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[ eijun's always at his best after a good game, there's no doubt about that.

and today? today was a good game. he'd been chomping at the bit to get out and pitch as usual, annoying in his desire to do something, and when eijun finally got the chance to go out and deliver, he delivered. there's nothing quite like pitching on a stage as big as the olympic one--even his professional team at home feels damp in comparison--and he absolutely thrived under the pressure, his usual ability to keep his cool present even in the biggest stadium eijun's ever stepped foot in in his life. its days like today that remind him how much he loves pitching, how hard he fought for the ace number he wore for his team at home, and how much he loves this amalgamation of people that came together to form team japan.

also, how much he loves being praised? damn, he loves that. after the game's over and team japan is onto the next round and eijun's done his cooldown as he's supposed to (after some gentle threatening from momoe) he's still totally high on victory and grinning like a lunatic all over the locker room, yelling and generally being eijun. after all, every game they win is another game that they can play, and eijun's appetite for victory? now that's insatiable.

however, he can be stopped from yelling pretty easily, mostly when someone catches his arm. eijun turns around, ready to blurt out something about being the ace, but pauses when he sees who's actually said something.

instead, he blurts out his usual, but today it's more of a chirp. ] Masamune Hongo!! [ wait there's two of them. ] Furuya!!

[ one day he'll call him by just one name, probably, but that day is not today. ] What's up? [ eijun's practically glowing, all sunshine and sheer, pleased delight. ]

Edited 2016-04-07 23:08 (UTC)

[ The only thing more frustrating than watching Sawamura play is being the person to take the mound after him. He didn't even look tired when they finally brought him in after seven innings, sending Satoru out to close the game. It's a position he's familiar with but taking the mound back from Sawamura is unlike anything else.

The only thing he feels beyond frustration is the singular invigoration that always comes with receiving the ball from Sawamura. It's a little like being back in high school again, complete with the way the sun catches in the gold of Sawamura's eyes and dazzles him just for a second. It's easy to shake off (especially with a glance at the dugout to find a pair of dark eyes watching him, cool like the shade of deep forest) but it's still very real and it's still on his mind when he makes his way back to the locker room after the end of the game.

Satoru's still simmering with energy but he's got nothing on the way Sawamura's bouncing around. That is, until he feels the weight of Masamune's hand on his back and trailing down to his waist. That's a different kind of invigorating, igniting a thrum in him that has nothing to do with pitching, but the touch doesn't say, 'let's get out of here.' Satoru turns a little, curious to see what Masamune's got in mind.

Then he blinks once, slowly. He can't... Why is he stopping Sawamura? Satoru looks between the two of them, wildly curious and not sure he can believe his eyes. ]

[ It's possible he should have actually discussed this with Satoru before getting it in his head that propositioning Sawamura today was a good idea, but it's not like Masamune doesn't have eyes. You spend long enough dancing around getting together with someone long enough, you learn to recognize the signs of attraction.

His hand finds Sawamura's elbow again. ]

Stop calling me that.

[ Said mildly. Seriously, man, come on. His grip on Sawamura's arm tightens enough to pull him just a bit closer, and he leverages the height he doesn't have over Satoru but certainly has over Sawamura to lean a teensy bit closer. Just enough anyone still leaving the locker room doesn't hear everything coming out of his mouth. (No one can know he offers compliments, ever.) ]

You threw like an ace today.

[ Only a safe thing to say without Narumiya or Miyuki in the room. Countdown to shouting in 3... 2... ]

[ the "stop calling me that" goes 100% over eijun's head as usually, mostly because he won't stop no matter who tells him to. he's always been a tactile guy, so masamune leaning in a little closer doesn't bother him any, nor does the grip on his arm. in fact, he just sways in a little closer, comfortably, with the easy grace that comes from being teammates with someone. and totally not anything else.

...yeah, he's as clueless as ever.

however, his eyes widen a little at being called an ace, mostly because he thought it might actually be physically impossible for masamune to say a nice thing but also. he is an ace!

...hey, wait a second. ]

That's because I AM AN ACE!! [ eijun's been an ace for a while now and he still reacts like an overexcited dog when he gets to proclaim this fact, practically glowing with the reminder of his title (at home) and his need to defend the fact that he is an ace.

you ordered shouting, here it is ] Of course I threw like an ace!! I throw like an ace every game, and I'm gonna keep throwing like one until I'm the ace of this team too!!

[ obnoxious laughter and shouting to follow...stop him ]

[ Masamune may well have picked up on Satoru's ancient interest in Sawamura, but if there was ever any question as to why it never moved beyond an awkward teenage crush, well, there you have it. He closes ranks when Sawamura moves in but it's as difficult as ever to stand close to him when the volume goes up. There was a little spark of something like jealousy when Masamune called Sawamura an ace, but there are more pressing concerns (and Masamune's thumb is still hooked in his waist, so there).

After a moment of shouting, Satoru lifts a hand and wraps it over Sawamura's mouth. It's a moment of blessed silence, but he doesn't leave it there. Sawamura's all mouth--getting bitten seems like a legitimate concern. ]

Loud.

