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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Sawamura_Eijun/Takigawa_Chris_Yuu, little_miyuchris, little_miyumei,
      little_kanesawa
  Character:
      Sawamura_Eijun, Takigawa_Chris_Yuu, Miyuki_Kazuya
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Alternate_Universe, Crossdressing_Kink, Hand_Jobs, Blow
      Jobs, Anal_Plug, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Fluff, age_gap, a_bit_OOC,
      Intercrural_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of Chrisawa_and_some_chemical_reactions
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-09 Completed: 2015-06-29 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 20552
****** Heliotropism ******
by x_yankee_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Maybe it was because the heat or the summer, or the dust on the air,
     but he was overwhelmed by the slender figure standing on the mound,
     sweating and breathing fast, with bright eyes and chapped lips curved
     into a tender smile.
     Like a bud about to bloom, in a field of sunflowers.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** About the flower *****
Chapter Notes
     This was my first long fic on english, and considering english isn't
     my mother tongue, it got grammar mistakes and other things you won't
     see that much on my other fics.
     The fic will be edited on the future. Hope you can enjoy it anyway :)
What Chris felt when he saw Sawamura for the first time could be called “love
at first sight”: Clumsy, blind and senseless, especially for a 24 years old
business man.
Maybe it was because the heat or the summer, or the dust on the air, but he was
overwhelmed by the slender figure standing on the mound, sweating and breathing
fast, with bright eyes and chapped lips curved into a tender smile.
He looked like someone who just found his place on the world. And his place was
under a clear sky, on a hot day of summer, standing on the center of the
diamond, aiming for the top.
Like a bud about to bloom, in a field of sunflowers.
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 “How is your high school girlfriend doing, Chris-senpai?”
Chris lifted his gaze, staring at his coworker. Miyuki was well known for his
nasty personality and wouldn’t miss a single chance to mess with the people
around him, especially Chris, even when he respected him so much. But Chris was
older and wise and knew Miyuki since the first day he entered the company.
After working together for a couple of years, he knew how to deal with him.
They were pretty fond, at least fond enough to tell personal things to each
other.
Personal things like: “Lately I’ve been hanging with a high school student”.
“I’m not dating a high school girl.” Chris rustled, looking back at his screen.
He hadn’t finished that paper and it was for the next day. “And I’d appreciate
if you don’t make reckless comments like that at the office.”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s just that you look in such a good mood I couldn't help to
ask.” The grin on Miyuki’s face wiped away, eyes half lidded looking down at
Chris. “You know it’s dangerous, don’t you, senpai?”
“I’m not dating that person, if that’s what you are implying.” Chris made
clear. I already rejected him.
“Good, good.” Miyuki smiled again, cheek on the palm of his hand. He looked
very satisfied with the answer. “Then, would you like to have lunch with me
today? We can go again to that bakery I mentioned to you the other day.”
“I’m really sorry, I got plans.” He rejected politely, not even giving a look
at Miyuki. Rejecting one of his invitations wasn’t pleasurable and he usually
accepted, but he really couldn’t that time.
Miyuki sighed through his nose and went back to his sit. He didn’t need to ask
who Chris was going to eat with.
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 “DO I REALLY GET TO PICK UP ANYTHING I WANT?!”
Chris smiled as Sawamura blushed, sinking on his sit. No matter where they
were, Sawamura couldn’t help raising his voice when he was excited. In that
moment, people were looking at him for being loud in such a fancy
restaurant. Ashamed, the high school student ran a hand through his hair and
squeezed his lip, looking away, trying to avoid meeting other customer's eyes 
Chris thought he looked adorable; then, he wondered if it was ok for to find a
15 years old boy adorable.
“Think of it as a present for winning that match.” Chris explained, extending
the cart at him. Sawamura thanked him and took a look at the dishes, biting his
lower lip.
He didn’t lie to Miyuki. They weren’t dating at all; but the true was,
Sawamura, a first year high school student and a promising baseball player, did
confess to him a week ago. It was a rushed confession, the kind of confession
you do when you are still in high school and the feelings are boiling inside
your chest, menacing with overflowing.
Chris used to watch him playing baseball on his way home, when he passed by the
ground of Seidou high school. One day Sawamura approached him and talked to
him, with a cautious look and hands clenching on the fence. Chris then realized
how suspicious he must have looked: a man in suit watching a group of high
school students playing.
Still, Sawamura realized he really liked baseball. After a couple of times
watching him and talking through the fence, Chris opened to him and told him he
used to play baseball in high school but had to quit because of an injury.
Sawamura was really touched by that story -he even cried a little- and asked
him to come every day.
Chris already did it so, there wasn’t too much difference. That’s why he
promised him to do it.
Sawamura then started to wave a hand at him everytime their eyes meet. Chris
started to wave back, making Sawamura blush and look away. It was obvious how
Sawamura started to develop feelings toward him, but Chris never thought it was
a problem. Sawamura was a teenager and crushes were pretty normal at that age.
Admiration, infatuation, that wouldn’t hurt anyone. That’s what Chris thought.
But sometimes things didn’t go the way one planned.
“I’m glad you always come!”  Sawamura told him once, looking at up him, with
dirty on his face and a bright smile on his face.
“I have to… I’m your number one fan.” Chris said casually, half joking half
serious. He ignored the change on Sawamura eyes and the harsh blush on his
face.
A day later, Sawamura confessed to him.
“Uhm… Chris-san…” Sawamura whispered, looking at Chris over the menu. His voice
was way lower than usual, maybe because he didn’t want to bother people around
him. “I don’t know how to pronounce the dishes, what… what do I do?”
           
Chris kindly took the menu of his hands and gave him a weak smile, trying to
comfort him. Sawamura was a country side boy who had never been into those
kinds of places. Chris realized that and felt guilty for thinking he looked
cute while being shy.
 “I’ll help you to pick one then.”
Sawamura blinked and then smiled, a warm expression that could melt his bones,
making his stomach do somersaults. Chris looked away, without being able to
stare at Sawamura for too long.
It was like staring at the sun, and Chris didn’t want to burn himself.
===============================================================================
His phone vibrated on his pocket, waking him up from the trance he was
immersed. Chris couldn’t help smiling when he saw the name of the sender on the
screen.
>>The food was sooo tasty! Thanks for going out with me! I’ll see you after
school !:D
Before he had the chance to answer, someone rested his chin on Chris’s shoulder
and felt a couple of arms around his waist. He didn’t have to look to know it
was Miyuki. He was the only person who was close to him and shameless enough to
do that kind of things at work.
“Do you know how many years could you get just because of that message?” Miyuki
whispered, his warm breathing caressing his ears.
“Good morning, Miyuki.”
Sometimes Chris thought Miyuki hated him for real. But then he remembered the
time all the group went out for some drinks. That day Miyuki was drunk enough
to confess how much he admired him and how he entered the company just because
Chris worked there. Then he tried to kiss him and it was all crystal clear.
They never talked about that again but Miyuki became way more shameless about
his feelings.
“Where did you guys go?” he asked after backing off, giving Chris space enough
to answer the message.
“That Italian restaurant in front of the bakery you mentioned.”
“Ah, that sounds romantic!” Miyuki scoffed “But you are so mean, taking that
kid to such a fancy restaurant. Does he even know how to hold a fork? I’m
pretty sure he couldn’t even pronounce the dishes.”
“Yeah, he couldn’t.” Chris confessed, remembering the scared expression on
Sawamura’s face when the waiter placed the dish in front of him. Sawamura told
him he didn’t want to embarrass Chris with his behavior.
“And then?
Chris blinked, remembering where he was. He focused his eyes on Miyuki, who was
grinning, a mischievous expression on his face.
“Then what?”
“Did you guys go to a love hotel for the dessert?”
“Very funny.” Chris muttered “We went to the park, ate cotton candy and talked
about baseball.”
Miyuki blinked and stare at his senpai long and hard. He then snorted,holding
his sides as he laughed. He laughed so hard one of their co workers who was
also on the hallway asked them to be quiet because they were still at the
office.
“Seriously, that guy is so innocent…” He said, wiping the tears on his eyes.
“Well he is just a teenager… sex would be so vanilla with him, don’t you think
so?”  
Chris shoved the phone on his pocket. He didn’t answer the message, neither
answered Miyuki.
===============================================================================
 Sometimes it was really annoying how innocent Sawamura was. Yes, he was just
15 but even teenagers had sexual drive and could be turn on by almost every
single thing. That was natural, especially on boys.
But Sawamura…
“And then, Kanemaru told me I shouldn’t read that book because I wouldn’t get
it!” Sawamura licked the base to the tip and slurped. The sound was loud and
made Chris squeezed his eyes. “I’m not that stupid!” He swallowed the ice pop,
holding half of it on his mouth. “He is so selfish!” He bit it and the caramel
melted on his fingers, letting a sticky trail on his skin.
Sawamura was so naive.
“You…” Chris called, staring at his messy way of eating.
“Yeah?”
“…are going to soil your uniform.”
“Oh, crap!” Sawamura hold the ice pop with his right hand, licking his fingers
quickly. He wrinkled his nose. “It’s sticky!”
Chris snapped and took the ice pop of Sawamura’s hand, gave it a couple of
bites until it was all gone. After throwing the stick on the trash, he shoved a
hand on his pocket and took out a tissue.
“Come here…”
“Eh?!” Chris grabbed Sawamura’s wrist, ignoring the furious blush on the
teenager's face. Chris cleaned his fingers, one by one, rubbing the caramel
of the fingertips with delicacy, knowing how important they were for Sawamura.
After all, for a pitcher, his fingers were everything.
“Uhm, Chris-san …” Sawamura rustled, lowering his gaze as Chris discarded the
tissue. 
“What?” he asked, not looking directly at him. The less he stared at his face
the less weird ideas he would get.
 “A Kiss…”
His eyelashes fluttered before meeting Sawamura’s eyes when he peered up at
him.
“T-T-T-T-T-That--” he swallowed, wet lips parted and cheeks burning, an
adorable flushed expression on his face. “Thatwasanindirectkiss!”
It took five seconds to Chris for understand what Sawamura blurted, then two
more seconds to covering his mouth, barely managing to hold on his laugher.
Sawamura stared at him, jaw dropped. 
It was the first time he saw Chris actually laughing.
“W-What are you laughing at? I’m serious! Haruno said when you share food, it
counts as indirect kiss!”
Chris smiled, his hand reaching Sawamura’s head. He ruffled his head, feeling
the body beneath him quiver.
How could he feel any desire for such a pure child?
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 “I-saw-you~”
Smoking was completely forbidden at the office. That was the first thing that
came up to Chris when Miyuki leant towards him, whispering to his ear. The
smoke hit his skin and made him wrinkling his nose, displeased.  
Miyuki only smoked when he was really stressed.
 “What are you talking about?” he asked to the reflex of Miyuki on the mirror.
They were both on the bathroom. Fortunately they were alone.
 “You looked like a couple, you know?”
Chris clenched his fists, looking at Miyuki. Chris couldn’t detect a single
trace of mockery on his voice and that made him feel uncomfortable… almost
offended.
“What kind of person do you think I am?” Chris asked, the taste of bile
climbing up his throat.
“I know you don’t plan to do anything with that child. I also know you would
never touch him in any inappropriate way.” His gaze became serious as he
settled a hand on his Chris' shoulder “But he is infatuated with you, he would
follow you blindly to any place. Haven’t you seen his eyes? You are like the
sun to him.”
“I already rejected him.” Chris insisted.
“But you still hang with him!” Miyuki yelled, throwing the cigarette on the
sink “He isn't going to give up at this rate.” He pointed out, slamming his
thigh, almost desesperate to open Chris' eyes. He waited for his senpai to say
something, but all Chris did was look at his feet, as a kid who just got caught
after stealing candy.
Colorful and sweet candy.
“… you don’t want him to give up on you, do you?” Miyuki blurted out, eyes
widened.
“I just like being with him.”
“Are you going to ask him to wait for you?” Covering his eyes, letting out a
bitter laugh, Miyuki couldn't recognize the man in front of him “God! Do you
really want him to waste his youth?!”
“I don’t want that!”
His voice echoed on the tiles of the bathroom, his voice coming louder than
ever, as he expected to convice Miyuki by that, and convince himself. The water
running was the only thing that Chris was able to hear after he raised his
voice. For a moment, and for a moment he thought Miyuki left without saying
goodbye. 
A hand grabbed his arm, gently pulling him closer.
 “I know you are not that selfish… But you need to end this now before you
start falling more for him. If you are so kind, he won’t give up on you.”
“How do you know that?” Chris said bitterly, a part of him not wanting to give
up on the only thing that he desperately wanted to keep on his life. Miyuki ley
him go and walked to the door; before leaving, he looked at Chris over his
shoulder, grinning.
"Because that’s why I haven’t given up on you.”   
===============================================================================
Chris opened his eyes before the alarm went off. He stared at the ceiling,
listening to the clock and his own heart beat pounding on his ears. He sat on
the bed, closed his fingers on the sheets and lifted them, staring at the mess
on his underwear. He stared for a couple of minutes, his numb mind trying
process what just happened. A part of him was still aesleep, and he thought he
was still aesleep.
But the wetness on the sheets was real, as real as the tremble on his hands.
