CHAPTER 11

Sendoh bent over the face-off circle in Shohoku and smiled at the man across from him. "Hi."

Rukawa's lips quirked up. "Hi."

They'd done this dance so many times, but this time felt the hardest. Sendoh hadn't seen his boyfriend in three weeks, and now he was inches away from him, heart-stoppingly beautiful and completely forbidden.

"Do you have plans after the game?" Sendoh asked casually.

Rukawa's smile a bit. "I'm wide open."

Sendoh hoped his own eyes showed the promise he was trying to silenty transmit: you will be. The way Rukawa licked his bottom lip suggested the message had been received.

The ball dropped, Sendoh won the face-off, and the game was on.

During their fourth shift together, Sendoh was battling Rukawa for the ball against him. Rukawa struggled against Sendoh's faster skills, as they clashed their bodies together. "You got any more tricks to show me?" Rukawa said.

If he was trying to distract Sendoh, it worked. Rukawa wasn't usually the one to try fluster Sendoh with secret sexy messages on the game. The surprise caused Sendoh's body to slacken long enough for Rukawa steal the ball. Sendoh smiled to himself as he chased after him.

The next time Sendoh was pressed against him, later in the first period, Sendoh answered Rukawa. "I don't think I need tricks."

For a split second, their eyes met. Rukawa's were dark and full of promise, but then he said, "We'll see," and shoved Sendoh off of him.

Honestly, Sendoh wasn't expecting anything too complicated to happen tonight. After three weeks of not touching each other, Sendoh would be surprised if they even made it past the living room, or bothered to take their clothes off, before they were both spent and sleepy.

But they did have tomorrow. And the next night.

They hadn't been able to see each other, before the game. The Shohoku had flown into Kanagawa in the afternoon, after practicing, and he and Rukawa had both been busy getting ready for the game. Sendoh's team was flying back to Okinawa directly after this game, but he wouldn't be flying with them. He'd been nervous when he'd told Sensei Washi his fabricated story about needing to meet with Rukawa about their charity tomorrow. He'd never skipped a team flight before, in all of their years of sneaking around, and he was worried it would seem strange now. And obvious.

But Washi hadn't even blinked at it. "It's a day off tomorrow anyway," he'd said easily. "Enjoy Kanagawa."

Sendoh loved his new sensei.

"Rukawa giving you trouble?" Atsushi Tsuchiya, Tendouji best defenseman, asked when Sendoh returned to the bench.

Sendoh's lips curved up. "Always."

By the second period, the score was fifty-two to forty-eight for Shohoku, which wasn't, considering. Fujima had been making incredible saves to keep Tendouji in the game.

After another highlight, Sendoh walked over to Fujima to tap him on the back.

"Is it supposed to rain tomorrow?" Fujima asked, as if he wasn't in the middle of a basketball game and hadn't just done something amazing. "I was thinking about taking my bike out, hitting a trail."

Sendoh could only smile and shake his head. "I don't know."

"I'll check later. Hey, score a goal, would ya?"

"No problem."

Three minutes later, Sendoh scored a goal, trying the game. He waved to the Shohoku crowd as they booed him.

"Stop being an asshole," Rukawa grumbled as he running by him.

Sendoh blew him a kiss.

"Knock that shit off," said a gruff voice beside Sendoh. He turned to find one of the refs frowning at him. "I'll give you an unsportsmanlike conduct penalty if you keep that up."

Sendoh rolled his eyes as he walked to his bench. If the ref only knew how much Sendoh actually wanted to kiss Rukawa.

He enjoyed a brief fantasy as he sat on the bench of pressing Rukawa against the wall and kissing him breathless. That would shut this fucking crowd up.

"Dude," Zito said as they walked to the bench, "this town hates you."

"Nah. They wish I played for them."

Zito laughed. "Rukawa would hate that."

"My good friend Kaede Rukawa, you mean?"

"There's no way he likes you that much."

"He loves me," Sendoh said plainly. Honestly.

Zito, of course, thought he was kidding. "Now you're really dreaming."

Sendoh chomped on his mouth guard to avoid smiling.

A few seconds later, Luca Hachiro took a long pass and was on a breakaway. Most of the Tendouji bench stood up, Sendoh included.

"Get it, Hachiro!" Zito yelled.

They all watched as the ball sailed past the Shohoku defenses arm and into the hoop. His second JBL goal. He jumped up after scoring, arms raised and enormous grin stretching his boyish face. Then he was engulfed by his linemates.