[ Ace or not, somebody needs to find his indoor voice. Still, Satoru's managed to move past his cluelessness, or at least past his inability to voice what he sees. Masamune's up to something and Satoru's along for the ride, especially if it's going where he thinks it might be. ]

Congratulations.

Can I take it back.

[ It's a good thing Masamune's ego is such that all the satisfaction he needs out of his pitching is victory, because the amount of protectiveness his boyfriend and his boyfriend's high school teammate have of the word is almost inspiring in its intensity.

Almost.

His mouth twists into something that might be the herald of a laugh, eyes sliding toward Satoru, and his hand resettles at the small of his back. Loud is right. He almost considers leaving it here, just a friendly teammate comment, but turning back isn't his style. So instead of staying still, his hand skims up Sawamura's arm, fingers curled loose when he taps them against Sawamura's shoulder. More than he offers most of their teammates, really. ]

Where are you headed?

[ If he's got hard plans, then Masamune will... not feel bad at all about rampaging on them, probably, but if nothing else it'll probably be obvious to Satoru what he's going for. ]

[ eijun's completely happy to go on and on about how great of an ace he is and how team japan can definitely depend on him as an ace (somewhere, mei is feeling the urge to kill eijun) but he is luckily cut off by furuya's hand clapping over his mouth. he makes an offended noise and reaches up to bat at his wrist to move it away but it's gone before he can do any actual damage, leaving him ready to huff and puff at furuya instead. and he's fully ready to, really! until he congratulates him, and then some of the steam wears off.

as usual. luckily, he's completely and totally distracted from arguing with his former (still current, honestly) rival by masamune speaking to him and touching him. which is kind of weird? he's not sure if he's ever had masamune touch him in like, his whole life. ever?? even so, it's probably nothing, and any weirdness gets smothered quickly--not everyone is as tactile as you, kiddo. ]

Uhhh. [ where is he headed. ] Dinner? [ he reaches up to rub the back of his head with his free hand. ] I dunno, I guess I was just gonna go back to the hotel!

[ obvious to furuya... not so much to eijun ]

[ Knowing how he can go on is exactly why Satoru intervened. That and the amusement of seeing how mad Sawamura gets, anyway. This is the last game of the day so they don't have to worry about anybody coming into the locker room but that doesn't mean this is something Satoru's especially keen to get interrupted doing.

He shifts where he's standing, not enough to disconnect from Masamune but enough to put himself more evenly between the two of them. A pair facing one person becomes a more even triangle this way. Satoru recognizes the way Masamune's touching Sawamura and he's on board. Hopefully they can find some way to get Sawamura to pick up on it, though. ]

So nowhere important. Dinner can wait.

[ He's quietly pleased Sawamura's explosion is contained before Masamune has to give him a Momoe Special (or threaten to, anyway) because he doesn't really want to be having Masamune Hongo!!!! yelled i his face at the moment. For those reasons, anyway.

He lets Satoru go without giving into any urge to reel him in (which is there a lot) since it's not like he has to let go, or anything, and his other hand taps once more against Sawamura's shoulder before it lifts away.

His nod to echo Satoru's comment is short. ]

We're celebrating. [ That's one word for it. He reaches back out, but this time when his hand finds Sawamura's shoulder, it's to fist in the fabric of his jersey, and tug.

Satoru has one method of shutting Eijun up. Masamune prefers his own method, which includes closing the gap so there's hopefully absolutely no confusion about what kind of celebration he's talking about, dark blue eyes darker than usual, his palm against Sawamura's collarbone, hovering just far enough away he can see Sawamura's face still. Though this is Sawamura, so maybe not? ] You in? Or not?

Hey, what the-- [ at first, he's pretty sure he's being challenged to a fight??? he didn't think he and furuya were that kind of rivals nowadays but maybe masamune made him scarier?? it's possible! he opens his mouth to say something obnoxious about it and defending his honor and how they can't just beat him up and he'll take them both on and still one and then.

eijun blinks as he's suddenly right there and oh, hello. masamune's kind of attractive? which is a terrible thought to be having about people who might want to fight you at some point, but with his breath sort of caught and furuya right there next to him and the two of them, a thing (that someone had to tell him)

there's a long pause. ]

...You guys don't wanna fight me at all! [ said with the wonder of someone who has just understood all the great secrets of the world

followed eloquently by: ] Oh.

[ he got it ]

[ It's never been quite to the level of Kominato's fond exasperation, but Satoru's sometimes found a kind of amusement in Sawamura's denseness. There's a little of that now but mostly it's just sheer disbelief. Sure, Satoru's more aware of it than possibly anybody else on the planet, but Masamune's coming on so strong right now that if Sawamura hadn't figured it out, Satoru was starting to think about calling it all off and dragging Masamune away for himself.

Luckily, it looks like it may not come to that. Of course, that means the process now of making sure Sawamura's actually interested can begin in earnest. He got it, that much is clear, but he didn't say yes. (It's possible he's just too busy staring at Masamune to remember--it happens to Satoru a lot, he can sympathize.)

To get his attention back, Satoru takes a deep breath then reaches out, dragging the backs of his knuckles down the outside of Sawamura's forearm and stopping at his wrist. It's exactly as satisfying as he's imagined but he stops himself before actually taking Sawamura's hand. ]

You in?

