18.44 m
By: TG
Summary: Seido has taught Eijun the importance at grasping opportunities. This is probably not what they meant by that.
Disclaimer: I don't own daiya.
Warnings: explicit sex
AN: this is my gift to meezer13 for the daiya exchange on ao3.
Eijun has always loved watching Miyuki play, whether it's from the dugout or the stands or the mound (but especially the mound). Miyuki's passion for the game is contagious and sort of beautiful, and it makes Eijun's palms itch to feel the weight and shape of a baseball in his hands.
These days, though, it's almost always from the stands.
He loves the thrill he gets from Miyuki's gameplay, the pride he feels when Miyuki confidently calls plays like a general in an army, the way his mind always five steps ahead of everyone else. Miyuki manipulates friends and foes alike like pawns on a battlefield, an ability that has always fascinated and amazed Eijun, even back at Seido when it was just Miyuki and a spiral notebook full of notes written in tight characters and charts in the margins.
He loves seeing baseball from the other side, too. Being able to watch Miyuki play in a game in which Eijun is not a participant is still new, still equal parts exciting and disappointing because he wants to be the one throwing to that mitt. He was never interested in watching before, his body always half-desperate to be in the midst of it. But this way he can observe -a skill Chris-senpai had hammered into him during his final days at Seido. Observe, assimilate, do. This is the highest level of baseball in all of Japan, maybe even the world; the most important thing he can do while he's suffering through university classes on his way to the NPB is to take what opportunities he can get and use them for himself.
Seido has taught him the importance at grasping opportunities.
Perhaps most of all though is how much he loves the end of the game, when the teams are lined up in straight lines and all of the players have finished bowing. Because then, Miyuki will look up and catch his eyes somehow in the crowd of thousands, and Eijun will get to watch that slow-spreading smile take over his handsome features like he's just so glad to share that moment with Eijun. Miyuki looks so happy during those moments, worn out but proud, like the baseball he's just played is thrumming through his bones, and even though Eijun isn't 18.44 meters away from him anymore, that's still something they can share.
Sometimes, though, Eijun can't be there to share it.
Away games are always the hardest. With Miyuki on the road half the season and Eijun stuck slaving away in his uni classes at Keio there are a lot of days when they're both feeling bereft of each other, and it. Well. It sucks. It's a shitty situation but Eijun has to remind himself that it's only temporary, that soon he'll be there too, in the pro league. Soon he'll be able to make his family and his partner proud, show them all that none of what he's done for the last ten years has been a waste.
So instead he tunes in whenever, wherever, however he can -be it through radio or live-streaming or catching the game on the dingy television in his dorm room.
Even with that though, Eijun still just misses him, and he knows Miyuki misses him too.
That was why the thieving bastard stole Eijun's favorite batting gloves before sauntering out for a week-long stint of away games in Hokkaido. Eijun had called him after frantically searching -
( "Miyuki Kazuya, so help me if I find out you were the one who stole my lucky batting gloves -!"
"Lucky? Haha, really? Really Eijun, luc- "
"Shut up!" )
-only to find that Miyuki had taken them. He said he'd left something for Eijun too, in Eijun's desk drawer. When Eijun checked he found Miyuki's own pair of batting gloves and a hastily written note.
I just wanted you with me. I miss you sometimes.
Love,
M
As the season wore on the new tradition took hold. Each away game something different, something that could only be his partner's, would pop up in his desk drawer, and something of his would inevitably be found missing. It varied from baseball equipment to t-shirts to handwritten notes that filled Eijun with a dizzying mixture of happiness and embarrassment and longing.
So, let the record show that this is all Miyuki Kazuya's fault .
When Eijun comes home from a long period of panicked studying (after a much longer period of procrastination of course), he isn't expecting to see a cheshire grin leering at him from the dark confines of his dorm room. His keys drop from his tired fingers and the noise that comes out of his mouth is very definitely a shriek. He manages to flick the light on just as Miyuki's soft 'pupupu' reaches his ears.
"What the hell , Miyuki Kazuya?!"
He can only stare in agitated confusion, because Miyuki isn't supposed to be here. Miyuki is supposed to be at home in his apartment shoving clothes into his bag, Miyuki is supposed to be going over the states for the upcoming game in his notebook, Miyuki is supposed to be relaxing before spending five hours on a charter bus headed to Nishinomiya.
He is not supposed to be here, grinning up at Eijun from Eijun's own bed.
Eijun opens his mouth to ask what the heck he's doing here, who he thinks he is to just sneak into someone's dorm like that , and what if Eijun's roommate had been home -? but the words dry up in his throat when his brain catches up with his eyes.
Miyuki Kazuya is wearing Eijun's university hoodie -the soft, worn one he always wears to bed- and a pair of boxer briefs, and nothing else .