His crotch tickled with the memory of Sawamura bouncing on his hips, naked and
glistening with sweat, hair sticking on his forehead, panting and moaning his
name. Sawamura lying on his back, crying out loud, his back arching and eyes
going white, sinking his nails on his shoulders. Sawamura hiding his face on
the pillow, raising his hips, choking on his spit as he asked for more-
Chris gritted his teeth, his face contorted with pain. For the first time in a
long time he had a wet dream, one that pleased him for real, and everything he
wanted to do was cry.
Miyuki was wrong. He was despicable.
===============================================================================
Chris stop going to Sawamura's games after that night. 
Fantasizing with him was only the beginning and he knew that. Chris had to
stop, even if that meant giving up on him in all the possible ways. He stopped
watching his games and ignored most of his messages, trying to forget about
him: About the ice pop and dinners and his fingers and his smile and his eyes-
…The same eyes that were looking at him when he was walking down the street.
“It’s been a while!” Sawamura tried to say casually, depsite his quickened
breathing, scratching the back of his head. He was wearing his school uniform,
drops of sweat sticking on his forehead, which meant he probably ran to catch
up. “I was worried! You… you didn’t answer my messages so…”
“What are you doing here?”
The smile on Sawamura’s face wiped away as he realized how angry Chris looked.
And he was. He was angry at Sawamura for being there, when it was almost dark,
when he should be on his way home as any other healthy high school student. He
was angry at Miyuki, for being right.
And he was angry at himself, for being, deep inside, happy to see Sawamura.
I wanted to see you…
“…I wanted to see you.” Sawamura explained shyly, looking down at his
feet, saying the words Chris couldn't bring himself to tell. His fists trembled
before he mustered the courage to look up at Chris again, stepping forward.
“You promised you will come every day, don’t you?!”
There was something curious about Sawamura, which probably was what called
Chris' attention the first time: the way his eyes glistened when he was happy,
the way they darkened when he was stressed, the way they misted when the tears
came to his eyes. Those eyes spoke for him, loud and clear.
That was when Chris realized: his feelings weren’t going to disappear. Sawamura
was stubborn enough to love him for years, no matter if he didn't love him
back.
He was going to waste his high school years loving a nine years older man.
Chris grabbed Sawamura by his shoulders and pulled him closer, sinking his nose
on his disheveled locks. He took a deep breath and felt the kid trembled under
his touch, his face warm against his shoulder.
“C-Chris-san?” Sawamura whispered on his ear.
He took a step back, still holding Sawamura, his fingers sunk on his shoulders.
“Do you have any idea of what is to love an adult?” He asked, the face in front
of him burning red.
“Uh…  I-I don’t…”
If you are so kind to him, he won’t give up on you.
“I will show you then.”
===============================================================================
 Chris couldn’t remember had seen Sawamura scared. He never ran away, even when
he had to confront a really strong batter, or a math exam for which he hadn’t
studied. No matter what, he always stepped forward, without doubt.
That’s why when Chris took his hand and dragged him through the streets;
Sawamura didn't bother to ask where they were going. Miyuki once said Sawamura
was like a puppy, following him around and getting ridiculously happy when
Chris talked to him. He even said that the only thing missing was Sawamura
calling him “master” and shaking his “tail”.
That probably was the worst mental image Miyuki could give him.
Chris couldn’t tell if it was because Sawamura’s feelings for him or because
his lack of common sense, but Sawamura didn’t open his mouth until they reached
the room and Chris closed the door behind them. Though he flushed when he saw
the sign on the love hotel. 
“Chris-san…”
Chris let his coat slide down his shoulder, ignoring the strong blush on
Sawamura’s face. He hadn’t even turned on the lights and the room was dark,
except for the light of the moon through the window. Chris loosened his tie and
took off his shirt before beckoned him. Sawamura stared at him, hesitating,
parted lips and cheeks burning. Somehow, he managed to move and approached
Chris when he sat on the bed. The mattress sinks under his weight and Sawamura
swallowed past the lump on his throat, shutting his eyes when Chris' hand
reached his face.
Take off your clothes”.
Sawamura blinked in confussion and stared at Chris, thinking he heard wrong. 
“What?”
“I told you to take off your clothes.” He repeated “Start with the shirt.”
There fondness on his voice was missing, Sawamura felt it immediately. He
raised his hands, without knowing what to do with them as Chris bit his bottom
lip and looked away.
“Are you going to do it or not?”
Sawamura nodded strongly, his hands trembling when he rushed to unbutton his
shirt. That time it wasn’t shyness what made Sawamura shiver, it was fear.
Chris saw it on his eyes. Sawamura was probably expecting a kiss, because he
was in love with Chris and in his innocent mind and bright world, he never
considerate the idea of undressing the moment they were alone.
Because he didn’t know what loving an older man was.
Shirtless, Sawamura lifted his gaze and stared at Chris, as he was expecting
him to order another thing. Chris’s hands itched when he saw the tanned skin
bathed in the pale light of the moon. He wanted to hold him, caress his muscles
and inhaled his smell.
It’s your fault for being so kind.
Chris’s hands reached Sawamura’s hips, pulling him closer. Sawamura trembled
when he felt Chris’s cold fingers on his lips.
“You have no idea…”
“Eh?” Sawamura leant forward, wanting to get close to Chris. “W-What do you-
ah!-” He jumped a bit when he felt Chris’s hands groping his ass. The
student had to rest his hands on Chris’s shoulders, scared of his knees
failing. The big hands squeezed his buttocks over the clothes and Sawamura’s
ears grew red. “Uhm, C-Chris-san…”
 “…You have no idea of what things I could do to you.”
Eyes half lidded looked at Chris.
“I…”
“Get on your knees.”
Blinking in confussio for a second time, the expression of bliss on his face
fade out. Every time Sawamura tried to get close to Chris, he insisted on
pushing him away. It was on purpose, Chris wanted to pushed him to the edge,
until Sawamura asked him to stop. 
His legs trembled before they gave in. Because he did it, he did like Chris
said, without questioning.
How far are you willing to go?  
Chris undone his belt and big round eyes looked up at hi. He looked away when
Chris shoved a hand inside his underwear and pulled out his cock.
“Eijun.” Chris called, but he didn’t look at him. For the first time on that
day, Sawamura didn’t do what Chris said. His hand reached Sawamura’s head and
curled his fingers on his hair.
Sawamura panted when Chris drew him close to his cock.
“Uhm…”
“Open your mouth.”
Sawamura quievered, looking up at Chris, eyes wide open, He parted his lips,
babbling something Chris coudldn't understand. He then shut his eyes, taking a
deep breath before finally being able to say something:
“…why?”
“This is how adults love each other.” Chris clutched his hand until his
knuckles turned white and Sawamura moaned. “I need to get hard to do you.”
He could felt the irregular breath of Sawamura on his flaccid cock and saw
those shoulders tremble before a low sobbing reached his ears. 
“I… can’t…”
“Didn’t you say you loved me?”
“I do…” Sawamura repeated, without opening his eyes. “I love you…” Even with
the lights off, Chris could see the tears rolling on his cheeks and dampening
his pants“I do love you, Chris-san… but…”
“Then get me hard.”
Sawamura settled his hands on his tigh as the student parted his lips and stick
his tongue out.
And he broke. Sawamura withdrew it and shook his head violently.
“I can’t, I can’t do it…” he cried “I’m sorry… I’m…” Sawamura closed his
fingers around Chris’s wrist “It hurts, Chris-san…” he supplicated “It hurts,
please…”  
Just in that moment, Chris let him go, watching Sawamura sank his fingers on
his hair, quivering as he cried. It was rhe sound of the zipper being pulled up
what woke him from that moment. Tearful eyes and his nose running, Sawamura
looked up at him: the strong figure that used to stand on the mound with pride
was on his knees, trembling as a leaf on the wind.
He was just a kid.
“Go home.” Chris ordered, ignoring the pain on those eyes when those words came
out of his mouth “Fall for someone of your age and don’t make me lose my time
with a kid.” Sawamura lowered his gaze and didn’t move a single muscle, like he
didn’t get what Chris said.
“I… I’ll…” he rustled, the despair pounding in his voice “I can try…”
“Go home or I’ll ravish you.” Chris growled with a loud voice that made
Sawamura's eyes water.
Sawamura stood up, his tremble knees almost making him fall. He grabbed his
shirt and dressed up with clumsy movements. He picked his bag and rushed
outside the room, stopping just to turn to Chris. Chris felt the heavy look on
him, but instead of the sound of his voice, he heard the door closing.
Chris stayed on the bed, staring into the empty space. He didn’t dress up, like
he was waiting for something: A knock on the door, the sound of a happy voice
calling his name, something...
But what came were tears. Warm tears rolling on his cheeks. He touched his face
and then realized those were his tears. Chris laughed and hid his face on his
hands, like he couldn’t believe what just happened.  
“Eijun…” he called once, then two times. His name sounded so bitter on his
mouth. He tried to call again, but nobody answer. He was alone, Sawamura was
gone.
It felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. Sawamura was
gone. The moment he crossed that door, the moment he walked away from his life.
He pushed him away. Chris did it.
He was gone.
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 Chris stood up as fast as he could. He even didn’t dress up and got out
shirtless, calling again:
“EIJUN!”
He didn’t have to walk more than two or three steps out of the room. Curled
next to the door was Sawamura, sitting on the floor and hugging his legs.
He lifted his gaze and, eyes swollen and red. Chris stared at him, still in
shock.
“You are here…”
Sawamura gave him a weak smile. After everything Chris said, after everything
he did to him, he was still able to smile at him.
“I’m hard…” He confessed embarrassed, extending his legs. “So, I… can’t go
home…”
Sawamura bristled like a scared animal, shutting his eyes when Chris approached
him and fell on his knees. His hands tried to reach Sawamura’s face, but shake
and withdrew, closing into fists and falling to the sides of his body.
“I’m sorry, Eijun…”
Like a charm, Sawamura opened his eyes and blinked when Chris callled by his
name. He blinked and stared at the man in front of him, at the painful
expression on his face. Sawamura realized there was a wet trail on Chris’s
cheeks and his eyebrows trembled. He got on his knees and held Chris’s
face, cocking his head, like he was trying to figure out something.
“Did you cry?” he asked worriedly.
Chris smiled and put a trembling hand onto Sawamura’s. He wanted to say so many
things but couldn’t. He wanted to do so many thing but couldn’t. Chris
swallowed and squeezed his lips. Somehow, he found of the courage to speak up
but the only thing he could come up with was a question:
“Don't you hate me?”
Chris looked at him with what such a really desperate look that Sawamura ended
up crying. He wrapped his arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder, like
a little boy who lost his father and just found him.
They spent what could be an eternity on the hallway but went back to the room
after hearing voices. Chris told Sawamura he could use the bathroom and, after
that, he could take him home. Sawamura thought Chris was mad at him, but he
just couldn’t stay with Sawamura for too long. He was kind of scared of
touching him -the harsh words he said still vivid, tasting sour on his mouth-.
But he told Chris it was ok, that he forgave him and that he loved him.
Chris wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He kissed the tip
of his head and Sawamura blushed. It was impossible for him to not notice the
lump on his pants. Chris chuckled; his fingers caressed Sawamura’s ears,
already burning.
“You should take care of that…” he whispered.
Sawamura looked up and stared at Chris, biting his bottom lip and eyes half
lidded. Not a single trail of fear on his gaze.
“Would you help me?”
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 “Slow… slow down…” Sawamura moaned, arching his back against Chris’s chest,
his head resting on his shoulder. The hand inside his pants stroked his cock
softly, moving up and down in a fast-steady rhythm.
When they kissed, it was exactly as Chris predicted it would be: wet, clumsy
and avid. Sawamura had no idea of what to do so he closed his eyes and opened
his mouth, giving himself in, letting Chris do what he wanted.
And Chris wanted to do pretty much everything to him.
“I’m sorry.” Chris apologized, letting wet kisses on Sawamura’s forehead, his
ears, his cheeks and his lips. Breathing heavy as his fingers caressed the hot
expanse of skin, his thumb pressing the tip, already wet with precum. “Does it
hurt? Should I stop?”
“No! No, don’t-” Sawamura cried, flopping his head back on Chris’s shoulder.
“Don’t stop, don’t!”
Chris fished his lips and when their mouths clashed it tasted like heaven.
Chris sank his free hand on Sawamura’s head, his tongue touring every nook of
Sawamura’s mouth as low moans slide out.
A small pat on his arm made him stop, letting Sawamura’s mouth go, kind of
reluctant. Sawamura had to catch his breath, panting. Chris laughed when he got
what happened.
“You are supposed to breathe through your nose, dummy.”
Sawamura slurred something, rolling his eyes when Chris twisted his hand in a
certain way that made him moan loader. He covered his mouth, embarrassed of the
wanton sounds that slipped past his lips.
“It’s ok…” Chris grinned, feeling how the body beneath him became rigid.
His free hand took Sawamura’s. He kissed the tip of his fingers, and Sawamura’s
hand became lively. Searching for Chris’s wrist and taking his hand, his
fingers slid past Sawamura’s lips, sucking hard until those fingers matched the
rhythm of the hand on his pants “Eijun…”
Sawamura didn’t last too long.
Chris took a look at his hand, trails of sperm slipping down his fingers,
glistening under the pale light of the moon that flowed through the window. He
then pulled out his fingers, sliding out Sawamura’s lips. 
