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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi, Kominato_Haruichi,
      Furuya_Satoru, Okumura_Koushuu
  Additional Tags:
      Fingering, Oral_Fixation, misawa, miyusawa, an_idea_I_needed_to_get_out
      of_my_head, which_lead_to_this_long_thing_of_a_fic, graduated_Miyuki_and
      third_year_Eijun, there_is_a_bit_of_fluff_in_here_too
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-08 Words: 9715
****** What Luck will Bring ******
by starrwinter
Summary
     Third year Sawamura. Graduated/university Miyuki. We all have items
     we consider to be lucky, but what happens when Sawamura has the
     weekend off and decides to pay his old captain and catcher a visit at
     a game...
Notes
     A work I just had to get out of my head before starting on my
     assigned Daiya Big Bang fic. This story just had to be written ;)
 
 
 
 
Swathed in blankets he groaned,    fighting against the alarms stubborn pull in
his left ear. He was    far too comfortable this morning, slamming his left
hand down on the blaring phone to snooze. Stretching out tired and sore limbs
from the hard fought game the day before.   
Eijun  was still fighting in his mind; the    pull to consciousness from
blissful dreams.    Back to last year’s  Koshien    wins. Of guarded eyes and
smiles. United hearts and calls.    A battery afraid of no one else,
controlling the games    as its puppet master. To fear daring calls is to fear
the game of baseball itself, and neither was afraid of losing any longer.
Only, of not giving their all.   
Finally stretching out his legs under the covers, hearing satisfying joint
popping from stasis, he was brought back to the present. A time without the
third year  senpai … or  Kuramochi … or especially – Miyuki.   
His flashbacks tugged even stronger    towards the catcher.  Eijun’s  reason
for the draw to  Seido  in the first    place. The ‘strongest battery partners’
at least in his mind after the team’s    victory the previous year. Miyuki’s
personality    partially rubbing off on the pitcher to the point    where their
pitching sequence thoughts    became synchronized. They could read a shift
of a foot,    blink of an eye, dust from a hand sixty    and a half    feet
away, and instantly have a plan for how to deal with them. But Miyuki was no
longer here. A gaping hole left still being slowly filled by    Okumura, with
another still wide open in his heart.   
Regrets were a sore and sticky subject. Hardly any    on the baseball field
(minus the third    years missed chance at  Koshien    during his first year)
but he had learned to let go.    Fretting, regretting, remorse never looked
well on anyone and it didn't help with the present.    You could    either deal
with the emotions by pushing    them down, sometimes so deep you feel
swallowed, or fix them. Face the fear. Demons clawing    at your skin until the
yes answer of euphoria, or no of the deepest depression.    But,  Eijun
would always    battle back    from the brink.    From a heart    slowly
growing brighter with each new chip.   
It still    never got easier, and he had a hard time pushing past the heavy
emotions.   
They had won yesterday    and with the thrill of victory came its own reward. A
well worn and well loved    t-shirt    o   f the brightest yellow. Reminding
Eijun  of nights spent    relaxing after    training camps, hard    fought
battles at the diamond    and heart to heart baseball conversations    (not all
his own).    
A treat of wearing the shirt after a hard    won  Seido  victory, his own small
prize.    Sometimes he could even pick up the scent of endless blue skies,
fresh cut grass of the diamond, sweat of victory from the players… a scent all
Miyuki’s own.   
For  Eijun  knew the shirt did not belong to him. In fact he was positive it
had been    a favorite    of Miyuki's being so well worn and used, yet left in
a corner of his room mysteriously the    day    Kuramochi  and Miyuki had
graduated as third years.    A small irreplaceable chunk of them left behind
as a steady – although not unwelcome reminder.   
Eijun’s  reward for    a win – the treat of wearing his now favorite    shirt
to bed. Inhaling past scents in his mind to fuel his dreams. The comfort of the
fabric    lulling him    to sleep with a soft caress on the skin. Of loud
gaming nights, longer training camp days, and the    memories of a well-known
smirk, fire filled eyes and of    even more brightly sparkling laughter.   
He    could not    escape the    pull even if he wanted to – and  Eijun  knew
deep down the memories were rooted in his bones, in his skin; muscles
permanently    etched like transparent tattoos underneath the flesh.   
With great effort he shed his night shirt, packing it carefully away into his
wardrobe. Stealing one last inhale before hurrying towards    practice, his
team mates and baseball.   
The only and best distraction he had left against the pulses on his temple.
Soft touches, lingering    shoulder leans, side-eyed looks and whispered
teases.   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
They won, and won, and won again. Ace  Furuya. Clean-up  Haruichi. Captain
Sawamura. Spring cherry blossoms falling to the    cement, paving the way for
the hot, sweltering, humid Tokyo summer. Pressing heat against    the back of
your neck,    rivulets of sweat running downwards before evaporating from skin.
Long days with the longest evenings of the year mixed in. Visions filled    of
only sights from the diamond both during the day,    and in dreams at night.   
However, everyone    was exhausted. For one glorious weekend there    was no
practice or real games. No training camps from hell.  Sawamura  had a choice as
captain and felt the need to rest far outweighed any gains from extra practice
in the sweltering heat.   
The coaches easily fell into agreement with the plan. They sensed how exhausted
the team was after the last    game as well as the players, and let everyone
have the weekend off to recharge. Gaming night battle lines were drawn. Trips
into town planned for the day, before relaxing in the dorms for a change at
night or even some catching up on summer homework.   
The perfect opportunity for  Eijun  to slip    away    early in    the morning
unseen on a sunny Saturday.    He had a long trek ahead of him into the heart
of Tokyo by train. He knew he would inevitably get lost at some point by
himself, and wanted to make sure he arrived    with plenty of time to spare.   
He of course    told  Haruichi  where he was venturing off to in case someone
asked during the day.    A match between  Komazawa  and Aoyama  Gakuin
universities in their division.   
Kuramochi  had been going on and on about it for the last couple weeks. Revenge
between rival schools for their last hard fought, and slightly edged out loss.
The threats of bodily harm steadily increasing the    closer it was to game
day, and the next time both of them met.    
And then there was Miyuki…   
‘Kuramochi    has been slowly escalating his    threat levels this week. You
two had better win the game today!’   Eijun  tapped, a slow grin spreading over
his face as he headed into the city by train.   
He hoped both of them were still fast asleep, catching up on needed    recharge
energy before the game. No such rules ever applied to Miyuki Kazuya.   
‘Hey, we’ll be fine. Well   … at least I will be. I take no responsibility for
Kuramochi’s  actions if we lose. None!’   
Eijun  smiled even wider at the response. Already up, worried, very    likely
strategizing. Ever the life of the first string catcher… His thoughts wandering
based on past experience.   
‘I know you… one cup of coffee this morning, and one prescription    for a nap
before your game due to lack from sleep from trying to read FAR too much into
the other team’s roster!’   He texted back in a concerned rush.   
Same old Miyuki.  Eijun  and some of their other team mates had taken to
calling him the ‘zombie catcher’    due to his extreme lack of sleep and
corresponding with his current caffeine levels on any given day before a match.
 
