Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/3936187. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond Relationship: Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun Character: Kominato_Haruichi, Sawamura_Eijun, Furuya_Satoru, Kuramochi_Youichi, Miyuki_Kazuya, Isashiki_Jun, Yuuki_Tetsuya Additional Tags: Eijun_Week, DnA_Week, COMPLIMENT//COMPLEMENT_&_ENCOURAGEMENT, The_Fierce Battle, Bonds, masseur_head_cannons, just_in_general_loving_Haruichi_for being_such_a_great_wingman, the_porn_is_here..._(finally)_and_sorry_for making_you_all_wait!, bottom_Miyuki_because_I_was_feeling_that_way_(and so_was_he), craving_Miyuki's_massages_myself_after_this..., Rimming Collections: Eijun_Week_2015 Stats: Published: 2015-05-14 Completed: 2015-08-16 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9230 ****** How it Feels ****** by starrwinter Summary Based on a idea sent to TrumpetGeek around masseur Miyuki and Haruichi... I'm not posting the whole conversation right away to avoid spoiling the next chapter. I've discovered secretly loving writing cute Haruichi ^___^ ***** According to Plan ***** “Haruichi! Since Sawamura is busy killing Tetsu at shogi, and Furuya is being annihilated at video games I guess you're the only one left to give my daily massage.” Jun shouted out as soon as the pink-haired baseman entered the room. Haruichi had wanted to talk with Eijun alone about some observations that were bothering him. Actually, more like topics that seemed to be bothering Eijun from recent practices, but of course the senpai had to invade the room for the night. “Of course, Isashiki-senpai…” Resigned to his fate he silently moved to his side of the room before kneeling down to the floor. Jun took the hint and made himself comfortable shifting onto his stomach, having already stolen one of Sawamura’s pillows to use on the hard floor. Haruichi knew he was good at giving massages and applied light pressure to his senpai’s shoulders to find the tightest muscles before beginning. Of course it was his right throwing shoulder that would be the worst, littered with knots and tired muscles that needed to be stretched and relaxed. He started out lighter and after hearing no complaints, moved more onto his knees before applying his full weight into his movements and tips of his fingers. Haruichi slowly felt Jun-san relaxing more and more into the floor and started to hear a few mumbled groans into Sawamura’s pillow. He really didn't want to be relegated to the position of the third years masseur, but if he was helping the team it wasn't so bad. Once all the knots and tightness were removed from the right, he moved onto his left shoulder and then slowly progressed down each side of back muscles until they too felt no residual tightness. Trailing his fingers back up to Jun’s neck, he moved in slow circles before providing what was his favourite part of a massage trailing into the coarse and wild hair on his head. Scalp massages were secretly Haruichi’s favorite and he never skipped them. He poked Jun lightly on the shoulder, “Isashiki-senpai, do you still need a foot massage?” but all he heard in response was a low rumble and light snoring. Out like a light. Haruichi looked up to see the shocked faces of Eijun and Yuki-senpai staring back at him in awe. Kuramochi turned around after expecting a loud barked out response from Jun only to see him snoring away, face first in the pillow on the floor. “Dibs!” Sawamura shouted before abandoning his game to Yuki to be next in line. He quickly moved over to Haruichi, avoiding a kick from Kuramochi in the process. “Just who do you think you are demanding a massage before your senpai,” Kuramochi snapped before looking over at Yuki. “Makes no difference to me as I'm tired already and someone has to get the loud mouth back to his room,” he stated packing up the board. He crossed to where Jun was still snoring into the pillow, hiking him onto his shoulder. "Geesh he's getting heavy... needs to cut down on the extra rice bowls..." Tetsu complained to no one in particular before turning towards the door. "Hmm... just how would you know that Yuki-senpai?" Haruichi inquired innocently with only a light blush on his face. Tetsu turned to the younger Kominato brother slowly growing redder by the second considering how to answer his question. "You know, sometimes you're even more cunning than Ryou-san..." He trailed off making an escape for the door, snatching the board off the floor in his hasty retreat. "Night captain!" Kuramochi cackled from in front of the television, with Furuya adding a slight nod to the pair. The door closed softly behind them leaving only the first year trio and Kuramochi in the room. Kuramochi's focus swiftly returned to Sawamura and his anger at not being next in line for a massage. Before he could act, Haruichi intervened. "Now now Kuramochi-senpai, I did want to talk with Eijun-kun so please let him have the next turn. You can battle Furuya in the game for the one after." He smirked playing on the upper class man's sense of victory. "Fine! I'm taking you down Furuya-kun!" Kuramochi roared before starting another round of the fighting game. Furuya just looked at Haruichi with dead eyes. Oh there would be pay back, but right now Haruichi had other concerns. He felt Eijun flop down to the floor and burrow quickly into his own pillow. Haruichi turned his attention towards the pitcher catching the glint of golden eyes staring back at him before his normal happy smile made an appearance. 'You're too damn cute Eijun-kun, and you wear your emotions on your sleeve. I know your secret.' Haruichi gazed back actually letting one of his pink eyes meet Eijun's, before returning a soft smile. Eijun dove immediately back into the safety of the pillow the tips of his ears dusted with a light red blush. Haruichi leaned down starting the same process he had used with Jun, except lighter. He didn't want Eijun to fall asleep on him, unlike Jun who he wanted out and quiet as quickly as he possibly could. He turned his attention to Kuramochi who was now completely engrossed in battling for victory over Furuya in the game, screams and insults being directed towards their characters as they fought on. "Eijun-kun, I actually came here tonight to talk to you... you know I've noticed how strange you've been acting lately, right?" Haruichi spoke quietly, just enough to be heard over the ruckus Kuramochi was shouting at the opposite end of the room. Sawamura's blush spread even more on his ears before he rapidly nodded a few times into his pillow. Haruichi dug in a little harder into Eijun's left shoulder feeling a particularly