"The damn kid's got skills," Zito said.

"Good. We need them." Sendoh held his hand out for a high five as Luca reached the bench. Luca slapped Sendoh's hand, then was pulled into an awkward embrace by Zito that nearly hauled him over the boards and onto the bench.

"Fucking beauty, kid!" Zito yelled in his ear. "Legendary."

Less than two minutes later, Rukawa scored, making the Tendouji celebrations short-lived.

"That was rude," Sendoh said when they bent for the face-off after.

"What? Trying to win?"

"Couldn't even let the poor Luca enjoy that for a couple of minutes?"

"Maybe I'll explain to you how basketball works later," Rukawa said dryly.

"If that's what you want to do," Sendoh said, "later."

Sendoh won the face-off.

Twenty seconds later, Rukawa had the ball because Sendoh's teammate, Tokia Dorrin, had fucked up a pass. Sendoh really needed a better player on his line.

Rukawa charged into the Tendouji zone but couldn't get a clean shot, so he went to the hoop with the ball. Sendoh chased after him, but couldn't catch him before Rukawa passed the ball to Mitsui at the three line. Sendoh moved to the front of the hoop, and found himself directly in the line of fire when Mitsui start wanted to fired the ball at the hoop. Unfortunately, Mitsui suddenly threw the ball at between Sendoh's legs. The ball caught Sendoh on the side of the knee, and he went down, swearing loudly.

The game stopped a second later. The same ref who'd gotten in Sendoh's face earlier runs over to check on him.

"You need the doctor?" he asked gruffly.

Sendoh glared up at him. "No. Give me a second."

He slowly pulled himself up until he was on one knee, the good one planted on the floor. The other one was bent in front of him and felt like a fiery ball of pain.

"That's my job, y'know," Mitsui said. "What a nice moves I wanna try." He tapped Sendoh one knees with his hand. "But this fucking knee make it fail."

"That's my moves," Sendoh said through gritted teeth. "Is fine. Practice more."

"Ah. Like, you're the ones who created that moves?"

Sendoh stood up with some effort. The crowd clapped for him, but he knew it was half-hearted. The Shohoku fans would probably prefer to see a ball go clean through his torso.

Rukawa approached him as Sendoh made his way to the bench. "You okay?"

"Great." He flexed his knee a few times, testing it and winced.

"Mitsui didn't means to hurt you."

"Yes. Thank you."

Rukawa frowned at him with obvious concern in his eyes. "You sure you're okay?"

Sendoh gave him a quick smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "Maybe no kneeling for a few days."

Rukawa bumped right up against him. "I'll have to make new plans, then."

He walked away quickly, leaving Sendoh grinning and shaking his head as he finished his slow journey to the bench.

Kaede: Where the fuck are you?

Sendoh huffed at his phone in the back seat of a taxi that was taking him- slowy- to Rukawa's house.

Akira: In traffic.

Kaede: Fuck. Where?

Akira: Shohoku? I don't fucking know.

Kaede: Hurry up.

Akira: Ok. I will ask the driver to make the car fly.

For a full minutes, Rukawa didn't reply. Then he wrote...

Kaede: Where are you now?

Sendoh chuckled and wrote...

Akira: You seem a bit horny.

Kaede: I'm fucking dying.

The blunt admission made Sendoh's cock twitch. He wrote...

Akira: Get yourself ready for me then.

Kaede: What do you think I've been doing for the past twenty minutes?

Oh. Fuck.

Akira: You better not come without me.

Kaede: Then you'd better hurry up.

Sendoh was getting way too aroused in this unmoving taxi. He should put his phone in his pocket, take some cooling breaths, and think about something else. But instead he asked.

Akira: Where are you?

Kaede: Bed.

Akira: Touch yourself?

Kaede: Yes.

Akira: How many?

Kaede: 3

Sendoh sucked in a breath, then wrote...

Akira: You need something bigger.

Kaede: I know! That's why I need you.

Kaede: Need to hurry, I mean. Fucking voice-to-text.

Akira: Get yourself close. Right to the edge. But don't come.

Kaede: I already got to the edge once by accident.