Edited 2016-04-08 02:28 (UTC)

[ Masamune's immediate expression is nonplussed, more than anything. Why the hell would he want to fight you, Sawamura? The way Sawamura's mind works is - as always - kind of a mystery. He rolls his eyes a little when he finally knows they're all on the same page, here.

His hand shifts, curls at Eijun's throat to leave his fingertips touching the back of his neck, and he raises his eyebrows in silence. His thumb runs a loose arc against sun-brown skin as he waits.

Ball's in your court, Sawamura. Make the call.

(Masamune may not have noticed, but his aura may be... flickering... a little...) ]

[ eijun, bless his sweet, pure heart, almost immediately started turning red at his realization and has now reached a toasty shade of scarlet even with his tan, freckles on his nose darkened as he gets kind of flustered. they--are dating. but they want--

this is a lot to process all at once, especially because the difference in contact between the brush of furuya's hand against his arm and masamune's fingers on the back of his neck is a lot, and eijun can feel goosebumps starting to rise up on his skin as he realizes they're. waiting on him for an answer.

in the end, sawamura eijun has always trusted his gut before he's ever trusted his brain to think through an answer. his gut currently has one reaction to all of this, the touches and the thumb brushing against his skin and furuya right there so close and it's to blurt out-- ] Okay. [ okay. sure. why not.

well that's one way to celebrate. ]

[ It's a good look on him, really. Sawamura's always flustered easily but knowing that he's at least part of the cause is pretty gratifying to Satoru. It also helps him think less about his own reaction to all this. Sometimes he wonders about what Masamune's life was like before they got together, that this is something that'd even cross his mind, but it feels natural enough that he's not going to think too hard and risk spoiling everybody's fun. It doesn't matter how it's happening; all that matters is that it is.

Instead, as soon as Sawamura says okay Satoru's grabbing for his hand and leaning in. The competitive part of him as well as the part of him that will always be sixteen and hungry, well, they want the first kiss here but he settles for resting his forehead on Sawamura's temple. It's not a subtle signal, especially with the way he's nosing at the side of his head (and the way his own aura's come on, burning low but hot), but he can't just pounce him.

Not yet, anyway. ]

[ Masamune's mouth quirks at the corner, a more obvious expression than he'd usually offer, but. Sawamura is stupid. He needs the help. His head tilts toward Satoru, and he otherwise doesn't move. The history between Satoru and Sawamura is much more than he'd ever feel comfortable stepping into - if Satoru wants first kiss, now that he's initiated, then he's welcome to it. Masamune doesn't get that kind of jealous.

His hand does slide up Satoru's back to lay across his spine, heavy, but that's more for himself than anything. ]

I wouldn't leave him hanging.

[ Directed, quiet, at Sawamura. Please be quicker on this uptake than you have been previously in this conversation... ]

[ this is happening, apparently. eijun exhaled the minute he spat out his response, cheeks going puffy as he tried to actually process everything that was happening, but as furuya grabs onto his hand, he realizes pretty quickly that maybe there's not much time to process at all and he needs to just go with the flow.

after all, it's just furuya. they spent years of their lives in close proximity. it's not like it's someone random he doesn't know. teammates. just. kisses (???) between teammates. and more than that, he's not that big of an idiot, but for now it's easier to take it one step at a time.

and besides, as furuya's nosing in near his cheek, eijun reasons with himself that he'd rather be the first one to win this particular contest, thank you very much (because even literal years out of high school eijun is still always competing with furuya). he glances back at masamune when he says something, eyes still dinnerplate wide, and then switches gears.

from zero to competitive in .2 seconds, the sawamura way. so eijun turns his head to the side and plants a kiss on furuya, shutting his eyes tight at first and then relaxing a little, his fingers finding furuya's and twining their hands together tight so he has something to hold on to. ]

[ It may be for himself, but Satoru can't help but feel encouraged by the pressure of Masamune's hand on his back. He doesn't really need it--he's very much on board with this--but there's something about having it that spurs him on where he otherwise might have been a bit more tentative. Not too much, though. There's a time for being thoughtful and this is not it.

He barely registers that Masamune's comment is about him but really, it's just more encouragement for Satoru. His free hand is already halfway lifted by the time Sawamura turns to him. After an awkward moment of adjusting for how tense Sawamura seems to be, he finishes the motion with a hand under Sawamura's jaw. He moves his thumb against Sawamura's cheek in a deliberate copy of Masamune's hand on his throat, trying to get Sawamura to calm down. Always wound so tight. Give it up, you're not really going to win this time (even if technically he did kiss Satoru first; that's just a detail).

It also has the added benefits of letting him touch Sawamura more and letting him control things a little bit. He can already hear Sawamura's triumphant victory shout in his head if he lets him go while he still has breath, after all, so nobody's going anywhere until he's done his best to get Sawamura as breathless as possible. It's shamelessly self-indulgent too; he's waited the better part of a decade to see what this would feel like and he's going to make it last.

When he finally moves back, sucking lightly on Sawamura's lower lip as he does, it's just far enough to make eye contact. ]

Relax.

