goldmedals | grab your shoes, dust the floor

[ eijun hates getting shots. it's not that he's scared of them or anything like that, because that would be ridiculous, he's not furuya, but getting stuck with a needle still sucks. he's had it done to him a million times for this trip already, and eijun thought he was done! he really, really did! he's always been a healthy guy and tries to avoid the doctor unless the doctor is kanemaru, studying for his phd and doing hard medicine work and stuff that keeps him from paying attention to eijun during important and critical times in his life (like when he wants to cuddle).

but, coach momokan had pretty much insisted that he go get a physical, whatever that was, and so he strides across the village to reach the med center whistling a tune, jaunty, his official team japan cap still perched on his messy hair. the door opens with a chime and eijun living sunshine as he calls out-- ] Hello, pitcher Sawamura Eijun for a physic--Shinji!

[ if it was even possible for his sunshiney smile to go up a couple clicks, it does and eijun beams at his ever grumpy former classmate. ] Are you gonna give me a physical?! [ ... ] Is it a sexy physical?

Edited 2016-01-27 03:59 (UTC)

[ shinji looks up over the rim of his glasses (technically he doesn't really need them just to look at a clipboard, but he likes the faces that only really work when you're wearing them) and sighs. ] You're la--

[ he cuts off, staring at eijun. really? he knows this is the olympic village, eijun, but get your libido under control. ] No, it isn't a... why would you even think that?!

[ glasses shinji is a great shinji! it's always cute when he wears them and eijun steals them every now and then, pretends to be a doctor himself, but he bounds up to him like an eager puppy, completely unaware of his needle-y fate. ]

Well, it's just me and you--[ he waves his arm somewhere vaguely in the direction of the waiting room, and then stops. ] ....but coach brought me.

[ weird... there's like a half second pause before he brightens again. ] I'm in peak physical health, though, so we don't hafta do the whole physical thing! I'm all ready and prepared to play next week! Ossu!!

[ complete with his hands on his hips, and then scooching in within arms reach. ]

[ he rolls his eyes. ] Why would I get Coach to take you over here and send you into my office just for a [ complete with a mimic of eijun's voice: ] sexy physical?

[ he looks down just the tiny bit between them. subtle, eijun sawamura is not. he shuffles a little closer himself... and lifts his clipboard to bring it down softly on eijun's head, offsetting his cap. ]

Get on the table, already.

I don't know!! Romance or something! It's like a secret rendevouz! [ except...it's a secret to absolutely no one. rendevouz is one of those weird words that made its way into eijun's vocabulary via archaic reading and shoujo manga, and he's 100% passionate about this weird half romantic idea, up until he gets bonked in the head.

at least it's gentle, but it still makes him pout. ] Fiiine. [ and it's only when he pulls back and readjusts his hat that he leans in and plants a quick, peck of a smooch hello on his mouth. then and only then does he scoot back and hoist himself up with baseball trained muscles, plopping gracelessly on the table and kicking his feet lightly, smile on his face a little mischievous with his previous act. ] Do I have to put on that weird sheet gown thingy? It's just Shinji, that'd be weird...

[ still so clueless ]

That's not what a secret rendezvous means. [ why is even arguing with this... he allows the kiss hello without protest - if eijun hadn't done it, he probably would have - and closes the space to lean against the table with his hip.

he has angled himself between eijun and the door... just in case. he digs into his coat pocket and clicks his pen. ]

You're not putting on a hospital gown for one shot, Eijun.

[ he says it breezily and waits for it to sink in, jotting down a note on his copy of eijun's chart. ]

[ a smarter man'd recognize that body position, but eijun hasn't even noticed, gravitating inwards towards him naturally as he speaks. he's pretty cheerful, honestly--whatever happens here'll be over quick, and then he will get to spend some actual time with shinji until another patient shows up, and-- ]

[ eijun totally freezes. ]

Sh...

[ ....... ]

SHOT?! [ WHAT???? this has gone in a decidedly unsexy direction!!!! this is not what eijun signed up for! his eyes get huge and he instinctively jerks backwards, fully ready to scramble away. ] I don't need a--the doctor back home said I didn't need any more!!! There must be some kinda mistake, check the thingy again!!