He always    needed to be the most prepared. The one player everyone could
count on in a clutch situation to have the strategy to get a stubborn    batter
out and back to the bench. But, secretly the pressure weighed him down so much.
 
Eijun  clutched the phone even    tighter in his hands, thinking back to the
fights Miyuki,  Zono  and mediator  Kuramochi    had in their second year, as
the new team slowly formed and transitioned around them.   
They all lashed out in one way or another, stuck with the feelings of intense
pressure to the team… the coaches… and most    influentially, themselves.
Miyuki being the captain meant he tended to take everything the hardest.
Obviously because of his captain-ship, but deep down, because he still felt in
his heart the largest    part responsible for the third years crushing loss.   
Eijun  re-focused again    as another chime from his phone brought his
scattered thoughts back to the present.   
‘Quit worrying  Bakamura. Only one so far this morning    and  Mochi  already
beat you to calling me last night with the sleep reminder    and    concerned
friend    guilt trip.’  
Eijun  could hear his taunting smirk even through texting on the phone. It was
so perfectly ingrained    into his memories, as his eyes slid closed and
drifted back again to other times and games. Of late night talks and training…
 
He subconsciously pulled the shirt he was wearing to his face, breathing a deep
inhale through his nose.    The fabric was well worn, used and he would even
say loved.    A shirt of dazzling    sunshine yellow, some would even say
matching the brightness of  Eijun’s  smile he projected from the mound.    The
smile filled with strikeouts, exciting plays, a bit of heartache, but always
supported with every ounce of emotion  Eijun  possessed at that time.   
Quick flashes    of dazzling brown eyes sixty    and a half    feet away just
after striking a dangerous batter out. That grin plastered on a face  Eijun
knew so well, and missed far too much, too often lately.   
Slowly he drifted back again. At least he could always hold the memories and
pick through them at his leisure to remind himself of the    happier times.
Times of his most cherished battery partner    (even if he might not know just
how cherished).   
Eijun  tapped back,    ‘Good. Glad to see someone is keeping you in line.
Have fun winning today and don't drive the pitchers too crazy!’    He smiled
again as the message was sent.   
He knew deep down in his heart Miyuki would do just that – the opposite of his
advice. Only this time, he would have the pleasure of viewing it first hand.   
Eijun  pocketed his phone leaving the train. Desperate    for a bite to eat
from a ramen    shop  Haruichi  had recommended, and to stop his rapidly
beating heart from exploding through his chest.   
Only a few more hours…   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
Purchases safely in hand for himself,  Haruichi,    and even a little something
tucked away for  Furuya’s  birthday, he headed    towards the baseball stadium.
 
He    even sneaked in a haircut, hiding the shorter fringe under his  Seido
cap. Another small dose of    good luck for the players.   
Eijun  had also discovered another treasure hunting for a new manga to read at
the bookstore during the early afternoon. Leafing through    the newest
baseball magazines, he stumbled upon one with articles written about the
upcoming high school baseball summer season. Of  Seido    and their chances for
a repeat performance, framed surprisingly    with a picture of  Eijun’s  own
face. The tale of a relatively unknown southpaw    becoming (almost) as
important    and influential as  Narumiya    Mei.   
It    really    was an    amazing shot of him. Sweat trickling down his
forehead, but looking    relaxed.    Vision    no doubt focused on the catcher
sixty    and a half    feet in    front of him. From the captivated    look and
shine of his own eyes,  Eijun  could tell    the photo was from last summer.
Looking at a specific catcher that he could no longer gaze directly across
from.    
The article talked about high hopes for them again this season, but  Eijun  was
still wishing for an extension of the last.   
Shaking loose from his daydream, he realized his feet had already taken him to
the stadium gates.    To his two graduated  senpai. It would be odd to again
watch the    game from the outside and not participate,    but since it was
them he could grant an exception.  Eijun  needed to start deciding his own path
after graduation soon enough...   
“Sawamura!”   
Eijun  looked around trying to find    the source of the shouts to no avail. He
shrugged entering into the stadium’s covered entrance, and the glittering
diamond beyond.   
He noticed frantic waving    to his left, near the entrance to the players
locker rooms and dugouts on the third base side of the stadium.    
“Sawamura  Eijun!”    Was called again from the small group gathered, although
no one  Eijun  recognized.   
Curious, he went over to the crowd recognizing the  Komazawa  uniform and
school shirts even at a distance.   
“Southpaw pitcher extraordinaire! What are you doing at our game?    Checking
out the team for next year perhaps…”   
He could tell straight away    they were not part of the first string. Cheering
horns    in    their hands and no numbers emblazoned on their backs, but they
had certainly heard of him…   
Brushing off    any    Mei comparisons running in his head, he responded,
“Hardly. Just managed to get a    weekend off and thought I needed to cheer up
the  senpai.”   
He shuddered in thought back to    Kuramochi’s    text messages. “That and the
fear of  Kuramochi’s  wrestling moves if you lose another game.”   
Everyone laughed    in agreement, although    being a first year meant no other
players (besides maybe    Miyuki) to try any new moves out on.   
“So the rumors were true,” said another of the group, chuckling away. “   We
always thought  Kuramochi  was exaggerating, but if you're confirming he
routinely bested    you at wrestling…”    
“He did not ‘best    me’ at    wrestling,”  Eijun  fumed back, face slowly
growing redder by the second    the more he thought of the elaborate moves
sometimes used against him. “   He may have won a ‘few’ times…” Trailing off as
the realization sunk in of just how many times he had been pinned to
submission, “…but I did eventually start beating him!” 'A   few times in my
second year,'  he kept to himself.   
They were all still chortling with laughter when another piped up, “Just as
lively as Miyuki said, although maybe not quite as loud as we were expected to
believe…”   
“He also stressed he was far more    of an idiot too,” another flat out stated.
 