[ Said with the same tone Sawamura'd always use when muttering it to himself. The deadpan look on Satoru's face gives away little but if he can't get a tiny jab in now of all times, then when? ]

[ Masamune's content for a moment to watch Satoru kiss the daylights out of Sawamura, amused more than anything by Sawamura's change in gears. Some things, at least, are the same whether he's on the mound or not.

Watching your boyfriend kiss his other high school rival should probably be less hot than it actually is, or so he's beginning to decide when Satoru puts his hard-earned stamina to a less-than-intended use. There's no visible difference to his face when Satoru draws back, but his fingers at the nape of Sawamura's neck tighten a notch. His other hand, however, curls into a loose fist, and he knocks his knuckles softly on Satoru's back in a wordless, easy chide. Don't rile him back up when you're done with him. ]

[ oh. that hand on his face is kind of nice. same with the petting that comes with it. it's not like it's going to make his knees buckle or anything like that because this is furuya and he refuses to lose to him in any avenue, even if that avenue is currently kissing, mostly because he's still as competitive as he was when he was sixteen and a rival is a rival. even if they're teammates again.

that being said, the tension melts out of his shoulders until he's starting to lean into furuya, lifting his hand to grab at the front of his shirt and fist in the fabric to pull him in a little closer. kissing eijun, as it turns out, is a handsy and noisy affair: as he kisses him back, he starts making little noises into his mouth, rolling his shoulders forward and pulling furuya a little closer with his hand in his shirt. it's hot and frankly kind of awesome.

in fact, he's starting to get kind of into it, so when furuya pulls back, tugging on his lip, he does leave him breathless. eijun blinks his eyes back open again, half lidded and pupils blown, and it's only when he's making fun of him, rude, that he opens his mouth to get in some kind of a comeback.

the fingers curling at the back of his neck stop him, though, and he ends up just lightly socking his fist against his chest again, grumbling, ] Relaxed, I'm relaxed, I am totally relaxed.

[ yeah ok ]

[ Satoru receives his scolding from both sides as gracefully as possible, mostly because he knew that was coming. Part of him, a surprisingly big part, almost regrets it because when Sawamura looks up at him after (even now, he's got the height advantage) it's pretty obvious the way he was hanging onto him wasn't just for show or competition like he'd thought. Sawamura was into it and for himself, well, he'd had the idea of preventing the triumphant yelling from getting louder but he wouldn't mind hearing those other, smaller sounds with a little more feeling behind them.

He's about to go back in to see if he can achieve just that when he notes the grip Masamune has on the back of Sawamura's neck. Satoru turns his head a little, suddenly very curious about Masamune's reaction to all this but also leaving some space, more or less, between himself and Sawamura, the hand on his face sliding down to his shoulder. He keeps holding the other one without thinking but he does give it a squeeze, a wordless semi-acknowledgement that he might have said something weird, but definitely not an apology. Satoru trusts Masamune to make it known when he wants to get himself involved but after misreading Sawamura's reaction, he's not sure he trusts himself to respond quickly enough.

Especially not if Sawamura gets that into it again. ]

[ It's a good thing Satoru trusts Masamune to insert himself where he'd like to be, because that's exactly what he's doing when they break properly apart. Sawamura's insistence that he's totally fine, seriously! is about as believable as when he's tensing up on the mound, or even less since now he's right here and not in the dugout. Not that he's really worried, or anything, it's clearly not like Sawamura had considered this particular kind of... team bonding. He'll get the hang of it, especially if Satoru is done making a little too much fun of him for a guy who is the definition of a slow starter.

Masamune isn't shouldering Satoru out of the way or anything as he fills the gap Satoru had left on Sawamura's cheek with the hand he lifts over Satoru's shoulder - he shifts his weight to fix his angle, but that's about it. He turns Sawamura's head back toward him with a careful but insistent sort of pull, and shifts his hands to find his jaw. For a brief moment, he's silent, meeting Sawamura's eye, and then he leans in.

He leads his way into it with a scrape of teeth against Sawamura's lower lip, because why not, right? ]

[ well, nothing says "this is definitely a threesome that involves three people" quite like being kissed by a different person ten seconds after the first one. eijun's reeling a little less now that he's starting to catch on to everything that's happening (all the kissing is definitely helping) and though he's still kind of flushed red, he starts to lean in for the kiss right when masamune does.

the teeth just sort of him make him grin, a little wild, and he tilts his head up to meet the height difference between them and kiss him back, opening his mouth into it and chasing after the bite with plenty of exuberance. this time, shutting his eyes tight has nothing to do with embarrassment, and if he'd never considered having his tongue in his teammate's mouth...well, he's definitely considering it now.

the hand that was on furuya's jersey drops until he can grab onto masamune somewhere, handsy and impatient and settling for mirroring his grip from before, grabbing onto the back of his neck and digging in just a little. his other hand, however, hasn't left furuya's, and if he returns the definitely-not-an-apology squeeze back, he's not the one saying it out loud.

all of this kissing and moving has left him hot all over and wriggly as ever, and there's no way he can stop any sort of natural reaction to it, including his hips twitching a little as he starts to get into the kiss. he's still close to both of them, and it's only as he starts to get into the kiss that he lets go of furuya's hand to trail his hand up his arm, twitchy and needing to move and touch and feel everything going on. ]

[ Satoru's not protesting when Masamune moves in. This is why he shifted out of the way, after all, and it's fascinating to watch. Fascinating and more than a little hot. The only frustrating part is not having much to do himself but that's easily remedied.

