A/N: Uh, for the kink meme, and a Katie bribe... Yay!
Warnings: Masturbation, implied yaoi
Disclaimer: I am not nearly as awesome as Asa Higuchi.
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Shun looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching before her ducked to kneel behind the trash cans. He had figured out a long time ago that this was the best place to watch up close without being seen.
Tajima was on deck, crouched in the little circle with his bat. The batting helmet was on the ground, covering part of the white line.
The clean up batter was massaging his hands through his gloves, working out the kinks in each of his fingers. Shun palmed his crotch, wishing the hand were his idol's. He took a shaky breath and reached for his fly. The pesky button and zipper were quickly undone. The loose khaki shorts and his blue boxers caught on his knees as he hunched over.
One more strike and Tajima would be up to bat.
There was the crack of the ball smacking into the bat before the ump called a foul. Tajima fingered the grip on his own bat impatiently.
Shun spit in the palm of his hand and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, wishing he were Tajima's bat. His thumb mimicked the way Tajima's slid up and down the grip.
A shiver went down his spine as the thwack of the ball in the catcher's mitt urged Tajima to stand. The muscles in the older boy's arms flexed and contracted to bring the bat up to rest on Tajima's shoulder as he took the plate. Shun gulped and began moving his hand up and down, knowing he might not have long before his hero got on base.
Tajima fouled the first ball, grinned, waved to the others in the dugout nonchalantly, and reassumed his stance.
Shun groaned, his other hand finding its way to his balls. Tajima adjusting his grip on the bat seemed far more sexual than Shun was sure it actually was. His thumb teased the fluids collecting on his tip from their little well as he sped up his hand.
Tajima got strikes on the next two pitches and Shun was panting harshly in his attempt to make it last just a little longer. Then Tajima raised his hand to his helmet, took a few low swing to loosen his arms and correct his stance, and looked directly at where Shun was hiding under the bleachers.
One hand was removed from the bat, brought to his lips and the gloved thumb was licked as the clean up batter winked, eyes locked on the young boy the whole time.
Shun felt his face get impossibly hot. His hand quickened in time with his body's tensing. That pink tongue curling around the head of his cock, fingers tensing and relaxing around his shaft….
His release splattered across the ground as the bat made contact with a loud crack. The roar of the crowd covered up his moan.
Tajima disappeared from sight as he ran to first base.
Shun wiped his hand off with a mostly clean discarded napkin that had missed the trashcans, and was buttoning his shorts when he looked up again. The boy who was after Tajima in the batting order, had turned around in the little white circle and was glaring at him.
Number nine… That was Hanai, the captain… Tajima's… Tajima's boyfriend!
Shun paled and scampered out of his hiding place, not caring if anyone saw him leaving or not and knocking over one of the trashcans in the process.
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A/N: Any thoughts?