Unexpected Developments

Part Four

Mihashi was thoroughly enjoying himself. The feel of Abe's solid flesh in his mouth was sending him closer and closer to the edge. He knew that subconsciously, he had been rubbing himself along Abe's leg. That, added with the friction of Abe's hardness along the inside of his mouth, something he had fantasized about for so long, also made him feel too close to completion for comfort. He had to lift his hips up and away from the temptation of bucking them, and that gave him a better angle to take Abe deeper into his mouth. He had one hand on Abe's shaft and the other, he realized, was toying with Abe's scrotum. He knew that these things felt wonderful to him when he played with himself. Abe looked as though he was having a good time, and so Mihashi was glad that he was pleasing him properly.

Abe's penis was thick. It was uncut and wider than Mihashi's. Mihashi hadn't wanted to be bad at oral sex, but it was something he wanted to give to Abe even more than pitching to him during their games. So with the flexibility stemming from his youth and his years spent playing in ball clubs, he'd practiced on himself numerous times. He felt like he knew what to expect in what it would feel and taste like; however, Abe's was different. He didn't have to bend his spine so awkwardly, so Mihashi could take Abe full on. It filled so much more of his mouth. Its width had it brushing ever so lightly along the sides of his teeth, making him worry about hurting him, having him increase the pressure of the ring of his mouth to ease the clench of his jaw. This also allowed him to take Abe deeper. He liked it deep. Where self-sucking left something to be desired, he had tried other objects. Bananas were too soft and couldn't hold up to all that he wanted to do. Carrots varied too much in width and didn't have enough give. Then Mihashi found the best practice tool: a pickled cucumber.

They were salty, long and thick, very much like Abe. They held up well against Mihashi's rough handling, and were just hard enough that it was easier for him to imagine that they were the real deal. And so he relived what it had been like to suckle the pickles late at night. How often he had brought himself to completion with them in his mouth, how tart and briny they tasted. How earnestly he'd tried to get what he really wanted out of them, causing them to wind up wrinkled and slightly shriveled once he finally removed them from his mouth.

Mihashi had to pull back. It was all too much for him to recall while he was in the middle of going at it for real. How much had he missed going off into a fantasy of his fantasies? As he sat up, drool dripped from his mouth and clung to his chin. Abe was completely slicked. Mihashi hands were moist as well. He drew them up to his mouth, trying to clean up, not sure if he had ruined it for Abe or not.

Abe's head had been rocking back and forth along the futon but he soon regained his wits enough to venture a peek. He watched Mihashi with hazy eyes for a few seconds. He opened his mouth, but didn't speak. He reached up and grabbed Mihashi by the neck. He added pressure and took himself by the bottom of his shaft, holding it upright. Mihashi could read loud and clear that Abe wanted him to continue. He huffed in relief and quickly lowered himself to keep going. Though it had cooled a bit, it was the perfect slickness for him to pick up where he'd left off. Had it been long enough now, he wondered. Could he get his own satisfaction, or should he wait for Abe? He was rock hard and could tell from how moist his boxers felt that he'd been releasing precum. He was thoroughly hot and needed satisfaction.

Abe wasn't initiating action on Mihashi other than forcing his head down on his crotch. He still had a grip on himself. Mihashi thought that he could stroke himself out, but then he realized it would probably be better if he did something pleasurable for the both of them. Quickly, he swung his hips around and sat on Abe's face. His hips swelled with heated sensation as simultaneously he deep-throated Abe's length, the nubs of his nipples grazed against Abe's body, Abe grabbed at his hips to steady him, and his erection slid down along the side of Abe's nose.

Abe let out a guttural moan as he nestled his face against Mihashi, his grip on hips strengthening. His moans came louder and more frequently. Mihashi's body tautened with the threat of the oncoming spasms of pleasure he'd been seeking. Both he and Abe were shifting their hips towards one another, and Mihashi couldn't hold back any longer. Then he felt something warm and moist caress the slit of the tip of his penis and lost all sense of everything but the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

He let out a catlike whimper as he orgasmed, his thighs quaking weakly, his mouth still fervently working for its reward. Somewhere deep in the halls of his mind he faintly wondered how close Abe was, and in a second, received his answer as a thick, viscous spurt of his semen coated his throat. Mihashi moaned unconsciously as he sucked harder. He had tasted his own before, again, in preparation for that very moment, and again, he was startled by how different Abe's was. It was thicker than his, harder to swallow and came in short waves. There was something to it, something spicy, something very...Abe about it. He was in ecstasy, it was so delicious. He gingerly cupped Abe's scrotum and tugged, trying to urge more out.