“What was the nickname he uses all the time…” They all started    smirking at
each other.   
“Bakamura  I think,” someone added in.   
Eijun  knew they were just trying in their own way to make him feel welcome,
but    they were fanning the fires of past feelings in the process. “Well if
I'm such an idiot, how did  Seido  win  Koshien  then?” He preened, changing
gears and puffing out his chest with pride.   
“The team.”   
“Miyuki,” said another.   
“Gaaaaaaahhhh!”  Sawamura  howled in a bit of frustration. True, the entire
team effort was    how they had gained victory, but he had still played an
important part in it.    
“True… I guess… we did and always    did win as a team…” Trailing off again to
think back to last summer’s amazing games.   
“It's okay,    Sawamura. We're just messing with you and we heard you can take
the teasing. As a fellow pitcher, I'm extremely impressed with the    stories
of how far you've improved so quickly. The article on  Seido  in the    Asahi
Shimbun was really well done too,” another in the group piped in.   
“Well, since we know you have spirit and we need all the cheering power we can
get    today, sit with us! Even if you are wearing that ugly  Seido  cap…” The
teasing softly continued.   
He  was    ecstatic    at finding a group    to sit with during the game (even
if the jesting continued), but it felt close    to home. Familiar.  Kuramochi
and even Miyuki’s influence already embedding itself in their new team.   
Eijun  was overjoyed, and he made sure to cheer just as loudly as everyone
expected.   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
Kazuya leaned out over the edge of the dugout taking in the tense atmosphere.
It was bottom of the seventh and  Komazawa  was down by a run.  Kuramochi  was
still lead off hitter in the line-up, but they had    already cycled through
several times and were    back near the bottom of    the order.  Kuramochi
saddled up next to him,    shoulders stiff catching tension of his own.   
“Isn't looking promising. We are at a disadvantage at this point in the line-
up. Even with two more innings, this is going to put a lot of pressure on Taiga
pitching.”    Kuramochi’s  face scrunched up even further, the tension from his
shoulders quickly spreading.   
Kazuya sighed in response.    If    only he was here. These were his
moments. Pulling the team back from the brink of despair; injecting his own
brand of optimism into even the    grimmest of situations.   
 God I miss his smile…
“Let's go,    Komazawa, let's go!” The school cheering section kicked in before
the next batter’s walk-up song began to play.   
“I swear I could hear…”   
Kazuya    shook his head    rapidly. No, that made no sense. What would he be
doing here at the game? He had practice and matches of    his own    to worry
about. Plus, he would have slipped up texting  Kuramochi  or himself earlier
that    day if he was going to show up at the game. The result    of having no
filter and being made up of all heart. You laid everything on the line and tip
of the tongue. Or at least    so Kazuya thought.   
“…that you could hear  Sawamura?”  Kuramochi  finished his thought.    
They both turned in shock to one another. Disbelief clear on both their
features.    Then, a set of cunning grins spread over both their faces and the
tension died    as rapidly as it had appeared.   
“What would  Sawamoron  do?” Kazuya met  Kuramochi’s  eyes already knowing the
answer.   
“Scream at the top of his lungs in the dugout even when told NOT too, but
picking up the team with his spirit and energy while doing it anyways.” They
both    melted into a fit of laughter just remembering all    the moments from
Seido  he turned around to their advantage.   
Suddenly so out of character for Kazuya, he decided to just give in, shooing
Kuramochi    to the other end of the dugout as he needed to prepare    to be
on-deck anyways.   
Kazuya gulped suddenly nervous. A blush started creeping from his cheeks to the
tips of his ears just thinking about all the times he would hear  Sawamura’s
cheers. Swallowing, he pushed down the    embarrassment, gulped down a lung of
air    and let out his loudest, “OSHI! OSHI! OSHI!”   
Kuramochi  quickly joining in on his    booming volume aimed at the field.
Grins spreading even wider thinking back to the idiot’s smile filling    both
their hearts, who had invaded so deep.   
The chant grew in volume    through the rest of the players    in the dugout,
to the school’s cheering section, to even just the regular fans and crowd.   
And Kazuya could still swear he heard  Sawamura  shouting along with them,
loudest of all.   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
“They won! They actually won!” Were the chants heard all    around  Eijun
after the thrilling victory on the field.   
Mysteriously in the bottom of the seventh a chant he    was very familiar with
had started    from    the dugout (he had a very strong    hunch who    had
started it), and before long had filled    the entire stadium with a renewed
energy. The bottom of the batting line-up quickly    managed to tie the game
with  Kuramochi  launching a    screaming shot over the opposing shortstop’s
head, hitting the    leading run    in for the team.   
It only went uphill from that    point,    with the batters    connecting to
one another, and the team's battery becoming refreshed from the sudden
change    in offense. They quickly struck    out batters in the eighth and
ninth innings, not    even needing the bottom of the ninth.   
‘Guess I'm safe from a  Kuramochi  wrestling attack the next time I see him…’
He sighed.    
He should sneak away from the team’s cheer squad before they joined the other
players.    It would be amazing to talk to    both of them, but then to    have
to    separate again…   
Feet already leading him away from the group,  Eijun  had    almost escaped
before being pulled    b   ack into the celebration of the    crowd.   
“Where do you think you're going,  Sawamura? We've already sent someone to grab
Miyuki and  Kuramochi, so don't even think of leaving before you congratulate
them on a game well fought.” They smiled, menace secretly seeping through
gleaming teeth.   
Caught. No way to escape now, so might as    well file away a few more
memories.Eijun  gave in without a fuss. He waited with the rest of the
celebratory crowd    filled with team mates, school mates, girlfriends
(probably boyfriends too), alumni and the fans that supported the players at
every game.    He was thankful they had welcomed him so easily into the group.
Almost like they were trying to win him over for    next year…   
Maybe, just maybe…He thought before being interrupted by two rushing bodies
through the throng of people.   
Eijun  turned and was met by the most perfect sight. Miyuki’s dazzling
chestnut    eyes, just as fire filled and luminous as he remembered along with
his trademark    smirk beaming across the bodies separating them. Although
there was something    very    different in his smile. Like the varnish had
worn off exposing the lustrous beauty of the bare wood below. His grin was
full of pure joy.   
Unfiltered, unedited, unmasked and all directed at him.  Eijun  was so
overwhelmed he for once,    was at a loss of just what to say as the two surged
towards each other through the crowd.   
Miyuki decided for him, reaching for his    shoulder and easily pulling him
into the tightest hug he could ever remember.   
The smell of him…  Eijun  was hit by just how much he missed this, missed him.
The scent of endless clear blue skies, fresh cut diamond grass, and Miyuki. The
scent he could never forget.   
Reluctantly    they pulled apart, somehow  Eijun’s  face ending up nuzzled in
Miyuki’s hair and vice versa.    Grin still firmly etched in place until he
looked down and saw  Eijun’s  shirt. Then, he reached again with his right hand
grabbing onto the well worn, well loved collar and rubbing    it    softly into
his skin. Eyes glazed over lost in thought, until  Kuramochi  came bounding
over to disrupt their happy reunion.   
“Hyahahaha! So it was you after all  Bakamura! Miyuki and I thought we were
going crazy hearing your voice. Why else would we start that chant if we
weren't already starting to lose our sanity.”   
Eijun  quickly snapped back, pulling away from his moment with Miyuki to defend
his intelligence on the ball field.   
“No one made you. In fact, you always told me to never scream    it from the
dugout,” he smirked himself, remembering all of  Kuramochi’s  past chops to the
side of his head,    “But    it sure seemed to do wonders for the team. Your
spirit came back as soon as the chant began to make its way around the field.”
 
