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Who: Masamune Hongo, Satoru Furuya, Eijun Sawamura
When: Mid-late second week?
Where: Baseball stadium facilities
What: Eijun Sawamura gets the post-game celebration of a lifetime courtesy some grump and a polar bear
Rating: NC-17, they're going to bonertown ~~yes I just wanted to type the word 'bonertown'~~

[ It was a tight game, 3-2 into extra innings until their useless catcher got his act together and figured out how the strike zone worked, Sawamura pitching two extra innings than planned because Coach didn't want to rob the bullpen for tomorrow while Sawamura was pitching so well. He'd looked like the ace he claimed loudly and often to be (and, in all fairness, is, but he's so noisy about it) - Masamune knows what that kind of pressure is like. Sawamura shone with it, shouting about leaving it to the backfield, grinning as he confused Australia's batters for the fifth time through their batting order. If Satoru's a snowstorm, then Sawamura is a brighter sun than Narumiya. Or something.

4-3 on the scoreboard, a step closer to the final round, and the team meeting's not until the morning. Masamune brushes past Satoru with a hand between his shoulderblades, and watches Sawamura glitter at praise from Momoe and Miyuki both. His hand skims the back of Furuya's uniform to catch on his belt with his thumb, and as Sawamura starts to bound after the rest of the team, he catches his arm with fingers at his elbow before he thinks twice. He might still be hollering something, but Masamune's voice cuts through his exuberance: ]

Hey.

[ It's friendly, in Masamune-speak, not an annoyed bark. At least, not at the moment. ]

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[ 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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