesture caused Youichi’s heart to flutter as if he were in high school all over again. Ryousuke tilted his head and peered at him with a sweet, yet simultaneously cunning expression. “I missed the bus home, after all. Poor little me, stranded out here with nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep… where else could I go if not with the strong man standing beside me?”
“You’re not broke,” Youichi muttered, trying to downplay the surge of joy he felt in his chest at Ryousuke’s insistence to spend time with him. Even if he was joking with the damsel-in-distress tone he used to make fun of the situation, he knew Ryousuke well and understood that it was simply his way of speaking. He meant what he said about wanting to be with Youichi for the evening. Still, Youichi gruffly added, “Why not get a hotel or somethin’ else instead?”
“Need I spell it out for you?” Ryousuke chuckled and started to lead the way, walking in front of Youichi with a clever grin on his lips. “I want to make up for lost time. We haven’t talked—just us, alone and off the field, in years. Now that we got that out of our systems, want to get a bite to eat?”
Youichi beamed from the sound of his suggestion. There was nothing that he wanted more but to spend time with Ryousuke, and the way his heart started to race was a testament of his enduring affection for his former teammate. He let out a laugh and took a few swift steps to catch up to Ryousuke, a wide smile on his face.
“Kyaha! Sure, let’s do it! What do you have a taste for? I’m feeling generous tonight, so it’s on me!”
“Oh?” Ryousuke smiled devilishly, his interest immediately piqued. “In that case, something extremely expensive sounds delicious right about now.”
“Ryou-san!”