A/N: Again thanks for the review! As well as the favourites/follows/etc!
Recap: Miyuki caught Sawamura doing dirty things at night in the dorm room and confronted the pitcher, where they established their mutual feelings for one another.
Chapter 4 - In our own little words...
- The next morning -
Morning came in a blink of an eye. The two had fallen asleep together on the same bed, Sawamura's bed, shortly after confessing to one another. Nothing else happened with the exception that Miyuki decided to wrap his arm around the pitcher's waist, pulling the younger teen into a safe and warm embracing clutch.
The two were still deep in sleep. Sawamura's back was pressed flushed against Miyuki's body. The catcher dug his head into the nape of the pitcher's neck as he slumbered away.
"Mmmmmmh..." Sawamura was the first to stir in his sleep. He was conscious, but decided to keep his eyes shut and attempt to continue his quasi-sleep state.
'Hmmmm, that tickles..' The pitcher thought as he felt a warm force envelop the back of his neck in caresses. It was the feeling of someone breathing rhythmically on him and it felt good.
Sawamura pushed his body back towards the source of heat. In doing so, it triggered the arms around his waist to squeeze tighter. The embrace was comforting and it gave a sense of safety. The arms pulled the pitcher in causing every inch of the two bodies to touch.
"Mmmmmm..." came a low tone from behind the pitcher, which resonated every cell in the pitcher's body. The low vibration caused a chill to run down Sawamura's spine, but at the same time, it felt great. Sawamura was dazing between an awake and sleeping state, floating in and out. It was too comfortable to move.
"Hmmmm...what's that hard thing...' the younger teen pondered as he felt something press against his back side.
"Sawa...mura..." came a whisper.
"Mi...yuki..." realisation downed upon the pitcher that the catcher was sleeping with and hugging him.
'...wait...that hard feeling...' the pitcher was putting one and one together.
"Miyuki! Waaaaahhhh..." Sawamura shouted as he quickly turned around and looked downwards to realise that Miyuki's erection was pressed against him. The pitcher quickly pushed the catcher off the bed to gain some distance.
"AHHHHH...OUCH..." Miyuki shouted as a loud thump was heard. The catcher slowly pushed himself up so that he was in eye contact with the pitcher.
"What was that for!" Miyuki pouted as he rubbed his back.
"Y-y-your...ahem...was pushing against me." Sawamura blushed as he looked towards Miyuki's member pressing against the shorts that shrouded it.
"...You were jacking off yesterday night while looking at me in the face...do I find that weird?" Miyuki retorted with a displeased look on his face.
"W-w-whaaa..." Sawamura was at a loss for words.
"Don't remember? I'll remind you." Miyuki pulled out his phone and opened a video.
"Aaahhhhhh...uhhhhh...hhhhaaaa...Miii...yuuu...kiiiii..." the phone played back every second of it to the bewildered pitcher.
"W-w-wait...you can't do that...that's against my privacy!" Sawamura complained as he started to sweat with terror filled eyes.
"Don't worry...like I said, I won't show it to anyone else...your body's only for my eyes...but then again...you barely show any skin on here...and it's too dark to see anything...although the moans are great..." Miyuki grinned devilishly as his eyes moved up and down the pitcher's entire body.
Sawamura, bewildered, stayed frozen while blushing feverishly.
"Oh, by the way, you might wanna get your bottom half cleaned up, you wouldn't want the others to see that..." Miyuki said before he got up and walked over to grab his towel and change of clothes.
Sawamura looked down to what the other teen was referring to and immediately turned a dark shade of red after realising the stain on his shorts caused by yesterday night's exercise.
"Miyuuuuki! Wait up!" The pitcher immediately got up, grabbed his towel and clothes and ran after Miyuki, so that he could use hide behind the catcher on their way to the showers.
The whole morning went by fast, all that lingered in the catcher's mind was yesterday night.
Before he knew it, they were out in the fields practising. Sawamura opted to throw in the bullpen, so Miyuki decided to join the younger pitcher. Squatting across the bullpen opposite of the pitcher, Miyuki stared in a gaze towards Sawamura while he positioned himself to catch the ball.
Sawamura was stretching to loosen himself up, but to the catcher, he was seeing every muscle in the pitcher's body flexing. Although Sawamura was clothed, Miyuki's imagination distorted reality, showing the catcher what he wanted to see, a naked pitcher. Miyuki mind was substituting bits and pieces collected that he got a glimpse of in the shower, locker and even in their dorm room to create the collage that stood in front of him.
