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Apr. 30th, 2010 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHanai hadn't meant to toss Tajima against the wall. He hadn't. He wasn't about to do something stupid like start a fight and injure either himself or the star player. His own insecurities had been building to a boiling point however, and Tajima hadn't been helping. He seemed to sense when Hanai was at his most insecure and would then poke at Hanai.
Sharply.
Like a kid picking at a pimple that was about to pop.
And like a pimple Hanai just OOZED resentment.
Except now Hanai was more like… like a volcano or something and he was ready to spew hot ash and molten lava and destroy some countryside and quake the earth. That was why he had grabbed Tajima and shoved Tajima up against the dug out's wall. Except it wasn't really a shove because Hanai's hands were still wrapped tight around Tajima's arms and he was holding Tajima off the ground.
So he could yell in his face.
He didn't even know what he was saying! His mouth was running on autopilot and he was pretty sure he had just told Tajima to BACK OFF he was DOING THE BEST HE COULD and he DIDN'T APPRECIATE IT WHEN TAJIMA CRITICIZED HIM and the whole time Tajima was pinned against the wall like some sort of fucking butterfly or something…
And he was just… giving Hanai the look, you know, THE look. The one where Tajima's freckles seemed to pale and his eyes went both wide and narrow and his pupils just kind of… it was hard to describe but you KNEW when Tajima focused and Tajima was focusing on him but it was pissed off and Hanai…
He just couldn't take it anymore.
Which didn't explain why now he was kissing Tajima. He was kissing Tajima hard and mean too, his lips were all mashed up against Tajima's and his nose was mashed up against Tajima's and he was staring down the line of his nose into Tajima's eyes hard. Hard. Just like the kiss, just like his grip on Tajima's arms, just like the press of the dugout wall against Tajima's back.
Hard like the cock in Hanai's pants.
Hard like the way Tajima was kissing him back and the look in Tajima's eyes and the hands on Hanai's elbows and the bulge that pressed up against Hanai's waist when he pushed Tajima back against the wall with his BODY.
Hard like that. Hard like both of them. Hard like how hard it was going to be to explain away the hickeys and bruises and the fact that for days Tajima would direct looks at Hanai when they went to shower after practice.
The ground was hard underneath them, but Hanai had to show Tajima, had to show him he was BETTER. Except he wasn't, he didn't know what to do, all he knew was he had Tajima's cock in his mouth and he was sucking it hard. He knew that you could fuck a guy up the… but he didn't know how. He just knew you could do it.
His sisters liked BL.
"Hanai." Something dropped into Hanai's hands. He looked at it and realized it was lotion of some kind. It didn't matter what kind to Hanai, he'd figured out what he was supposed to do with it. Looking up Hanai felt something twist inside of him when he realized Tajima had gotten one up on him AGAIN. Tajima knew how this went.
He was a little rough when he pushed that first finger inside of Tajima but the tightness and the way Tajima's body seemed to just… CONTRACT made him go softer on the second.
Still hard though. Still sucking Tajima off and now he was fucking Tajima with his fingers and Tajima was saying things like Hanai had earlier. Not about being pissed off but there was still cursing and he was talking about how Hanai made him feel, was making him feel, and how he was pretty sure he was going to come harder than he-
Hanai pulled back in time to avoid having Tajima's semen go right down his throat, and was fast enough with his hand that he didn't get it splattered all over his face. Tajima started to slump after he came, his body sliding bonelessly down the dugout wall. Hanai pulled the slimy hand that had been between Tajima's legs back and wiped it off on his trousers and tried not to think about what they had just been doing or the fact that Tajima's bare ass was resting on the dirty dug out floor.
Or about the fact that he was still hard.
Hanai coughed. "I'll see you tomorrow." Turning Hanai attempted to gain some composure. Maybe if he didn't look at Tajima… "Go home and-"
A hand closed around Hanai's wrist, hard, and jerked him back around. Tajima was grinning, and it was a weirdly dark, challenging grin. "My turn."
Then he jerked Hanai down onto his knees and kissed him, Hanai kneeling between Tajima's open legs , and even though Hanai was taller and stronger and bigger in OTHER places… even though he was totally dressed and Tajima wasn't, even though Hanai was kneeling on Tajima's pulled down pants effectively pinning the shorter teen's legs…
There was nothing Hanai could do to get away. Not like he tried. He'd been challenged and he wasn't about to be beat.