Edited (english) 2016-01-27 04:56 (UTC)

[ he looks up, waiting for eijun to get his yelling out of the way. ]

We checked the 'thingy' like ten times, stupid. Your doctor in Nagano screwed something up, so if you wanna play, you need one more shot.

[ he tucks his pen against the board's clip. his expression is serious, but not unkind - the kind of soft reserved for eijun alone. ] Look, they didn't want to let you into the country at all, but I cut 'em a deal. You get it now, you're good for Opening Ceremonies, and then you're done until next Olympics.

[ he frowns a little. ] It's just one, and I'll do it in the right arm, so you'll be fine to throw in a day. [ not that you're supposed to be doing much of that. ]

[ eijun gapes at him for a solid ten more seconds, feeling utterly betrayed, but in the end it's "if you want to play" combined with the look on his face that makes him snap his jaw shut again, mouth drawing down into a frown that looks more like a pout. he knows shinji's right in this but he still doesn't want to get one, even if it's not really gonna hurt that bad. and it'll be in his right arm.

he complains because he is sawamura 'big baby' eijun, but this is a marked improvement over running for the hills. ] A day? [ is such a long time, he's at the olympics, he's representing his team and country and his friends and shinji and he wants to practice so he's on his best...

...but if he can't play, he'll never get to stand on that mound ever. eijun huffs, an overly dramatic noise, and sticks out his arm. ] Only cause it's you, Shinji... stupid shots....

Just for me, and not the Olympics committee? I'm honored. [ he'd laugh, but eijun would probably pout for real, so the laughter's in the vague curve of his mouth, instead. he twists to toss the clipboard onto the guest chair in a smooth arc - he's still got a baseball arm, obviously - and then back to lean down and kiss the remnants of pout off of eijun's mouth. he moves to the counter to do the last bits of prep after one short kiss, though.

but first, pulling on gloves and watching eijun squeak over how cold rubbing alcohol is are on the menu. he gestures for eijun to roll up his shirt sleeve a little. ] I can't stick anything in you through your shirt.

[ and he grins, spreading alcohol over professional sport-honed deltoid as soon as it's presented to him. ]

[ the kiss helps dissolve his pout more or less, because he's still grumpy that his doctor messed up and that he has to get another dumb shot, but he can't help but melt a little into it anyway, eternally in the honeymoon stage and eternally a puppy willing to do just about anything for a treat.

he rolls up his sleeve as instructed and yelps over the rubbing alcohol-- ] Cold! [ --also as expected, because he could have at least warmed it up a little bit first!! and then very determinedly keeps his eyes on shinji's face and not on the stupid needle that's about to get stuck in his arm that's going to keep him from pitching for a whole day.

(nevermind the fact that he's not supposed to be pitching anyway, but what miyuki doesn't know won't hurt him...it's only one or two... or it would be, anyway.)

eijun sighs, and it's just as dramatic as before, but less sulky at least. ] Is this the last one? This better be the last one! It's not one of those ones that has like five different shots, right? This is why I shoulda just asked you to do it in the first place! [ but he was home, and his childhood doctor wanted to pinch his cheek and congratulate him... he's the local celebrity back home, which is weird. ]

[ shinji leans away from the yelping before it even starts, saving his hearing for another thirty seconds. he hasn't even uncapped the needle and eijun is whining again. the worst (or best, maybe) part of all this is that besides the noise, he's still a better patient than furuya. he lets eijun regret his medical decisions for a moment more while he lines things up properly. ] It's just the one, calm down.

Next time you can get your physical in Nagano and I'll do everything else. You get to hear about how great you are, and no last minute shots. Win-win.

[ he doesn't say he'd suggested that eijun drop by his office for the mountain of olympic requirement paperwork stuff in the first place - unlike some people he can keep his gloating private. he has no doubt they'll be at the next olympics, eijun leading a crop of newbie pitchers while he makes sure eijun actually does his taper. thankfully, chatting with eijun always distracts him, so he starts actually giving the shot before he's even finished talking. ]

You did get your doctor degree thingy, I should get to take advantage of it... [ well that does sound like a good idea, and one that doesn't involve more shots or getting his cheek pinched. really, he should have just gone to shinji in the first place, but gramps had insisted and it turned into a whole big thing because his family was proud. eijun didn't mind all that much, because in the end it was nice to do stuff with his family and his hometown friends, but still. still.

his cheeks puff out when he exhales, a "pfffuhh" noise that's overly loud like everything else he does, and with his thoughts and vision so heavily focused on shinji in front of him, he hasn't even noticed he's already been pricked until the syringe is almost empty. ]

Hey! [ he exclaims, though it's less offended and more surprised, as he feels the medicine start to course up his arm. when did that happen?! ] Sneaky!