Eijun  knew    he had his  senpai  caught. They were    unable to refute today
they had started the chant, or the clear affect it had in the team and the
entire stadium.   
“You have us this one time,  Sawamura. You still have a long list to make up
for…”  Kuramochi’s  hyena grin plastered smugly on his face.   
Closing his eyes and laughing along with  Kuramochi, his focus was drawn back
to Miyuki as soon as they opened.    To his surprisingly warm expression. Open.
So unlike him, yet still him at the same time.   
“Why didn't you tell us this morning you were coming, brat?”  Kuramochi  broke
the mood, leaning forward to kick  Eijun  lightly for good measure.   
He thought deeply about the question, the truth, and just how much he wanted
and was willing to share with the two of them.   
There was the easy,   ‘Just scouting out the team on my weekend off,’   which
both would laugh and joke at him for just how hard he would    have to work to
make it into the school.   
The far too truthful,   ‘I missed you two    and just needed to see you playing
baseball again,’   to tug on everyone's    heart strings    in painful ways.   
And still the truth. The hardest and most painful possible answer to share.   
Eijun  caught himself. Sucking in a breath before weighing the affect    of
each option in his mind. Thankfully, Miyuki the ever-savior (even if his
motives may not always be the best) stopping    him from having to pick.   
“Isn't it obvious,  Kuramochi?    He was concerned for his  senpai    and
our nervousness before the game, not to mention at least missing us on the
team… perhaps a little.” It's like Miyuki always knew    when he needed just a
little saving. He wasn't always one hundred percent the cunning and
conniving  tanuki  everyone made him appear, although the that could come quite
in handy.   
“Nyahahaha! Well whatever the reason, we broke our losing    streak so glad you
could see us winning and kicking ass by the end!”    Kuramochi’s  words faded
into the background once he noticed    Miyuki’s gaze towards him.   
Never before had it looked so open and warm, and    Eijun  was    not yet ready
to leave its embrace. He would have to think quickly    on his feet if he
wanted to make that wish happen.   
“I've never actually been to this part of Tokyo before, so I    wandered this
afternoon picking up a few things before finding the stadium. It was nice to
have a rare weekend off.”  Eijun  felt    a    silent conversation occurring
over his head before looking up to see  Kuramochi  and Miyuki staring at each
other. Whatever it was, the question was decided quickly    with a shrug of
shoulders and curl of a lip.   
“Well that's settled then. You likely missed the best parts, and I bet have
until tomorrow to be back at the school.    You also need    to eat some
amazing Tokyo food.”    It always came down to food and coffee with Miyuki. If
only  Eijun  could cook, he could have    won his heart a long time ago, but
spending the night in Tokyo was not part of his plans.   
"Woah! Until tomorrow? But I was planning on taking the train back this
evening.”    He blinked in a small amount of shock. He was unprepared,    and
just where would he stay on such short notice?   
Miyuki easily read his mind. “You can stay with me. I have my own apartment not
far from the university. I'll tour you around, then you can take the train back
to the school tomorrow.”   
It was very unlike him.  Eijun  wouldn't have thought they were close enough
for Miyuki to just straight up and so suddenly, invite    him to stay. He would
have expected a larger fuss. Excuses of homework, strategy or game debrief
meetings, but it appeared all of that could wait.   
“Go you two. I'll cover for you at the meeting, Miyuki. I'll also make    sure
your things make it back to your locker.”  Kuramochi  winked.   
Damn, no excuses. Just him, Miyuki and what promised to be the best bowl of
ramen compared to the ‘slop,’ at least in Miyuki’s opinion, he ate earlier. As
soon as the next train was caught to Miyuki’s    along with a shower and change
of clothes.   
Damn, he was in far too deep…   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
After following Miyuki’s lead catching the unfamiliar train    (and a few
stares and points Miyuki’s way due to the uniform) they exited, coming off to a
busy terminal.    It was still stifling hot outside,  Eijun’s  shirt sticking
to his back after sitting in the stands all afternoon.   
Playing in a baseball uniform was bad enough, but at least in a game you were
always moving. Mind always    thinking about everything other than the heat.   
Eijun  wanted to avoid dirtying his (or Miyuki’s in a way) shirt with the grime
of the day.    He pulled the damp garment away    from his back, letting the
cool air    soothe his heated skin. He switched to the front, fanning the
yellow material over his damp ab muscles to bring    even a bit of relief.   
He looked up to catch Miyuki staring at him, mouth agape in an expression he
had not seen before.  Eijun  knew his    own    face was flushed, sweat
pooling around his forehead and the sticky spots on his body causing the shirt
to darken. Once caught, Miyuki    closed his    mouth blinking owlishly a
couple of times before seeming to snap back to the present.   
Turning back to towards the exit, Miyuki    lead  Eijun  out of the terminal.
“My apartment isn't too far from here so    we can grab a cold drink, and both
shower by the looks of it and that shirt.”   
Now it was  Eijun's  turn to freeze, mouth open at Miyuki's acknowledgement
of his own staring at the dampness covering  Eijun's  skin. “It's not that bad.
Training in the full heat of summer is one hundred times worse than this.”   
Miyuki turned again, his smirk curling and softening the sides of his lips in
amusement. “True, but you weren't moving around today. Stillness is a lot like
slow torture for you still?”   
It remained. That look causing  Eijun's  heart to jump around in his rib cage,
oddly enough turning    his mouth dry    but palms to sweat. Breathing to
accelerate and deepen,    and the feeling of adequate oxygen not even close
to    enough. He had missed that smirk so    strongly. The curves    invading
his focus during the day, and dreams at night.  Eijun  felt lucky    to
again    to see them in person even if it would end in heart ache and deep
painful longing to see their visions    again    after tomorrow.   
He surprised even himself    with    the answer to Miyuki’s question. “Being
calm    is still hard for me, but I’ve learned you can miss a lot of things
with being too frantic. I compensate    and slow down to stop missing    and
start appreciating    the important details.”   
Perhaps he had hinted too strongly, or showed too much feeling    with    his
face as he saw several emotions flicker over Miyuki’s. Curling smirk
evaporating through several transformations before morphing into his soft
smile. The one  Eijun  had rarely seen, yet filed away in his memories prior
for safe keeping.   
He liked to think it was a smile created just for him. Chipped away from the
teasing, mischievous, joking curl    that Miyuki presented to everyone else. A
masterpiece for  Eijun’s  eyes only to appreciate.   
Miyuki    broke their spell    shifting his weight and    began    to move
forward again, caught by the pull of the crowd surrounding him to    the
exit.  Eijun  swiftly catching up to walk by his side. His gaze looking
forward, but thoughts caught in his peripheral vision of the fading sun seeming
to glow    within Miyuki’s eyes.   
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
Miyuki really did live close to the station as a few blocks later they turned
onto a close-knit, but quiet block of buildings. The sun slowly lowering in the
horizon, but still appearing late in the skies mid summer heat.   
They stopped at a plain apartment building, climbing the outside stairs to the
second level before stopping outside number 218.  Eijun  blinked    back his
shock.   ‘t’s just coincidence, stop trying to link everything together. It was
probably the only open apartment in the building, and even Miyuki likely
laughed at the numbers. 
Hearing the jingle of keys,  Eijun  snapped his attention back to Miyuki who
easily picked out the correct key to open the lock, sliding the door gently
open. That smirk was making its presence known again. “I thought it was too
much a funny coincidence to ignore,” Miyuki paused tapping at the numbers
beside the door in succession with his hand before continuing, “So I just had
to say yes to signing the lease.”   
Eijun  was a little breathless that Miyuki would admit to the number
coincidence out loud. Wha… what does that mean... he was thinking about it too
when he decided on the place. Why does he have to be so confusing, and...
reading my mind! 
Physically shaking the thoughts out of his head, he followed Miyuki inside
noticing immediately the bare walls and simplicity of the kitchen and living
room just off the main entrance. Plain. Orderly. Simple. In many ways like
Miyuki, but again seeming mask his true thoughts and feelings.  Eijun  could
however smell wonderful things from the kitchen area, and noticed a few
sprinklings of small vases of flowers around the apartment, including radiant
sunflowers settled close to the window. He knew Miyuki's hobby was cooking, so
having this as one of the most used rooms would come as no surprise.   
As he was peaking around the main rooms letting his gaze and thoughts wander,
Miyuki's voice brought him back to the present. "The bathroom is just down the
hall," he paused briefly pointing to the room in question. "Towels are inside,
and do you need a chance of clothes at all?" The soft smile was back,
welcoming into his home.  Eijun  would almost call    it being a bit shy of the
surroundings and his judgement.   
"No, I should be fine with just a shower. Thanks for the offer, Miyuki!" And he
quickly hurried towards the bathroom,    venturing inside to shut the door with
an audible click and lock, and slowly sliding down the back side of it.   
Miyuki's eyes. Just the flashes he had seen today of rare expressions he barely
remembered, or had never seen before consuming his thoughts and spiking his
heart beat to a fevered pitch and pull. Closing his eyes, he tried to resist
the stored images but they kept bubbling up to the surface, causing ripples of
pleasure to simmer over his skin. Stomach tightening to the thrill of emotions
he could pull from Miyuki that he had never known before.   
As much as he wished he could hide away for a while, he needed to move and
couldn't stay tucked away in his own thoughts forever. Noticing the clean
towels on the shelf beside his head he grabbed two, shedding his clothing
quickly to wrap one around his middle before heading into the showering area. 
 