As soon as Sawamura leans into Masamune and lets go of Satoru's hand, he starts to move. He can feel Sawamura's hand drifting up his arm and he likes that but he's got another idea. He lifts his own hand as he slides in behind Sawamura, letting it trace up Sawamura's arm in turn until he reaches his elbow. From there, he pushes Sawamura's arm up and guides his hand into Satoru's hair. Have something a little more interesting to touch, Sawamura.

He's careful of the angle of his shoulder--it just worked really hard, after all--but the curl of Sawamura's arm creates a nice space for him to duck his head and lock his lips onto his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark so much as to feel Sawamura's pulse on his tongue. Satoru's other hand slips forward, skimming over Sawamura's waist but ending up hooked in the waist of Masamune's pants. ]

[ Kissing Sawamura is - well, a change of pace. Masamune's previous experience aside, he's been kissing one person for a while now, and Satoru's not boring in the least, but Sawamura is exuberance and energy, not intensity.

He hums, quiet, encouragement more than anything else, and when the heat of Satoru nearby shifts, he does, too, tilting forward until he's pressed up against Sawamura's front, and his hands trace down Sawamura's chest. One lingers at his shoulder, the other finds the curve of his side where Satoru's pulled his arm up, and follows the seam of his jersey to settle at Sawamura's hip. ]

[ even caught up in kissing as he is, it's hard to miss furuya moving around behind him. it draws eijun's short attention span for a second, but masamune humming takes it back, enough that he's completely pliable in furuya's hands. any curiosity he has is taken over by instinct and the warmth that's coming from being sandwiched between the two other pitchers has him chasing the kiss even more energetically, even catching his teeth against masamune's tongue.

so when furuya's got his hand moved into his hair, eijun's greedy fingers curl into it immediately and tug, because he's nothing if not handsy in these situations, and though he's not the best at reading situations, most of the time, he's sure as hell figured it out now. and anywhere his brain's not connecting, his body will.

all of this has freed up his other arm, which moves from the back of masamune's neck to spreading across his shoulders, fisting in the back of his jersey and holding him there, as if he could physically keep this kissing continuing as long as possible. all these natural reactions make his hips twitch again, and this time, it's up against masamune's--combine that, the kiss and furuya's tongue on his neck together and eijun moans into masamune's mouth, shameless and noisy right out of the gate. ]

[ That is exactly what he was hoping for. Satoru scrapes his teeth lightly on Eijun's skin in response to the tug but most of his attention is on the kiss right in front of him. He's watching intently from a better than the front row seat, every little nip and flex, and he feels the moan as much as he hears it.

This could be a problem, as much as he's into hearing it. He and Masamune are both naturally pretty quiet but if Sawamura's anything like he is on the field during this (and Satoru's pretty sure he only has one setting) then he's going to get loud. Normally Satoru really doesn't care much what anybody thinks and it's not like the Olympic village is exactly a bastion of tight morality, but the chances that they'd all get kicked off the team if anybody caught them at this are high and that's more than he's willing to sacrifice.

He slides his free hand down Sawamura's side and under his the loose hem of his jersey, wrapping his arm around his waist and squeezing him once, like tugging on a dog's lead to break its concentration when it's barking. After another little nibble he lifts his head, speaking low right against Sawamura's ear. ]

Shhhhh.

[ The fact that all of this--the skin to skin contact, the embrace, the whispering--might have the opposite effect doesn't occur to him till after. Hmm. ]

[ It's a good sound. A satisfying one, and Masamune rewards it with a roll of his hips. Satoru hushing Sawamura reminds him exactly where they are, though, and slowly he breaks off, tilting Sawamura's forehead against his own, and touches his fingertips to Satoru's arm looped at Sawamura's waist. He takes a second to catch his breath, and then speaks up, quiet in the spirit of Satoru trying to keep things quiet. ]

In here's a bad idea.

[ Which doesn't actually make it easier to break off. As evidenced by the face that he shifts to match Satoru's eye and lean in for a kiss over Sawamura's shoulder. Thanks for being the short guy here, buddy.

He offers another slow shift of his hips as a consolation prize, of sorts. ]

Edited (....cries) 2016-04-09 02:55 (UTC)

[ yeah, no, clearly furuya didn't think that one through because if anything, the combination of everything that just happened makes eijun's bones go a little liquid, and it has the exact opposite effect, coming out in a stuttered out moan as masamune starts to pull away. he chases it stubbornly, only gets in a peck before he's kind of breathless and already a little sex stupid and gives in to the touch of their foreheads.

it's only when he speaks up that eijun snaps back and looks between the two of them, his cheeks still flushed and heart banging around somewhere in his ribcage. he's gotten into this enough now that there is no turning back, considering he's starting to get a little hard in his pants. instead, he whines-- ] Are you serious, why'd yohaa.