"I -you. Wha -?" Eijun trails off, speechless, but from the way Miyuki's grin turns predatory he thinks the rising blush and the ragged sound of his quickening breaths speak for him just fine.
Miyuki looks stunning.
Eijun wants to put his hands on him immediately .
"Haha, like what you see?"
Miyuki looks far too pleased with himself, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with anticipation and self-satisfaction. It's a good look on him, the kind of look Eijun has dreams about, where he's standing sixty-one feet away, where that gaze is so focused on him that the entire world falls away and it's just them.
It's absolutely thrilling.
(And maybe some of those dreams are of the inappropriate variety, though it's not really that inappropriate if it's about his boyfriend, right -?
Right.)
Eijun's body sings under his partner's gaze, a low simmering heat in his stomach fanned into something much stronger and hotter.
"Yeah," he says, swallowing hard. Miyuki's eyes follow the movement of his throat and he licks his lips. "Yeah, you look -"
"I look?"
"-so good Kazuya, you look amazing, I didn't know this was a thing -"
Miyuki laughs, honest and open, and if Eijun had the presence of mind he would be strutting over but instead he stumbles his way around the mess on the floor because taking his eyes off of his partner feels damn near impossible.
He puts a knee down on the mattress to crawl in and says "Keio red's a good color on you."
It takes a little maneuvering -the beds here aren't really made for fitting two people, though thankfully the bunks are taller than they are at Seido- but soon Miyuki is a warm, firm body beneath Eijun, knees drawn up around Eijun's hips as their bodies press together. Miyuki's sigh fans across Eijun's lips as he draws his partner down for a long, slow kiss that steals the breath from his lungs.
They are in Eijun's bed, but Eijun is surrounded by Miyuki's scent and it's making him dizzy. He wonders if Miyuki's scent will be on his hoodie, too, wonders if every time he wears it he will remember this: Miyuki on his back, in his bed, face flushed and glasses crooked and mouth red.
(His hoodie, his mind supplies helpfully, his hoodie that Miyuki is wearing, his -)
He's honestly never really thought about -that, about what it would feel like to see Miyuki in his clothes, or how it would feel to wear Miyuki's. He's heard some stuff, locker room talk mostly, about how his teammates love to see their girlfriends in their clothes, how it makes them look mussed up and small, how they make everyday clothes like t-shirts look sultry. He supposes objectively he could understand the appeal, but he never really -
Miyuki doesn't look like that, not at all. He and Eijun are about the same size -Miyuki's shoulders a little broader, Eijun's waist a little narrower, but ultimately they're not that different. His hoodie doesn't dwarf Miyuki or make him seem dainty, or any of the other adjectives he's heard. Instead it pulls tight across the places where Miyuki is bigger, makes enticing shadows that contour muscles gained from hard work and effort. It makes him look hard beneath his skin, and pretty.
He moans, soft and low against the side of Miyuki's neck where he's nuzzling into the collar of the hoodie, busy laying open-mouthed kisses and tasting the salt on whatever skin he can reach. It's too much, clouding his head and making him dizzy and hot with desire.
"God, you weren't kidding," Miyuki murmurs, teeth making dimples in Eijun's earlobe as he pulls back. Eijun tries to figure out what he's talking about, but the fingers slipping under the hem of his sweatpants and the panting thing Miyuki's doing in his ear are distracting . "Maybe I should do this more often."
"Maybe you should shut up."
Miyuki laughs and touches the side of his face, hooks his hand around the back of Eijun's neck to bring him down for another kiss. His other hand finds Eijun's wrist somewhere down by his hip, and he gently coaxes Eijun's weight to his right hand so he can slip the wrist trapped in the circle of his fingers up under the hem of his hoodie.
Miyuki's skin is a warm, hard juxtaposition to the soft fleece of the inner lining of his hoodie. Eijun traces his fingers along the waistband of Miyuki's boxer briefs, relishing in the feeling of the muscles jumping under his touch and the soft noises of pleasure rumbling up from Miyuki's chest. He had never expected this, never realized how much seeing Miyuki in his clothes would affect him. It's almost embarrassing, but Miyuki's hips are shifting under him and Eijun can feel just how turned on he is through the thin layer of clothes that separate them.
The fact that Eijun's reaction to Miyuki wearing his clothes is something that Miyuki finds so sexy is definitely a pleasant surprise, too.
He slides his fingers up further, following the definition of his muscles to lay his hand on Miyuki's heart -a brief touch that reminds him of Seido, of quick grins and aggressive plays. Miyuki's lips quirk like he understands, and Eijun leans down to kiss him because that sort of half-smile has always been his favorite thing to taste.