“Are you ok?” he purred on Sawamura’s ears. He didn’t answer, his eyes
closed, a thread of saliva hanging from his bottom lip. “Eijun?”
“M’ ok…” Sawamura slurred, not able to say something else. Chris slipped an arm
under Sawamura’s legs and carried him. He stood up and settled him on the bed,
so his head could rest on the pillow. Chris then joined him, lying next to him.
“Chris-san…”
“Sleep, you need to sleep.”
Sawamura opened his eyes, trying to focus on Chris.
“What about you?”
“Mmh?”
Although his mind was dizzy Sawamura was sharp enough to point the obviously.
“You… you’re hard.”
Chris tapped his head with his fingers and Sawamura squeezed his eyes.
“I’ll take care of this later.” He whispered, his hands brushing the brown
locks. Sawamura couldn’t help closing his eyes, the caress soothing enough
to drag him into a heavy sleep.
“You don’t… wanna do it?”
Chris stopped petting his hair and sat up on the bed, crossing his ankles.
Sawamura immediately missed the heat of his body next to him.
“I won’t go further than this.” He said as Sawamura frowned, partially hiding
his head on the pillow. It was like waking up from a blissful sleep. “You know
why?”
“Don’t wanna heart it…” Sawamura groaned, fisting his hands. He had already
been rejected; he didn’t want to hear it a second time. It was enough.
“Because I love you.”
It took him several seconds to grasp Chris’s words. And when he did it, eyelash
fluttered as his golden eyes emerged from darkness. The sound disappeared for a
moment and he was just able to hear the irregular pounding of his heart.
“What?”
“I won’t say it again.”
Sawamura used his arms to rise from the bed, shrinking his legs to sit up.
Sawamura glanced at Chris, who was also staring down at him, with a tender
smile on his face. The kind of playful smile he used to make as a kid, after
catching a beetle. Chris looked like a kid who just found something precious
and was hiding it from the world.
Sawamura crawled towards him, his trembling hands reaching his face. He traced
his features, from the tip of his ears to tip of his chin, like a blind old man
that for the first time started to see. He looked into his eyes, like it was
the first time they met.
Chris could tell easily, for the intensity of his gaze, that Sawamura feel in
love with him, again.
“I-It’s blurry.” Sawamura told him “I can’t see you really well.”
“That’s because you are crying…” Chris explained to him, wiping the tears on
his eyes. There was no sobbing this time, just warm tears down his round face.
When they stopped and Chris could look again, Sawamura’s eyes gleamed golden in
the darkness.
“It’s blooming.” Chris whispered.
“Where?”
It was a golden glow, like two shining suns.
“In your eyes…”
As a couple of sunflowers.
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 A cup of coffee was on his desk when he came in. Miyuki arched his
eyebrowns let his briefcase on his chair, before grabbing said cup. He went out
and, as he expected, he found Chris already on his office, working really hard.
He looked so focused yet relaxed, so bright, as the day Miyuki met him.
“Good morning, Miyuki.” He said before Miyuki could speak. Even when he made
sure to be quiet, Chris was able to tell where he was. “Did you like the
coffee?”
“I haven’t tried it yet.”
“You should.”
Miyuki let his eyelids drop and sighed through his nose, a hand on his hip.
“Come on, say it: what happened with that boy?”
Chris stop typing, resting his hands on his knees. He looked at Miyuki, a
serene expression on his face.
“Why do you say that?”
Miyuki bit his lower lip, almost guessing the answer. He then rubbed the bridge
of his nose, holding a chuckle.
“Haven’t you realized you have been smiling since I entered?”
Chris’s eyes fluttered and he look at his reflex on the screen. He was, indeed,
smiling. Flustered, he covered his mouth.
Miyuki approached his senpai, ready to bully him, ready to make some nasty
commentaries about how he was being irresponsible and a shotacon. However, at
the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do it after seeing that smile.
He patted his back and gave him a smile.
“Congratulations~”
“Why are you congratulating me?” Chris asked, looking up at him.
“You are such a mature person: A kiss or a fuck wouldn’t make you happier than
a compromise.” He shrugged, grinning. “So, I supposed you ended up falling for
him and you both are already dating, for real… So, Congratulations.”
Chris chuckled, he almost looked proud.
“You are truly a genius.”
“I already told you, stop being so kind.” Miyuki warned, with a playful tone.
He turned around and went to the door. “You are seducing me. You don’t want me
to tell that to Sawamura, do you?”
“I’d appreciate if you don’t do it.”
“Sure, sure~.” Miyuki walked out, humming a song as he returned to his desk. On
the way, he stopped and slurped a bit of the coffee.
“It’s really sweet.” A smile came to his lips.
It was sweet indeed.
***** About the sun *****
Chapter Notes
     An amazing artist and friend seijinom made a super cute
     fanart of a scene on this chapter :'3 Thanks!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They were used to have an audience, but that man stood out. The girls who
passed by the ground used to throw quick glances at him: “He must be a model…”,
“probably is foreign or a half!” those were the kind of comments he heard. It
was kind of revolutionary, like a pop song that sounds for the first time on
the radio or a new flavor of ice cream.
Having someone calling the attention irritated some of the guys. Most of them
got their own fans or girlfriends that went to the ground to watch them play,
but ended up staring at that man, yearning and sniggering like the high school
girls they were. That why members of the team would say how weird was that a
business man liked baseball and even one of them pointed that he just came for
Sawamura, becausehe always appeared when Sawamura was pitching.
And because Sawamura was hot blooded (and also very curious), he ended up
approaching that man. He clenched his fingers on the fence and looked directly
into his eyes, bravely, but the words got caught on his throat when he realized
how tall and well built he was. His whole presence was intimidating… the good
kind: The kind that let you breathless and gives you goose bumps. He wanted to
walk away but his feet wouldn’t respond, his center of gravity drawing close to
him.
“W-What’s your name?” was all Sawamura managed to say, dry throat, his mind
going dizzy because of the heat of summer.
The man blinked and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, parted lips
moving and letting a deep, velvet voice out.
"Takigawa Chris Yuu."
Sawamura repeated his name, as if he were afraid of forget it.
As if.
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“So, did you do that?”
Sawamura looked up at his friend while chairs were pulled closer and he found
himself surrounded by the girls who conformed his small group of friends in
class. The teacher wasn’t around and they had time to gossip for a while. And
by gossip, it meant his friends asking about how his relationship was going.
Since all of they were single, they were thirsty of details.
“What do you mean by that?”
The girl frowns, squeezing his lips. She leant forward and, after making sure
no one but the little group sitting around them could hear their conversation,
she spoke:
“I mean if you have already had sex with Chris-san!”
Something made a click on Sawamura’s head before his face turned bright red.
Sawamura Eijun was a first year high school student and a promising baseball
player. He wasn't different to most of teenagers, having interest and hobbies.
He enjoyed shoujo mangas and visiting his family in his hometown, and dislike
others as homework and natto. And, as many healthy teenagers, he was I love.
Except he had been dating a 24 years old business man for about 6 months.
“Well…” Sawamura swallowed, leaning back on his chair. His friends stared at
him, expectants “…not… not exactly.”
Sawamura had problems keeping secrets so after starting his relationship with
Chris, he told his closer friends. He knew how dangerous was for Chris and for
himself to tell people about their relationship, but Sawamura trusted his
friends. They were kind and never judge him, especially the girls.
Actually, they were kind of jealous.
“Seriously?” The girls looked at each other before focusing again on his
friend. “But… you have been dating for months! Most of grow up men who date a
high school student aim for the sex.”
Sawamura frowned and clenched his fists, slamming them against the desk.
“Chris-san is not like that!”
“Sorry, sorry!” his friend apologized, showing her hands and looking genuinely
ashamed of her words. “I know he is a gentleman. Haruno told me about him.”
“He looks really, really chivalrous.” Haruno, as one of the managers, had the
opportunity to see Chris and Sawamura interacting. The gazes, the blush on
their faces, his fingertips accidently touching through the fence: It was
pretty romantic.  “But you should be careful because some of the guys on the
team were suspecting.”

“Jeez, that’s unfair, who wouldn’t want to presume a man like that?” another
girl said, making the little group laugh.
Sawamura looked away, visible flustered. Chris was cool and attractive; he
easily caught people’s attention with his deep voice, well manners and elegant
features. From time to time, Sawamura could catch a girl staring at him while
holding her face, yearning. He felt proud about that but at the same time a
little uncomfortable. It wasn’t jealously, but insecurity. Sawamura couldn’t
get why, from all the people, Chris chose him.
Miyuki told him —several times— he used to get a lot of invitations of the
girls at work… even marriage proposal interviews. He also empathized on how
beautiful those girls were.“He could date any girl, you know?”Miyuki used to
say.,
That made Sawamura wonder what kind of person Chris used to date before meeting
him. They never talked about that topic because it was Sawamura’s first
relationship: He did not have any old story to tell or “ex” to talk about. But
Chris, he was different. He for sure dated women before and, considering his
popularity, he dated beautiful girls. How he ended up dating a clumsy high
school student and what Chris saw on him was a mystery.
Even when the curiosity was big, Sawamura didn’t have the guts to ask about it:
the simple idea of Chris holding someone else was bitter enough to make him
frown and purse his lips.
“Don’t take me wrong but…” The same girl said, almost whispering “I bet he
totally wants to do you.”
Sawamura babbled something before lowering his gaze, resting his fist on his
lap. The memory of the night they started dating still vivid: Chris’s fingers
pressing his cock, going up and down, warm breath caressing his ears and wet
lips pressing his own: 
“Well! We… we almost do it once! But…”
I won’t go further than this.
That was the first and last time Chris touched him. Even when they started
dating for real, Chris would only hold his hand, embrace him and kiss him on
the lips… when no one was watching. And that was enough for Sawamura. The
tenderness of his touch was overwhelming; he could melt on his arms while
cuddling on the leather couch on Chris’s apartment.
But…
“Don’t you want to?”
 “O-Of course I want to do it… I mean…” embarrassed, Sawamura scratched the
back of his head. After the first month he started wondering how sex would be
with Chris, he even made his own research on internet. “I want more… Chris-san
is really… he is really, really…”
“COULD YOU PLEASE DON’T SPEAK ABOUT THAT KIND OF TOPIC?” Kanemaru barked; his
hands shaking as he putted down the magazine he was using to hide himself. For
a moment they all forgot he was with them because he didn’t speak at all.
Kanemaru was one of the few male friends Sawamura told about Chris. He was
completely against the idea of them dating and told Sawamura several times to
stop doing it. They got into a lot of discussions but, at the end of the day,
Kanemaru was his friend and supported him despite everything.
However, he was still against the idea of his friend dating someone “older” and
every time one of the girls asked Sawamura about Chris he exploded.
“Oh, please, Kanemaru, don’t be jealous.”
“Jealo-? W-What are you saying?!” Kanemaru gritted his teeth, shaking a fist on
the air, visible flustered. “I don’t care who this guy fuck!”
“Kanemaru!” Sawamura put a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, a serious
expression on his face: “Don’t worry! We will be friend fore-.”
“Shut up, you idiot!” he cried as he hit Sawamura on the head with his
magazine.
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“Make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you very much!”
It wasn’t Sawamura's first time there but the idea of being at Chris' place
made his stomach flip. He stumbled with half of the expensive furniture the
first time he came and made Chris chuckled a lot. Even when he tried to keep it
cool he ended up staring at the apartment with wide-bright eyes. The whole
place got that mature appeal he liked it so much: a fancy election of baseball
frames on the walls, books perfectly aligned on the dark brown bookcase and a
mug of hot coffee over the mahogany desk. The whole place was charged with
Chris’s smell.
“Want something to drink?”
“Sure!”
Sawamura drop himself on the leather coach in front the huge television. They
usually watched a game and talked about trivial stuff when they meet so he
wasn’t surprised when he found a Yankee’s game on the player. Chris always
recorded that kind of stuff for him so they could watch it together, since
Sawamura got no internet at the dorms in Seidou. He pressed play and got
comfortable, his eyes slipping to the hallway, finding the door of Chris’s
bedroom.
He had never been there.
“I bet he totally wants to do you!”
“Do you have a lot of homework?” Sawamura peered up at Chris when he handed him
a can of flavored soda. “Are you ok?” Chris asked, his hand reaching Sawamura's
face, thumb caressing his cheek "You look feverish..."
Sawamura snaped and waved a hand, flashing a forced smile.
“Yes! Just, uh, I-Im thirsty! It’s that grape soda? Woah, t-thanks!” Sawamura
took the can and drank half of the content in one gulp, tasting the sweet
flavor on his mouth. He drank so fast that drops ran from the corner of his
mouth and slipped down his chin. Chris laughed, dropping next to him. Sawamura
stopped drinking and glanced at him. Before he could say something Chris
reached his face, his hands caressing his cheek and a thumb wiping the trail of
soda. Chris brought the thumb to his mouth and sucked.
 “You… try to be more careful, ok?”
Sawamura's face burned as he nodded awkwardly.
Half lidded eyes, Chris stared at his boyfriend for several seconds. He sligtly
leant over, settling a hand on the coach as it sunk under his weight and
Sawamura held his breath. He pursed his lips, coking his head to the side
before flicking Sawamura’s nose with his fingers, making his boyfriend squeal
and squeeze his eyes.
“Chris-san! Why—?”
“I got some work to do, but let me help you with your homework first.”