It was a small wash room with space for showering and tub for soaking. He
located Miyuki's shower products already inside and stilled a moment to inspect
the contents.    Eijun  opened each bottle one    at a time, the smells
awakening his past memories into tidal waves of emotions. It was just like
inhaling the faded scent from the shirt, only    in a much stronger    form,
energizing    him with the multitude of pleasing    flashes, and arousing him
with the rest in so many other ways.   
Pulling himself by force back to the    present, he    started the shower
placing the towel to the side before adjusting it to the right    almost
scorching    temperature and drenching his hair    and body quickly under the
spray. Shutting off the taps, he portioned out a palm    full    of Miyuki’s
shampoo, more watery and clean smelling rather than spicy, fresh over earthy,
and worked it into a lather    in his messy locks. Working free all the grime
and sweat from a long day of walking and cheering on the team.   
Eijun  again quickly rinsed before    taking a bit of conditioner in his left,
the creamy texture feeling soothing against his callused fingers as he worked
it more into the ends of    his hair.    Miyuki had body wash, but that felt a
bit too personal before he found a bar of soap tucked away and worked it
into a foamy lather to cover his skin. Interest piqued, he still picked up the
bottle of body wash, enveloping himself in the scent of Miyuki again. His eyes
fluttered    closed, heart started to pound    more wildly thinking again of a
striking set of    eyes, and other regions began to swell    and harden    in
response to his    swirling thoughts and emotions.   
Dragging himself back again, he turned on the taps    for one last rinse to
remove    any    remnants    of the conditioner and soap from his    steaming
skin, water running in    hot rivulets from his nape to tips of his toes
against the cool tile floor.   
He shut off the shower    before leaning back on the washing stool to steal a
glance at the welcoming tub.    Eijun  would love a    deep    soak for his
tired muscles, but was    worried about using too much hot water before
Miyuki’s turn to bathe.    
Right, Miyuki’s turn to be lathered in a layer of the same scents as  Eijun
had just used. Washing away the layers of grime and game day sweat worked into
his fatigued muscles.   
Stop thinking of his muscles,  Eijun.    The way his broad shoulders lead into
the perfect set of jutting collarbones, joining a muscular torso with just the
perfect set of abs for his frame,    anchored by a powerful set of    athletic
legs meant for twisting, turning and running…
These kind of thoughts consistently threw him into all types of trouble, and
looking down there was a new problem    quickly    forming that    would be
tough to ignore. He would not be able to just will it away, especially being so
close to the sights, smells, sounds    and touches of his crushing problem, so
taking care of it now while he had a moment of privacy was the best option.   
Eijun  spread his legs a little wider, flushed already from the temperature of
the water and humidity surrounding him in the room. Languidly, he trailed
his left hand down the length of his body, moving towards its    goal in the
apex of his splayed    thighs.    
Encircling his velvet hardness with his hand, he bit back a moan at just how
good it felt    to be releasing    the    built up tension. Miyuki just in the
next room    where any slip of his voice could send him snooping to his current
predicament, and that turned him on even more.   
Beading wetness already at the tip, he spread the pearly fluid around the head,
curling his left hand in perfect    friction    around his    swollen cock.   
He    was surrounded in his senses by Miyuki, imagining his hand instead
rolling    over heated flesh,    bucking up into the roll of his    curving
fingers. Earning    Eijun’s    repressed sobs    and wails through the perfect
slide up and down his cock. Skim of his fingers    over shivering skin, and
imagining the slow burn filling his gut    with every caress and    pressing
against his balls urging his need to come ever further along.   
Visions of Miyuki like this always lead to the thought of him    pulling his
hand away, leaning    backwards to just    stare at  Eijun’s  pliant body on
display. The way his eyes would shift,    avidly watching    Eijun’s  every
movement, the promise of filthy,    suggestive    teasing coming his way in
just    the glint of his    heady    stare.    Miyuki slowly shifting his gaze
downwards, before following with his body.    Hands    brushing against    his
muscled legs, tongue tasting the salty, soft skin of his inner thighs before
sucking marks onto the    sensitive flesh. Driving him crazy with desire until
he    finally cried out in pleasure, earning his reward of Miyuki’s lewd mouth
traveling to just the desired location. Lapping up his excitement, swallowing
down hardness    before sucking with perfect pressure around his cock.   
Eijun  was so close, already lost in the scent of Miyuki filling the room and
his    visions of how he wanted to be ravished behind    fluttering lids. He
needed an extra push to    bring him over the edge,    quickly pulling two
fingers of his right hand into his    mouth, coating them with saliva until
sopping wet before    moving his index finger to his tight hole.   
He pushed in slowly,    feeling the slight burn melt away until it was
comfortable and he could again speed up the rhythm of his strokes with his
left.    He added the second finger, stretching and adjusting to the additional
width while maintaining a steady rhythm on his cock.   
So close…  ’Thoughts drifting to a set of eyes caught sixty    and a half
feet away, throwing pretty sparks and igniting a fire after their victory.
Of morning and moonlit runs, training ever harder for the next and always
threat of a last game.    
He imagined them morphing into soft, pretty words spoken at the nape of his
neck,    catching at the tips of his ears. Tongue wickedly reaching out to lick
his sensitive spots, mouth trailing down to his neck and biting down    to draw
out moans of pleasure. The last thought causing him to come undone, hips
stuttering into his hand. Skin ripping with the pleasure of    curled fingers
hitting his prostate, and one word spoken in Miyuki’s softest whisper pushing
him over the edge.   
Eijun. 
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
 