Miyuki's fingers dance up his sides -a little ticklish but leaving trails of heat wherever they touch. He drags Eijun's t-shirt up with it, obviously intent on getting it off of him, and Eijun sighs into his lover's mouth as the cool air hits his overheated skin. He's loathe to break off the kiss but makes quick work of shedding his shirt and kicking off his sweatpants and flinging them over his shoulder (much to Miyuki's apparent amusement).
He's dragged back down by Miyuki's hands splayed across his bare shoulder blades and he feels his mind just go blank at the feeling of the hoodie on the sensitive skin of his chest and the way Miyuki's thighs tighten around his hips. The feeling of his partner's arousal, hard and wet through the thin material of his underwear, and the way it drags against his stomach whenever Miyuki arches his back and rolls his hips.
He moans as Miyuki's fingers slip beneath the band of his underwear, already wet with lube. When had he -? " Kazuya -"
"This is what you wanted, right?" Miyuki husks. His finger slides in and out in short, shallow, teasing thrusts designed to drive Eijun wild rather than satisfy. The bastard. "Or was it the other way around?"
"Fuck I don't care , I just want you, so just -!"
Miyuki laughs, a bit breathless, and Eijun moans as the fingers in his ass turn from teasing touches to something a bit more purposeful, working him over until he's whining and grinding desperately back into Miyuki's hand. Miyuki's fingers hit that spot inside him and he gasps, god he's so hard it hurts, so close to shoving his own hand down into his underwear to touch himself but before he can Miyuki stops him, both of his wrists trapped in the circle of Miyuki's free hand and settled against his chest.
"Please," he moans, close to sobbing too as he rocks between the fingers inside him and the hard warmth of Miyuki's stomach beneath him. "C'mon , I need -"
The distance between them is too much, he wants to be closer -wants to feel Miyuki sink into him and hold him close, to feel the sweat slick between them as Miyuki moves in him. The distance is too much, and soon Miyuki is going to be even further away, Miyuki is going to be leaguesahead of him and Eijun is just excited for the chase -
"Okay, okay," Miyuki murmurs. His fingers slip out and Eijun tries not to whine in disappointment at the sudden emptiness. They trail cool and wet along the ridge of his hip and hook into his underwear to peel the last barrier of clothing down his thighs. Eijun kicks them away, growling in frustration as they get caught around his ankle. Miyuki laughs at him and scoots him off so he can take his own off, but soon Eijun is settling back into the cradle of his partner's hips and moaning at the feeling of the head of Miyuki's cock pressing against his ass.
When Eijun finally sinks down, the feeling he's been anticipating is almost too much -too hot, too intense, too full. He slides down on Miyuki's cock with a breathy moan, slow and deliberate, legs spread over his partner's hips and hands splayed on his chest for balance. They curl into fists, pulling the hoodie taught across his partner's body as he settles flush against Miyuki's hips.
" God you're tight," Miyuki moans. There's a sheen of sweat glistening at his forehead and in the hollow of his throat and he looks nearly as wrecked as Eijun feels. His hips flex under Eijun's thighs like he wants to get even closer to the heat around his cock. "You okay?"
Eijun is more than okay, Eijun is burning up, Eijun aches for Miyuki to touch him -to run his palms up his thighs, to skim his fingertips over the fluttering muscles of his abdomen, to press his thumbs to the creases of his hips. Eijun wants him to steal his breath away with the touch and slide of his hands in all the places that set him alight.
He shifts a bit, trying to get used to the length inside him, and grits out "'You okay?' Are you -ah! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Well I'm not kidding about fucking," comes the quick reply.
Eijun makes a noise like a dying animal and Miyuki laughs -and honestly, Eijun never thought he or his partner would laugh so much during sex but he loves it, there's nothing like being inside someone who is laughing, nothing like feeling that joy during such an intimate moment.
This is the stuff he misses when Miyuki goes away.
He pushes against Miyuki's chest, a small rise and fall, a test. Miyuki moans under him, jerks his hips up, and Eijun revels in the sound of their skin meeting when Eijun falls hard against him.
They set a hard and fast rhythm, and Eijun's skin prickles as the pleasure coils in the pit of his stomach. He's nearly overwhelmed with sensation -the sweat collecting between their bodies, the heat that threatens to suffocate him, the look and feel of the hoodie bunched up around Miyuki's chest. It's quick and hard and dirty and perfect .
" Fuck ," he breathes, bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood. His legs are starting to get tired but Miyuki's hands are on his hips, helping him move, and he relishes the sting that his fingernails leave behind.
Miyuki is supporting most of his weight at this point, leaving Eijun is free to reach down his own body, trailing feather-light fingers down his own chest and over his abs. His skin feels oversensitive under his palm, and he groans as he finally wraps his fingers around himself. His cock is wet and heavy in his hand and it twitches a bit at the sound of Miyuki's answering moan of appreciation. He swirls a thumb over the head of his cock to spread the slickness that gathers there as he strokes and god it's so good , the feeling of Miyuki so deep inside him and the helpless way he grinds up, the way his hands tighten and dimple the skin of his hips and ass.