stubborn knot slowly coming loose under his ministrations. He could feel Eijun relax and let out an exhale as soon as it was loose. "I have a plan though... we can start on it tomorrow if you want, Eijun-kun." Eijun turned his head to direct a golden eye at Haruichi. He could tell the excitement and nervousness at the same time in that stare. "No need to be nervous, it will be as simple what we're doing right now. Just pretend once afternoon practice is over your shoulder is a little more tender than normal, and I'll take care of the rest." The golden eye swiftly returned to hiding in the pillow before sinking down slightly deeper. "Eijun-kun, trust me he likes you. You both spend enough time dancing around each other and trying to hide the fact you're staring at each other when the other isn't looking. I'm not wrong on this." Haruichi softly replied with a chuckle. "But... how can you be so sure of it? What if he ends up ignoring me, or hating me, or..." Eijun trembled slightly still with his face firmly hidden in the pillow. He was nervous and the normally loud-mouthed, quick to act pitcher was scared of going for something he truly wanted. Haruichi laughed and a soft smile spread on his face. "You forget, I see the way you two look at each other. I might have bangs and you both think I'm not looking, but I see right through you. It's there. Don't doubt it for a second and what is the worst thing that can happen? An even worse fate is ignoring your feelings and putting off taking a chance and the regret over not having tried anything at all." He could see Eijun slowly relax again back again the floor, pondering his words even more carefully than normal. He raised his shoulders turning his full attention to Haruichi. "You're right. I can either sit around and keep doing nothing. Keep wondering about the if's, then when's and the maybe's or I can actually take a chance and settle it once and for all. Anything is better than this pining state of limbo." Haruichi was a little shocked. One for Eijun summing up his feelings so eloquently, and the other for not screeching his reply so loudly that Kuramochi and Furuya would over hear them. "Okay, that's the plan for tomorrow. We'll put it into action after the afternoon practice during stretching. No worries Eijun-kun, and if nothing happens we can always think of a plan B." Eijun reached up ruffling Haruichi's hair lightly while half-shouting, "Thanks Harucchi!!! You're the best friend I could have!!!" "What are you two knuckle-heads doing, now?" Kuramochi yelled from across the room. He swiftly pushed up from the floor, sprinted the three steps to the other side of the room before landing directly on Sawamura in another set of elaborate wrestling moves. "Your turn is over with Noisy-mura! I beat Furuya fair and square, so it's my turn for a massage!" Kuramochi all but threw Sawamura from his spot on the floor to his bed, flopping down in his place and cackling evilly in victory. "Kuramochi-senpai," Haruichi started in a rare defensive tone, "Please do not undue all the work I just put into relaxing Eijun-kun's shoulders!" Kuramochi was a little shocked. He saw faintly for a brief second a flash of Ryousuke's rage before Haruichi reverted to a full face blush. Sometimes he could tell they really were brothers more than others. "Ka ka ka yeah I know. I'm sorry, but he's just gets so loud we have to keep the volume levels in check." Kuramochi smirked back. Haruichi settled back down to the floor to give Kuramochi his massage to relax him enough for sleep. He knew his plan would work and bring the other's sense of competitiveness at beating little 'Ryou-san's brother.' A lazy grin spread on his face. He couldn't wait until tomorrow to prove to Eijun he was right and to finally put some of his fears and doubt to rest, for both of them. ***** Sound Strategy ***** Chapter Summary Continued cleaver Haruichi, clueless Eijun and cunning/opportunist Miyuki. One more chapter and sorry for saving the best parts until then... but waiting makes the heart grow fonder? Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes     He was nervous. True, normally he was terrible at fielding in the first place but Harucci’s plan constantly running through his head was distracting him in the worst of ways. If Zono’s voice got any louder he was going to lose it by the end of practice. Sawamura felt a little bad, but maybe he deserved it too for all the constant criticism that rained down during the afternoon.   “Sawamura!” He froze. No. Not him. He didn't want to disappoint him and he was already doing a perfect job of it this afternoon.    “Yes… Chris- senpai?” He turned slowly, golden eyes already directed at the ground. His fielding was so disastrous and he knew Chris would not allow him to pitch after his dismal performance. Hearing nothing but silence for a few heart stopping moments, he slowly looked back up to meet Chris' gaze.    Sighing in only the way Chris could he took pity on the poor pitcher. Sawamura had been horrible all day missing one catch and play after another until he came along to interrupt his practice.   "Come on Sawamura, I'll take pity on you JUST this once. Since it's obvious you can't concentrate on fielding today and it's a lost cause, not too mention Zono needing a rest... let's head to the bullpen."   Sawamura was unable to stop the slow grin from spreading into his full face covering sunshine smile directed straight at Chris. "Thanks Chris-senpai!" He all but bellowed across the field, following at his heels straight towards the bullpen.   Staring at their retreating backs was a knowing set of pink eyes framed by fringe. The focus of that stare shifted to the bullpen itself and another pair of golden brown eyes filled with liquid fire watching the pair walk towards them.    Two sets of eyes met each other from across the field, challenging one another. One daring the other to make the move, the other shocked from the aggressive nature in the stare which was normally calm and reserved. 'Do it,' could clearly be communicated through the intense connection.  It ended as suddenly as it began, the catcher turning his attention to the ruckus of the two entering the bullpen while the other switched focus to the fly ball heading his way in the field.     Today might be very interesting.         ===============================================================================     Sawamura was still frustrated. Thinking about Haruichi's comments from yesterday, his train of thought seemed to permeate through every baseball ability he had draining the energy slowly from him. This had turned out to be such an unproductive day, and he didn't have to act out being tired, sore and ready to throw in the towel already.   