Coming back from his high, he quickly cleaned up his mess rinsing (again)
before hastily towel drying his hair and body, wrapping himself back in his
street clothes and comforting shirt. Slinging a towel around his shoulders, he
exited the bathroom watching a few wisps of steam escaping through the opened
door.   
Treading back down the hallway,  Eijun  found Miyuki hard at work in the living
room with what appeared to be either home   work or game strategies at the low
table. His focus shot up seeing him enter into the room and take a seat at the
opposite end of the table.   
Miyuki yawned and    stretched his long arms languidly above his head, scuffing
a hand through his tousled hair.   
“I thought you might have actually drown in there. Leave your  senpai  any hot
water?”   
Eijun's    nose    scrunched up in defiance, “Of course I did! Didn't even have
a soak because I wanted to make sure you had enough for one! You played a game
today and need it far more.”   
He watched as Miyuki’s face shifted again back to something softer. He leaned
forward on his elbows to whisper, “You could have just ran one and left the
water in you know,    Sawamura.”   
The    missed    traces of any added moron or idiot    tones caught him off
guard. Best to keep up the volume    to prevent any inklings on Miyuki’s part.
 
“It would have been far too cold by the time I got out, plus I wasn’t the one
running around in the field all day.    Walking and getting lost hardly
accounts for the same amount of exercise.” He closed his eyes, half-shouting in
reply.    
Opening them again, he watched as Miyuki titled his head to the side. Staring
at him once again with his warm, deep eyes almost as if he was searching for
something.    Eijun  met his gaze, which slowly drifted down to his shirt,
before Miyuki broke the spell again stretching and standing to go take his own
shower.   
“I'll be back out in a few minutes. There are some drinks in the fridge, so
feel free to grab one and I do have a few manga,”    he stopped briefly
pointing them out, “under the television to keep you occupied.”   
Messing up  Eijun’s  wet hair on the way by, and earning    a fiery scowl
and squirming set of limbs trying to pry off Miyuki’s hand until he continued
on his way. Briefly stopping in his bed room at the end of the hall for a clean
set of clothes, before entering the    bathroom, softly closing the door behind
him.   
Eijun  let go of the frustration held in his lungs through a long exhale,
before uncrossing his legs    and pushing himself up towards the kitchen.
Rummaging through    the fridge's contents, he    passed up    Miyuki’s
favorite canned coffee for a chilly bottle of water, and    settled back in the
living room to wait for his host’s    return.   
Curiosity slowly increasing the longer he sat fidgeting at the low table,
tapping out random beats with his fingertips on the wood    and along his
folded legs, he inched over to Miyuki’s still open notebook.   
It did appear to be homework, something he was far from interested in reading,
so he took Miyuki’s other suggestion of perusing his manga collection kept neat
and orderly    alphabetically    under the television. Although his attention
immediately shifted to a book that didn't seem to belong with the other titles.
 