Fuck. Sendoh could see it so vividly: Rukawa trying so hard to be good and productive, getting himself ready so Sendoh could slide right into him when they were finally together. Working himself open, trying not to touch his cock. Probably giving it a few strokes anyway, until suddenly he'd found himself on the brink of orgasm. Sendoh could imagine his panicked expression, the desperate way he'd squeeze the base of his cock, teeth clenched, breathing hard through his nose.

Akira: But you didn't come?

Kaede: No.

Akira: Good boy.

Rukawa didn't always like that kind of praise, and, admittedly, Sendoh was usually teasing him when he used it. But not tonight. Tonight, Sendoh was proud of him.

Akira: Can you do it again? For me?

Nothing for a few seconds, and then...

Kaede: Yeah.

Sendoh palmed his right knee, pressing his fingertips into the fresh bruise there, trying to calm his dick down. He wasn't even sure how this weird thing he'd asked for was supposed to work.

Sendoh poked his bruise, and waited.

He loved playing these games with Rukawa. Even though they'd been an exclusive couple for over three years, and secret lovers for years before that, their sex life was for from stale. Every kind of sex they had was exciting: the frantic, heated, almost aggressive sex they sometimes had after a game, or after an argument; the unhurried, exploratory sex they indulged in when they had plenty of time and privacy; the playful, competitive sex they enjoyed when one of them challenged the other.

And this. The times when Rukawa wanted to prove something to Sendoh- wanted to be good for him. And rewarded for it after. Sendoh fucking loved this sex.

He wondered what Rukawa was doing at that moment, as the taxi finally crawled past the accident near the entrance to the station. Was he still touching himself, or was he jerking himself off while he played with his balls? Was he reaching for a toy from the drawer that had gone from housing a solitary dildo to an impressive array of sex toys over the past couple of years? Sendoh was fond of buying Rukawa presents.

Three minutes passed between Rukawa's last text and the next one.

Kaede: Fuck.

Akira: Did you do it?

Kaede: Yes. Fuck you.

Sendoh glanced out the window, then wrote...

Akira: I will be there in five minutes. One more before I get there, ok?

Obviously, Rukawa could refuse. Tell Sendoh to get fucked. Or lie about it. Sendoh knew he wouldn't do any of those things.

Kaede: Ok. You have your key, right?

Akira: Yes.

He smiled at the thought of making Rukawa answer the door like this.

Five and a half minutes later, Sendoh was thrusting a wad of cash at the driver, thanking him quickly, and exiting the car. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and jogged up to Rukawa's front door, past the hedges that secluded the house from the street. He'd given up trying to chill his dick out after the last near-orgasm confirmation text from Rukawa. Now he was rock hard, and desperate to get his hands on his boyfriend.

"Akira?" Rukawa called out from upstairs as soon as Sendoh opened the door.

"Yes."

"Fucking hell. Get up here."

Sendoh practically flew up the stairs, and found Rukawa sprawled on the bed, naked and flushed and beautiful.

"Sorry I'm late," Sendoh muttered. He dropped his backpack on the floor and immediately began tearing off his clothes.

"The last one was a close call," Rukawa said. "I haven't touched myself since."

He was on his back, legs akimbo, one hand resting on the pillow above his head, the other gently stroking his stomach. There was a bottlr of lube on the bed beside him, and Sendoh grabbed it once he was fully undressed.

"Is your knee okay?"

"Good enough," Sendoh said impatiently as he slicked himself up. "How do you want it?"

"Now," Rukawa said.

Sendoh grunted. "Condom?" They rarely used them anymore, but sometimes Rukawa preferred them for easy cleanup.

"Fuck no. Come on."

Sendoh kneeled on the bed between Rukawa's thighs, wincing at the pain that shot through him as his bruised knee pressed into the mattress. He forced himself to ignore it, and leaned down to kiss Rukawa roughly. Fuck, he'd been wanting to do this for so long. He missed kissing Rukawa possibly more than anything else.

Rukawa chased his mouth when Sendoh pulled away, but Sendoh only smiled. Then he gripped Rukawa's thighs and hauled his hips up off the bed. Rukawa rested his ankles on Sendoh's shoulders as Sendoh lined up and drove into him in one smooth thrust.

They both swore loudly, then Sendoh made eye contact with Rukawa, checking to make sure he was good. Rukawa nodded, and Sendoh nodded back. Then, Sendoh started pounding into him in a steady, powerful rhythm that had Rukawa panting and clawing at the bed sheets in seconds.

"My impatient slut," Sendoh growled as he fucked him. "Could not even wait for me."

