"Yay! Valentine's! I'm going to get so much chocolate!" Tajima proclaimed, his cheerfulness always brightening everyone's mood in the morning-even though they had been up since god-awful five o clock.

"Let's hope you don't get fat." Izumi responded with a small snicker.

Tajima would not be abashed, continuing his happy parade towards the school. "Chocolate! Chocolate!"

"I don't know why he's so happy, far as I know, he's not dating anyone, right?" Someone spoke, but Abe couldn't be bothered to place the voice, too focused on his pitcher that was acting squirrely- well even more so than usual.

"Think you're gonna get anything, Abe?" Sakaeguchi inquired.

Abe shrugged, "I don't see why I would. Besides I don't like chocolate much anyway." Did Mihashi just wince over there? Had Tajima accidentally hit the pitcher? Like any responsible catcher would tolerate that! Abe moved forward in the group, managing to herd Mihashi away from the center of the group. "Are you alright?"

Mihashi's eyes darted away, "I'm fine!" He squeaked. He hadn't squeaked like that in weeks, what had happened? Abe went to grab the pitcher's arm so he could figure it out, but the bell rang, calling every student to class, "Bye Abe-kun!" The sandy-haired boy ran off, following Tajima and Izumi to their class.

"Bye...Ren." Abe sighed. Really? He was going to get depressed just because Mihashi had called him 'Abe-kun' instead of 'Takaya'? He was mildly annoyed with himself as he headed off to his own class with the others.

-.- After practice -.-

What is going on?! Abe was now officially frustrated. Mihashi had been acting weird all freaking day, even at practice! Abe had had threatened to box his ears more than once for throwing crap.

"Having fun throwing crap at me?" Abe asked with his too-pleasant voice as he cornered Mihashi in the locker room after everyone had left.

Mihashi squirmed, looking everywhere for an escape though Abe had made sure there would be none, "I-I'm s-s-sorry, A-Abe-kun!" There it was again, 'Abe' not 'Takaya'.

"Ren." Mihashi stopped wriggling at the catcher's pained tone, "What's going on? Please tell me."

The pitcher stared at the floor, "You don't like chocolate."

"What?"

Mihashi pulled out a small red and white striped box, "I got you-" He sniffled, holding the box out to Abe, "B-but you don't like chocolate very much." The pitcher wiped his teary eyes pathetically as Abe took the box and looked inside, "I shouldn't have gotten you something that you don't like." The catcher didn't know what made his heart melt first, the Valentine's chocolates in the box, or how Mihashi was crying because he thought Abe wouldn't like the gift.

"Ren." Abe was sure that anyone could hear the adoration just oozing in his voice as he scooped the smaller boy into his arms, squeezing him tightly before capturing the pitcher's lips. "I love it. Thank you."

"Bu-but you-"

"Anything you would give me, I'd love." Abe smiled, pecking Mihashi's lips again.

Mihashi blushed red, peeking up at the catcher shyly, "Really? You like it?"

"Of course, because it's from you." The taller boy answered with a definite nod, caressing the pitcher's face, "I wish I thought to get you something."

"I already have everything I want..." Mihashi responded, leaning his face into Abe's hand, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you." While the catcher's heart melted into a puddle of love, another part of him had just gone hard with lust. Too adorable. He thought, capturing the Mihashi's lips in a deep kiss. The pitcher let out a soft whimper when Abe cupped his ass, pulling his pelvice against the catcher's, making their throbbing members rub together. Too many clothes. Abe decided instantly, stripping Mihashi down.
He took a moment to look the nude pitcher up and down, Maybe I can still give you something. Abe thought as he dotted kisses across Mihashi's chest, stroking the smaller boy's erection as he did so, and ever so slowly dropped his mouth farther and farther down. Mihashi gasped loudly, gripping Abe's shoulders when the catcher took Ren's slick cock into the wet heat of his mouth. Abe rolled his tongue over the head, teasing the underside, pleased as Mihashi let out a sound of bliss and his hips trembled. The catcher's hand travelled up, rubbing a pert nipple as he came across it, making Mihashi let out a low moan as pleasure mounted.
Abe took the pitcher's erection into his mouth as far as he could, massaging his partner's sack with a light touch before pressing his fingers against the sensitive spot just behind the balls. The catcher didn't even get a warning, barely able to react when he felt Mihashi's sack pull tight as the sandy-haired boy came hard.

Mihashi gasped, turning bright red as he watched Abe swallow and then lick his lips, "S-s-sorry Ta-ta-takaya!"

The bigger boy couldn't resist the opportunity to tease, "Salty." He answered with a smirk, licking his fingers. The pitcher's eyes were big with shock, his pupils dilated with arousal, though they closed as he savored Abe's kiss, licking inside the catcher's mouth with surprising eagerness, "Like the taste of yourself in my mouth?" Abe inquired, watching Mihashi avert his eyes in sudden shyness. However, as if he could feel his partner's eyes on him, he glanced back over at the bigger male and dragged his tongue erotically over his lips; first the top with a quick lick while the bottom lip got a smooth lick from one side to the other.
Abe captured the pitcher's mouth again, biting softly on that bottom lip and rubbing Mihashi's sex, coaxing it for round two. The pitcher's length became hard under the darker haired boy's ministrations, his kisses almost needy as Abe indulged him.

"I love you." Mihashi whispered heatedly, tangling his fingers in the catcher's hair, and starting to murmur, "Takaya." Over and over, like a mantra, as Abe pierced his insides with his fingers, then began to scissor them deep inside, dragging against the pitcher's sweet spots, and stretching him for what was to come. And what came next was Abe's favorite part; sliding his erection that was already dripping pre-cum deep into Mihashi's willing body. He loved the feeling of nearly unbearable heat from the smaller boy's insides, Ren's soft chirps and moans of pleasure and surprise, the tight grip of pitcher's fingers in his hair from one hand and the fingertips of the other digging into his shoulder. The catcher came just from being inside, his own hands no doubt leaving little bruises on the underside of Mihashi's thighs. God, how it turned Abe on to think he was leaving a mark on the pitcher; it stirred up all of his feelings of possession he's mine.

It took only those thoughts to bring hardness back into Abe's sex, wanting more, craving more of his beloved. "Ren, I'm going to move now." He whispered in a husky tone to Mihashi, only to receive a breathy moan while the pitcher shifted his body to accommodate Abe even more. The two moved together, finding a pace that came in waves of slow to fast, seeking climax together. It wasn't long before they found orgasm once more, moving together in an almost frenzied way before going still and letting out lustful sounds. They panted. "I love you, Ren." Abe murmured when he finally caught his breath.

"Mmm, I love you too." Mihashi replied in a blissed out way, clinging to the catcher as he tried to calm his own heavy breathing. "Happy Valentine's Day." He murmured, sounding half asleep.

Abe couldn't help but let out a laugh, almost forgot how this whole incident began, "Yeah, Happy Valentine's Day."

The end!

Author's note: Happy V-day whoever be reading this :)