He pulled    out the    worn, stained,    leather covered book    and starting
to leaf through the contents.    Starting out with scattered sports statistics
for the old  Seido  players, training menu notes, reminders of things to work
on in practice to… sketches. The curl of a ball leaving    a pitchers hand from
the mound, a sight only a catcher would be able to see from that angle.   
Moments precisely captured in pencil, pen and ink wash. Some well defined and
full of extraordinary    details, others    blocks of solid black lines dancing
in the motion of baseball’s waltz. Then he noticed the number, normally a
crisply defined    1    change to the double digits. From 20, to    18. He
could recognize the odd angle of a certain left shoulder directing a powerful
pitch towards the plate,    courage reflected back within golden eyes. 
One particular page sketched from a slightly skewed    view.    The view point
of the grand stands, and perhaps from the short time Miyuki had been injured
after the fall tournament of    Eijun's    first year. Words caught    in the
ebb and flow of gold swirls near the middle,   ‘Those who bring sunshine to the
lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.  -  James M. Barrie’   
Eijun  leafed    through the remainder of the pages, some including familiar
features of  Haruichi,  Furuya, and even  Kuramochi  but the pitcher studies,
the ones that appeared to be based on him were the most radiant. Drawing his
attention to the subtle balance of the ball flung forward from nimble fingers.
 
He    clutched his chest, the thudding almost painful with how    much ache he
could feel swelling in his heart. The pages littered with eyes, fields and
flowers of blended gold.   
Eijun  heard the bath   room    door    rustle open, and    quickly    flung
himself back in front of the bookshelf to return the journal to its rightful
spot. Selecting instead a manga to read in its place,    before scurrying back
to his side of the table. Breaths reduced to short gasps of air trying to allow
his racing heart to slow down.   
Burying his attention into the pages, he attempted to focus on the story but
just kept re-reading the    same dialogue over and over again. Something about
a storm suddenly breaking    out, and the    main character's    crush offering
her his jacket as protection from the sudden rush of wind and rain…   
He could hear Miyuki’s light footsteps return to the room, turning off into the
kitchen before opening the fridge to    acquire his own    drink. The soft hiss
of the can’s    tab being popped open, and  Eijun’s  attention    snapping just
as quickly to Miyuki paused half way between the kitchen and living room.   
As expected, a can of his favorite coffee drink resting lightly against his
lips, but there was    also    something unexpected. Something  Eijun  thought
he had lost so many months ago.    The familiar red of the shirt Miyuki was
wearing, now even more worn    and well used, even loved. Something he
remembered the feeling of extremely well.   
Gazes swiftly meeting across the room,    heart almost appearing to stop mid-
beat as    Eijun    took    in    a sharp intake of air; moving not of his own
accord, until his feet lead him directly in front of Miyuki. Reaching out to
latch both hands onto    the red fabric. Rubbing it between his fingers
nervously before meeting Miyuki’s smouldering gaze. His wet hair dripping
random patterns onto broad shoulders.   
Leaving patterns on  Eijun’s    favorite, lost shirt.   
The remaining pieces of the puzzle clicked into place that his own garment he
was currently wearing was not    left behind by accident, but as payment for
taking something of  Eijun’s  own.    Smoky chestnut met burnished gold in
understanding, and the familiar welcome of a smile played home on Miyuki’s
lips.    A grin that needed covering.   
Eijun  tangled his hands    even further into the shirt,    urging    movement
from the be-speckled catcher filling his vision. One    leaning forward while
the other down, until their lips collided    into a sweet kiss,    turning more
heated with each swipe across    lips and furl of tongue.   
He pulled Miyuki back demanding he follow him into the living room, gently
divesting him of his opened can onto the low table, before falling back onto
the nearby sofa. The motion causing Miyuki to fall on top of  Eijun, and a
shameless growl to escape his lips.   
Miyuki was greedy in his kissing just as in his calls, nibbling every patch of
Eijun’s  lips he could reach before soothing the sting with a wicked tongue.
Eijun  probing his closed mouth for entrance, the elation of getting exactly
what he wanted suddenly hitting him hard. No longer yearnings and caught in
daydreams that were unable to come true, he was living them.   
Finally allowing  Eijun  in, Miyuki grumbled low in his throat, tongues
clashing and the distinct lingering taste of the bitter coffee shared between
both of them. Breaking apart for a much needed catch of breath,  Eijun  found
himself caught again in the firm trap of Miyuki's eyes.   
"How long?"  Eijun  inquired gently.   
"Long enough."   
Eijun's  shirt had hiked up slightly, exposing the toned muscles of his stomach
drawing Miyuki's keen interest. Checking with a quick glance in his direction,
he nodded and Miyuki continued on hooking his fingers in  Eijun's  shirt and
pulling sharply upwards, messing up his hair even further before depositing it
somewhere behind the couch.   
Ravenous. Insatiable. Predatory. All appropriate words to describe the
flickering emotions behind  Miyuki's  eyes as his fingers danced across
Eijun's  exposed skin. Changing pressure from the barest of drags across a hip
bone, to firm massaging strokes until reaching his collarbones. Fingers
replaced again with Miyuki's fiery smirk, grazing along his neck until reaching
the juncture of his jaw. Raining pecks along his jawline until finding  Eijun's
mouth again, kissing him breathless in the process.   
Miyuki's hands flirted with the edge of his jeans, causing him to shift and
squirm under his skillful ministrations. Want clearly pulsing through all the
places Miyuki was connected to  Eijun's  body.   
He is so enticing... how could I resist for so long... why did I let fear get
in the way of this? 
They had both been at fault. Both ignoring what they obviously felt for
another, scared in the face of rejection. Luckily, Miyuki had been smart enough
to plant his own clue of hidden desires for  Eijun  to find. To curl, and cling
and build within each of their hearts once separated for far too long from one
another. Sick of hiding behind false walls, thin excuses and longing for each
other.   
He    wanted to feel the soft press of Miyuki’s skin against his own so badly.
“You too,” he rasped out before    reaching forward, trailing callused fingers
under the red shirt, and pulling desperately until Miyuki was free of its
confinement, the soft sound of it thudding somewhere in the room on the floor.
 
