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Chapter 3 - Not so private...

Recap: Sawamura has a little incident in the shower room with Miyuki. The pitcher's feelings stir as a new found sensation has befallen him.

- Later that night -

It was well past midnight when everyone made their way to bed. The school grounds were silent with only the slight stirring of crickets chirping in the background. The baseball club members were all sound asleep, duly so as they had a long hard day of tiring training. Of course, exceptions existed as one particular pitcher was awake reminiscing and contemplating his earlier encounter and the weird feelings he felt.

The second year pitcher laid atop the bed on his side staring at the sleeping catcher across the room. The curtains to the dorm room were left opened; thus, the moonlight flooded the room illuminating a majority of it.

'Oh great...what do I do...I wonder if Miyuki's asleep...' Sawamura thought as his reminiscing brought about some bodily reactions that he needed to take care of.

"Miyuki..." Sawamura whispered, ensuring it was loud enough for the catcher to hear if he were awake. Luckily, his whisper was met with silence, but the cautious pitcher wanted to make sure.

"Miyuki!' Sawamura whispered slightly louder. Again, he was met with silence.

The younger teen took a nervous gulp as he felt his heart pounding. The locker room incident had triggered and snapped the final straw. Sawamura couldn't avoid his feelings anymore, it was confirmed when he laid atop Miyuki's chest. But alas, he needed to keep it a secret from everyone, including the catcher.

'Come on Eijun...let's do it, he's asleep...' the pitcher had more troubling problems at the current moment as he had been holding out on releasing his pent up desires for the catcher since the incident earlier in the evening. Now that he was alone with a sleeping Miyuki, and that the resurfacing thoughts had triggered a stronger emotional desire, or more so a lustful desire, he wanted to relieve it in the most obscene and dangerous way.

'Ok...let's...' Sawamura was determined. He wanted to relieve himself in front of the sleeping catcher, while staring into the catcher's face. He wanted the thrill, he wanted to be able to look into the face of the one he wanted while doing it, and for some odd reason unknown to him, he liked the prospect of getting caught by said catcher. Of course, his mind wasn't making sense of his actions, only his body was doing the thinking at this point in time.

Sawamura turned around such that he was now laying on his back. His head was still turned to look into the catcher's peaceful sleeping face. The pitcher then reached his left hand down and slipped it under his boxers. From there, he slowly caressed his throbbing member. It was yearning for attention, twitching from need and desire of release, and Sawamura was gladly obliging the calls.

The pitcher started out slowly, caressing his member from the tip down along the shaft, drawing circles around his base and ending at his balls. He played around for a couple minutes while staring at Miyuki's face until he felt some fluid soaking into his boxers. His heartbeat was getting faster and his breathing got deeper and heavier, all from the pleasure he was giving himself.

Eventually, his left hand grasped his shaft. He could feel the pulsation of his member coincide with every heartbeat. He wanted attention, and he was about to deliver it.

"Ugggghhhh..." The pitcher whispered as he began to slowly pump his member. The sensation was incredible. He had waited for a good four hours to do this as he couldn't find privacy prior to everyone sleeping. His breathing got faster and heavier as his eyes stayed poised on the sleeping third year.

Suddenly, Miyuki started stirring in his sleep.

'is...he waking up...' a bead of cold sweat rolled down Sawamura's forehead as the aspect of getting caught flooded into his mind. Luckily, for the pitcher, the catcher was just shifting in his sleep, causing the pitcher to sigh in relief; however, this caused Sawamura's member to get even harder. The pitcher responded to this by gripping it tighter and increasing the speed of his hand's up and down movements.

"Aaahhhhhh...uhhhhh...hhhhaaaa..." the pitcher moaned with each exhale as whispers of pleasure resonated through his lips.

A few minutes passed and everything was going smoothly. Miyuki was still asleep and clueless about the pitcher's lewdness. Sawamura on the other was enjoying himself as he continued his pleasuring venture.

"Miii...yuuu...kiiiii..." Sawamura continued as his pumping went faster. His boxer started to get wetter and wetter from the precum, but the pitcher didn't care. He was alone with the clueless catcher. He would face the consequences of the mess later, but for now, all that mattered was the bliss he felt.

"Miyuuu..." Sawamura whispered again, but stopped mid-sentence as his eyes caught sight of the catcher's hand moving under the shirt, pulling it up a bit. From across the room, Sawamura could see the moonlight reflect upon the catcher's exposed and nicely toned abs. The moonlight glisten as it trickled off the beautifully structured body. The catcher's hand went further up towards the catcher's chest, pulling the shirt along all the way, exposing more bare skin. Sawamura could now see a glimpse of Miyuki's chest, the well defined muscles and a slight pink nub.