He could feel sets of eyes watching his every move. Not just Chris-senpai's, but Miyuki's and he was sure also Haruichi's from some unseen location.   "That's enough Sawamura. Apparently it wasn't just your fielding suffering from an off day." Chris threw a critical eye his way, noticing the way he rubbed the stress in his neck and shoulders. "You didn't injure yourself did you?"   The comment drew even more looks from those in the bullpen, and one intense aura from a certain catcher. He had a knack for taking a break from pitching with Furuya at the perfect moments to track everyones progress.   "Oh course not, Chris-senpai! I just... didn't get much sleep. I'll do better!" Sawamura used his most effective puppy eyed stare at Chris. He didn't want to stop pitching yet. Even if his entire body ached, if there was a catcher willing to work with him he would pitch until falling over in exhaustion. There was never enough time to practice, continually improve and inch his way towards the ace position he so desperately craved.   Chris cracked his soft smile. The one reserved when he thought Sawamura was being an idiot, but an adorable, lovable, energetic ball of sunshine even if he wasn't feeling his best. He didn't look injured to his eyes, but better to be safe than risk an injury from Sawamura pushing himself too far like he was known to do.   "Better to end off here I think. If you're too sore and tired, you only increase your chances of actually causing an injury."          ===============================================================================     As expected Sawamura pouted, pleaded and begged to continue throwing 'just another ten balls,' but the catchers were having none of it. Chris-senpai had spoken and everyone listened, for good reason. Even a character smirking in the background didn't want to incur any of Chris’ stern looks or brooding glares. He did want to catch Sawamura's pitches himself to see if anything appeared to be off… but there were other ways of collecting information.   Kazuya was about to call it a day and rile up Sawamura once more in good fun to check on him, when Haruichi suddenly appeared from the shadows.   “Come on Eijun-kun, let's stretch. I want to take a look at your throwing shoulder too…”   Kazuya could hear their speech trailing off as they found a spot outside the bullpen to stretch out tired muscles after the long practice. He sulked just a little not even being asked by Sawamura for help with his stretches or further bothered for more pitches.  “Come on, Furuya time for us to stretch too…” when Kazuya noticed the first year had already disappeared. Probably already napping in a dark corner somewhere. Tch, he would give him a piece of his mind later.   Exiting the bullpen gate, he carefully removed his catchers mask taking extra care to avoid his glasses. With practiced, nimble fingers he reached behind his shoulders to remove his chest guard before placing it in his gear bag.   A sudden noise turned his attention to the left, and other instincts immediately began to flare.   “There Eijun-kun? I feel tightness in your muscles, so hopefully you didn't pull or strain anything today…” Kazuya could feel a light flush rising on his cheeks with the position Sawamura was in. The left arm of his practice jersey rucked up, with Haruichi leaning so far over and into his shoulder. Fingers firmly massaging Sawamura’s lower back while exposing a small sliver of skin under his compression shirt from the constant kneading of muscle.   The blush became deeper as Kazuya imagined himself leaning into Sawamura, his breath blowing hot into his ear and fingers finding the pathways to his most sensitive spots.    “Uggggh… Harucchi… right there…”    'Was… was that a moan?'Kazuya's eyes dilated at the noise, unsure whether Sawamura was in pain or pleasure or perhaps even a little of both. Haruichi kept bending him over so far, his forehead touched his legs easily. That flexibility he had. Kazuya wished he could test it himself to see just what ways he could contort and flex those muscles.   Leaning the majority of his weight onto Sawamura, Haruichi met Kazuya’s gaze from across the field. A slow, almost Ryosuke-like smirk gracing his features as he snuggled onto Sawamura and continued to massage his lower back muscles.   What does Haruichi think he’s doing with my pitcher? Kazuya’s eyes shot back as he crouched down to swiftly remove his leg and shin guards, and exchange his cleats for running shoes. Rising back to his feet, he shot Haruichi his most intimidating glance wanting nothing more than to pry the pink haired boy off Sawamura and replace him.   Haruichi’s response was only to expose more delectable skin of Sawamura’s left side. Trailing his fingers firmly in slow, pressing circles to knead out any knots or tension. Once he reached the upper area of Sawamura’s shoulder, he could see the skin visibly tremble under fingertips. A dusting of freckles from long hours spent in the sun, and constellations of moles scattered over his skin.   “Mmmmmm… Harucchi…. Just a little harder…”   That did not come out of Eijun’smouth. Kazuya started to see red blurring at the edge of his vision. Sure, he had heard the story that Haruichi had swiftly made Jun fall fast asleep last night, but he never thought he would see it first hand.   Haruichi looked over his shoulder again straight at Kazuya, one burning eye challenging him. Kazuya knew he was better than the pink haired first year, and he was bound and determined to prove it.   He leaned down zipping up his gear bag and slung it over his right shoulder before stomping out onto the field towards the two first years. Determination and purpose rang throughout his stride towards them.   “Sawamura, sounds like you've been hiding something after all with all the sounds coming out of your mouth.” He glowered at Haruichi, lightly pulling him off and hoisting Sawamura on his left shoulder to trudge back towards the dorms.   “I'll take that. Sounds like he needs a little more massage fixing.” Kazuya smirked and cackled as Sawamura pounded his fists against his back to no avail. Kazuya was going to have fun taunting him all the way back to the dorms.     Haruichi was secretly so relieved, and now it was in the hands of the two idiots. Hopefully, one of them wouldn't screw this chance up.     