Because Sawamura insisted on spending time with Chris on business days, he
always ended up doing his homework with him. Chris offered him so help so he
could finishi it quickly. Then they would watch a game and talked about
baseball until it was pretty late and Chris walked Sawamura to the train stop.
Of course the whole ritual involved kissing and cuddling, but…
Shouldn’t we do more things that couples do?Sawamura asked himself from time to
time.
“This is ok, you are getting better.” Chris told him after checking his notes.
“It’s because Kanemaru is always helping me.” He explained, crossing his arms,
not really proud about it. Chris’s hand fly to his head and brushed his hair,
fingers sliding through the chocolate tresses.
“You are working really hard.”
Moved by his words, Sawamura shoved his face on Chris' chest, wrappping his
arms around his torso, fingers clenching at the white shirt that smelled
as strong cologne and coffee. Chris was well built and it was pleasant to lean
on his strong chest, listening to the soothing sound of the pound of his heart.
But before Sawamura could get more comfortable, Chris settled his hands on his
shoulders and pushed him away. Confused, Sawamura tilted his head to the side,
furrowed brow. 
“Don’t you want to cuddl-?” The question got caught on his throat when Chris
kissed him. Sawamura instinctively wrapped his arm around Chris’s neck, pulling
him closer like he was afraid of being separated. Chris panted and moved his
lips slowly, hands holding onto the slim waist, the distance between them
becoming beyond all bearing. Kisses were always tender and soft and would let
Sawamura floating on a cloud, but that time Sawamura couldn’t help to want
more. He opened his mouth and bite Chris’s bottom lip, making the older man
groan and stick out his tongue.
It tasted like heaven.
Chris pushed him down, both of them laying on the couch. His whole body
trembled under the weight of Chris’s body and a wave of heat swept over him,
making him curl his toes. Fingers slid under his high school shirt and caressed
the skin, his stomach tightening under his lover’s touch. Head spinning, he
tried to hold onto something before lossing himself, sinking his nails on
Chris’s shoulders, moaning in the middle of the kiss.
And as fast as it began, it stopped. Chris quickly pulled away, quickened
breath and cheeks burning. Sawamura looked at him with bright eyes and lips
glistening with spit, without moving a single muscle, waiting for Chris to go
on.
But Chris didn’t. He looked down at Sawamura, confusion growing on his face,
darken pupils dilated; like he just realized what they were actually doing. He
almost looked regretful.
Fearing the worst, Sawamura sat up, his hand reaching Chris’s thigh.
“Chris-san… won’t you-?
Chris gently moved away the hand on his thigh:
“I’ll take you home.”
The soft bubble exploded when he heard those words: His body stopped floating
on the clouds and fell down from the sky, drowning in thick dark waters.
Pulling down the shirt and sweater, Chris helped his boyfriend to fix his
clothes. He brushed his hair with the fingers, like he was trying to comfort a
little child whose whimsey was denied.
“I’m sorry.”
Sawamura wondered how sad he must had looked for him to apologize.
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“He… rejected you?”
Sawamura wiped his nose, squeezing his eyes as the tears ran down his cheeks.
One of the girls patted his back, trying to comfort him as other gave him a
tissue.
“What do you mean he rejected you?” Another of his friends asked. “He is
head over heels for you!”
“Then how do you call when someone doesn’t want to kiss you?!” Sawamura cried
as he rested his forehead on the desk “He backed off, like he made a mistake!”
Just after Chris sent Sawamura home, he realized that wasn’t the first time
Chris rejected him. In previous occasions Chris moved away after a kiss turned
hot. He never questioned that because the simple idea of gentle kisses and
holding hands was enough to race his heart. Despite feeling sexually attracted
to Chris, he also loved those humble gestures. Sawamura could be greedy but for
Chris, he was able to endure anything, even the lack of intimacy. 
But a relationship like that would bloom? Unlike him, Chris wasn’t a naïve
teenager. Chris was an adult and all adults got sexual drive. He couldn’t deny
that, not after the first time Chris touched him: The simple memory of those
slender fingers stroking the most sensitive part of his body could make him
shiver. 
So concentrated on his suffering, Sawamura missed Kanemaru entering the
classroom. Before he could react he had his friend walking towards him and
smashing his hands on the desk. There was a small blush on his cheeks and his
voice broke up a bit when he first spoke.
“I-I knew it! That guy… he did something to you, didn’t he?” Kanemaru tapped
his forehead with the hem of his hand, gritting his teeth as he held his breath
before shouting again “Ugh-I’m gonna— I-I told you to stop dating him!!”
I took about 5 minutes to the girls to calm down Kanemaru and explain the
situation. It didn’t matter how much he denied it or how often he used to mess
with Sawamura, he just couldn’t stand watching him cry.
Especially for another person.
“Great, maybe it’s time for you to break up with him.” Kanemaru suggested,
crossing his arms and getting a couple of angry gazes from the girls. “What?
Why are you looking at me like that? I’m being honest!”
“Great suggestion… but I think I got a better idea.”
 “What is it?!” Sawamura asked, squeezing his friend’s hands. The girl flashed
a wide smile and Kanemaru rolled his eyes: he knew something bad was coming.
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Sawamura had no idea of how companies worked, not even the company where Chris
worked. He was always writing papers and talking on the phone while wearing a
perfect dark suit and shiny shoes. Once Chris tried to explain him what his
company did but Sawamura couldn’t get it at all. That’s why most of the time
they talked about random stuff… and also baseball.
The only thing he knew was that Chris had a very important position, because
when he entered the building everyone would bow to him and called him “senpai”
-just as Miyuki did-.
“Are you looking for a new sugar daddy?” someone whispered on his ear, making
Sawamura jump on his place. He held hand over his chest, eyes widened.
Talking about the devil.
“Don’t do that, Miyuki Kazuya!”
Miyuki grinned, holding his suitcase over his shoulder. He was the last person
Sawamura wanted to meet in that moment. Unconsciously, he held his backpack
against his chest, afraid of Miyuki guessing what he got inside.
If he knew he would laugh at him for months.
“I already told you, stop calling me by my full name!” Miyuki said, trying to
sound intimidating but failing miserably. “What are you doing in front of the
building? You should know how dangerous is for Chris to have you on his work
place… someone could think he has an illicit relationship with an underage.”
Miyuki laughed “But I guess that’s kind of true.”
“Chris-san would never-!” Sawamura pursed his lips. It wasn’t a good idea to
tell Miyuki personal stuff like that. But he was a genius and easily could read
his expressions.
“Oh… so you haven’t done it?” He sneered. “Poor Chris-senpai… He got needs to
satisfy but how could he with a thick guy like you?” Miyuki held his jaw,
peering up. “And even if you accept, I guess you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
Sawamura frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Miyuki leant towards Sawamura to whisper on his ears:
“Chris-senpai is reeeeally big, you know?”
Miyuki straightened, a smile fluttering on his lips as he watched Sawamura’s
cheeks lit, He ruffled his head and wished him luck before walking away, waving
a hand at him
“I ALREADY KNOW THAT!” Sawamura cried loud, even when Miyuki was already gone.
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“Did something happen?”
Eyes looking through the window, Sawamura pouted, hugging his backpack. Chris
was driving them both to his apartment after picking something to cook on the
grocery store. Sawamura waited for him for about an hour and surprised Chris
when he came out, making him feel guilty for taking so long —even when it
wasn’t his fault, they didn’t plan to meet that day—. As a reward, he promised
Sawamura to cook something because he knew how much Sawamura liked his food.
Not like Sawamura knew he just started cooking to impress him. 
“Nothing… just Miyuki Kazuya being an idiot.”
Chris smiled, eyes fixed on the road.
“You both are good friends.”
“That’s not true.” Sawamura replied “He is annoying but I have to deal with him
because you both work at the same place.” Chris chuckled:
“I’m kind of jealous…” he confessed.
Glancing at Chris, who was focused on the road, Sawamura realized
Chris looked flustered.
“…you are the one I love.”
Chris side eyed him and then looked back to the road, probably scared of losing
his concentration. He stopped on the traffic lights, took tff the belt and
leans over Sawamura, his lips gently brushes his boyfriend's.
He backed off and went back to his seat before the lights turns green while
Sawamura’s face was burning red. He touched his lips, the tingling sensation
making him smile.
“What was that?” Sawamura asked.
“Sorry, I-” Chris cleared his throat. “…I felt like doing it. I hope you don’t
mind.”
“I don’t!” An euphoric Sawamura said “You can do it again! As many times as you
want!
“I know.” Chris said nervously, obviously struggling with his desires “But
better save something for home.”
Sawamura bit his lip and nodded. They were pretty close to Chris’s home and
that was something Sawamura was thankful for. While hugging his backpack and
squeezing his thighs, he thought he has to give it all and make finally Chris
his.
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Sawamura closed the door behind him and leant on it. He took a deep breath and
let it out as quietly as he could.
After watching a movie, Chris was tired enough to fall sleep on the couch.
Sawamura could spend the whole night laying overhim, hearing the pound of his
heart and staring at the sleepy expression on his face: his relaxed features,
long eyelashes and thin lips moving while he talked on his sleep. Sometimes
Chris even called his name.
Sawamura wondered what kind of thing he was dreaming.
“No, no, concentrate!” Sawamura repeated himself, shaking his head. “Let’s
see…”
Sawamura pulled down the fabric of the skirt and shifed uncomfortably in the
outfit. The contrast was pretty weird: His legs were freezing but his face was
burning. How could girls wear that every day in school? Not even the long socks
could protect his legs from the cold.
"You look adorable!”his friend told him when they were still at the school.
"Adorable my ass!”he replied, pulling down the skirt from behind, scared of his
underwear showing. He would never get how girls went upstairs with that.
“It is, indeed.”One of the girls pointed with a mischievous smile. “Believe us
this is going to drive Chris-san crazy!”
At the beginning Sawamura couldn’t believe that kind of think would work with a
serious man like Chris, but it was thanks to Kanemaru’s reaction he mustered
the courage to try the cross dressing thing: when his friend saw him, his jaw
trembled and face turned red as a cherry. Kanemaru pointed at him with a finger
and babbled something that no one could understand.
All men fell for that fetish. That was what they told Sawamura.
Sawamura came out of the bathroom and shuffled back to the living room, trying
to be as quiet as he could. Chris was still asleep and he felt kind of guilty
for waking him up. Chris worked really hard every day but made the effort to
spend his little free time with Sawamura when they should only meet on
weekends.
Sawamura leant over him, calling his name in a whisper. Chris’s eyelids
trembled but he didn't open his eyes. Sawamura huffed and straddled his hips,
resting his hands on Chris’s chest. Flustered, feeling the bulge on Chris’s
pants, he called his name again, a little louder than the first time.
“Chris-san…” waiting for an answer, he pursed his lips, remembering the advices
his friends gave him. Then he opened his mouth again, fearing his voice would
break a bit: “Chris-senpai…!”
Chris opened his eyes right off the bat, as if that honorific were some kind of
charm. He tried to focus his eyes on Sawamura and it took him a bit to realize
what he was wearing.
“…Eijun?” he called in awe, blood rushing to his face “What are…?
“Do you like it?” Sawamura asked, crimson cheeks and wet eyes. His friends told
him he had to seduce Chris, but he wasn’t sure of how to do that. He wasn’t
even sure of how to have sex with another man. He tried to understand
by watching several videos on internet; the images of a man riding another one
were still fresh on his mind and he couldn’t help blushing.
Would he make the same expressions if he had sex with Chris?
“Eijun-” Chris looked away, nervous, as he was looking for an escape. He sat on
the couch, with Sawamura still on his lap. He couldn’t even look at him in the
eye and Sawamura noticed that. “…Get off, please.”
Sawamura frowned and leaned over Chris, searching for his lips. The movement of
his lower body pressing Chris’s hips made the older take  sharp breath.
"Don’t you like me?” he asked, a bit offended.
“I do!” Chris answered quickly, meeting Sawamura’s eyes. “Eijun, don’t-” he
begged, feeling Sawamura’s hands cupping his face. “I do but-”
He kissed Chris hard, in a way he never tried before. Even when Chris gently
tried to get away, resting his shaky hands on Sawamura’s waist, he managed to
cling onto him, hands sliding down the well-built chest, tracing the curves of
his muscles. Chris used to play baseball and even when he stopped he keep
training his body for the sake of his physical health. Wanting more, Sawamura
hooked a fingers on his tie, loosening the tie. He thought it would be easy,
that Chris finally would give in.
But Chris was stronger and when he shoved his hands on his chest, Sawamura
almost falls backwards.
“Eijun!” Chris quickly grabbed Sawamura’s arm and held him, prevent him to
fall. “I’m sorry-”
“…Do you hate this that much?!”
Chris shook his head and squeezed Sawamura’s arm.
“Of course I don’t… I-”
“LIAR!”
Chris shut his mouth, visible disturbed by the picture of a
trembling Sawamura at the verge of tears. He was angry, so angry: at himself
for thinking he had a chance and at his friends for lying and giving him hope.
“I'm disgusting, right? It-it doesn’t matter what I do!” Sawamura rubbed his
arm over his eyes, wiping the tears before they came out. “I’m… so stupid!”
“You are not.” Chris rustled, his hands holding Sawamura’s face, trying to
comfort him as he always did, as someone comforting a child who didn’t get what
he wanted.
And that just made Sawamura angrier.