Doctor degree thingy. [ from the way he says it, it's clear he's less than impressed at that.

he reaches out to pat eijun's knee as consolation for getting tricked by his smooth talking. (it works well on eijun and small children. is that a good thing, or a bad one?) (he has yet to try it on any dogs, but he has a feeling it'll work fine on the, too.) ] You're like a little kid, tricking you's the only way to get this done without a bunch more complaining--!

[ which, speaking of, he is, just about. he pauses to make sure of there's nothing left in the syringe before he draws the needle back, and crosses the room again to drop the whole thing into the toxic waste baggie. when he comes back, it's to press a cotton ball firmly to eijun's arm. ] Could have been worse, right?

[ kanemaru is not wrong, but that doesn't stop eijun from pouting a little anyway, grumbling that he doesn't need to be tricked, okay, he just doesn't need shots because they're dumb. (and also keep major infections from spreading worldwide, eijun, stop it.)

still, it softens as he watches kanemaru cross the room, and eijun looks down at the little pinprick of blood where the needle was. his arm already feels sort of weird and noodly, and he puffs a little with the press of the cotton ball. ] It was pretty bad. [ it was not, but he grins and holds his arm up a little more for inspection. ] It'll get better if you kiss it better though!

[ his smile is big and boyish, even a little cheeky. ]

[ yeah, yeah, complain some more, sawamura, is all the acknowledgment the grumbling gets, and the moving around and dramatics get him to reach over and pluck eijun's hat off of his head so he can wear it, instead. he looks between eijun's grin and his arm once, then twice, and relents, smile a little embarrassed as he leans over to press a brief kiss to eijun's bicep.

and then he straightens up. ] I'm out of plain band-aids, so you want a racecar one or a Frozen one?

[ (he is not, actually, out of plain band-aids.) ]

[ the feeling when kanemaru puts his hat on is admittedly at first a little bittersweet. he still plays catch ball with shinji when he can, but it's not the same as being teammates--of having him at his back on third. eijun misses it, even if he knows that this is how it had to be. it's always odd to leave behind a team that you were close with, even though it feels like the olympics have been an exercise in reuniting his old friends.

the fact that he kisses his bicep after all makes eijun grin too, affectionate and pink cheeked underneath all his freckles, and he looks too proud of himself for a moment as he straightens back up again, the little bit of sadness changing into warmth almost immediately. he and shinji aren't teammates anymore, but that doesn't really matter so much. he's an awesome doctor, and maybe this year eijun'll convince him to get a samurai japan edition sawamura eijun jersey to wear. that'd be awesome.

and then, whatever was left of that bittersweet feeling is immediately gone, because eijun lights up like a child at the bandaid choices. predictable. ] A racecar one! [ HELL YEAH, RACE CARS. ]

[ putting on the hat is as familiar as breathing. it isn't that he doesn't miss playing ball, or anything, but shinji decided years ago what path he wanted to walk, and he's on that path right now... kissing eijun's boo-boos and wearing his hat included. he reaches out to curl his hand around eijun's wrist in a brief squeeze, snorting into the collar of his lab coat, and pulls away. ] Racecar, got it. Red or blue?