[ and gets interrupted midway through with masamune's hips. eijun's hand tightens reflexively in furuya's hair and he huffs so he can finish his complaining. ] --s-start here then?! You can't make me go all the way back to the hotel now!

[ a) with a boner and b) that's far away and c) the last thing he wants to do is stop ]

Edited 2016-04-09 03:14 (UTC)

[ Satoru's surprised at how much he likes that feeling, when his hand on Sawamura's stomach makes him weak, leaving his weight leaning just a bit into the two of them. He's less enamored with the moan, though. Not the point, Sawamura, and it shows when Sawamura looks at him, though it's hard to muster a terribly dark expression feeling how he does right now--warm, energized, and also unwilling to stop if he can help it.

He agrees completely with Masamune but it's only a second before he's too busy to say so. The couple of fingers hooked in Masamune's waistband turns into a fist, yanking him forward like Satoru could get at him through Sawamura if he tried hard enough. He's not jealous, watching him kiss Sawamura, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want that for himself too. He rolls his own hips against Sawamura's ass as he pours attention into kissing Masamune even more impressively than Sawamura. It's not hard. From the slide of his tongue to the angle of his jaw, he knows what Masamune likes.

He hears you yelling, Sawamura, but you're just going to to have to wait. ]

[ The grass is green, the sky is blue, Sawamura is complaining. It's so normal Masamune doesn't even pay it any attention, focusing instead on the slide of Satoru's tongue against his own and the feeling of Sawamura going a little weak between them. He finds the loop of Sawamura's belt, hooks his fingers under it, and pulls up a little, just so he stays still.

He traces the collar of Sawamura's jersey with his free hand, kissing Satoru with another quiet hum, and slowly breaks free, then leans back in for one more, short, as he rolls his hips against Sawamura's almost as an afterthought.

He breathes hot against Sawamura's ear. ]

There's empty rooms in the south wing.

[ He's not going to make you go back to the hotel, Sawamura, he's civilized. ]

[ look, his complaining is completely valid here, okay, the idea of having to get un-stuck from this current sandwich he's found himself in sounds so not good, and the last thing he wants to do is run into another athlete, or worse, into coach like this. these are the sane thoughts eijun would be having at the moment, currently, but he kind of gets caught up between the motion of furuya's hips behind him and the sight of the two of them kissing right there over his shoulder. from here, he can hear everything, every slick sound and it probably shouldn't be as hot as it is.

nevermind on that "a little" hard in his pants thing. being held still by his belt loop is keeping him from reacting back to either of them, and it takes a lot of strength (and biting the inside of his cheek) to keep from making another noise when masamune grinds up against him again. in fact, if it wasn't so close, eijun might have actually missed what he said. it takes him a second to recover from the sensation to actually parse the words.

empty rooms... south wing...

it clicks, eijun's head jerks up from where it had fallen back a little against furuya's shoulder, and he nods, trying to move everywhere all at once to untangle himself from both of them. ] Empty--south wing, yes, yep, empty room, let's go--!! [ he's all limb and zero grace in the face of the urgency to get right back into doing this, because his head's already spinning and the faster they move the less likely they are to get caught. ]

[ Satoru takes that hum in with the rest of it but manages to avoid sulking when Masamune finally breaks the kiss. It's not like he's not going to get all that and more very shortly, and now they even have a plan. He drags his palm slowly across Sawamura's stomach before moving his arm away, creating an opening for him to get out from between them. South wings is the trainers' area, offices and massage rooms.

Massage rooms have beds. At this point, he'd be perfectly happy with a bench, a towel on the floor, whatever, but a proper flat surface will definitely make life a lot easier.

He lifts his hand, swatting Sawamura's grip away from his hair so he can take his hand again. At this rate he's going to trip over himself or possibly just walk right into a wall on the way there, and that'd spoil everything. Besides, if he's got him by the hand then Satoru can lead the way and he's absolutely still hung up enough on competing with Sawamura to want to be the first person into the room. ]

Come on.

[ And there he goes. Masamune's grip on Sawamura's belt tugs when he tries to flail his way out from between them, distantly concerned he'll fall over (to be fair, he's got a reputation for this). He snorts as Satoru swats Sawamura out of his hair, lingering behind them a step. He trots behind them both with a hand in his back pocket, and reaches out with the other to ruffle Sawamura's hair, before he slides his hand down Sawamura's arm and takes his other hand, knitting their fingers together.

He feels a little like they're playing follow the leader, only electing Satoru as leader isn't something he recalls voting for. Not that it bothers him, really, Satoru can be trusted to find an empty room, probably.

And he will be right there. ]

[ it's probably a good thing that masamune snagged eijun's other hand, because otherwise he might have started barreling down the hallway to beat furuya there. it was pretty much guaranteed that he would have tried to shove through the door first, despite not knowing which door they were going to or, really, even what was inside. he's got a vague idea of the southern wing of the facility but everything in his brain that is functional has very little to do with things like maps or locations at the moment.

rather, his hand curls naturally in masamune's and acts like a tether to keep him from running off like a disobedient puppy. he is walking about two steps short of jogging, though, and is definitely tugging on masamune a little...much like a disobedient puppy.

also if he ends up practically shadowing furuya by the time they get to the door, he's still trying to stick his foot in there first. despite both now being adults with grown up salaries, eijun is still stuck on this exact same competitive (predictable) rivalry that he's been in since high school. only now it might involve kissing, and some latent sexual tension he's picking up on years later. ]

[ He knows where the empty rooms are. He got his post-game massage there and it wasn't that long ago. Besides, it's only one turn. He's walking quickly just in case they already attracted attention but also because he wants to get back to the interesting part. He doesn't think either of them will blame him.