Chapter End Notes Inspired by this little Tumblr snippet: Anonymous said: Sending you tons of hugs to get through your shifts! Also head cannon: We all know Miyuki must be really good at giving massages (due to Jun's reactions) but secretly Haruichi is as well. Sawamura confesses his Miyuki love to Haruichi (who knows of course), Haruichi hatches his little jealously scheme of reducing Sawamura to a puddle of goo with a massage, Miyuki gets jealous... all hell massage war/battle breaks lose ;) Sawamura = the winner   (TrumpetGeek): OMG YEAH SAWAMURA CANT LOSE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO i never rly thought abt it but yeah i bet miyuki IS rly good at massages fff and haruichi doing like post-game shoulder/arm massages to help his friend and discreetly glancing at miyuki to gauge his reaction aww trying to set up his bff with the boy who loves him / )=3=(\ also imagine miyuki having to listen to sawamuras little moans bc haruichis massages feel so good and getting all worked up bc HE should be the one touching sawamura damnit but also trying not to let anyone know hes getting worked up over it fff POOR MIYUKI. YOU ARE BEING PLAYED.   If you want to chat Daiya (or seriously any sport anime at me) starrwinter on Tumblr is where you can find me ;) ***** Almost Set in Stone ***** Chapter Summary I know you all have been asking for it, and I'm sorry for making you all wait so long!!! ;____; I just felt I needed a bit more practice before trying to write out this final chapter. I feel a lot more comfortable with Misawa now (and they are getting a lot more comfortable with each other). Enjoy!     Kazuya’s shoulder trembled with a repressed cackle once Sawamura stopped struggling against his hold and just let himself be carried back to the dorms. Pounding arms resigned to rest leaned against his broad shoulder.    “You know I can walk, right?”   “Yes, I know, but you can run too.”   And that was the end of the conversation, Sawamura leaning his forehead flush against his arms in defeat. Kazuya guessed it was so he could avoid making eye contact with any inquisitive team members who might be left on the grounds, although it was quiet at the moment.   Shifting Sawamura’s weight a little, he climbed the stairs carefully not wanting either of them to suffer an even worse injury.   “Don't drop me shitty senpai,” he heard muffled from Sawamura’s face still pressed into his shoulder.   “Wouldn't think of it, Bakamura. The less work I have to do on your shoulder, the better.”   Kazuya quickly unlocked his door, twisting the knob while balancing an arm load of equipment on one side, and a bundle of Sawamura on the other. Dropping the practice bags to the side of the door, he quickly toed off his running shoes to move to the bed, dropping one squawking pitcher into the middle.   “Think you can manage getting your shoes off one-handed, or need help with that too.” Smirk still in place, but he was only half joking. He remembered back to Sawamura’s face during Haruichi’s ministrations, whether in pain or pleasure he still wasn't one hundred percent sure at this point.   Sawamura broke his daydream, not so casually using his right hand to untie each shoe buckle before tossing them in the vicinity of the genkan, making Kazuya’s teeth knash in the process.   “Couldn't just hand them over nicely, could you Sawamura?” He huffed out, rising from the bed to find both of the wayward shoes, placing them neatly and turning them properly to face the doorway.   “That is the least I could do, Miyuki Kazuya! Carrying me back here like an invalid when it's just a sore shoulder! It doesn't mean I can't walk on my own!”   He turned back to see Sawamura frozen in place mid-yell. Eyes firmly shut, a flush creeping up the sides of his neck, in embarrassment or anger it was always so difficult to tell.   Chuckling at Sawamura’s pinched face, he walked back across the room to his desk to grab a bottle of pain relief cream. His own muscles could hurt so badly after long hours spent crouching at the plate, tensing catching muscles before throwing the ball repeatedly to other positions on the diamond. He had become extremely skilled at finding traitorous areas and kneading out the tightness on his own on more than one occasion.   “I get that, but with the way you flail around so animated all the time, who knows what you might have aggravated before I had a chance to look at it.”    He dropped lightly back down onto the bed, reaching forward to mess up Sawamura’s hair lightly giving in to the urge to let his fingers trail through the pitcher’s silken locks, sticking them up in all directions.   “Ugh, STOP!” Sawamura reached up snagging his hand in a death grip, palm noticeably sweaty and warm, calluses trailing swiftly over his fingertips before forcing them back into Kazuya’s lap. “Why are you always like this, with the teasing and the smirking and the obvious act you're putting on right now!”    Kazuya’s face fell, allowing his normal smirk to crack along the edges. Deep, deep down it always hurt just a little whenever the team, and Sawamura especially brushed off his attempts to be nice, even if it was in his own twisted way. He had learned long ago to cover up any insecurities with his trademark crooked grin. Whether upset, angered, saddened or depressed the key lesson he had learned was to hide it; never let the other person know exactly what you're thinking. Out of old habit that is exactly what he did, building a low wall from the cracked edges and just grinning even wider at Sawamura's outburst, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from the softness of Sawamura’s strands.   “Okay, okay.” He sighed deeply, regretting causing any distress appearing even briefly in Sawamura’s eyes. It frightened him just how difficult it was becoming to mask his true emotions on a daily basis. It used to be so simple to throw out a biting remark to his team mates, that was until Sawamura came along. He made a wicked attitude such a struggle to maintain against the sunshine personality blinding him on a daily basis. Kazuya was tempted to just give in to Sawamura’s strong pull, to fall into the comforting embrace of his uplifting spirit, but many on the team needed Kazuya’s own unique brand of encouragement. Something a little more sinister and foreboding to spur their energies firmly into the game.   He leaned back opening the tube and squeezing a fair sized amount of the cream onto his hands, warming the silky liquid until he stretched out his fingers to point back towards the bed.   “Okay, Sawamura. Shirt off and face down on the bed, time to see just what you've done to your shoulder.”   