Half dazed with a wandering mind, he completely missed out the fact that the pitcher threw a fastball. The ball flew right by the static glove that was extended in front of the catcher and whipped the catcher right in the face mask, ricocheting it off into some random direction.
Miyuki's head flung backwards causing his body to fall. His mask was knocked off, and there he laid on the ground looking upwards.
"MIYUKI!" Sawamura shouted as he quickly ran over the catcher.
"Are you ok?!" the pitcher asked in fear.
"Ummmm..." Miyuki got up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah...I'm ok..." a slight blush came up on the catcher's face as he recollected as to why he was hit.
"Are you sure? You're getting really red!" Sawamura said as he quickly placed a hand on Miyuki's forehead to check for a fever.
"I'm fine Sawamura. Let's continue practise." Miyuki said before picking up the baseball, dropping it onto the pitcher's hand and going to retrieve his mask.
"If you say so..." Sawamura muttered as he walked back to the other end.
"I guess I'm throwing too fast that you couldn't catch it." The pitcher suddenly said in joy with a big smirk.
"You wish, it's still as slow as ever!" Miyuki yelled back tauntingly.
"WHAT?!" Sawamura jumped in agitation before he threw another pitch, this time faster.
*THWOK*
"YOSH YOSH YOSH! DID YOU HEAR THAT?!" Sawamura shouted in joy as a clean mitt hit echoed through the bullpen.
Miyuki smirked as he saw the overly joyous pitcher shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Pipe it down in there! We're practising here!" a unison of voices came shouting from the fields, but to the battery pair, none of that was heard. Sawamura was in his own world, and Miyuki was watching, trying to get in to see what exactly goes on in the pitcher's mind.
Practice continued, but the catcher was never able to focus. Each time the pitcher swung his arm, Miyuki imagined each and every muscle movement on the pitcher's body and how much he wanted the pitcher and how much he wanted to feel that body.
'Dammit...' Miyuki could feel himself stir down south.
"Sawamura, I'm going to the washroom, you can practice yourself for now..." Miyuki said before taking off his catcher's gear, grabbing his phone and running off. Of course, he ran to the dorm room instead, where he locked the door and had some private time with the video he had.
*A month later*
"You're getting along really well with Sawamura there..." Kuramochi secretly whispered to the catcher while sitting on the dinner table.
"Mmmhmmm" Miyuki responded as he watched the younger teen gulfing down his food.
"Oi Sawamura, slow down or you'll choke." Miyuki shouted causing everyone else to look at the pitcher. As if luck would have it, the pitcher swallowed a little too much, causing the food to lodge in his esophagus.
"Eijun-kun!" Haruichi called after hearing the pitcher go into a fit of hiccups and seeing the other teen hit himself on the chest. He quickly handed Sawamura a glass of water.
Sawamura grabbed the glass and gulped a mouthful of water down, causing the food to dislodge.
"Baaaaaaaakaaaaa..." Miyuki shouted, causing Sawamura to jump slightly in his seat. Everyone else broke into laughter as a slight blush grew on Sawamura's face.
"Eijun-kun...are you ok?" Haruichi asked in concern.
"Harucchi...you're my one and only true friend." Sawamura thanked his pink hair friend while giving glares of daggers to everyone else.
The two third years got up as they finished their meal and started heading out the door. Miyuki had a cup of water that he was slowly drinking away as they walked out to the dirt pavement towards their dorm rooms.
"Haha, I guess you're buttering him up for some action?" Kuramochi went back the previous conversation they had about how close the pitcher had gotten to the catcher.
*cough cough* Miyuki was obviously caught off guard by the comment, causing his mouthful of water to fly out in a fit of coughs.
"W-what?" Miyuki asked in shock.
"Getting him ready to win the Koshien...he's getting close to you cuz he trusts you right?...what's wrong with you recently?" Kuramochi asked in slight confusion, obviously realising his friend wasn't focusing on the conversation.
"N-nothing! Yeah...getting him ready to win...haha..." Miyuki laughed it off, which gained a sigh from Kuramochi as the shortstop decided to give up on understanding the catcher.
"Anyways..it's getting late, I'm gonna head back into my room. You should come by to play some games... and bring that baka along...haven't wrestled with him in ages..." Kuramochi extended an invitation to the catcher, considering that the catcher hadn't done so for well over a couple months.