He's tempted to let go of Sawamura's hand just so he can get a guaranteed head start into the room, but that'd mean leaving him just holding hands with Masamune and that's no good either, so instead he endures the little shoving match in the doorway. Sawamura didn't even know where they were going, why is he so determined to be first?

Long legs win the days, however, and he blocks Sawamura further by throwing his arm out across the door to get the light switch. That's what you get for following so close. The room isn't overly large and it's spartan but it'll do. The only important part is that it's private, after all. ]

[ Masamune, for his part, isn't looking to dawdle but also doesn't have any interest in being part of any dumbass shoving matches, and pulls on Sawamura's arm as Satoru slips further into the room he'd picked, so that there isn't a pileup.

It's a small room, but big enough, and there being an actual bed on it is a step up from the locker room's benches. Masamune lets go of Sawamura's hand to slide in behind him, and pushes his weight against him until they're all properly inside and he can flick the lock one-handed.

The prerequisites handled, Masamune has no qualms about making sure there's no room between Sawamura's ass and his hips, looking up to lock eyes with Satoru as he snakes his arm around Sawamura's waist. He's clearly not wasting any more time, given that the first place his hand finds is the front buckle of Sawamura's belt. ]

Check the cabinet for something we can use?

[ An unfair question to ask of his boyfriend when his other hand is playing with the hem of Sawamura's shirt, maybe, but if he's gotta go back to the locker room he doesn't want to be too much more disheveled. ]

[ eijun's valiant effort to get in the door first is blocked in two different places--well, fine, whatever, he still got to kiss furuya first so they're even now, he'll take his total domination later. the pull back also keeps him from getting clocked by furuya's arm, another highly likely situation that he'd barrel through in his attempt to be first. crisis and stupid shoving match successfully avoided, eijun barely gets enough time to stumble in the door and figure out where they are before masamune is on him.

if he had to guess he wouldn't be surprised that this was intense, but it's a quick reminder of what they were doing before the trip down the hallway. immediately, out of instinct, he rolls backwards into masamune's groin and takes that friendly reminder for what it is, a low noise jumping out of his mouth at the friction. he needs something to do with his hands, his mouth, something, anything, and eijun tilts his head back and to the side a little so he can at least press his mouth to the corner of masamune's jaw and down further, not sucking hard enough to leave a mark but definitely with some intention.

his eyes flick open and glance back at furuya, half lidded, watching him do whatever...masamune said he was supposed to do. he wasn't paying attention--he felt the vibration of the words in his throat more than he actually heard them. this is nice, but after having the both of them earlier...well, his gaze keeps flicking back to furuya, watching him impatiently. ]

[Victory is sweet, but not as sweet as the sound of the lock clicking closed behind Masamune. Satoru's just starting to turn back around to re-engage when Masamune catches his eye. He's disappointed to be the one sent on the errand but it's just motivation to find something that much more quickly. The intended use to the room means there's something obvious in plain sight, though--the second shelf has a pump of massage oil. Closer investigation reveals it's coconut but he's not fussy about the smell. It's obvious from reading the label that somebody stocking the Olympic facilities knows there's a reason condoms are part of the welcome package: small letters near the bottom of the label indicate the oil is body safe.

That's all he needs to see. Satoru turns around and sets the bottle on the massage bed before starting on the buttons of his own jersey as he walks back toward them. Time for a little revenge, especially when he notices that Sawamura keeps looking at him. So impatient.]

We're good.

[He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Sawamura's jaw and guiding his face away from Masamune. Being the first one to kiss him in this room counts as something, surely. New room, new rules, Satoru wins. He starts to work on Sawamura's jersey as Masamune undoes his belt. Sliding an unbuttoned shirt down his arms will be easier on a tired shoulder, after all.]

[ Sawamura's mouth against his throat pulls Masamune's chin to the side to give him a little more room, his eyes cast down when he brackets Sawamura's body with both arms to get his belt undone. He rewards Sawamura rolling back toward him with a grind forward, rolling his hips in small, insistent circles before Satoru's voice draws his eyes back up.

He doesn't answer beyond a small quirk of his mouth, and gets the buckle undone as he's up close and personal to watching Satoru kiss Sawamura again. Turning his head, he finds Sawamura's earlobe with a flash of teeth, and pops the button on his pants sight unseen.

