This is called Games. Inspired …. By dinner and sleeping. Yup …I haven't updated this for awhile, and this half came to me in dinner, half came while I was sleeping when I shouldn't have been. Anwyay, this is dedicated to all my reviewers, and all my friends. I hope you like this sweetness, drabble/oneshot. Leave a review, please.
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Games
Baseball, in all its glory and fame, had always been Sora Kayaki's favorite sport. Even though he was incredibly athletically challenged, and never did score any runs for his high school gym classes' teams; he loved baseball. He wasn't sure why he loved it, he figured it was just one of those things that all men did. He saw enough guys at the stadium, shouting at the team, bearing foam fingers and baseball caps. Those, as Sora called them, were the fanatics. He was only a mere spectator.
He even remembered his first game. It was with his father, and his best friend. His father, Anayo, had brought him here on the weekend for a reward for having good grades (and a creeping suspicion about Sora's sexuality, no doubt. What kid went around kissing his best friend on the cheek daily, and blushed afterwards?! Or perhaps it was just Sora's way of being friendly. Either way, Anayo digressed).
Sora had clung to Riku mercifully on their first trip here, weaving in and out of the crowd with the taller teen as they followed his father. Sora was ten, and Riku was, respectably, eleven.
Anayo had shown the pair of pre-teen's to their seats, and left to order from drinks, fried dough, and the usual things you would order. That day, Sora consumed more fatty foods than he had /ever/ fathomed, and gotten Riku annoyed with him to the point of no return. Cotton candy in your /perfect/, beautiful hair can tick anyone off, was what Riku told Sora in way of explanation. But Sora didn't mind Riku's little snap at him, due to the fact that later on he had caught his first ball during the last inning.
Riku had been /oh so/ jealous.
So today, just like he did every April, Sora dragged his best to the ball game. Of course, Riku was as dashing and drop dead /gorgeous/ as ever, being finally twenty. Sora, well, was just as skinny, frail looking, optimistic, and dense as ever, even if he was nineteen and attending his first year of college.
Some things never changed.
Regardless, Sora swung his body into the seat. Second row, left field. Now this was what he called a great seat. Blue eyes flashed happily over to his taller friend who was still standing, rubbing his temples as if something was wrong. "Riku?" Sora dared, arching an eyebrow and blinking curiously.
"I'm going to get a soda or something. I'm parched." Riku grumbled towards Sora before hiking back up the stadium stairs, hands buried deep in his pockets.
"He should have done that earlier." Sora pouted once Riku had left.
The brunette's stomach grumbled, on cue, the moment he had gotten comfortable in his seat. Sora bit his bottom lip in attempt to silence the sound, which worked to no avail. Eyes flashed around, looking for the usually conveniently placed venders walking about, selling over-priced treats to anyone who was too lazy to get up. Namely him.
Sora's eyes flashed to a lank red-haired vender a few rows up. A grin plastered itself on Sora's unknowing face as his right hand shot up, beckoning the man over gleefully. Poor, naïve, dense, little Sora.
The red-haired male's eyes met Sora's as he progressed over. "Do I know you?" Was the first thing that spilled from the taller man's refined lips. He wore all black, which only accentuated his vibrant cat-like, green eyes.
"I don't…" Sora began but blinked when he realized who the man was. "Axel?" He dared.
"…Sora." He returned with a devilish smirk, setting his tray on a vacant seat only to sit down beside the spiky brunette. Sora recoiled a bit, squirming away from the intimidating man beside him.
An arm reached out from Axel's side, slipping around Sora's shoulders a bit too friendly. "What can I get for you, sweetheart?" He cooed into the brunette's ear, purposely pushing his face too close to Sora's.
"N-nothing." Sora answered in a small 'eep' sort of noise, his appetite completely disintegrated.
"Nothing?" Axel echoed, fingers splaying along Sora's boney shoulders.
"Nothing." Sora clarified, biting his bottom lip, his body being as tense as possible. "You can go back to work…" Sora trailed off nervously.
"You're cute." Came the compliment out of nowhere from Axel, tugging the boy closer to him.
"…" Sora eyed him, shaking his head. "I'm not." He gulped before continuing. "And I don't appreciate … you coming onto me after you broke my brother's heart."