"Just," Rukawa gasped, "being efficient."

"So good," Sendoh said, punctuating his words with thrusts. "At time. Management."

"Wanted your dick."

"You have it. It is good?"

"Fuck yes. Love it. Harder."

There was a padded leather bench at the end of Rukawa's bed that Sendoh was ninety percent sure could hold his weight. He shuffled toward it, dragging Rukawa with him, then planted one foot on the bench.

"You want it harder?" Sendoh asked.

Rukawa nodded, his eyes glazed and blissed out. Sendoh hauled Rukawa up until only his upper back, shoulders, and head were on the mattress, then started a steady, ruthless rhythm, driving into Rukawa hard enough to make them both lose their minds.

"How many days?" Sendoh gritted out. "How long has it been?"

"Three, I think? Four? When was the last time we had phone sex?"

"Four days ago," Sendoh answered quickly. He didn't need to do the math. He knew. The difference was he'd jerked off at least once a day since. Twice most days.

"Can you come like this?" Sendoh asked, because he sure as fuck was going to.

"Fuck, maybe. You're so deep. Shit."

Sendoh wrapped his hand behind Rukawa's left knee and bent his leg forward, adjusting the angle of his dick inside him. He gave a few quick thrusts and Rukawa let out a noise that was almost a sob.

"Right there. Like that. Holy fuck. Let me just..." He wrapped a hand around his own dick and started stroking. "Keep going. Don't stop. Don't-"

Sendoh never wanted to stop. He jackhammered into Rukawa, while Rukawa stared up at him, eyes wide and lips parted as his hand flew over his cock.

"Saved it all for me?" Sendoh asked, his voice shaky and strained.

Rukawa nodded and bit his bottom lip.

"Let me see it," Sendoh commanded.

Rukawa's gaze went to the head of his cock. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm going to- oh shit."

Rukawa probably realized the same moment that Sendoh did that his face was directly in the line of fire. It was moment too late, if he wanted to do anything about it. His cock spurted ribbon after ribbon of come over his cheeks, chin, and lips. One stripe landed across his eyebrow.

It was all too much for Sendoh. He made a last-second decision, pulled out, and gently lowered Rukawa to the mattress just in time for Sendoh to shoot his load all over Rukawa's chest.

For a long moment, neither man said anything. They panted together, Sendoh looming over Rukawa on his knees. Rukawa was absolutely covered in come, which Sendoh was sure he'd be grossed out by in about half a second.

"Ugh," Rukawa said, half a second later. "I'm a mess."

"Sorry."

"Are you kidding? That was hot as fuck. Holy shit."

Sendoh watched Rukawa's glistening chest heave as he waited for his own breathing to steady. "You are okay?"

Rukawa stretched his arms out in a T shape on the mattress. "I'm fucking great."

Sendoh brushed his fingers over Rukawa's hole, and Rukawa jerked his hip off the bed. "Not hurt?" Sendoh asked.

Rukawa exhaled slowly. "Not hurt. Feels nice, actually. You touching me there after."

"Yes?"

"Mm. But I need a shower. Or at least a cloth."

After a few more lazy minutes, Sendoh went to the bathroom and returned with several warm, damp faceclothes. He carefully wiped Rukawa's face first, then kissed his nose, each eyebrow, and then his mouth. Rukawa tangled his fingers in Sendoh's hair as they kissed, and Sendoh sighed into his mouth. It was so fucking unfair that they had to endure so many days without this.

They kissed for a while, then Sendoh continued cleaning his boyfriend. He used a new cloth for his chest and throat, then another for his dick, thighs, and ass. He took his time with Rukawa's ass, since Rukawa seemed to find the attention to his sensitive flesh soothing. Sendoh gently swiped the warm cloth over his slightly swollen entrance more times than was necessary, watching his boyfriend smile and shiver happily.

"You are so beautiful," Sendoh said.

"Not bad yourself."

"We can shower in the morning, yes?"

"Yeah. Come here."

Sendoh stretched out beside Rukawa, then rolled him so he could spoon him from behind. Rukawa curled against him easily- automatically- holding Sendoh's hand where it lay in front of Rukawa's belly.

"Hi," Rukawa said sleepily.

"Hi."

TBC

Girl: Aaaawwww... your comments always make me smile. What a plan they needed to do? And, are they really need it? Heheheeh...muah!