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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Sawamura_Eijun, Miyuki_Kazuya
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time_Blow_Jobs, I_think_I'm_a_day_late_for_misawa_day, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-21 Words: 1844
****** Crotch Shots ******
by woctab
Summary
     Eijun can't concentrate during practice because of a certain
     incident. Miyuki being the caring Senpai that he is decides to help
     his kouhai.
Notes
     This turned out to be longer than I had anticipated. I read a post
     somewhere that 2/20 was Misawa Day so I decided to participate. I
     hope that I didn't misread the post. This hasn't been read by my beta
     so all mistakes are my own. Please enjoy the chapter =]
See the end of the work for more notes
Why did the mitt have to be there? That place that he didn’t want to have to
look at after that event. Sawamura could barely make eye contact with Miyuki
because of the incident.
He could feel the heat filling his cheeks, making them rosy. How was he
supposed to concentrate on pitching when the mitt was there? Referring to the
position the mitt was held made him even more flustered.
It was difficult to think about the situation because it turned his brain to
mush, even though it had occurred a few days ago. The memory was so fresh in
his mind that he had to use the words there and that to stop the mental images.
This was dangerous, it was effecting his pitching and it needed to stop. It was
easier said than done. Sawamura was almost certain that he was over reacting,
but his brain wasn’t functioning correctly.
“Sawamura,” Miyuki called, breaking him out of his thoughts.
His body tensed and he hesitantly looked up at Miyuki. However, he couldn’t
meet his gaze for too long. Sawamura felt the nervousness bubble in his
stomach. He needed to calm down and that wouldn’t happen if he was in the
catcher’s presence.
“I need to go to the bathroom!”
                                --------------
Sawamura collapsed on the ground, trying to catch his breath. But, when he took
in his surroundings, he began to panic. Why had he deiced to run to the
bathroom where the showers were located?
Of all the stupid things he could have done, this was the stupidest! There was
no way that he’d be able to gather his bearings and return to practice. In fact
this was the exact spot where it had occurred!
He was so panicked, that he didn’t realize that Miyuki was approaching him. The
harshness of his footsteps could have waked the dead, but Sawamura’s panic was
so strong, that he remained unaware.
“Sawamura!”
His body tensed and he looked up, horror on his face as déjà-vu set in. It was
happening again! The image would forever be engraved in his memory and he would
lose his sanity!
Miyuki stooped down and studied his face, which was completely red. Sawamura’s
body relaxed a bit, content with not having to stare at the catcher’s crotch.
“Are you still embarrassed about what happened?”
“No!” The answer was too quick, revealing the lie.
His eyes narrowed as that shit eating smirk took residence on Miyuki’s face.
This was literally the worse situation he could be in.
“It’s your fault for running in the baths and if I recall correctly you were
the one that ripped my towel off in an effort to balance yourself.”
“It was an accident,” Sawamura huffed.
“Did seeing my cock up close scare you that much?”
Sawamura sputtered, blush spreading to his neck and ears. He turned his gaze
away from Miyuki; he was far too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“Was staring at my mitt too much for you today? Did it remind you of how big I
was?”
“S-S-Shut up!”
Sawamura back pedaled trying to create distance between them. Why was Miyuki
doing this? Wasn’t it weird for him to be so intimidated by a cock? He didn’t
want to admit it, but he was rather large.
Closing his eyes, he tried to reject the images of Miyuki’s cock in his mind.
He could feel tears prick at the corner of eyes. Why did he have to be so
embarrassed?
“Are you crying?” Miyuki’s voice was slightly panicked. Causing the pitcher to
cry was not his intention. He just wanted to tease him a bit.
Sawamura pouted before answering, “I’m not!” He rubbed the wetness at the
corner of his eyes and then glared at Miyuki.
The embarrassment was quickly washed away and replaced with terror when his
eyes caught sight of a devious smirk. What horrible plan had he thought up in a
span of a few seconds?
“Because I’m such a caring Senpai, I’ll help you with your problem.”
That didn’t make Sawamura feel better; in fact he was dreading what came next.
He spoke hesitantly, which was rare.
“How?”
“Suck my cock.” It was said in such a serious manner.
“What?” Sawamura blinked in confusion, almost certain that he had misheard.
“The more exposure you get, the less frightening it will be.”
“I’m not frightened! I just… It just… I...” He didn’t know how to explain his
situation. Saying that all he thought about was his cock seemed really wrong.
“Well, I guess that you want to lose your spot on the first string.” That nasty
smirk seemed to get nastier.
“I won’t lose my spot!”
“How do you expect to perform if you can’t look at the mitt because of the
position? Every time you glance at my mitt you get flustered.” Miyuki couldn’t
control the amusement in his voice.
“It’s because it reminds me of what happened! I don’t want to keep picturing
your cock in my mind, it’s embarrassing.” It was out in the open now and he was
slightly relieved, but still ridiculously mortified.