The pitcher was breathless. His heart skipped a few beats. His hands stopped moving as it just grasped onto his member firmly. He could feel more blood flowing down south as he became hornier and hornier from the sight in front of him. He admired the view from afar as he photographically captured the image of the sleeping catcher and his body into his mind.

"Miyuki..." Sawamura whispered as he continued his pumping motion. Subconsciously, the pitcher's other hand moved under his shirt and started to caress his own chest.

"AAAHHHHHHH...HHAAAAA..." The pitcher whispered in a louder voice as his right hand went over his nipple and started to play with it. His left hand continued pleasuring his member as it squeezed harder while stroking faster. Sawamura could feel his precum slowly lubricate his entire penis from tip to the base of his shaft as his hand collected and distributed it every time it went over the tip.

"Uggghhhh..." Sawamura eventually closed his eyes, recalling the image of the locker room incident. He recollected the memory of his face pressed against Miyuki's chest, his hands feeling the rock hard chest, his body pressed against every inch of the catcher's body. It was exhilarating, it was thrilling. He was surprised he didn't get a hard on there and then.

"Miyu...kiii..." Sawamura whispered louder. His eyes were now closed as he continued to replay the incident in his mind. His left hand continued to pump faster and faster. He could feel his member cry out in agony as it was readying itself for release.

"Ahhhhh...hhhhhhaaaa...hhhhhaaaa..." the pitcher moaned as his right hand continued to caress his chest, body and nipples.

"Ahhhh...Mii...yuu..." his breaths got deeper and heartbeat got faster. He could hear the thumping of his heart and the pulsation of his member with each beat.

"Uuuummmmmm..." his mind's thoughts got dirtier and dirtier. Eventually, the final scene of the locker room incident popped in his mind. It was the moment that Miyuki put him into a head lock and he got a close up view of the catcher's penis.

"Haaaaa...ugaahhh..." the pitcher continued to whisper. In his mind, all he could see was Miyuki's member. The pitcher mentally leaned in towards the image of the catcher's member with his mouth ready to encapsulate the entire thing. Sawamura continued pleasuring himself while his mind ran rampant with thoughts, with his eyes were and mouth gaping open. He was getting harder and harder all the whole edging closer and closer.

"Ahhhhh...UGGGHHHHHHH..." the pitcher whispered in a scream as he felt a burst of warm thick sticky fluid erupt out and into his hands.

"Haaaaa..." the pitcher exhaled with his eyes still closed as he finished up the final thoughts running through his mind.

*FLASH* a sudden bright light illuminated the dark room for a split second.

Shocked, Sawamura quickly opened his eyes to look at the offending source of disruption, but to his shock, what greeted him was his worst nightmare. He was caught. In front of him was Miyuki. Miyuki had woken up. Miyuki was kneeling inches away from him. Miyuki was staring right into his eyes. Miyuki had the biggest grin on his face. Miyuki held a cell phone in his hand. Miyuki had taken a picture of him. Miyuki had taken a picture right when he came. The only thing his mind saw was Miyuki.

'...it's over...' was the only thought that cross Sawamura's mind. His lewd act was captured on camera. He was going to get blackmailed, and by none other than Miyuki, the worst possible person to give an upper hand to.

"M-m-mi-...Mi...yuki..." Sawamura stuttered to talk while trying to recompose himself. He knew he was whispering moans of pleasure and calling out the catcher, but he wasn't sure how much of that was caught by Miyuki.

"S-s-sa...Sawa...mura!" Miyuki responded.

"Ummm..." Sawamura tried to formulate his next sentence.

"Ahhhhh...ummmmm...hmmmm..." Miyujki started to make the exact same noises that Sawamura moments ago made.

The pitcher blushed furiously upon hearing the moans.

"I-I-I can...explain!" Sawamura replied.

"What's there to explain? You were jacking off with me in mind. But the question is, why?" Miyuki stated in curiosity while eyeing the pitcher.

"I...I..." Sawamura didn't know what to say.

"I..I...have the hots for you?" Miyuki finished up Sawamura's sentence.

"W...w...what..? ... NO!" Sawamura continued to stutter before he fell into silence. He was turning into a deeper red as Miyuki interrogated him, not to mention he was in a very embarrassing position. His left hand was still in his pants, while his right hand was frozen touching his chest.

"You don't need to pretend..." Miyuki got close to Sawamura and whispered.

"By the way, I wasn't really sleeping just now...soooooo...I know exactly what you did." Miyuki smirked in triumph.

"No...nononono...I wasn't doing what you were thinking!" Sawamura slid back a bit on his bed trying to get some distance away from the catcher.

"Then what? You were calling out my name, unless...you know another Miyuki?" the catcher asked the jumpy pitcher.