[ he'd bet on red, eijun's a red kind of guy, but who knows. he squeezes the box and shakes some out into his palm, holding one up to the light so he can figure out which ones are which color. ]

Edited (i can't believe i fucked up my inbox joke because i can't spellcheck (yes i can)) 2016-02-17 22:16 (UTC)

Blue! [ because sawamura eijun is nothing if not full of surprises, he goes with blue. why? the blue car's cooler, probably. or maybe he's thinking about seido, about being on the same team as all of these people who he's getting to see again these short few weeks.

he holds out his arm proudly to have the bandaid put on the spot, which is barely even bleeding. his arm's going to hurt and this will probably give miyuki some weird vindictive joy because he can't sneak pitches (jerk) but it's a small price to pay to actually be allowed to play in the game. eijun guesses. maybe.

when shinji leans in to put the bandaid on him, he tips over and kisses his cheek, just because it's there, making a 'mwaah!' noise when his lips make contact. ]

[ he blinks between the bandaid in his hand and eijun, then goes back to staring, suppressing a quiet laugh. good thing he's not a betting man when it comes to eijun sawamura.

he tilts his wrist and nods to himself, and finally pops the wrapper open. yep, he was right. he's getting good at this.

he makes a noise of surprise when eijun's leaning in to lay one on his cheek, and finishes his bandaid duties before he looks at him, mouth quirked, as he reaches out to line his palm against eijun's cheek. he's still for a second - god but he's fond of this noisy idiot - and leans in to kiss him at the corner of his mouth. ]

[ almost immediately, eijun tilts his head and nuzzles into the hand on his cheek, the gesture immediate (and maybe a little doglike), happy for the affection. eijun has always been the type to dote, pretty much since they were in high school together, and he's prone to random kisses, to finding shinji's hand whenever they're standing next to each other. he can't help it: he's still as crazy about him as ever. just like one day he knew he wanted to play baseball, one day sawamura eijun knew he wanted to date kanemaru shinji, and damned if he does anything halfway.

the kiss makes him smile against his mouth, unfettered affection, and no one in the world can blame him for chasing another one, okay. he just got sneak attacked by a shot, boyfriend kisses are on the table.

he pulls away slow and lifts the hand of his left arm to run his fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck, grinning, pretending to look innocent but mostly just looking like an excited kid at christmas trying to hide something, as usual. he's as see through as a glass window. ] Heeeey Shinji.

[ "on the table" like sexy physicals. which, conveniently, should take place on this table. ]

Edited (spacing??) 2016-02-25 05:46 (UTC)

[ shinji's still fond even as the (visible) amusement fades from his expression, and he runs his hand down eijun's front, skipping anywhere possibly 'exciting' in order to rest on the inside of the closer of his knees. he leans his hip against the table, raising an eyebrow, and taps his fingers against eijun's leg. ]

What.

[ he knows exactly what, but he's going to make you say it anyway.

[ that's probably a good sign! non-sexy touches are still touches and have every potential to turn that way, plus his hand is warm and it feels nice. eijun's always been a tactile kind of guy, living and breathing the warmth of other people, and he leans forward a little to rest his left arm on his shoulder, still looking a little too giddy to be anywhere near innocence.

he tries, though, rolling his gaze left and right and fidgeting a little, heels bouncing lightly against the table leg. ] I was just wondering... cause I came all the way out here, y'know [ because coach made you?? ] and we're all alone and we're not gonna get a lot of alone time now cause of the game, and stuff....

[ sawamura "subtle as a brick wall" eijun ]

[ it's almost endearing how obvious he is. (almost.) ] You look like I caught you with a hand in the cookie jar, stupid.

[ and then he's trailing his fingers back up eijun's leg, slow. ]

You're suggesting I take advantage of my private office to give you a reward, huh?

[ for shame, eijun!! ]

[ now you can almost definitely see his invisible tail wagging behind him, the comment about the cookie jar bouncing right off the top of his willfully ignorant head. it's not like he can even throw today anyway, and they didn't say how he had to get his physical activity in. really.

eijun leans in naturally, resting his other hand on the edge of the table as a brace and pressing the inside of his foot to kanemaru's knee when he gets close. ] Nobody else is coming, right?

[ he has exactly the amount of cheek to suggest a quickie right here on this table, and exactly the amount of shame (none) to go through with it, too. ]

[ his knee shifts against eijun's foot when they brush together, and his hand lifts until he can brush the back of hand against the front of his boyfriend's pants.

shinji kanemaru has always had a problem with liking a little risk.

he pauses, leaned over eijun, and hums. ]

Not for another two hours. Didn't know how long you were gonna be a big baby about your shot.