Sawamura shook off the hands holding his face and tried to get off of Chris,
but he was faster and grabbed his arm gently, coaxing him to stay on the couch
with him.
“I’ll be heading home.” Sawamura mouthed, but Chris wouldn’t let his arm go.
“Didn’t you want that?”
“Stay.”
Almost offended, Sawamura lifted his gaze, ready to bark back at Chris for
insisting on keeping him near when he wouldn't reciprocate his feelings. Chris
said nothing and took his hand, just to drive it to the bulge on his pants.
Sawamura blushed.
“Do you think I don’t like you?” he whispered with a serious look on his face,
as he shoved down his pants and underwear just to pull out his throbbing
erection.
Throat dry, Sawamura opened his mouth but couldn't come with something
meaningful to say. His fingers caressed the warm expanse of skin that belonged
to Chris. He bite his lip as Sawamura tapped the gland that glistened wet.
He gulped. It wasn’t the first time he took a look at it… but that time he was
nervous enough to forget about how it looked at all.
… is really big.
He stared at Chris and then lifted his gaze, meeting his eyes. Chris looked
away, ashamed of the reaction of his body, like he was sinning.  And maybe he
was but Sawamura didn’t care at all.
“Does it hurts?” he asked, genuinely worried. He listened all the time his
friends complaining when they got hard but couldn’t get off. “You have been
holding back, don’t you?”
“It’s not like I could…”
“You can!” he rushed to say. “You can do it. I want to.”
Chris flushed and smiled. Sawamura thought he was about to ruffle his hair and
apologize, like he always did, rejecting any physical contact.  But Chris held
his face, his thumb playing with the bottom lip.
“Come here.”
Sawamura nodded energetically, before leaning towards Chris. Their mouths
clashed, his mind going blank. He held onto Chris’s shoulders as the older one
rested his hands on his waist.
“Chris-san…” he called on a whisper as Chris let a trail of wet kisses on his
neck. He called him again but shut when big hands grope his ass, face lighting
up.
“You are adorable.”
“Don’t say that!” Sawamura complained as the large hands rubdown over the
fabric of the skirt, massaging the curve of his ass. “W-What are you doing-
AH!” Sawamura whimpered, wrapping his legs around his waist when he got up.
Before he realized what was happening, Sawamura found himself laying on the
mattress, with Chris over him.
“You are so cute.” Chris nipped his lips. “So cute, Eijun…” Kissing him again,
deeper, fingers squeezing Sawamura’s thighs, Chris wouldn't stop calling him
cute, making the body beneath him squirm between soft moanings. 
“Can I…?” Chris asked once he let his mouth go. Shaky hands played with the hem
of his plaid skirt. “…please?”
Sawamura took a deep breath, nodding slowly as his lips curved up, shyly. Chris
lifted the fabric and held his breath when he found out what Sawamura was
actually wearing. He doesn’t say a thing, just staring with red cheeks at the
pair of feminine panties that held the bulge of his cock.
“Uhm… Chris-san?” he asked, worried: Maybe Chris didn’t like that? Maybe the
skirt was ok but he went too far wearing girly underwear?
He was about to ask again but a hard kiss shut him. The hands on his thighs
travel to his knees, parting his legs slowly. Chris let his lips go —giving him
space to catch his breath— and went down, between his legs. Sawamura shivered
when he felt a couple of cold fingers hooking on his panties. Guessing what he
wanted to do, Sawamura lifted his hips, allowing Chris to slid them down his
legs. Feeling the warm breath of Chris over his sensitive cock, Sawamura
yearned, curling his toes as long fingers held the base.
Sawamura leant on his forearms, raising his face just to see how Chris licks
the tip of his cock. He threw his head back, moaning loud and long, his voice
echoing on the walls of the room. He grew redder as he realized how extreme his
reaction was, but Chris didn’t say a thing. 
Ashamed, Sawamura sat on the mattress, trying to reach Chris with his hands to
stop him. “No… don’t…” he rustled, getting Chris's attention for a moment. Eyes
darken and wet lips, Chris glared at him, before opening his mouth and poking
out his tongue, giving a tentative lick from the base to the tip, where he drop
a kiss.
Sawamura sunk his fingers on Chris head, fisting his hands until his knuckles
turned white. It was surreal, to see his cock disappear on the mouth that used
to rustle sweet words to him.
He was supposed to do that, not Chris. 
But at that very moment it didn’t matter because the only thing he had on his
mind was Chris sinking his head between his legs, making wet noises, head up
and down setting a steady rhythm that made him flutter his eyelashes and choke
on his spit. Sometimes Chris stopped in the middle, just to breathe -probaly
not used to having a dick on his mouth- and then scraping his teeth down until
his nose reached the pubic hair. 
As anyone could expect, Sawamura didn’t last too long. For a first-timer, Chris
was too good.
His hands let Chris go and he lied down, parted lips and quickened breath as a
wave of heat swept down his body. He heard the pound of his heart on his ears,
 and Sawamura was unable to hear his own thoughts for a moment.
I just came on Chris-san’s mouth.
Chris rose from the mess between his legs and crawled up, settling his hands on
both sides of his head. 
“Turn around…” A disheveled Chris rustled, a trail of semen running down his
chin.
It wasn’t an order but a pledge, one that turned him on. Sawamura nodded
before, slowly, turning around, getting on his knees. He caught a gimplse
of Chris’s crotch.
Still hard.
Sawamura felt way more flustered than before: Not just he got Chris hard on
purpose, but came before him. Was that supposed to happen?
He felt Chris’s big hands on his hips, squeezing as they pull him closer to his
crotch. Sawamura found himself supporting his weight on his hands and knees,
with Chris behind him; leaning over his body. Then, those hands settled over
his own, fingers interlacing. Sawamura blushed, remembering how many times he
imagined himself on that position.
The thought made him shudder with expectation, his head feeling light when he
felt Chris’s cock pressed against his rear. He then waited, his legs shaking a
little while he rested his forehead on the pillow, pushing his hips back. He
completely forgot about the condoms and lube on his backpack, too focused on
the expectative of the pain and pleasure he knew was going to get…
But what came were wet tears on the back of his head.
“…I can’t…” Chris whispered on his ear “I can’t do this…”
Sawamura raised his head and caught a glimpse of Chris' eyes. He bit his lip as
the tears rolled down Chris’s cheeks, his whole body shuddering. And yet,
despite the sad expression on his face, Sawamura still felt Chris' throbbing
erection pressed against his ass.
Sawamura ended up crying too, wondering how long that wall would stand between
them, and how long would Chris endure before breaking with him and dating
someone who he could fuck without hesitation.
The anxiety pushed him to the edge and he found himself squeezing his legs and
pushing his hips back, thrusting into Chris’s crotch, making both of them moan.
Chris groaned and asked him to stop but Sawamura didn’t listen, waiting for him
to do it, to put it in, to thrust into him as hard as he could and love him the
only way he wanted to be loved.
Unable to say something coherent, Chris drop wet kisses on his nape, tasting
the sweat on his skin. Chris rubbed his dick against the curve of his ass, over
the fabric, a couple curse word slip —for the first time Sawamura heard him
cursing—. The friction got Sawamura hard again and couldn’t help, with tears
rolling on his cheeks, to ask him to penetrate him.
He had to shut when a hand fished his cock and start pumping, up and down,
while Chris clashed his hips against his ass again and again. After a couple of
jolts, for the second time in the night, Sawamura saw stars, his arms
failing and crashing on the mattress. Chris shook his hips a couple of times
before spilling his seed between Sawamura’s legs, probably soiling the fabric
of the skirt.
Coming two times was harder than Sawamura thought and he almost falls asleep,
not before calling Chris’s name.
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“How is the water?”
Chris closed the tap and the water stops running. The mirrors were clouded
because of the hot steam but they don’t mind, is not like they want to watch
their reflection.
“Is fine…” Sawamura rustled, narrowed eyes looking at the empty space as he
sank on the bathtub, which was big enough for both of them. His back rested on
the opposite side of the tub and his knees rise from above the transparent
water. If he moved, they bumped against Chris, who was sitting on the other
side. He glanced at his boyfriend for a moment but quickly looked away. Chris
notices how he avoided his eyes and sighed loudly.
“God…” Chris rubbed his face. “I… I’m really sorry.”
Sawamura threw his head back, closing his eyes, tired. He was so tired he
couldn’t get mad at him.
“Are you already regretting?”
No answer came to his ears and Sawamura looked back at Chris. Furrowed brow,
Chris looked genuinely offended. He combed his wet hair with his fingers and
looked away. Sawamura couldn't helpt to yearn over how handsome he looked with
his hair wet and down. As a matter of fact, he also looked good with his hair
dry and up.
Basically he looked good all the time.
“I don’t regret it. I’ve never regret anything since I met you.” Chris glanced
at him with narrowed eyes. “I wanted to make love to you… I though you felt
it.”
Cheeks burning, Sawamura nodded slowly, ashamed of his own words.
“Yeah I-” his voice came out as a high pitch “Well, don’t apologize then!”
Chris chuckled, covering his mouth; he peered up at Sawamura and gave him a
smile. Sawamura wondered if he smiled at him the same way when they met,
because that would explain why his heart was racing.
“Come here…”
He crawled towards Chris, shyly, the water swinging from side to side, spilling
out of the bathtub. Sawamura turns around and rested his back on Chris’ chest,
while Chris leant forward to nuzzle his hair.
“Want me to wash your hair?”
“Maybe later…” Sawamura blushed at that insignificant display of affection,
trying to ignore the prominent bulge sticking on his lower back.
“I thought you would get tired of me.” Chris started “I always hoped that. Not
because I don’t love you, but because you deserve something better.” Sawamura
wants to talk and tell him he was the best thing on his life at that very
moment, but it was so weird to hear Chris voicing his feelings that he couldn’t
lose the chance. “You need to date someone of your age, kiss the person your
love in public and have intimacy without being afraid of getting caught. When I
see you after school, hanging out with your friends, you look so happy…”
Sawamura looked up at Chris, ready to cut him, and his boyfriend, taking
advantage of his position, fishes his lips, shutting him instantly.
“I can’t give you that, Eijun…” he confessed, his arms wrapping around is body
“I can’t have normal dates with you, I don’t like public displays of affection
or can do it, neither have sex with you…”
“…if the problem is that I’m young… it doesn’t matter… someday we will be able
to do it.” Sawamura pointed with flushed cheeks, a spark lit on his eyes. Big
hands squeezed his body, making him shiver, his slippery body melting between
Chris’s strong arms.
“I’ll be 27 when you turn 18.” Chris said with pain on his voice. “Do you
understand that? You are so young… you can’t waste your youth on me…”
“Too young this, too young that… why do you keep repeating that?!” Sawamura
asked, his face growing redder. “If you love me, can’t you wait for me?”
Eyes wide open, Chris blinked as he seemed to grasp what Sawamura just said.
Sawamura decided to take advantage of his position and pushed back, making
Chris take a sharp breath.
“Don’t… don’t do that…” he asked, blushing at Sawamura0s playful smile “You…
don’t be cruel.”
“You are the cruel one… always apologizing and rejecting me like you didn’t
like me.” Sawamura pouted, pretending to be angry. “If it wasn’t for this…” he
rolled his hips, the friction making Chris whimper “…I couldn’t tell if you
like me.”
“I like you, God, I like you.” Chris mouthed. Just in that moment Sawamura
realized he maybe went too far. The flaccid bulge poking his lower back felt
way more… hard. “Don’t tempt me, please. I-”
“Ok…” Sawamura bit his lip and let Chris rest his chin on his head “I’ll wait,
Chris-san…”
“For three years?” Chris whispered.
“Two and a half…” Sawamura pursed his lips “I’ll turn 18 on the middle of my
third year in high school” he made clear, making Chris chuckle. “And you?”
“And me?”
“Would you wait for me?”
Chris took Sawamura’s hand and brought it closer to his mouth —Sawamura
following the movement with his eyes— gently pressing his lips against the back
of his hand.
“I’ll wait for you, Sawamura Eijun.”
Despite being only a caress as light as the flutter of a butterfly, Sawamura
felt like he could lose his life in that very moment without any regret. 
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 So… I suppose you guys did it.”
Sawamura yearned, a big goofy smile on his face as he rested his chin on the
palm of his hand.  
“Did what?” he hummed. ignoring the heavy glances of his friends, who
were gathering around his desk. The girls pursed his lips, narrowing
their eyes, losing their patience.
“Come on! Wake up!” One of them said. “Give us the details!”
“Yeah, and Haruno was the one who got you the uniform!” Another pointed, making
Haruno blush. “At least tell us how it was!”
Sawamura snapped out of his trance and shyly glanced at his friends. He clapped
his hands, pouting as he looked away.
“We… didn’t have sex.”
 “WHAAAAAT?”
“JEEZ, STOP ACTING LIKE THAT THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING!” Sawamura groaned, his
face bright red. "Our relationship is progressing and that’s what matters!”
Settling his hands on his knees, Sawamura rose his head with pride. “Chris-san
loves me and I’ll wait for the moment when we can finally become one.”
“I’m happy for you!” Haruno said, clapping her hands. Sawamura scratched the
back of his head, laughing nervously as his friend kept poking him and asking
questions about what Chris though and if the skirt helped what was his
reaction.