Sawamura stayed silent. He had nothing to say.

As the pitcher attempted to avoid eye contact, Miyuki pulled out his phone and started to play around with it.

"Still trying to deny playing around with yourself?" Miyuki started to chuckle, which only caused the pitcher to cower in silence.

"Well, I guess you can explain this to everyone tomorrow." Miyuki said in a nonchalant tone while showing Sawamura the picture he had taken.

"Waaaahhh" the pitcher exclaimed as he sank deeper into the bed. He attempted to grab the phone, but one hand was still stuck in his pants, while the other under his shirt.

"I wonder what the others would say..." Miyuki pondered as he quickly put the phone into safety of his pocket.

"M-m-m-mi-yuki!" Sawamura stuttered. His face was fear stricken from the aspect of having everyone laugh, or worse, scorn him.

"Pl-please don't..." Sawamura whispered as he looked pleadingly into Miyuki's eyes.

"Ha ha, of course I won't, I won't let anyone see your coming face." Miyuki gave the widest grin possible, causing the pitcher to look in confusing while processing the words.

"C-c-coming...fa..." but before the pitcher could finish, he felt a pair of warm lips clasp onto his. Miyuki had gently pressed his lips against Sawamura's, causing the pitcher to freeze in shock.

'What's happening...' Sawamura thought as his heart jumped erratically for a whole new reason. It was as if his forbidden feelings were suddenly answered and reciprocated.

Miyuki broke the kiss and moved away a bit.

"W-wh-what...stop fooling around..." Sawamura whispered while flabbergasted from the unfolding events.

"Eijun...I'm not..." Miyuki whispered, which sent chills down Sawamura's back.

The catcher leaned in so that his mouth was next to the pitcher's ears. Sawamura's face was almost pressed right up against Miyuki's neck.

'Miyuki's scent...' Sawamura thought as he recollected the incident from earlier today. The moment he fell atop Miyuki, he was able to smell a sweet scent, Miyuki's scent. Sawamura was getting nervous from being so close to the catcher again.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep? You're practically calling my name every night..." Miyuki stated bluntly. The pitcher froze in his position unable to reply.

"You know...stuff like...Miyuki...don't...please don't...not there...ahhhh...ahhh..." Miyuki went on giving examples.

"Wh...what..." Sawamura stuttered in response.

"Yup, luckily we're sharing the same room, otherwise everyone would know you looooove me." Miyuki paused to listen for the pitcher's response, but none came. All he felt was the pitcher's breathing hitting against his neck. The warm air hitting his skin with each exhale sent a chill down Miyuki's spine.

"I-I-I..." Sawamura started.

Without letting the pitcher finish, Miyuki went in for another longer kiss. The pitcher was still too stunned and confused to comprehend anything. Of course, the sharp catcher realised this and pulled away.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Miyuki asked.

"What are you doing..." Sawamura whispered subconsciously.

"What don't you get?"

"Stop teasing me...I don't care anymore, you can do anything with the picture..." Sawamura couldn't take Miyuki's teasing. It was as if the catcher was playing with his heart and taunting him. He pouted and turned his head the opposite direction

"Baaaakaaaa..." Miyuki reached his hand over to tilt the pitcher's face back to viewing position, so that he could look the pitcher in the eyes.

"Are you that dense? It's cuz I like you..." Miyuki said in frustration with a slight blush. He immediately looked away from the pitcher after saying that.

Sawamura stared at the catcher, shocked at the side of Miyuki he's never seen before.

"Miyuki..." Sawamura whispered. The pitcher pulled his left hand out from under his pants and reached for Miyuki's face. He gently placed his hand on the catcher's cheeks and turned the catcher's face so that it faced him.

"I...I like...you...too..." Sawamura quietly said in embarrassment and leaned in for a kiss.

The two stayed like that for a couple minutes until Miyuki pulled away.

"Uhhhh Sawamura...you smeared your..ahem...onto my cheek..." Miyuki motioned towards the pitcher's defiled left hand and his cheek.

"Whaaa...I'm soooorr..." the pitcher started, but before he could finish, Miyuki took his index finger, wiped the substance off his cheek and shoved it into Sawamura's mouth.

"Arrrrugghh..." Sawamura squirmed in disgust as he quickly backed away from the intruding finger.

"That's disgusting!" Sawamura complained as he started to wipe his tongue with his shirt.

Miyuki looked at the pitcher, then at his finger, which still had lingering amounts of Sawamura on it. He then put the finger into his own mouth and started sucking it.

"Ewwww..." Sawamura subconsciously said.

"Hmmm...tastes good..." Miyuki said before he leaned in for another kiss, but this time, with some tongue.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be out in 1-2 weeks.