"Aaaah...we'll see, I'm feeling tired these few weeks...you know...with practicing and having to deal with Sawamura in the room..." Miyuki replied with exasperation.
"What's wrong with Sawamura? He rarely did anything when he was with us during his first year...unless we forced him to at night..." Kuramochi raised an eyebrow in question, of course he had shared a room with the pitcher the previous year, so he knew the younger teen's antics.
"Oh..." Miyuki was caught off guard by Kuramochi's question. He obviously rather spend time with his pitcher, but couldn't tell anyone since their relationship was a secret and they wanted to keep it that way.
"Well...I guess you were lucky...he's one hell of a guy to deal with..." Miyuki frowned in attempt to make the shortstop believe him.
"I guess...he does cling onto you a lot..." Kuramochi shrugged at the thought as he started to walk off towards his room.
"Well...see you tomorrow...if you change your mind, come on by." Kuramochi waived at the pitcher as he disappeared around the corner.
Miyuki also headed back to his room. Apparently he and Kuramochi had talked for much longer than he had realised. Upon opening the door to his dorm room, he was pleasantly surprised as he saw the pitcher undressing.
"Miyuki?" Sawamura called out after hearing the door open. The younger teen's shirt was half off; thus, blocking his vision. The pitcher was standing in the middle of the room in front of the tall mirror that stretched the height of the wall.
Miyuki closed the door and walked up behind the pitcher. He stared at the mirror and saw Sawamura's reflection. His eyes went from top down, noting the naked chest and semi-defined abs radiating from the mirror.
"Yes..." The catcher leaned into the pitcher's ears to whisper before he wrapped his arms around the pitcher's waist and pulled the younger teen in against his body.
"Waahh" Sawamura shouted as he lost balance, but found the safety of the catcher's chest not long after.
"Mi-mi-yuki! W-wh-at are you doing?" Sawamura stuttered as he fought to free himself from his shirt. Eventually, he pulled the shirt off, exposing his entire upper body. The pitcher looked at the mirror and saw vicious lustful eyes staring at him. Before he could react, he felt a pair of lips sucking the nape of his neck.
"Miiiii...mmmmm" Sawamura moaned at the pleasurable feeling.
"Nice body..." Miyuki whispered before continuing his tirade of kisses. The pitcher stared at the catcher from the mirror and immediately blushed.
"S-st-op..." Sawamura fought to say as his body urged for more. His words and bodily reactions were contradicting one another, and the catcher knew it.
Miyuki ignored the pitcher's plead and slid his right hand up along the pitcher's torso and onto the chest where it started to caress every crevice.
"Mmmmm...mmii...ahhhh..." Sawamura moaned again.
A big smirk came on Miyuki's face as his eyes caught sight of a bulge forming from under the pitcher's pants.
"What do we have here Sawamura..." Miyuki said as his left hand started to venture downwards with the fingertips making its way under the pitcher's shorts, but of course, his venture didn't get far.
"Miyuki! I forgot...toooo..." Kuramochi started as he barged into the room to see Miyuki and Sawamura making out.
Sawamura's eyes immediately snapped open and looked at the direction of the intruder.
"CHEETAH-SENPAI!" Sawamura shouted in shock as he quickly pushed Miyuki away.
The shortstop just stared at them with bewildered eyes. He was speechless, his mouth was gaping open. The past month of Miyuki and Sawamura's absence from his dorm room finally clicked into his mind.
"Kuramochi! Miyuki shouted with a voice full of disappointment, irritation and anger, all of which sprouted from the interruption.
Kuramochi stared at the two and walked over to sit down on the bed.
"Don't mind me. Say, got any popcorn?" the shortstop replied as if nothing were happening.
"What are you doing? GET OUT!" Miyuki reprimanded the shortstop.
Sawamura quickly scurried as quickly broke off from Miyuki's hug, grabbed a shirt and put it over his topless body.
"..." Miyuki looked dumbfounded. The catcher was staring with a longing face at the pitcher, while glaring daggers into the shortstop.
"I see you two like wrestling...ahem...in private..." the shortstop mumbled before getting up and leaving, only to close the dorm door to a now silent room.
After the departure of the third wheel, Miyuki looked back at the pitcher with a grin, but was met with the pitcher pulling the blanket over his head.
"Night Miyuki."
A/N: Thanks for reading! Am probably gonna speed up the plot to get to the main point of this story..so enough fluff (I think). Next chapter to come out in ~2 weeks.