Kazuya watched the blush grow adorably on Sawamura’s cheeks, spreading quickly to dust on his ears before a loud retort of, “Don’t tell me what to do, Bakayuki,” while struggling to lift his jersey and tight compression shirt over his head right-handed. Finally winning the battle, he flung the offensive items to the floor before planting himself face-down.   He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of Sawamura’s tempting freckles, the deep golden tan lines setting off his thirst to touch all of the shivering skin before him.   Kazuya moved slowly, placing just his palms lightly against Sawamura’s tensed shoulder muscles. “You're still so tense, are you sure this is okay, Sawamura? I want to help, but don't want to make you uncomfortable.”   He could feel Sawamura’s shoulders bunch up under his fingers, before they slowly pushed upwards, head twisting to give a sparkling view of a burning set of amber eyes connect with his own. Sawamura’s gaze might have been intense, but the skin under Miyuki’s hands was rippling and covered in a light layer of goosebumps. His voice so abnormally subdued when he replied with, “It’s fine, Miyuki-senpai. If it's going to help the soreness, I'll welcome your touch,” before a deep flush began to spread with his words. Starting on the apples of his cheeks before traveling over his long neck and ears, stopping to dust a layer of blush against his collarbones on such an open display.    Kazuya could feel his earlier concern melting with Sawamura’s words and beautiful expression; now it was embarrassing just how obvious his previous efforts had been. If Kazuya was wrong, he could fret and heal his wounded heart later but he knew deep down his instincts were humming with the truth. I’m going to have to thank Haruichi later, he's far more intelligent than I give him credit for…   Sawamura abruptly buried his face back into the softness of Kazuya’s pillow, throwing them both forward. Kazuya’s palms pushing against smooth skin to steady himself from falling completely forward onto the boy underneath him.   He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not minding the feel of Sawamura’s skin but really wishing he would be a bit more conscious of what he was doing to avoid any accidents. “Careful now Sawamura, or we’ll both be out of action with injured shoulders.”   Kazuya shifted to Sawamura’s left side, gently kneeing him in the ribs to move away from the wall to give him more room to work with. He normally wouldn't mind straddling a team mates back to give a massage, but Sawamura seemed a bit sensitive at the moment and he wanted to try and ease some of the discomfort from the room to make it easier for him to relax.   Starting from the larger muscles, Kazuya lightly ran his hands over each of Sawamura’s shoulders to locate any obvious knots or kinks that would need loosening first before working down his back. His fingers spreading a coating of the cream as he worked, finding stubborn places on his right side to ease through first before really needing to work on Sawamura’s left shoulder.   Sawamura was so constricted in his throwing shoulder, and it was no wonder Haruichi had immediately dug into his friend’s back when he found the injuries just waiting to happen from too stiff muscles.    “Geesh, you are lucky you haven't pulled anything with how tight your throwing arm is… you need to stretch longer before and after practices, ice properly and not overdo things.” Kazuya pushed in more forcefully, feeling the tension slowly uncurl from each section of Sawamura’s upper body.   “Uhhhh…” Sawamura quietly moaned out under Kazuya’s skillful hands before asking, “Miyuki… where did you learn how to massage like this?” He took a moment to gasp out a breath with the release of a knot under Kazuya’s hands.   “Ever wonder why Jun- senpai always wanted a foot massage at camps? I had fair amounts of practice after Chris’ shoulder injury.”   Sawamura pushed himself up again by his elbows to stare intently at Kazuya’s expression, nodding slightly to continue.   “Another catcher was the easiest to train to know exactly what to look for and the normal tension points from playing in the position all day long. Chris was always the master himself until his injury,” Kazuya shuddered just remembering the dark mood the day they all found out about Chris’ serious injury and the guilt following everyone that someone, anyone hadn't noticed sooner, “ and he felt it was important to pass his talent on to a few members of the team to be able to properly find injuries ahead of time if possible. So when I was scoffing Kominato’s skills earlier, I was just concerned he might not have been using proper technique to detect and avoid any further injuries.”   Sawamura’s face melted from focused into an expression of almost reverence directed solely at him. A striking softness falling over his features as his sunshine smile took over his expression once again.   “Ah, Miyuki- senpai you do care!”    He huffed out, holding back a snicker from escaping his lips. This kid, his passion always seeming to consume everyone around him in its positive aura. It was hard not to get sucked into its pull, and drown from the sheer force of it.   “Of course I do, Bakamura,” he responded falling back into familiar habits before gently pushing against Sawamura’s shoulders to have him relax again, “now lay back down so I can finish the job and make sure no other trouble spots are hiding.”   Kazuya decided Sawamura was finally relaxed enough, he could move into his normal massage position, straddling his muscled legs and pressing his knees lightly against his toned lower body. He could feel heat radiating off Sawamura, warming the normally cool tinge to his own skin as he worked back up to his neck area with nimble fingers.   Kazuya could feel the shift of Sawamura pressing his face even more harshly into his pillow, muffled noises escaping quite regularly as he focused on certain places on Sawamura’s upper arms, and curling his fingers to wrap around and trace the freckled skin of his jutting collarbones. His craving to continue caressing all of the exposed skin under his fingertips was overwhelming, as he kneaded his way back to Sawamura’s neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers through the body trapped beneath him.   Heat was still radiating from Sawamura's skin, like the suns rays escaping slowly from being stored from practice during the day. Kazuya moved his circling fingers to the scruff at the nape of Sawamura’s neck, letting the soft hairs pull through his fingers as he rubbed with just enough pressure to cause a low rumble in the back of Sawamura’s throat. The sound causing a curse under his own breath as lower regions of his own began to swell with interest at the mewling noises being muffled from the pillow under Sawamura’s face. Why right now of all times... time for a diversion.   “This was always my favorite part of massages.” Kazuya confessed loving the feel of the chestnut hair at his fingertips and the scent of his shampoo that was being released from his attention to Sawamura’s scalp. He worked through the back of his head, feeling the body below him sink even further into the mattress, breathing slowing and heart beat becoming more regular the longer he worked. Perfect that he’s so relaxed, as I need to check over his lower back and legs while I'm at it with all the running he does, even if some more clothing has to be removed. Good thing I have practice pants on and sliding shorts…   Kazuya leaned back trailing his fingers down the knobs of Sawamura’s spine. A slow torture for the both of them with the smoothness of skin for one, and the instant pull back to wakefulness for the other. He ran his palms firmly up and down the long muscles of Sawamura’s lower back until all of the tension was removed, but knew exposed legs would be best to check for any injuries.   “Okay Sawamura, pants off! I need bare skin to feel your legs for any other injuries you might have been using to overcompensate for that stiff shoulder.”   Instantly he felt muscles coil beneath his knees and Sawamura push his face even harder into the pillow, pausing briefly before a round of rapid head shakes side to side.   What the… why are you being so stubborn now it's only removing your pants, Sawamura… Then Kazuya froze in his own thoughts. He wouldn't be able to take his own off at the moment due to his present problem, and wondered if it was the same for the pitcher still pressed tightly into the mattress below him. Well he might end up disgusted with me, or even hating me but it's now or never to test my theory.   Kazuya pushed himself back further on Sawamura’s legs, before leaning forward and slowly lowering himself flush against Sawamura’s back. The silky strands of his hair that he had run his fingers through minutes before tickling his nose and arousing the senses. The obvious bulge of his front pressed into the firm cheeks of Sawamura’s glorious ass. How Kazuya would love to press his fingers into that soft flesh and elicit a new set of noises from Sawamura’s lips, but he would be lucky to get away punch free with the stunt he was currently pulling.   “Could this be your problem why you are so reluctant to remove your pants so I can check out your legs?” He didn't even bother to hide the purr of his voice, attraction obvious with his hardness still pressed against Sawamura’s rear.   Time seemed to stand still, and Kazuya felt he had made a huge mistake shifting weight to his hands on the sides of Sawamura’s shoulders to prepare to move, before he felt it. A harsh rub back against his own hardness, cheeks seeming to mold around the outline of his cock wringing a set of cries from his own lips.         ===============================================================================       He didn't… He isn't… and yet he is…   Eijun’s brain was moving a mile a minute, even faster than the normal speed his mouth could run and scream on a daily basis. Miyuki was splayed out against his entire back, the coolness of his jersey soothing to the intense heat he could feel radiating off his own exposed skin. His skillful hands had already done their work rousing all of his senses, teasing in just the right way to cause a bit of a problem if he had to move from the bed anytime soon. Eijun had been trying to focus on his breathing, pressing his face even further into the intoxicating scent of Miyuki’s pillow to calm his nerves and heart beat thudding rapidly in his chest. Had been was the key word, until the blasted catcher with the stimulating hands had asked him to remove his pants (of all things!). He was stuck, trying to push himself as far into the mattress as he could fall before moving his head rapidly back and forth. There was no way he could move in his current state of arousal, not without giving in to Miyuki’s request and laying all of his feelings out in the open. Not even knowing if they were going to be returned in kind by the bastard catcher waiting for his response behind him.   Then he had felt Miyuki's reaction by laying his entire weight flush against his back, just as hard and turned on as himself by the stimulating massage. Eijun froze. Elated that Miyuki felt the exact same way, but his body was unwilling to move from the sheer contentment of all tightness that had evaporated from his muscles. Eijun felt the shift above him, Miyuki’s hands adjusting beside his shoulders to push up and off of his back. Don't just stay frozen, do something you moron! His inner voice screamed back at him before he responded the only way he could without talking.   He forced his legs to respond, raising his ass upwards to drag against the hardness pressed firmly against him. Miyuki’s weight more than welcome, sharp inhales and several low cries escaping from his lips before Eijun adjusted to gaze longingly over his shoulder to take in the sight of Miyuki’s flushed face. His eyes closed in bliss with each brush against the cock firmly pressed against him.   “About time you figured it out Miyuki-senpai, now we can actually do something about the tension driving me crazy.”   The room suddenly filled with Miyuki’s sharp gasps and low rumbles as Eijun continued to tease him, all of his longing and fantasizing about the appealing catcher coming through in his touch. The suggestive press of his ass working them both up in a blistering pace, the drag of the clothing between them only serving to further heighten his arousal.   He finally felt Miyuki shift forward, hands back to massaging slow circles into the nape of his neck, fingers tugging lightly at his roots before the softest press of a kiss replaced them.   “Sawamura, can I?” He could feel Miyuki’s talented fingers tickling the sensitive skin of his lower back. Rubbing outwards to latch at each hip, dipping below the restrictive belt at his waist keeping his baseball pants flush against his body. He nodded slowly, already anticipating a new feeling of those magical fingers finding new places to map out his most intricate spots.   It didn’t take Miyuki long to reach around and undo his belt in haste, the clanking of metal the only sound in the room before a teasing trace of fingers rubbed over his hardness eliciting a new set of moans into to the room. Weight again shifting as he pressed lightly into Eijun’s hip bones while skimming his pants and underwear down his legs, the soft sound of them landing somewhere on the floor to be worried about later.   