A low groan called Haruno’s attention. She then realized that Kanemaru was
sitting behind the little group gathered around Sawamura. They all forgot he
was with them, as usual.
“L-Looks like things worked out!” she casually said at Kanemaru, who was
focusing his attention in a magazine. “Isn’t it great, Kanemaru-kun?”
“I thought they were going to…” Kanemaru blushed, then covering his mouth. “I-
I mean, I’m surprised that the old man didn’t f-” biting his lip, Kanemaru
shook his head.
“But that’s good, isn’t it?” Haruno smiled softly, tilting her head. “This
proves Chris-san really loves Sawamura.”
Kanemaru shrugged, his cheeks still vivid read.
“If Sawamura is happy, I guess is good.”
“You really love him, don’t you?”
Kanemaru got up quickly, glaring at Haruno. The girl smiled innocently, without
getting the weight of her words.
“Kanemaru!” Sawamura wrapped an arm around his friend’s neck. A serious
expression on his face: “Don’t worry! I already told you we will be friend
fore-.”
 “UGH, JUST SHUT UP!”
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May was light and fresh, cherry blossoms raining above student’s heads; the
perfect scenery for the goodbye of spring. However, Chris couldn’t relate at
all with that scenery, not when he spent most of his school days on the
baseball ground. His spring was dust on his mouth and dirt on his shoes,
drenched in sweat with light brushes on his knees.
He regret nothing, his best memories were from the baseball club.
Students passed by his car, between wicked snickers and grins; some of them
were taking photos outside the school, making gests and showing their diplomas.
Chris quickly recognized Sawamura: The proud third year student, pitcher of the
baseball club, held his diploma over his shoulder and made a peace sign as a
guy wrapped an arm around his neck and a girl got closer to him to pose as
well. Another guy took a photo and showed it to them, making the little group
laugh.
His eyes met Chris’s and he couldn’t help blushing, lips curving into a wide
smile. He quickly said goodbye, waving a hand at his friends while he ran
towards Chris. The older one got inside the car and Sawamura did the same.
Before clipping on the belt, he raised his head and cupped Chris’s face,
kissing him hard on the lips.
“Hello!”
Chris blinked a couple of times before chuckling.
“Honestly…” He leant forwards and pecked Sawamura on the lips. “We are in front
of your school, try to remember that.” Chris gently scolded.
Sawamura pouted and nodded quickly, a small blush on his cheeks.
“I’m just taking advantage of the tinted windows.”
Chris stared at him, dressed in his usual school uniform; so used to see him on
his baseball uniform, sweaty and dirty, Chris felt a weird tickle on his
stomach. He had met Sawamura on his first year of high school, small shoulders
and permanent blush on his face. But years passed by and now, on the threshold
of maturity, with a way more well-built body, Sawamura had become the kind of
person who caught the gazes of girls and boy when he was standing on the mound.
Chris couldn’t wait to see in what kind of man he would become in the future.
So lost on his thoughts he realized the first button on Sawamura’s shirt was
out, and the second one, missing.
“What happened to your shirt?”
“Oh! W-well, uhm, this is kind of embarrassing…” Sawamura scratched his cheek
with one finger, eyes looking the other way, his face growing redder. “A-After
we finished the graduation exercises there was this girl outside the assembly
hall. She is so kind! Always coming to the practices and watching us play!”
Sawamura looked back at Chris. “And, she asked me to give her my second
button.”
Chris blinked, without knowing what exactly he was supposed to feel.
“And you… gave it-”
“No! Wait-!” Sawamura interrupted. “First of all, I had no idea what it meant
to give someone the second button!”
Sawamura explained how the girl confessed once a long time ago. She really
admired him and wished him the best on the future. After being rejected, she
asked him for the second button as a “memento” and Sawamura saw nothing wrong
with that. He got plenty buttons. But before he could handle it to the girl,
Kanemaru, who was behind him, asked -with a suspicious smile on his face-
Sawamura if he had already broke up with his lover. Of course, Sawamura told
him that would never happen.
Then why are you giving you second button away?
Seeing the confusion on his face, Kanemaru explained to Sawamura what it meant
to give the second button to someone and Sawamura paled.
“You are too naïve.” Chris rustled, taking mental note: Someday he should thank
Kanemaru.
Sawamura looked down, with teary eyes, genuinely guilty, as he had committed
some kind of crime, it almost made Chris smile. “But it’s not your fault, you
didn’t know.”
“I didn’t do it!” Sawamura shoved a hand on his pocket and pulled out the
button. “I apologized to that girl and told her I was in love with someone
else.” He held the shiny button in front of Chris, with a blissful smile. “And
I’m gonna give it to that person on my graduation.” 
Chris closed his fist around Sawamura’s hand and pulled it close, his lips
reaching the button, making Sawamura shiver and flush, his ears burning red.
“What a lucky person.”
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Miyuki burst out laughing, making the waitress who was near their table jump
and almost spill the drinks she was carrying. He tried to hold his laugh,
clutching his stomach, managing to calm down before speaking again.
“So…” Miyuki wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes with the thumb. “He…
almost cheated on you?”
Chris nodded and took a long sip of coffee while hearing Miyuki’s laugh. The
waitress apologized for taking so long and placed a piece of chocolate cake in
front of him.
“He felt really guilty.” And looked genuinely cute.
“I can’t believe you have managed to date that dork for over two years.”
“Two years and 7 months.” Chris corrected, making Miyuki arched his eyebrows,
whistling in awe. “By the way, his birthday is next week and I need to get a
present, can you help me?”
“Anything you get for will be ok.” Miyuki pointed, with a hand resting on his
cheek. He held the fork and took a piece of the cake, even when it wasn’t for
him. “But as always, you are planning something super special for the big day.”
“It’s his 18th birthday, of course it had to be special.”
Chris’s presents were always something related to baseball, because that was
Sawamura loved the most. They also spent the whole day together, walking on the
streets and eating tasty food. Having dates were hard because they couldn’t be
seen outside together and it wasn’t like Chris was a fan of public displays of
affection. But Sawamura could melt his heart with just a glance and Chris
couldn’t help to hold him close those special days. The simple fact that
Sawamura was born made him incredible happy and he felt so blessed for being
there with him, enjoying his youthful and watching him grow up, not just
physically, but mentally and emotionally.
“18 years old, uh?” Miyuki grinned and leant forward. “I bet that’s going to be
a memorable night.”
Chris could easily catch the sexual innuendo on Miyuki’s tone. He interlaced
his fingers and looked directly into Miyuki’s eyes.
“Do you think I’m so kind of predator waiting for a moment to jump him?”
“No” Miyuki answered, with a wicked small on his face. “…but I do think Eijun
would want you to be one.”
Miyuki got a point and Chris knew it.
Chris avoided touching Sawamura in any inappropriate way. It was tough, for
both of them, especially for Sawamura. Even when the guy could blush easily and
got easily nervous, he still got enough sexual drive for both of them. Puberty
made everything hard, literally: Feelings and sensations piling up inside him.
It was predictable that they would overflow. That happened the night Sawamura
masturbated when both of them were talking on the phone. It was their
anniversary but Chris had to work until very late and he couldn’t meet
Sawamura. He could remember Sawamura crying out, calling his name and panting.
He almost hung up the phone but Sawamura pleaded him to stay, to give in just
for that day. Chris did it, hearing the younger moan his name on the phone,
saying how much he loved him, staying on the line until he heard Sawamura
coming.
Next time they saw each other Sawamura was completely embarrassed and
apologized countless times.
“I-” Chris ran a hand over his eyes, sighing heavily. “…if I had sex with him
the moment he turns 18, how would I look? I don’t want him to think all I aim
for is his body…”        
“Chris-senpai.” Miyuki called, poking the cake with the fork. “It’s not about
how you look. You care too much, about that, do you thi-” The buzz of his phone
made Miyuki shove a hand on his pocket just to check the screen. He frowned and
put it back on his pocket, without even answering. “Sorry. Do you think
Bakamura cares about how you look? You guys have been dating for a lo-Damn!”
Miyuki cursed as his phone buzzed again and he pulled it out just to turn it
off. “For a long time, I’m pretty sure Bakamura totally wants to have sex-.”
Chris’s phone buzzed and he apologized to Miyuki before withdrawing his phone.
He frowned, without recognizing the number. “Hello?” 
“KAZUYA!” Someone screamed over the phone and Chris drew the phone away, as
Miyuki covered his face with both hands. Chris smiled and passed the phone to
an apathetic Miyuki.
“How the hell did you get the number of Chris-senpai?! No, don’t call him! If I
don’t answer it’s because I’m bus- OH GOD JUST SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT!” Miyuki
shouted, crimson cheeks and hands trembling. He inhaled hard, trying to recover
the composure. “Just- If I pick you up this weekend would you shut the fuck up?
GREAT! See you later then! And stop calling me by my first name!” Miyuki hung
up, clenching the phone between his shaky fingers. “Ahhh… God!” Miyuki let his
head drop and his forehead hit the table. “…he took my phone while I wasn’t
looking and got your number, I’m so sorry.” 
Chris chuckled, covering his mouth. He couldn’t believe there would be a time
when he had the chance to see that side of Miyuki.
“It’s seems like things are going pretty well between Narumiya-kun and you.”
Narumiya Mei was a college student and promising baseball player. He played as
a pitcher on high school, just like Sawamura. Even when they were rivals, they
usually hang out after the games. As his number one fan, Chris was always
present on tournaments where Sawamura played against Mei and ended up meeting
him. Once Chris decided to bring Miyuki along to watch the game and Mei
recognizing quickly.
“Things? What things?!” Miyuki complained. “I just… went for a coffee with him
once because he kept calling me, and that’s Sawamura’s fault. He didn’t have to
give him my number!”
“He just looks up at you because you played at Koshien on high school.” Chris
took a fork and finally took a bit of the chocolate cake. “Eijun told me that
guy even got your games on cd’s.”
“Looks up at me? He got some prince-complex, like I should be thankful for
being able to go out with him.” Miyuki rubbed his mouth, his cheeks still
burning. He lifted his gaze at Chris, who was smiling. “No, I-I mean, going out
like friends. Well, not even friends-!”
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand.” Chris interrupted, trying
not to laugh at Miyuki’s expression. He knew what bothered Miyuki the most
wasn’t the fact of being stalked, but having Chris thinking he would end up on
the same situation he got into: dating someone several years younger.
The funny part was that Mei was already 19 years old and, unlike himself,
Miyuki got the chance to date him in a blink, without any regrets. The only
problem was that Miyuki still claimed to be in love with Chris from time to
time.
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Sawamura’s birthday, thanks to some divine miracle, was on Saturday.
Because Chris was a workaholic he was used to work on weekends, which helped
him to ascend quickly and earn the respect and sympathy of the heads of the
company. The more he ascended the busier he became, that’s how Chris found
himself shuffling through the streets after work, barely standing on his feet,
stopping by occasionally on baseball ground as he watched teenagers play.
Then he met Sawamura.
Days stopped being grey and he started to enjoy the little periods of free time
he got. Whether was eating something sweet or watching together a game,
Sawamura made him conscious about how lonely he had been and how pleasant was
to spent time with a loved one.
Last year Sawamura’s birthday was on Friday which made things complicated for
Chris. He spent most of the day on the office but could meet Sawamura at night
and had dinner with him. They ate cake on his car and talked until it was late
and Sawamura had to return to the dorms. That night kisses tasted like
chocolate and strawberry.
But this year things were different. Chris made sure to ask for permission on
Sawamura’s birthday so he would have the whole day, just for both of them. Not
like his boss could say something after all the hard work he did. Chris was
excited, but not as excited as Sawamura, who, if he had been a dog, would have
wagged his tail.
Luckily, Sawamura didn’t have to ask for permission that time. The coach and
team’s present was to give him the day free. So that day, when Chris picked
Sawamura up he found him with a wide smile on his face and crimson cheeks,
glancing at him with his big shiny eyes.
“C-Chris-san, good morning!” Sawamura salute after getting inside the car.
Drops of water slide down his hair tresses. “Sorry, I just got out of the
shower.” Chris perceived the smell of cologne and new clothes. Sawamura didn’t
care too much about his looks but that time he did an effort. “I-It’s a lovely
day, isn’t it? I can’t wait to see where are we goin-”
A hard kiss on his lips was enough to shut Sawamura, who blushed strongly after
Chris pulled away.
“Happy birthday, Eijun.” Chris rustled, his thumb caressing Sawamura’s lower
lip. Face burning and numb lips parted, Sawamura blinked, whispering a low
thank you.
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“You look older.”
Big golden eyes were lifted up, finding Chris. Sawamura held a stick of cotton
candy; the caramel made his lips glisten and the sugar gave them a grainy
texture.
They went to the parade for the Kanda Matsuri. It had been two years since the
last festival, where they couldn’t attend because Sawamura’s birthday was on
Thursday and festivals were always on weekends.
They spend most of the day on the parade, surrounded by vibrant colors and loud
music. When the break for lunch came, they parted ways from the multitude and
went to the food stands to grab something to eat.
“Really? Is that good?” Sawamura rubbed his lips unconsciously; Chris frowned,
kind of disappointed. “I’ve been gaining muscle and I was scared that you
wouldn’t like it.” Sawamura lowered his gaze and grumbled with an irritated
voice. “Miyuki told me you would break up if I keep growing up.”