Abe gave a choking moan as he reached down to pull out of Mihashi's mouth only to rub the tip across his lips, occasionally sliding it in and then out again. Mihashi liked that too. He liked Abe being aggressive with him. The presence of his hand at his neck had made him feel so good. He wanted to feel that more. He wished that it wasn't over. He could still taste Abe on his lips, but he wanted even more. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to play with him again.

"Hey...?" The sound of Abe's voice caused Mihashi to snap out of his reverie. It sent a shiver up his spine, and he sat up straight next to him. Immediately aware of the situation in a different light now, with a clear mind not 100% set on sexual release, he pulled his hands to his face and hid behind them, blushing furiously, unsure what to do. Abe chuckled at him, and reached up to pull his hands down. Mihashi tried to stop him. They fought weakly against each other for a few moments before Abe sat up, took the moment to pull up his briefs and pants, and then pulled Mihashi into his arms. "Don't be that way," he said. His voice was softer than Mihashi had ever heard it. "You're not embarrassed, are you?"

"I...I...I..." Abe nudged his face down in the crook of Mihashi's neck.

"You're incredible," he said, and he started to softly suckle on his neck. It felt so nice that Mihashi slacked against him, his arms falling to his lap.

"A-A-Abe is...too..." he managed to say. "Abe is...the greatest." Despite his fatigue and slight incoherence, Abe smirked against his neck.

"You get me," he said. Mihashi wanted to look at him. He pushed him back slightly to catch his expression. He looked young and happy. Relaxed and relieved and serene. It was the first time Mihashi had had the pleasure of seeing him so calm and peaceful. He liked that too. He liked all the sides of Abe, all the things Abe had to offer him, all the things he so readily gave him. And only him. Possessively, he wrapped his arms around him and lowered him to the futon. He didn't know where they would go from there. Would this be a constant thing? They liked each other and they had Abe's place to themselves. Would Abe only want sex, then? Mihashi could be useful in many ways. He wanted to let Abe know that having him around had its advantages.

"Abe, do you know what else?"

"What else what?"

"I can help you with your homework."

"Huh?" Was he confused? Perhaps if he listed more things, Abe would understand.

"And next time there'll be meat." Abe didn't say anything. "And I can wash and fold good. And I know the good temperature for water, too." More silence. Concerned, Mihashi rose slightly to look at him. Abe raised an eyebrow at him. They stared at each other for a long time, Mihashi starting to feel anxious.

"Oh... I get it. You mean, about you coming here to help me again."

"Not coming. S-s-s-staying." Mihashi gave him an earnest look. "Is…is that okay?"

"Of course, Mihashi. You don't have to do any of those things, anyway. I can take care of myself."

"But then... What...?" Mihashi couldn't find the words. Abe waited again, his brow curious.

"What would be the excuse for you coming here?" Mihashi nodded. Abe smirked at him and tugged him into his body. "You don't need an excuse, okay? Just so that we can be near each other, okay?"

"And have sex?"

"Sure, and other things. Talk and just be...with each other. I...I miss you, man." Mihashi's chest felt tight and full at hearing those words. So his companionship meant more than just baseball, more than just favors. Even more than just sex. Mihashi started to tear up, he was so happy. He giggled and snuggled closely to him. "Okay?"

"Yeah…"

"So…tomorrow…right after practice, okay? We'll order."

"Okay. But I can make omelets, too." Abe chuckled at him, and kissed him on the temple.

"If you cook, then I can't be next to you. So let's just order, okay? Just…stay next to me…"

After sex Abe was a kind and thoughtful Abe. A sweet and gentle Abe. An Abe just for Mihashi.

Mihashi smiled even though he knew Abe couldn't see it. He nodded and held him tighter. He knew Abe even better now. They trusted each other in a way that others couldn't touch. It was what he wanted and needed in his relationship with Abe. It was fun to learn this new side of him, one that only Mihashi would ever get to know. One that Abe wouldn't ever show to anyone else. And it was a wonderful secret—one that Mihashi would cherish and hold dear for the rest of his life.

Thank you for reading.