Eijun felt Miyuki pushing himself up to grab something from the nightstand beside the bed, several light noises landing against the covers to his left. Shutting the drawer, he felt the shift against the bed and the familiar sound of another belt being loosened. Miyuki’s weight momentarily leaving as he heard the soft click of the lock of the dorm room door, before he was back on the bed. The brush of naked skin so electrifying as Miyuki straddled his legs.   He felt the pads of callused fingers sink once more into his lower back, kneading the flesh with a new purpose of more than just releasing tension. Light skims of fingertips causing shivers in their wake from the gentleness of their embrace.   They trailed even further downwards, cupping each globe of his ass before beginning to dig in more forcefully. Miyuki’s wondrous hands causing his cock to swell even harder trapped under his body, feeling the thickness of it just begging to be touched like the rest of his body.   Hands are replaced by lips, the soft graze of sharp teeth running back and forth along his cheeks, a tongue dashing out to wickedly sample his skin at various moments. Miyuki was driving him crazy with his lewd mouth, teasing but never pressing hard enough for any real satisfaction.    Eijun knew he needed to hear the want in his voice, the begging for a harder touch to lift away his teasing, flirting hands that had already made such a mess of him; cock growing painfully hard trapped between his body and the bed sheets below.   “Miyuki… I need more… please…”   Was all he could force out before he felt hands raising his hips from the bed, face still pressed into the pillow with muscular legs forcing his own wider apart.   Time stood still again as he felt no further movements. Eijun finally dared a glance behind him to be caught up in snare of sparking chestnut eyes. Miyuki’s face only inches from his skin, before his slow curling smirk made an appearance and Eijun was soon grasping for purchase on the sheets. The graze of those magical fingers back against his ass as Miyuki’s wicked tongue pushed in to circle around his hole.   It wasn't a shock Miyuki was just as much of a tease in bed as he was on the field. Alternating light bites of teeth with the soothing glide on his skin, except for the one place Eijun wanted him to be. He could feel the wetness growing between his cheeks, no lack of sounds from the mouth plunging into his most sensitive of places. Thumbs massaging their own patterns before spreading him wide open, tongue flicking promises against quivering skin.   “Miyuki, please…”   He could almost feel the feral grin quiver against his skin in response. Waiting for his weakest point before diving in to surprise his senses. Moistening the surface without prodding further; slow burn of heat eating away at his control piece by piece until he could no longer stand the waiting.   “ Mi-Kazuya quit teasing!” He barked out while leaning back to snake his hands in Miyuki’s wayward tresses, pushed in all directions from his efforts to focus on Eijun’s pleasure. His fingers barely making contact with bangs before Miyuki made his killing strike.   Switching from the swipe, slide and lave against Eijun’s skin, he shifted his face forward. Thumbs pulling skin wide open, baring Eijun’s hole for a fierce tongue to work its way inside. Miyuki pushing his face as close as possible, thrusting his tongue in and out in random patterns to drive Eijun crazy in the slow path to his release. The combination of touch and the sounds of Miyuki wetly eating him out only heightening his arousal. The alternating swirling, sucking and humming sending him clutching the sheets once again.   Eijun collapsed even more forward, lost in the pleasurable haze of Miyuki’s skillful mouth as his right hand finally made contact with Eijun’s swollen cock. His pace matching the thrust of his tongue inside, growing more demanding with each whimper and moan escaping Eijun’s mouth.    So close… only to be denied at the last instant. Miyuki’s fingers clenching tightly around the base of his cock to stop the impending orgasm, tongue quickly removed from its plunging and licking.   “I am going to kill you. How could you just stop and leave me hanging like this!”    Eijun tried in vain to struggle back against Miyuki’s hold, to make his mouth return to its previous motions and hand loosen around his throbbing erection. Miyuki had the advantage again laying his weight against Eijun’s lower half, only slowly, teasingly moving his hand once he felt Eijun slump forward in a show of defeat. Starting a whole new round of moans before the pressure was suddenly gone just as quickly as it had started.   “My hands, arms and shoulders are tired from helping you out,” Miyuki tsked, using his leverage to grab onto Eijun’s hips to flip their positions, “so now it's your turn to take care of me. I need to relax too you know.”   That maddening grin was back plastered across Miyuki’s face, igniting a spark within Eijun for sweet revenge of just what he would do in return.    "First things first, Kazuya…” he watched as a shiver went through the boy now trapped beneath him, licking his lips at the sound of his given name, “… time to finish stripping, senpai.”   No other encouragement was needed as Miyuki plucked the glasses off his face, folding them carefully before placing them on the night stand. Eijun’s busy hands taking hold of the buttons on Miyuki’s practice jersey, popping them deliberately slowly until Miyuki’s hands joined the game, tearing it off before doing the same to the tight compression shirt to land beside the bed.   “Now you know how it feels, being teased…”   Eijun’s hands ran down the sweat dotted muscles of Miyuki’s front, brushing across a nipple and finding a tender spot near his hip just above his underwear he had kept on even after shedding his pants. Fingers brushing along the band repeatedly, above where Miyuki wanted to be touched the most. Hands slowly reaching down to assist Eijun before he stopped him in his tracks. Right hand reaching up to lock Miyuki’s hands firmly above his head, although this also placed their faces far too close together. Blush running rampant with just how lush Miyuki’s lips looked up close, flush spread across his cheeks and eyes glowing with silent promises.   He couldn't resist any longer snared by the trap of Miyuki’s glowing eyes, leaning even further down until their noses touched. Pausing as the small twist of a grin made its way onto the catcher’s features before he pressed forward the last small remaining distance.   