Chris chuckled and settled a hand on Sawamura’s shoulder, pulling him closer
before leaning forward to kiss him on the head. Sawamura squealed and a couple
of girls passing by stared at them, blushing strongly.
“W-What about being careful?” Sawamura babbled, looking of the corner of his
eyes. “Not that I mind!” he quickly corrected.
Chris slid his finger through Sawamura’s hair, tracing his ear and jaw and
stopping on his lips.
“I couldn’t help taking advantage of you… you are not a kid anymore, right?” He
joked.  
Sawamura stared at him, almost drooling. Chris gave a tap on his nose.
“Cool your head off.”
“I-It’s your fault. Saying stuff like that!” Sawamura handed the stick of
cotton candy. Chris gave a bit and tasted the sweet flavor of sugar on his
tongue. He wondered if Sawamura’s lips would taste the same.
Chris shook his head, clearing it from those thoughts out.
 “I got a weird phone call last week...” He started, trying to change the
topic. “Your friend Narumiya-kun called me and-”
“WHAT?” Sawamura exploded. “Why?! What did he have to do with you?!”
Chris narrowed his eyes.
“It’s your fault. He took Miyuki’s phone and got my number.” Chris crossed his
arms. “Now I have to deal with him every time Miyuki doesn’t answer.”
“W-Well!” Sawamura pouted. “Miyuki is after you and I thought… I thought this
would help me to get rid of him.”
“So you knew Mei would like Miyuki?”
“Not really.” Sawamura confessed. “Mei is kind of obsessed with <<Koshien
stars>>; and I didn’t expect Miyuki to be such a good baseball player!”
Sawamura bit his thumb. “I can’t lose to him.”
“You won’t.” Chris encourage. “Your team looks pretty good, I’m sure you guys
will make to Koshien.”
“That’s why Miyuki likes you, isn’t it?” Sawamura interrogated. “Even when you
didn’t make it to Koshien, you managed to defeat his team. He told me the whole
story of how he met you.” Curious eyes looked up at Chris, trying to read his
expression. “I guess… that was love at first sight.”
There was a trace of jealous in his words and Chris easily caught it.
Sometimes, when Chris had to stay a bit longer on the office, Miyuki would hung
out with Sawamura until Chris managed to get out. When Chris wasn’t around,
Miyuki and Sawamura could talk about personal stuff and actually be friends.
Chris was sure that, in some moment, Sawamura directly asked Miyuki how he felt
for Chris. The gazes and commentaries he used to say were too obvious even for
someone as simple-minded as Sawamura. And Miyuki, as honest as he was, told him
how felt about Chris.
“That’s admiration, not love.” Chris kindly corrected.
“Don’t do that.” A husky voiced asked, a voice Chris almost didn’t recognize.
“It is love, even I can say it. It’s rude to not take seriously someone’s
feelings, even if that person is Miyuki.”
The words made echo on his head and he lost himself on the memory of that cold
night in Tokyo: Miyuki asking him if he remembered him and laughing at the
response, Miyuki confessing he knew Chris from a long time ago and how he
totally defeated his team, Miyuki confessing he entered the company when he
recognize him, Miyuki confessing his own feelings with a silly smile, Miyuki
trying to kiss him, alcohol breath on his lips before Chris pushed him away.
Of course Sawamura was right. Miyuki liked him. But Chris couldn’t take him
seriously. Taking his confession seriously would mean he rejected him, it meant
he broke his heart.
And Chris, as lonely as he was, couldn’t afford to lose a friend.
“Sorry…” Sawamura walked towards Chris and held his hand, probably regretting
his harsh words. “I said something stupid, didn’t I?”
“No. It’s just-” Chris closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them
again, he looked at Sawamura. Looking at him for real. That was his Sawamura,
that noisy pitcher of 15 years old he met a couple of years ago. He looked at
the young man in front of him and smiled, the one who could stand up for his
love rival. Chris felt sincerely proud of him. ”You really grew up.”
Visibly flattered, because he wasn’t used to be praised, Sawamura thanked
Chris, rubbing his cheek.
After watching the parade for one more time they went to a game center and then
to some stores where Chris asked Sawamura what he would like. Sawamura insisted
he was ok and didn’t need a present at all, that being with Chris was enough,
but ended up picking some sneakers he liked.
From time to time, Chris unconsciously patted his pocket, checking Sawamura’s
birthday present. He was planning to give it after dinner and at the beginning
he wished the time passed by faster; but listening to Sawamura speak his
deepest thoughts, that weren’t deep at all, watching him full his mouth with
food and throwing playful gazes at him, the day passed by fast, too fast for
Chris. Before he realized it, the sky was already dark. He was too concentrated
on the mass of warm energy fluttering around him. His eyes couldn’t help
following his movements, the way his lips curved into a smile and his eyes
glistened under the pale lights of the streets.
When Sawamura walked too fast, he felt the urge to grab his hand and pull him
closer: Sawamura’s hand slipping through his fingers made him self-conscious.
At his 27 years old Chris was experiment true love: blind and helpless.
“Do you want to see a movie?” Chris offered, looking at a big sign on the
street. He perceived the smell of popcorn with butter. Sawamura loved that
smell.
“Well… it’s kind of late.”
The answer was unexpected enough to make Chris arch his eyebrows. Sawamura
never reject an invitation to the movies, never: That was the only public place
where they could hold hands without worrying about someone seeing at them.
“I see…”  A bit disappointed, Chris checked his clock. “Well, let’s have dinner
and then I can drop you at your place if you are too tired.”
“I’m not saying I want to go home!” Sawamura corrected, waving his hands.
“Just, I want us to be alone. So, we could, you know… watch a movie at your
place.” He casually proposed, scratching his nape.
Chris could only smile, nodding at the idea. Some things never changed,
including Sawamura’s useless intents to being subtle.
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The definition of “home” Chris had changed with the time, specifically in those
two years and seven months after meeting Sawamura; from “a place where he could
be on his own” to “a place where he could hold Sawamura”. Once, Chris managed
to voice that up, bringing tears to a couple of bright eyes that he loved to
watch.
He was easily moved.
“Those two are so funny!” Sawamura pointed, as he grabbed with greasy fingers
another piece of grilled chicken. Eating on the bedroom wasn’t a good idea but
Chris was used to Sawamura’s little bad habits. His last partners were delicate
women, all perfect hair and smooth skin, who took care of their manners even
when they were alone. Never laughing too loud or showing too many expressions,
playing the role of the perfect girlfriend. Just after meeting Sawamura he
realized how plain his ex girlfriends actually were.
Sawamura… his Sawamura: wide grins and messy hair, peering up at him with
feverish eyes and sweet lips trying to steal kisses from him.
Chris settled a small kiss on the birthday boy’s head, making him giggle at the
casual display of affection. He didn’t intend to kiss Chris back, which made
the older one wonder if he was comfortable. Birthdays were those days when
Chris could fight his own complexes, being a little more expressive than usual.
But that day, Sawamura didn’t intent to kiss him back, not even once. That
wasn’t like him at all: he was the king of cuddling, all sweet pecks on the
lips and tight hugs when they were alone.
 “Ah~ I’m so full!” Sawamura sounded pleased as he sucked his fingers, licking
his lips. Chris’s eyes followed his movements, almost seeing everything in slow
motion. “You preferred French fries, don’t you?” He asked, looking up at Chris
with dazzling caramel eyes. “You should have tried the chicken, it tasted
really good.”
Tongue tight, Chris grabbed his wrist, pulling him close to swallow those
sticky fingers. He sucked them, tasting the spicy flavor of grilled chicken on
his mouth. His tongue curled around the tips, making Sawamura shiver and pant.
“Chris-san…!” he cried out, withdrawing his hand, fingers sliding out of Chris
lips and letting a thread of saliva behind. Breathing hard, stared at his young
boyfriend, seeing the feverish expression on his face. He rubbed his lips and
looked away, the heat on his body rising up.
“Ah… I’m sorry…” He bit his lip, the pounding on his crotch was hard to ignore.
He needed to get inside the bathroom and take care of that, which would be
impossible if Sawamura kept staring at the bulge on his pants. “Hey, Eijun…”
“I’m glad…” Sawamura settle a hand on his thigh, squeezing and rubbing up and
down, getting dangerously close to that place. Lifting his gaze and looking
almost proud, he spoke up again. “You are hard.”
Chris frowned, swallowing tight. He grabbed Sawamura’s wrist and stopped him
before he would ended up touching him.
“Eijun…” Sawamura crawled towards Chris, sitting on his lap and pecking his
lips. The friction made Chris breath hard and closed his eyes. “I don’t want to
hurt you.”
Cupping his face, making sure Chris was looking directly into his eyes,
Sawamura licked his lips before rustling:
“Then don’t you dare to reject me.”
Sawamura rolled his hips and Chris panted hard, eyes tearing up a bit, cursing
and resting his forehead on Sawamura’s shoulder. When was the last time he
allowed himself to feel some pleasure? Since he promised himself to not
daydream with Sawamura or not using him as masturbation material he basically
lived a life of celibacy.
“Wait, wait, please…” Chris hastened to say, when Sawamura started kissing his
neck. He withdrew, his eyes meeting Sawamura’s. “I don’t want to hurt you-” The
younger one bit his chin, shivering hands working with his belt. “I need some
time- just-” Chris breathed hard, pleading dying on his mouth. He was about to
come and just by some friction.He needed Sawamura to stop and quickly or he
would exploded.
Cornered, with Sawamura looping his fingers inside his underwear, Chris shut
his eyes, crying out:
“I… I haven’t done anal before!”
They completely forgot to shut down the dvd player and Chris mentally thanked
that when the silence fell above them.
“…oh.”
Face burning and throat dry, Chris opened his eyes. At least Sawamura looked as
embarrassed as he was feeling. The younger quickly lowered his gaze and
withdraw his hands.
“I… though you already…”
“I’ve never do anal with my ex’s.” Even with a strong blush on his face, Chris
managed to keep talking. “Also… one of them was virgin when we first…” Chris
bit his lips. “It’s hurts… a lot. I’m pretty sure anal hurts even more.”
“You… haven’t done some research?”
Chris lifted his gaze, finding Sawamura calm but blushed. He couldn’t help
throw a suspicious glance at him, like he was missing something.
“You did?”
Sawamura moved slowly and bent over the bed, reaching the backpack he left on
the floor.
“I knew you wouldn’t want to hurt me, Chris-san is always so kind.”  He pulled
the zipper and emptied the content on the sheets. The first thing Chris noticed
where the box of condoms but didn't have time to blush. Sawamura grabbed a
little box and gave it to Chris. “I asked how should I prepare myself before…
doing it with you.”
Confused, Chris opened the little box, blinking at what he found inside.
“Eijun… is this?”
“It’s a plug.”
It hit him like a ton of bricks. Not the fact that Sawamura was very aware of
the dynamic of anal sex, not the fact he did his own research, not the fact he
even got condoms neither the fact that he got a plug… but who helped him and
gave him all those ideas.
“I’m going to kill Miyuki.” And Chris mean it, he seriously mean it.
“M-Miyuki? N-No!” Sawamura laughed, scratching his nape. “W-Why do you think it
would be Miyuki idea?” He lied, just making Chris angrier.
“I’m going to kill Miyuki.” Chris repeated with a low and deep voice. His eyes
met Sawamura’s, the younger one gulped. Chris then realized what he was holding
and flushed. “Did you really use this?”
“Yes…”
Rubbing his eyes and sighing, his hand reached Sawamura’s face, caressing his
cheek. He wasn’t mad at him, he couldn’t. Maybe he was just anxious, having to
hold his own desires to mate. Chris felt guilty for pushing the younger one to
that edge where he had to appeal to sex toys.
“…it doesn’t hurt?”
“I used silicone lubricant…” Sawamura took a small bottle that came out of the
backpack. “I-It doesn’t hurt if you put enough lubricant.”
“… oh… that’s…” Chris withdrew his hand and coughed. “That’s good” Fingers
caressed the slippery surface of the plug, from his tip to the base. “It’s…
it’s not small, though…”
“Five inch.”
Chris’s jaw dropped, blood rushing to his face. The words made echo on his
already dizzy mind.
“Five?”
“I didn’t start with this one!” He hastened to say, maybe because the
expression Chris was making. “Miyuki gave me a silicone plug of 3.5 inch on my
last birthday! I-It was more flexible than this one…” Sawamura rubbed his nose,
ashamed. “When I got used to it I bought this one… I wanted to be ready for
you!”
Chris tapped the surface, tracing the form of the plug. The tip was thin and it
got wider in the middle, the neck was narrow and ended up in a notch that he
supposed would help the plug to hold it in place.
He wondered how it would feel to have that thing inside.
“I know you are bigger than this but…” Bringing him back to that moment,
Sawamura settled a hand onto Chris’s. “If you prepared me I’ll able to take
it.”
“Me?” Chris pointed his face, blushing strongly as Sawamura proceeded to take
off his clothes with devious slowness.
It wasn’t the first time Sawamura undressed in front of him but he felt way
more nervous that before. That time it was different; Sawamura wasn’t an eager
child with pubertal fantasies anymore, he wanted to have sex for real.
Although that wasn’t the problem, the problem was that Chris wanted it too.   
He felt completely stupid for not have done his own research about the topic.
Sawamura took a cushion and put it under his bottom, lying on his back. He then
spread his legs, exposing an already hard erection, leaking pre cum at the tip
along the expanse of flesh.