Eijun  was so hard. Hard again even after coming not long before to visions of
the    striking catcher    poised above him,    eagerness    clearly showing
through the curve of his smirk.   
He was exquisite. All broad shoulders and perfectly placed muscle, making
Eijun  give into his own craving to    touch, lightly raking his fingers down
Miyuki’s back to join their lower halves together.   
“Fuck! You are so hard…” Miyuki growled out, grinding his own hardness against
Eijun.    
He was burning, his skin    on fire as he thrust up to meet Miyuki, rolls of
pleasure spreading throughout his body.   
“Miyuki… Kazuya please.”   
Kazuya stopped, his    eyes finding  Eijun’s  once more    before melting    in
his gaze. Fingers finding the soft curve of his lips pressing gently, before
rubbing back and forth. Like he almost couldn’t believe the his name had left
Eijun’s  lips.   
Grazing his fingers from  Eijun’s  lips, slowly over his    body to rest again
at the hem of his pants.
“Can I?”   
There was no delay in  Eijun’s  response, just    rapid nods before Kazuya
tugged them down his thighs. His hard, aching cock finally free and begging to
be touched.   
Kazuya wasted no time shifting his weight further down  Eijun’s  body, mouth
tantalizingly close to    his cock,    but still oh so far. Kazuya grabbed the
base    with his right hand,    steadying    it before leaning in to swipe his
skillful tongue over the head, swirling around the crown while making the
wettest of sounds.   
His eyes found  Eijun’s,    gaze burning through the messy fringe of his bangs
wetly plastered to his forehead. Kazuya looked irresistible    like this, and
Eijun  was a man starved.   
“Fuck… Kazuya,” he managed to pull from  Eijun’s  lips as he slid quickly down
the length of his cock, easily swallowing and taking him in    his    hot,
fiendish mouth. Eyes throwing pretty sparks of promises  Eijun’s  way.   
Tongue cushioning around teeth,    velvet softness contrasting the hardness as
he slid up and down    Eijun’s  throbbing arousal. I'm not going to last much
longer.
Digging his fingers firmly into Kazuya’s soft locks, he massaged    at the
scalp. Starting to pull harder in time with Kazuya’s quickening pace with his
mouth.    He was right at the edge, when Kazuya popped off with the lewdest of
sounds, saliva stringing and sticking to his chin.   
“I want us to come together…”    He purred, pushing himself up frantically,
almost falling in his haste from the sofa.    Eijun  watched him sprint to the
hall, doing nothing of his own but trying to calm his rapid    heart   beat
and lessen his shortness of breath, before    Kazuya    was back with a bottle
in hand.   
Eijun  threw a curved smirk of his own Kazuya’s way.    Glasses askew on his
handsome face,    half-dried hair molded into a cowlick on the back of his
head, and red wet lips giving away just where they had been a minute prior.   
 He is radiant like this.
Sitting up, he hungrily lunged towards Kazuya’s torso taking a firm hold of his
ass with both hands to    knead and massage    his sculpted muscles, eliciting
a    tremble from above.    His mouth was at the perfect    height to press
forward, blowing heated breath through Kazuya’s sweatpants    and against his
swollen cock.   
Eijun  could feel him squirming under his hands and devilish mouth, as he
sucked Kazuya    through the soft material. Eyes drifting upwards to throw
pretty sparks of his own    through bangs, before grasping hard into the firm
flesh of Kazuya’s ass.   
He massaged greedily before pulling his mouth back to bite at the cuff of
Kazuya’s pants, dragging them down with his teeth,    deliberately slowly over
his    enlarged cock. Stopping at mid-thigh to throw another challenging look
Kazuya’s way.    
Kazuya    was having none of    it.   
Encircling  Eijun’s  wrists with his own he pulled him up, before settling them
both down again    on    the couch. Panting heavy and both aching for release.
Keeping    Eijun’s  hands firmly grasped in his left,    he popped open the
bottle with his right spreading a coating of    lube over his long fingers. 
Finding  Eijun  first, he    wrapped around his cock coating it with the
lubrication before moving on to his own. Shifting so  Eijun’s    thighs were
resting atop his own, he moved them closer together so he could easily    grasp
them both in the circle of his hand, starting from the base and working up to
the tips of their leaking cocks.   
Eijun  was relishing in the feel of    Kazuya’s skin against his, spiralling
ever closer to his release at the other’s hands. Control firmly handed over
to the other, driving him    insane in the shared lust.   
Miyuki’s mouth found  Eijun’s  again, latching onto    his swollen lower lip
and    sucking    against it to match the pace of his fisted hand. Swallowing
down their shared moans as they    each came closer to release.   
Eijun  pulled back with a wet smack, tugging gently at Kazuya’s hand
surrounding his wrists. He read the message loud and clear releasing him,
and  Eijun  placed his left hand firmly over Kazuya’s right, finding a shared
rhythm that quickly increased to matched to their hurried breathing.   
Eijun  pulled Kazuya’s head back towards him with his right, purring into his
ear, “Kazuya.”   
He heard the    heavy intake of breath, as Kazuya’s left hand moved to  Eijun’s
neck shifting them once again for him to settle at  Eijun’s  ear.   
“You look so much more    mesmerizing like this than I could ever imagine…
come with me…  Eijun.”   
And  Eijun  came,    at    exactly    the same moment as Kazuya. The words he
had so desperately wanted to hear falling like the sweetest prayer from
Kazuya’s lips. Hands, stomachs and    entwined legs coated with their sticky
essence, they both fell back exhausted into each other’s arms.   
Murmured whispers of confessions playing over each other's lips    with the
repeating of each other's names kissed into the other’s skin.   
Eijun  however just couldn’t help chuckling aloud once his senses returned.   
“What's so funny in that idiot brain of yours,  Ei-jun?” Kazuya drew out the
syllables in his most playful manner.   
“I was just thinking, I always wore your shirt after winning a game and it
appears you may have done the same thing with mine.”   
Kazuya nodded in agreement before  Eijun  continued, “But I guess they helped
tonight in other ways as well.”   
“How so?” Kazuya lifted one eyebrow in question.   
“Well… I guess they were lucky not only in baseball. Tonight we both wore them,
and we definitely   got lucky.”   
A rumble started in the pit of Kazuya’s stomach, before he couldn't take it
anymore and let the feeling consume him, carrying  Eijun  right along in its
powerful wake until they were both reduced    to a shaking ball of wrapped
limbs, ticklish hands and braying laughter.   
“Well, guess we had better trade again before you leave tomorrow, so we’ll be
sure to   get lucky   again.”   
 
 
 And they did, many times over.
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