He's slower on the zipper, but only because of the angle, and he brushes his palm against the obvious hardness in Sawamura's pants just once before he shifts his hands to work them down. ]

[ furuya is an okay kisser. eijun's willing to concede him that when he comes back over, but it doesn't stop him from kissing him back with just as much gusto. the moan that comes out of his mouth speaks of more than "okay", breathy and between pants, but eijun throws himself into the kiss because at the moment, it's really all he can do. aside from the fact that the combination of masamune's everything and the kiss have left him fully hard and hot all over, the two of them messing with his clothes means he can't even really do much.

an impatient whine comes out of his mouth as masamune's hand strokes over him now that he's free--and eijun has never hated tight baseball pants more than he's hated them right this moment--and he starts wiggling to at least get an arm free of his shirt while it's being unbuttoned, to get his pants off as they're getting worked down. it's a less than graceful process, eijun tearing away from the kiss to shove them down the rest of the way and off. this is the fastest he's ever wanted to be naked in his life.

it's only once he's managed to wriggle free that he pops back up in the middle and grabs a handful of furuya's ass to pull him back in close, choosing to duck out of the kiss to attach his mouth to his neck instead, a little more insistent, a scrape of teeth and a hint of suction on pale skin. ]

[ Oh, that's good. Satoru leans into the kiss even more when Sawamura moans because that's a great sound and he'd really like to hear it again. The fact that Sawamura's pretty much at their mercy just makes it that much sweeter.

He can feel the back of Masamune's hand when he reaches between them to touch Sawamura and he grinds forward against it, only breaking the kiss when Sawamura does... what is he doing? Stripping, which Satoru approves of in theory but it means they stopped kissing and that's just rude. He looks down at Sawamura where he's dealing with his pants and does the next most logical thing--reaches across to Masamune's belt buckle, creating a perfect loop of his arms for Sawamura to stand back up into.

His hands still for a moment when Sawamura grabs him, but one soft hum of interest and a slow, thorough grind later and he's starting on Masamune's fly, too. The teeth on his skin are the best kind of distraction but he's capable of multitasking and getting Masamune out of his pants isn't exactly something Satoru's new to. Once the button's popped he only needs one hand; the other goes to Sawamura's hair, keeping his mouth right where it is. ]

[ Masamune hasn't forgetten Satoru, least of all as he grinds into the back of his hand, but he offers as much of a hand as he can in Sawamura's race to get naked instead of encouraging it. When Sawamura disappears, Masamune's eyes follow him, and he follows the line of Satoru's arm reaching for his belt up toward his face.

He pulls his hands aside as Sawamura straightens back up, reaching back in to curl his fingers tight at the jut of Sawamura's hips, holding him still on his end as Satoru's messes with his pants. He twists his hips into the hand at his fly, looking up to watch Satoru's expression with Sawamura's mouth at his throat.

Whatever he sees drags a low noise from his throat, and he shifts his weight, letting his front against Sawamura's back keep him still when his hands move - one to Satoru's bicep, the other mirroring Sawamura to find a palm full of Satoru's ass. ]

[ okay, getting his pants off was definitely a good idea. not only is he infinitely more comfortable and less likely to end up ruining his pants somehow, but when furuya grinds against his front, eijun feels all of it. his lashes flutter and he sucks in a breath, slow, his fingers flexing and squeezing a little at his ass. combine that with masamune's weight hot as a brand against his back and that noise in his ear, and any distraction of having to actually get undressed is totally forgotten.

eijun arches back into him a little when he lets go--it's not enough to block furuya too much from what he's doing, but it is enough to stir him back forward again. now that eijun's got a palmful and he's a little less starstruck by everything that's happening, his own aggressiveness manifests, and he tugs furuya back in towards him by his grip to roll his hips forward against his groin. it's nice, the friction hot through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, and the taste of furuya's skin good under his mouth. a little salty, smacking of sunscreen and a game won.

as expected, sawamura eijun is mouthy, and he bites and sucks near the junction of furuya's collar when his hand knits in his hair, enough that he'll have a pretty impressive hickey there come tomorrow. it was only maybe 25% on purpose.

at least they wear compression shirts. ]

[It'd take a lot more than Sawamura's ass on his hands to stop him from getting Masamune's pants off. It does mean he has to use both hands but it feels like Sawamura's perfectly happy not taking his mouth away; Satoru can feel the suction and sting that's going to blossom into a serious mark. Of course the biggest impression Sawamura's left so far would be with his mouth. Satoru shows his appreciation with a scrape of his nails on Sawamura's scalp, not hard but certainly more than gentle.

Locking eyes with Masamune almost immediately pulls a groan out of him, low and rich, and his hands move from the front of Masamune's pants to his hips, starting to tug. He knows Masamune's looking at him and he knows he likes what he sees--lips swollen from Sawamura's kisses, a flush Satoru can feel down to his collarbone, eyes blown dark already--and showing off is the only real way to react to that. He'd do more but he's pinned in place by two sets of hands now, not that he's complaining. He rocks back against the hands on his ass but their grip only makes it more apparent that he's still wearing way too many clothes.

Once he's satisfied he's done his part in getting Masamune naked, Satoru draws one hand back to finish getting out of his shirt. The other slides down onto Masamune's ass, ensuring a perfectly closed in Sawamura sandwich.]

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happy thesis finishing to me \o/

you did it, you climbed that whole mountain!

sisi climbs a mountain, eijun mounts a.... ahem...

i went EYYYY out loud

my first thought was mounts a climber--get onoda in here

i'm p sure this is gonna be loud enough without loud nerd stammering

no this is a one protag sandwich

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