And further down…
The plug slipped between Chris’s fingers, falling on the mattress and bumping.
Even when he was already naked and completely exposed, Sawamura dared to blush.
“Uhm… you have to put-”
“Lube, yes…” A shaky hand fumbled on the bed, finding the bottle of lubricant.
Sawamura startled when nimble fingers slid between his buttocks, tracing the
edges of his entrance. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, just…” Tearing eyes looked at Chris.   
“…How many?
“Two…” Sawamura cried out when cold fingers slide in slowly, without a previous
warning. Chris stared in awe at his digits sliding without finding resistance.
When he pulled them out, Sawamura pushed his hips against his fingers, as if he
were afraid to let them go.
“Eijun…”
“D-Don’t pull out.” Hands clenching the sheets. “Move them…”
Chris felt the pressure around his fingers, velvet inner walls contracting
around his digits. He curled them, making Sawamura whimper and trembled, his
name slipped out his mouth.
“E-Enough…” Sawamura rustled, wet eyes and flushed cheeks. “The plug…”
Chris unconsciously licked his lips.
“Not yet.”
Scissoring his fingers wide and deep, watching the ring of muscle getting
looser, Chris found himself panting hard, throat dry. He slid a third finger,
wiggle his fingers, pulling in and out, making the younger one moan louder. 
“C-Chris-san… I’m gonna…”
Waking up from his trance, Chris pulled his fingers out, reaching the plug. Big
hands spread Sawamura’s cheeks, watching the damp hole contract, almost eager.
Chris huffed, pushing the back of Sawamura’s thighs up.
“Hold, here.” Nodding hard, Sawamura held the back of his knees, like he was
presenting himself. With eyes half lidded staring at the glistened hole between
rose-colored cheeks, Chris wondered if it was his birthday instead of
Sawamura’s.
Trying to ignore his own cock pounding, Chris gently pushed the tip of the
plug, already dampened in lubricant, on Sawamura’s entrance, making the slim
body beneath him shudder. Curling his toes and crying out his lover’s name,
Sawamura gave in, the plug sliding inside, making a wet sound.
“God…” Chris tugged down his pants and underwear, letting free his erection. He
held his cock, his thumb pressing the leaking tip, jerking off slowly as
Sawamura shivered, keeping such an uncomfortable position, breathing hard. “Do
you think… Do you think I can put it in now?” Chris asked, freeing his erection
just to hold the base of the plug, twisting his wrist slowly, making the thigh
hole twitch.
“… y-yes!” Sawamura moaned, his voice reaching a high pitch. “Please!”
Without a previous warning, Chris pulled out the plug, the body beneath him
shuddering. Chris halved the distance between them, hips accidently clashing
against his boyfriend's rear.
“Sorry…” he apologized, shaky fingers trying to open the condom. “Don’t… don’t
move, ok?” Chris rolled the condom down before pressing the tip of his cock
against Sawamura. He lifted his gaze, searched for something that stopped him
on Sawamura’s eyes. Watery eyes looked at him, eager, no fear on his gaze.
He couldn’t help to keep looking at those beautiful golden eyes, even when he
pushed forward and was welcomed by the warm insides of the boy he once meet on
baseball ground.
Sawamura shut his eyes, tears rolling on his face as he threw his head back,
crying out the most sweet and honest “I love you” Chris had the chance to hear
in his whole life.
No, second one. He still could remember the first one: the time when Sawamura
confessed to him, with dreamy eyes and red cheeks, at his naive 15 years old.
Chris blinked, eyes burning and throat dry. He couldn’t believe that he had
that person on his bed, shuddering while he slowly penetrated him.
Chris bent over him, lips gently brushing Sawamura’s, like he was kissing the
tender petal of a flower.
A vibrant yellow flower that he managed to catch.
“I love you too.”
Straightening his body, Chris took Sawamura’s calves, settling them over his
shoulders before jerking his hips with tortuous slowness, making his boyfriend
whimper and babble something he couldn’t get at the beginning. Chris groaned
when he found some resistance, diggings his fingers on Sawamura’s hips as he
pushed harder.
Even after working him with his fingers, even after shoving a plug of 5’’
inside him, Sawamura was still tight and hot, his velvet insides wrapping
around his swollen cock.
“Are… are you ok?” Chris managed to ask when he thought he was finally
completely inside him, teary eyes and small drops of sweat lingering on his
forehead. “…Eijun?” Bending over for a second time, he glanced at Sawamura’s
expression: Eyes darkened, chapped lips parted and crimson cheeks.
“S-o… big…” Sawamura covered his eyes with an arm, his voice shaking as he
spoke.  “You are… so big… Chris-san.”
Chris lost himself after that, the heat bubbling inside his chest.
Sawamura startled when a hand pushed one of his thighs up. Finding a better
angle for penetration, Chris rocked his hips, harder and faster than before on
an unsteady rhythm that made Sawamura choke and shove a fist inside his mouth
trying to hold back his own pleased voice.
When Sawamura came, air caught on his throat, spilling his seed over his
stomach and tightening his insides, Chris honestly thought, between tears of
joy, that Sawamura was the love of his life.
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A small “click” made his eyelids tremble and finally part. It took him a couple
of seconds to get used to the darkness of his own room, glancing at the figure
resting next to him.
“Hi…” Sawamura rustled with a husky voice, his golden bright eyes staring at
Chris, almost glistening in the half-light. He clenched his hands, awkwardly
hiding his phone. “Uhm… sorry… did- did I wake you?”
A hand flew to his head, fingers sinking on the soft tresses and pushed him
toward Chris. Their mouths clashed and both shared a long and deep kiss, much
spit and tongue, until they had to break apart to catch his breath.
“Hello…” Chris huffed, staring at a dizzy Sawamura, who barely could look at
him directly into his eyes. The memory of clouded eyes, thin lips crying out
his name and a slim figure beneath his body made his cock tick painfully.
Chris caressed his face, the skin hot under his fingers. He traced his nose,
his lips and his chin, starving for more feverish kisses but restraining
himself, moved by the tired expression on Sawamura’s face.
They managed to do it twice and Sawamura was probably out of service for a
night, but if he had to be honest, Chris was ready for another round. Not like
that would happen, not with his boyfriend looking so beaten.
“How do you feel?”
Blinking slowly, Sawamura hide his face on the pillow, huddling next to Chris,
but without daring to touch him. He throw a quickly glance at him, red cheeks
and eyes half lidded.
“…Empty.”
Flustered, Chris tapped his boyfriend’s nose, making him whimper.
“Honestly…” Chris slid an arm under Sawamura’s body, enfolding the slim waist,
halving the distance between them. “Don’t say that…” Chris pecked his lips, his
nose and his forehead and went back to his mouth, moving his lips slowly as if
he was afraid to break Sawamura.
“Chris-san…” Chris hummed in the middle of the kiss, backing off to see
Sawamura on the eyes.
“Yeah?”
“That was… the best present ever…”
A spark lit on Chris’s mind. He slid a hand under Sawamura’s pillow, making the
youngster jump. Chris grabbed the phone and looked at the screen, squinting his
eyes because of the bright light of the phone. He rolled his eyes, then shoving
a hand on his face.
“… is already Sunday!”
“Uh?” Sawamura rubbed his tired eyes, rushing to wake up. “Wha…what happened?”
Chris took off the sheets, his feet reaching the floor. Sawamura’s cheeks light
up, his eyes looking away, still not used to see the naked body of his
boyfriend. Chris threw a glance at Sawamura, his lips curving into a smile when
he saw the shy reaction. Sawamura was too innocent for his own good.  
More curious than ashamed, Sawamura focused his eyes back on Chris. He was
shoving a hand inside the pocket of his pants and when he pulled out, there was
a little bock between his fingers.
“I completely forgot…” Chris combed his hair with his fingers. “It’s a little
late but…” He approached the bed and got up, sitting next to Sawamura. “Here.”
Chris smiled, looking genuinely ashamed. “Happy belate birthday.”
“Y-You didn’t have to buy anything else!” Sawamura rushed to say, taking the
little box. The slowly opened while talking, looking almost offended for
getting too much presents. “The sneakers were enough! Why do you-?”
Chris breathed deep, feeling suddenly insecure when he got no reaction. Maybe
it was just too soon to give those kind of presents. The whole idea of putting
too much pressure on his several years younger boyfriend made him self-
conscious and he almost wanted to punch himself for remembering the present.
“I…” Chris started, eyes half lidded. “Sorry, it wasn’t a good idea, right?” He
chuckled, trying to ignore the heat on his face. “Who gives rings on these
days? Maybe I’m too old fashioned.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Chris repeat. “I…” Sawamura lifted his gaze, staring at him, same
anxious eyes that he had when they meet. It was distracting. “… I wanted
something more symbolic. I take our relationship very serious. And, there was
something I wanted to ask you.” Chris swallowed thigh, the beat of his heart
pounding on his ears. Licking his lips, feeling his tongue tingling, he found
the courage to look back at Sawamura, staring directly into his beautiful eyes.
“W-Would you like to live with me?”
Sawamura opened his mouth, eyes wide open.
“Not right now!” Chris quickly corrected, waving a hand, like it would make the
topic less significant. “You are still in high school, but, maybe, when you get
into college, you can live with me. If you want…” Chris squinted, realizing
Sawamura’s shoulders were trembling. “Eijun?”
Sawamura burst into tears, crying out loud like a little child. Chris freaked
out, taking him by the shoulders and asking what was wrong and if he was hurt.
It took him several minutes to calm Sawamura. Just when, between soft sobs and
watery eyes, Sawamura managed to nod strong, Chris could sigh relieved.
Somehow, salty kisses helped to stop the tears. Kisses led to necking and,
between promises of living together, Sawamura opened his legs, welcoming the
huge love Chris offered him.
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“Well! It’s been a long time since we had lunch together!” Miyuki salutedwith a
wide grin on his face as he took a seat on his favorite spot of that small
cafateria.
“Indeed.” SItting in front of him, Chris crossed is arms, narrowing his eyes.
“…Especially because you have been avoiding me on the office.”
Miyuki laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.
“Well, Sawamura told me I should give you a couple of days” Miyuki looked at
the place, there was more people than usual, that made him sighed relieved.
“…to calm down.” Chris noticed how he also checked the exit of the cafeteria,
like he was planning on running away any moment.
Not like he would let him.
“Why would I need to calm down?” Chris shrugged. There was a spark on his eyes
that made Miyuki shiver. “So… you have been in contact with Sawamura?”
“Ah- Not exactly.” Miyuki combed his hair, looking through the window. “He
texted me sometimes.”
“I guess you must have some stuff to talk about.” Chris squinted his eyes,
finishing his drink. “Like places where to get plugs.”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Miyuki raised a hand, asking for a time out. He was
ready for that topic. “I gave Sawamura that thing to help him. He wanted to be
ready for you. And, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had such a great
night.”
Settling  the glass on the table, Chris arched his eyebrows.
“…How do you know we did it?”
Miyuki looked through his phone and then showed the screen to a confused Chris.
There was a picture of Chris asleep, obviously naked. Because of the angle,
Chris knew that was the photo Sawamura took their first night together.
“Sawamura is such a smug.” Miyuki hummed. “But it’s not like I mind… not if I
can get this kind of stuff.”
Chris ruffled, wondering if Miyuki was just taking advantage of Sawamura’s
innocence. They could spend their life playing that game, competing, even when
there was nothing to compete about.
“Delete that.”
“Nope.” Miyuki shove the phone on his pocket and crossed his arms. “It’s my
prize for doing a good action. But, back to important business:” Miyuki
grinned. “How was it? Sawamura told me he passed out when you finished… that
sounds hot, you own me one.”
“That is personal I won’t talk about it.” Chris assured with a small blush on
his cheeks. He then looked at his clock, his lips curving into a smile. “But… I
guess I do have to thank you.”
“Eh?” Miyuki startled, blinking several times. “I’m just joking, you know?”
“You’ve always supported us… even when you don’t like Sawamura. You have given
us advices when we needed them and listened to my problems.” Miyuki could tell
Chris was being sincere, and that was something that moved him. Having the
chance to see Chris showing such a tender side was a privilege. “Thank you for
being my friend, Miyuki. Maybe I don’t say this often but, if you ever need
something…”
“D-Don’t say embarrassing stuff.” Miyuki pleaded, covering half of his face. He
felt stupid for being able to blush after all that time. Just when he thought
he was over Chris those feelings would go back at him, hitting him on the core.
He could forget sometimes but his heart would react that way with just a smile
or kind words. “I’m going to take advantage of that proposition someday, you
know?”
“I trust you.” Chris answered, standing up. His eyes were fixed to the exit.
“Anyway, I know you are going to be kind of busy to mess with me.”
Miyuki blinked and then looked over his shoulder, following the trajectory of
Chris eyes. He paled when he recognized a couple of green eyes and light blonde
hair.
 “You called Mei?!” Miyuki whispered, clenching his fist.
Chris paid the bill and leaned towards Miyuki, who blushed when their noses
almost touch and he perceive the strong smell of his cologne.
“Have fun.”
Jaw drop as he watched Chris walking out of the cafeteria, Miyuki realized why
he fell for Chris on the first place and why, at the end of the day, he
identified with Sawamura.
It was hard, for such a young flower, to fall for the sun.
 
Chapter End Notes
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