"Kid." Axel laughed coldly, rolling his eyes, "You can only break someone's heart if you sleep with them. I, on the contrary, have never, and will never sleep with that blonde boy. Roxas. It was just a fling." Axel informed.
"How can you say that?" Sora splattered, eye's widening as he shook his head in fury. "Roxas was really devastated!"
"Eh." Axel shrugged, "Love sucks." His fingers pulled the other closer once again, so Sora's side was jammed against the armrest separating them. "Now, how about a date tomorrow night?"
"I…" Perfect timing. Savior Riku to the rescue. "Have a boyfriend." Sora declared incredibly loudly as Riku walked down the row, arching an eyebrow at Axel and his best friend. Blue eyes met obviously confused aquamarine ones of Riku's, trying to explain. Riku's face completely paled.
"Really?" Axel arose from his seat, allowing Riku to sit down. He eyed the pair suspiciously. "You two don't seem like a couple." Axel noted, hands shoving themselves onto his hips as he exchanged looks from the bewildered expression on Riku's face, to the proud one on Sora's. Peculiar.
"Y-yes. We're dating." Sora slurred his words, heart pounding loudly. Please don't get mad, Riku …
"Don't buy it." Axel teased, arm reaching out to jab Sora on the nose. That hand was slapped away by Riku who soon after snagged Sora's, literally pulling the brunette out of his chair and onto his lap.
Sora's face paled and then scorched a dark red. What!? His eyes screamed as he felt his body laying flush against Riku's. He gulped weakly as he felt the eyes of his brother's ex-boyfriend drilling a hole into his back.
"Of course we're dating." Riku replied in a sultry voice, eyes flashing from Axel to Sora. "Go along with it," Riku murmured, understanding Sora's situation. Axel looked a bit iffy, to which Riku caught at once.
"I'm sorry, Sora." Riku whispered before his arm reached upward, tugging Sora's face closer to his. Sora made a small, almost silent eep noise as the brunette's forehead banged against his. They, by now, were inches apart, and Riku's heart was in his throat. Riku wasn't sorry. At all.
Lips met somewhere in the middle as Riku's arms soothingly relocated themselves around Sora's waist. Sora squeaked into the kiss, not really expecting his best friend to be doing this in this situation. He didn't mind it, oh not at all, in fact he loved it, but he didn't want Riku to be doing this because he was forced to. Sora closed his eyes, hoping Axel would go away before he did something he would regret.
"Fine. Have fun with your puny boyfriend." Axel scoffed, storming away from the row and leaving the two to be.
Sora melted into the kiss, fingers softly running through Riku's soft locks of silver. He felt like he was weightless, and on fire at the same time. Riku's digits splayed on the small of his back, pushing Sora flush against his once more as his lips took the smaller's in his, biting it softly. This action earned a muffled moan from the earlier silent Sora.
"I think," Sora breathed into the chaste kiss, "he's gone…" Sora finished, trying to catch his breath.
Riku stared at re-opened blue eyes, gauging his reactions. A sympathetic look spread onto the taller male's lips as he sighed. "You can get off if you want." Riku mumbled, trying to hide six years of want from leaking into his voice.
"Unless you don't want me to?..." Sora dared, throat going dry all of a sudden.
"Mm .. I think he's looking this way," Riku mumbled slyly, leaning forward and taking Sora's lips within his own once again. Sora blushed, pressing back into the kiss, and closer towards his best friend.
After a few moments, they separated. "We shouldn't be doing this in public," Sora murmured under his breath.
"That's the /point/, Sora. If he can't see us then," Riku began with a smirk but was silenced when he saw the seriousness in Sora's eyes. "…I'm sorry." He answered dejectedly.
"Do you like me?" Sora found himself finally asking after five years of trying to deny it in his head.
Riku stared at Sora who was only inches away. His mind tried to grasp for an answer, but soon a much more suitable response flickered into his mind. Riku pulled Sora closer to him, so that their lips were millimeters apart. Only then did he whisper, "Well look at that…a home run."
Sora didn't get it at first, due to the fact that the crowd wasn't cheering like they usually would when a homerun was hit. "…What?" He wasn't getting where Riku was going with this.
"You're horrible with analogies," Riku teased before kissing his sweet, little brunette once more/making/ him understand.
Maybe Sora never did get anywhere in gym class … but at least now he was on the bases.