Sharply.
Like a kid picking at a pimple that was about to pop.
And like a pimple Hanai just OOZED resentment.
Except now Hanai was more like… like a volcano or something and he was ready to spew hot ash and molten lava and destroy some countryside and quake the earth. That was why he had grabbed Tajima and shoved Tajima up against the dug out's wall. Except it wasn't really a shove because Hanai's hands were still wrapped tight around Tajima's arms and he was holding Tajima off the ground.
So he could yell in his face.
He didn't even know what he was saying! His mouth was running on autopilot and he was pretty sure he had just told Tajima to BACK OFF he was DOING THE BEST HE COULD and he DIDN'T APPRECIATE IT WHEN TAJIMA CRITICIZED HIM and the whole time Tajima was pinned against the wall like some sort of fucking butterfly or something…
And he was just… giving Hanai the look, you know, THE look. The one where Tajima's freckles seemed to pale and his eyes went both wide and narrow and his pupils just kind of… it was hard to describe but you KNEW when Tajima focused and Tajima was focusing on him but it was pissed off and Hanai…
He just couldn't take it anymore.
Which didn't explain why now he was kissing Tajima. He was kissing Tajima hard and mean too, his lips were all mashed up against Tajima's and his nose was mashed up against Tajima's and he was staring down the line of his nose into Tajima's eyes hard. Hard. Just like the kiss, just like his grip on Tajima's arms, just like the press of the dugout wall against Tajima's back.
Hard like the cock in Hanai's pants.
Hard like the way Tajima was kissing him back and the look in Tajima's eyes and the hands on Hanai's elbows and the bulge that pressed up against Hanai's waist when he pushed Tajima back against the wall with his BODY.
Hard like that. Hard like both of them. Hard like how hard it was going to be to explain away the hickeys and bruises and the fact that for days Tajima would direct looks at Hanai when they went to shower after practice.
The ground was hard underneath them, but Hanai had to show Tajima, had to show him he was BETTER. Except he wasn't, he didn't know what to do, all he knew was he had Tajima's cock in his mouth and he was sucking it hard. He knew that you could fuck a guy up the… but he didn't know how. He just knew you could do it.
His sisters liked BL.
"Hanai." Something dropped into Hanai's hands. He looked at it and realized it was lotion of some kind. It didn't matter what kind to Hanai, he'd figured out what he was supposed to do with it. Looking up Hanai felt something twist inside of him when he realized Tajima had gotten one up on him AGAIN. Tajima knew how this went.
He was a little rough when he pushed that first finger inside of Tajima but the tightness and the way Tajima's body seemed to just… CONTRACT made him go softer on the second.
Still hard though. Still sucking Tajima off and now he was fucking Tajima with his fingers and Tajima was saying things like Hanai had earlier. Not about being pissed off but there was still cursing and he was talking about how Hanai made him feel, was making him feel, and how he was pretty sure he was going to come harder than he-
Hanai pulled back in time to avoid having Tajima's semen go right down his throat, and was fast enough with his hand that he didn't get it splattered all over his face. Tajima started to slump after he came, his body sliding bonelessly down the dugout wall. Hanai pulled the slimy hand that had been between Tajima's legs back and wiped it off on his trousers and tried not to think about what they had just been doing or the fact that Tajima's bare ass was resting on the dirty dug out floor.
Or about the fact that he was still hard.
Hanai coughed. "I'll see you tomorrow." Turning Hanai attempted to gain some composure. Maybe if he didn't look at Tajima… "Go home and-"
A hand closed around Hanai's wrist, hard, and jerked him back around. Tajima was grinning, and it was a weirdly dark, challenging grin. "My turn."
Then he jerked Hanai down onto his knees and kissed him, Hanai kneeling between Tajima's open legs , and even though Hanai was taller and stronger and bigger in OTHER places… even though he was totally dressed and Tajima wasn't, even though Hanai was kneeling on Tajima's pulled down pants effectively pinning the shorter teen's legs…
There was nothing Hanai could do to get away. Not like he tried. He'd been challenged and he wasn't about to be beat.