“Why don’t you try sucking my cock? If it doesn’t help then we’ll try another
method.”
Sawamura looked at him wearily, his resistance to the idea slowly crumbling.
What did he have to lose, other than his dignity? The only way to find out if
Miyuki’s exposure theory was right was to test it. He cared too much about his
spot on the first string not to make the effort.
How was he supposed to go about this? It’s not as if he went around sucking
cock on a daily basis. This would in fact be his first time. The nervousness
was returning, making him a bit jittery.
Sawamura’s eyes widened as he watched Miyuki pull down his pants and boxers in
one swift move. It seemed like he wasn’t in the mood to waste any time.
His penis was flaccid, hanging there between his legs, leaving Sawamura
petrified. Hesitantly, he moved forward giving the organ an experimental poke.
“I said suck it not poke it.”
Sawamura stiffened, “I never did this before!” Maybe, it was his imagination,
but Miyuki’s smirk became smug. Was he making fun of him?
“If you don’t get to it, then we’ll miss practice.”
He steeled himself as he moved between Miyuki’s legs. The thing that had filled
his thoughts was less than a foot away from his face, hanging there.
Sawamura rubbed his sweaty palms against his legs and leaned forward. Sticking
his tongue out, he gave the head a tentative lick. It tasted like sweat and not
much else, which was enough to encourage him to take it into his mouth.
Parting his lips, he took the head into his mouth. It wasn’t what he was
expecting; he had assumed it would be gross. The head was heavy against his
tongue as he suckled. He ran his tongue over the hole, hoping that it would
feel good.
Sawamura was at a loss, what was he supposed to do next? It was too awkward to
ask and he couldn’t bring himself to look up. He didn’t want Miyuki to see how
flustered he was, he could feel the heat that seemed to encase his entire body.
“Lick and suck,” Miyiki’s voice was breathy, but still managed to sound
egotistical.
Sawamura repeated the directions in his head as he took more of Miyuki into his
mouth. He tried to wrap his tongue around the organ, but the circumference was
too large. So he licked along the length, while trying to create a steady up
and down rhythm.
The warm hand that tangled in his hair startled him, but it felt good, which he
found to be odd. As he sucked-drool dripping from the side of mouth-he could
feel the hand tugging at his hair.
Miyuki’s hand pushed at his head, forcing him to take more into his mouth. It
was then that his eyes started watering. Soon the head hit the back his throat,
causing him to gag.
Sawamura pulled away, coughing and tears were rolling out his eyes.
“Sorry, I got carried away.” It surprised Sawamura that the catcher’s apology
seemed genuine. However, the hand that stroked his cheek was even more
surprising. He had never expected Miyuki to be so gentle towards him.
“I’ll try to control myself because it’s your first time.” Miyuki stooped down,
grasping Sawamura’s chin forcing him to make eye contact.
“It’s difficult to reign in my desires when all I want to do is thrust into
your hot mouth. What you lack in technique you make up for with enthusiasm.
It’s the messiest blow job I’ve ever received.”
Miyuki ran his thumb over the trail of saliva that was on his chin. Looking at
Sawamura was increasing his arousal. His eyes were wide, his blush had spread
to his neck and ears, and it almost seemed permanent.
“I’m close; make me cum with,” he ran his thumb over Sawamura’s spit slick lips
before speaking again, “this pretty mouth.”
Sawamura didn’t know what to think. Was he supposed to be flattered? Was it
normal to feel a pleasant sort of nervousness in his stomach when someone said
stuff like that? His eyes flickered to Miyuki and then away, he couldn’t meet
his gaze.
What he was doing was an effort to not be so embarrassed around Miyuki, but now
it was worse. How could he look him in the eyes after this? The least he could
do was finish what he had started. It would probably suck to leave him like
that. He was a guy after all and knew erections could become painful.
With a little more courage, he took Miyuki into his mouth. It was amazing to
feel him twitch in his mouth. What was he supposed to do with the semen, was he
expected to swallow it?
Sawamura didn’t have time to contemplate because Miyuki was emptying himself
down his throat. It was too much for him, he pulled away and a few spurts hit
his face. All it had taken was a harsh suck and lick to make Miyuki unravel.
As Miyuki tried to catch his breath, Sawamura struggled to swallow what was in
his mouth. It was bitter and he didn’t like the taste one bit. He scrunched his
face in disgust as he felt the semen cooling.
Slowly, he got to his feet, scavenging the room for a towel. They spent the
next few minutes in silence. Sawamura cleaned up and Miyuki tried to gather his
bearings.
Sawamura was the first to speak. “This didn’t help at all! Why did you have to
say those things to me?”
The catcher approached him, crowding him against a wall. “Well, we’ll have to
keep doing this until you become accustomed.”
An insult was on the tip of his tongue, but his brain turned to goo when soft
lips pressed against his. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he breathed
harshly.
“Next time, I’ll suck you off, Eijun-Chan.”
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