It's so good and he's practically writhing on Miyuki's lap, he's feeling fucking amazing and so desperate to come and it only takes a few more strokes before he's spilling over his own hand and onto his partner's abs.
"Ah god Kazuya -"
Miyuki sighs as Eijun strokes himself through his orgasm, and then he gently disconnects them to turn Eijun around. He's exhausted and sated and a little floppy so he's thankful to get his knees under him, to spread himself open and feel Kazuya's staccato breath on the back of his neck when he slides back in.
He honestly loves this position, loves the way it makes him feel to have Miyuki's heavy body draped over him and Miyuki's lips and teeth tracing over the vertebrae of his spine.
This time instead of a hard chest pressed to his back there's just the softness of the hoodie Miyuki borrowed from him, the hoodie that started this whole thing, and he can't help but moan and rock back to meet his partner's desperate thrusts.
"Eijun Eijun," Miyuki chants his name against the nape of his neck. "Eijun god you feel so good I'm -"
"It's okay, Kazuya," Eijun says, voice hoarse. He doesn't always like it when Miyuki comes inside him because there's always mess to clean up later, but this time he wants it. He wants Miyuki's mess and he wants the crescent moon shaped marks of his nails digging into his flesh and he wants the soreness.
He wants Miyuki to leave his mark on him, to make it impossible for Eijun to look at his own body without thinking of this .
"It's okay," he repeats, " please Kazuya -"
The angle is awkward but Eijun turns his face to kiss him; hot, open-mouthed and sloppy, he catches his name with his lips and teeth as his partner's orgasm shudder through him.
"Jesus," Miyuki murmurs. He sounds blissed out, and Eijun allows himself a moment to preen about that. "If I'd have known that this was your kink I would have stolen your clothes sooner."
Eijun jabs an elbow back into Miyuki's stomach and grins at the wheeze panted out against his neck.
"If I have a hickey the team is going to ream me," Miyuki moans. Eijun rolls his eyes as they arrange themselves under the sheets. It's a good thing his roommate is gone for the weekend because Eijun doesn't know if he would've had the energy to pull on his sweatpants. As it is he doesn't want to move from his comfortable spot pressed up against Miyuki's side.
"If you have a hickey, it'd be your own damn fault," he grumbles. "Did you set your alarm clock?"
Miyuki makes a sleepy noise and presses his lips to Eijun's temple. He's asleep in minutes, leaving Eijun to listen to his deep, even breathing and think about what he's going to put in Miyuki's travel bag this time.
OMAKE
When Kuramochi comes over to watch the game with him the next evening, he's not really expecting the mischievous glint in his eyes or the tabloid he throws at Eijun's face.
"Kuramochi-senpai! Why!"
Kuramochi cackles at his wailing and settles into the saggy old couch that takes up most of the space in Eijun's dorm room. "Hyaha! Just thought you'd like to see what your husband is up to."
"Not my husband," Eijun mumbles, but he picks up the print anyway and flips through it. "What am I looking for, senpai?"
"Oh, I think you'll know."
Eijun eyes him skeptically, but as soon as he flips to the right page he realizes Kuramochi is right.
"What the hell , Miyuki Kazuya?!" He presses a hand against his burning cheek and tries not to get flustered over the jaunty wink thing Miyuki's doing to the camera in the photograph attached to the article.
This is all Miyuki's fault.
He's going to kill him .
Japan's Baseball Darling Talk of Town Sporting Surprising Colors!
Miyuki Kazuya, one of Japan's most impressive new professional baseball players, was spotted out and about with some of his teammates earlier this week -only instead of sporting the black and orange of his team, the Yomiuri Giants, he was seen sporting Keio blue and red. What could this mean? We immediately set out to investigate, though we seem to have uncovered more questions than answers.
Ayumi-chan, our sports correspondent, managed to pitch him a few questions, but, while Miyuki-kun is known in the world of baseball for having a quick wit and being an aggressive, offensive player on the field, his answers about the hoodie in question were evasive.
After striking out with her queries, Ayumi-chan only had this to say of the catcher: "He just gave me one of those swoon-worthy smiles -you know the one, ladies- and said 'I don't know, I just picked it up somewhere.' And then he winked!"
Obviously the Giants' newest strategist has something up his sleeve. Could it be that Miyuki-kun has a girlfriend who attends Keio? It's hard to know with someone as tight-lipped about his personal life as the Giants' #18, but with looks, intelligence, and physical prowess like Miyuki-kun's, this reporter would be surprised if he doesn't.
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