[ and then he leans in to kiss eijun deeply, his wrist turning so it's his palm pressing harder against eijun's crotch. ]

A ba--mmpht. [ well, so much for that complaint. shinji kisses the words out of eijun's mouth, and any complaining is quickly overrun by the fact that he's 100% getting what he wanted.

also shinji just palmed at his crotch, which helps a lot.

immediately, eijun spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate and picks up both his hands to hold his face in place so he can kiss him properly, moving his feet to rest against either of shinji's legs. almost immediately, the friction of his palm gets a little noise out of eijun as his body responds as it always does to his long term boyfriend: still like a teenage boy.

he's not a big baby, but kissing kanemaru is more important than defending his own honor, so for now eijun will take his awesome, sexy table makeout victory. fuck yeah. ]

[ eijun sawamura is the world's second biggest baby about shots. (the winner is furuya. not that he's gonna say that out loud, what if they decide to compete over it.)

he doesn't need to argue with eijun if they're making out. the day they figured out that solution was a great one for noise pollution (and shinji's sanity).

he lets eijun shift around, feeling pitcher's callouses on his cheek and smiling a little as he rocks his hand with a bend of his wrist. besides the very real fact that he is at work, right now, the illicit feeling of a rendezvous in the olympic village makes this whole objectively bad idea seem even sweeter. his free hand finds the curve behind eijun's knee, and he hitches it up as he leans forward with a twist of his shoulders. hope you didn't like being upright, eijun, because he's pushing you to lie down. ]

[ kissing is definitely eijun's favorite method of distraction--it's the quickest to at least stop words from coming out of his mouth. sounds on the other hand are a little more difficult to silence, considering he muffles a little moan into shinji's mouth even with just the friction from his hand at the front of his pants. eijun's always been loud in every venue and this is no exception--though in all honesty, considering their location right now, he should probably learn to keep his mouth shut.

he goes easily with being manhandled, dropping back on the paper-covered table with an ungraceful thump, and it only takes a little readjusting to get comfortable again, letting his left leg fall near the edge of the table spreading wide open and eager pretty much immediately. maybe the whole secret rendezvous thing he'd mentioned earlier was pretty hot. plus, shinji looks really good in his doctor stuff. he always has. sometimes he wears glasses. how was he supposed to resist that?eijun squirms up a little bit, arching into the touch of shinji's palm and hitching his hips towards him almost immediately for more, please. ]

[ shinji is unfortunately intimately familiar with the concept that eijun should learn to keep his mouth shut no matter where they are, leaving him at least prepared for the sound eijun makes. he smothers it as best he can with his own mouth, pressing his tongue insistently into eijun's mouth as he follows that unceremoniously sail onto the table.

his hands shift away from the front of anyone's pants for all of five seconds before he's pressing his hips down against eijun's in a slow thrust, hands flat against the plane of his stomach before he's too impatient to leave his fly alone. the sooner that's open the sooner they're being tossed aside.

some people here have to work after this, after all. ]

[ the smothering definitely helps--eijun makes a needy little noise into his mouth anyway, panting up against his lips even as shinji follows him up onto the table and putting a hand in his short hair, running it down the back of his neck. he's always been grabby, especially ~~on a table~~ in bed, because eijun's the kind of guy who has always known what he wanted. whether that's to be the ace of a team or to get his boyfriend's hands on him, he's always ready to get it by whatever means necessary.

in this case, it means rolling his hips up into shinji's almost immediately when he thrusts down against him like that, tipping his head back and away from the kiss just to revel in how good that feels before he (very helpfully) starts wiggling to get out of his pants. see, here's where one of those paper gown things would've been helpful!

once he gets clear of those, eijun kicks up either of his ever flexible limbs to wrap around shinji and hold him in place like a human barnacle. this time he can actually surge up to kiss him properly, and the eager roll of his hips against his is easier at this angle--plus the friction of shinji's pants on the thin fabric of his underwear feels awesome, and it gets a low, pleased croon out of eijun. ]

grab your shoes, dust the floor

this is an embarrassing tag

eijun is always embarrassing, he's used to it

he chose this, just remember that

he's gonna cry at their wedding, even

babysat him all the way to the altar

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on finishing

♥

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eijun sure is getting banged on a lot of tables, isn't he

that's the real reason i made this musebox

you're livin the dream

the gold medal in eijun table banging is mine