The afternoon was a bright sunny day with hardly a cloud in the sky. The sunlight was glaring off Ken's motorcycle as he rounded the corner to his favorite park. He didn't plan on going there. It was almost as though his bike took him there on auto pilot.

Ken parked his motorcycle and walked up to the soccer field. He ran his right hand over the goal post. Painfully, memories of his younger days filled his mind.

"Ken Hidaka saves another goal! And the crowd goes wild!" Ken boasted as he hung from the goal post. He jumped off and started running the field. He pretended he was kicking a soccer ball. "Hidaka dodges an opponent on his right. He dodges one on his left. He's wide open. It's just him and the goalie. He shoots. He scores! And the crowd goes wild!"

"YAY!" Omi clapped behind him.

Surprised, Ken blushed, "Omi? How long have you been here?"

Omi smiled. "He shoots. He scores! And the crowd goes wild!" Omi mimicked Ken's running with the soccer ball.

Ken laughed. "Stupid."

"Hey! You were the one who did it."

"What are you doing here? I thought you had morning classes?"

"Uh, Ken, it's four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Oh, really? I didn't realize."

"Dumb jock." Omi mocked.

Ken grabbed Omi around the neck and shoulders. "Why you little . . . "

Omi chuckled.

Ken laughed but accidentally knocked Omi off balance. Omi's footing slipped. He grabbed hold of Ken's arm tight. Unfortunately, Ken's foot slipped on the grass and he wasn't able to stay upright either. They both went crashing down to the ground. Omi landed on his back while Ken toppled down on top of him.

After a moment, Ken pushed up from the ground to get his face out of the dirt and found himself face to face with Omi. His body was completely trapping Omi's body under his.

Omi smiled widely, "Clumsy jock."

"You're one to talk. You drug me down with you!" Ken snapped back.

"I didn't want to lay on the ground all alone." Omi breathed.

Ken's eyes widened. Omi's breath caressed Ken's cheek. Ken could feel Omi's chest rise and fall in the same rhythm as his own. Ken's heart started beating faster as he looked over Omi's body under his and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I feel great." Omi whispered. "What about you?"

Ken gazed into Omi's blue eyes and noticed them burning back into his own green eyes. "Omi, about last night . . . "

"Yes, Ken-kun."

Ken grinned from ear to ear. He felt so natural and so comfortable lying there with Omi. "I've been dreaming about you, Omi," was what Ken was about to say when suddenly, Omi's phone rang.

Ken rolled off Omi.

"Hello?" Omi answered.

Ken got up and dusted himself off. 'What lousy timing,' he thought.

"Hey, Ken."

Ken turned back to look at Omi.

"That was Yohji. Apparently, Manx just showed up at the retreat. We've got to go back."

"Yeah, okay. You want a ride?"

"Sure." Omi grinned.

"Here. You take my helmet. We can't have the brains of our group getting hurt, now can we?"

"Just how bad are you going to drive?" Omi asked as he brushed himself off and gazed across the field. He saw two girls walking in their direction gesturing at Ken. Omi turned to Ken who was busy checking his motorcycle out before their ride. Omi said, "Hey, Ken, looks like you've got some admirers."

"Huh?" Ken turned to look in the direction Omi was pointing. "Oh, no! Not those two."

"You know them?"

"Yeah, well, they recognized me from my J-league days when I was playing here a few weeks ago. They've been bugging me ever since. Let's go before they get here."

"If you say so, Ken-kun."

Ken chuckled, "Get on the bike, stupid."

"You dumb jock!" Omi smirked as he hopped on the motorcycle behind Ken wrapping his arms around Ken's waist.

"Hold on tight." Ken said as he tore down the road back to Yohji's mountain retreat house.