The kiss was everything Eijun thought it would be, and more at the same time. All Miyuki’s silent praises locked into the biting slide of his tongue against chapped lips. Encouragements sealed against their lips through heat and pressure, mumbles and moans stolen in the battle for air before they both broke apart panting.   Red blooming on Miyuki’s bitten lips as he swayed his hips back and forth under Eijun, pleading without needing to say a word for him to get on with it.    Eijun kept the hands trapped with his right as his left hand ventured downwards to dip briefly into Miyuki’s navel. Fingers running lightly across the hairs starting just below before dipping to tease his clenching muscles. He circled Miyuki’s hardness in the fabric of his underwear, creating a slow burning friction across the heated skin without any relief, looking back at Miyuki’s closed eyes gasping at his lack of control.   Eijun slowly released Miyuki’s wrists in favor of lowering himself down his body, hands cupping around Miyuki’s straining erection before pressing his swollen lips against his hardness. Wetting the fabric around him, pressing his tongue firmly against Miyuki’s enclosed cock.    He felt those dangerous hands weave into his hair, gently massaging his scalp in such pleasurable ways. Fingers circling and clenching in time with his tongue, the smell of him so arousing he just had to be closer biting the band near Miyuki’s hip to drag the offending garment off his hips, and down a pair of chiseled legs to be kicked off near the end of the bed.   Then Eijun noticed the items Miyuki had previously dropped into the bed, his own grin spreading on his face as he reached for the small bottle of clear liquid. Miyuki responded by spreading his legs invitingly, curved smirk still present on his face but with a softer edge. His hand slowly moving downwards towards his cock swollen against his stomach and already starting to leak pre-cum, before Eijun again grabbed his wrist in frustration.   “Need any instruction using that,” Miyuki purred, not seeming to mind one bit at being caught in the snare of Eijun’s hands once again.   “I think I can manage to figure it out,” releasing Miyuki’s hand before popping the cap and pouring a fair amount onto his left fingers.   Eijun could feel the want pouring off Miyuki from his reclined position. Legs splayed in invitation, and right hand running small circles over his own abdomen. Likely waiting for the chance to latch back into Eijun’s hair the first chance he had.   He met that desire head-on, lowering his head back to Miyuki’s cock before taking him in his mouth again. Fingers rubbing together to warm up the lube before spreading his cheeks to massage the liquid against his hole. This time pushing a digit in slowly syncopated with the slow bob of his head, tasting Miyuki’s excitement on his tongue the more he pressed in with his slender finger.   Once he seemed comfortable with one, Eijun worked in another finger spreading him wider and twisting him more open before adding a third. One of Miyuki’s hands grasping at Eijun’s head while the other tried to bite back his moans with the pleasure of it all. Eijun popping off Miyuki’s hard cock and pulling out his sticky fingers to lunge for a condom beside him on the bed.   He felt weight shift below him again once he located the wrapper, tearing it open in haste before starting to slip it onto his own hardness, only to be stopped by Miyuki’s fingers. Eijun locked eyes, amber with intense chestnut before Miyuki quickly closed the gap mashing their mouths together once more. Trust pouring through the connection with the battle of lips and tongue, small nips and bites exchanged in pleasure.   Miyuki was the one to pull away, Eijun chasing the warmth of his lips as his attention went elsewhere. Miyuki’s body lowering to blow warm air on Eijun’s straining cock, before looking shamelessly back up at him. Tongue sticking out to trace the vein on the underside until he reached the rubber covered tip, mouth surrounding the condom to slowly push it down Eijun’s length. Heat surrounding him entirely as Miyuki took him deep into his throat to the base before sucking hard, far too worked up with the feeling of his mouth and just how it would compare once he was deep inside.   After a couple slow bobs, Miyuki released him to fall back against the bed, grasping Eijun’s hips to fall with him into the softness of the bed. Eijun purposely forgoing his lips to nip and suckle at the exposed skin of Miyuki's neck. Attacking the splay of each collarbone to drive Miyuki into even more of a frenzy. Hand rubbing lightly against a pert nipple, while he worked his way upwards with his mouth to suck on Miyuki’s ears and show just how scathing his own tongue could be.    Eijun worked his way back down to Miyuki’s jaw before placing a light press against the smile curving the catcher’s lips. Mouths finally connecting again, lips opening to taste each other fully while Eijun slowly shifted his weight; the press of his cock against Miyuki teasing before he slowly began to sink inside. Eating up Miyuki’s moans like wine as his tongue pushed even further into his mouth.   Once Eijun was fully inside, Miyuki ran his hands across the pitcher’s broad shoulders, lightly scratching marks down his back to firmly again grab his ass and knead into the flesh; silently pleading for Eijun to move against the growing pressure.   He again released Miyuki’s lips, knowing they were swollen and red from repeated bites and soothing runs of tongue to stare him down.   “What do you need, Kazuya?” Of course he knew just what the stubborn catcher wanted, but he had to ask for it after his earlier teasing.   The curve of lips is all he received in reply before the clenching of Miyuki’s inner muscles around him. A hand drifting lower to trace where they were joined, to try and drive him mad and force him to move into action. Eijun was having none of that.   He leaned forward again latching onto the smooth skin of Miyuki’s chest biting lightly, before switching tactics to sucking the sensitive skin, working towards leaving a purple bruise as a brilliant reminder on his skin. Trailing his tongue up the long line of Miyuki’s neck to again whisper in his ear, “What do you need, senpai?”   Again receiving no audible reply, he swirled his tongue into Kazuya’s ear thrilled at the moans and whimpers falling from his mouth, and the light pushing of his hips as he tried to get Eijun to move inside him. Finally, Miyuki’s control bursting as he mumbled into the air.   “I need your mouth on my skin to drive me crazy... your cock to fill me up and pound me into ecstasy... fuck, I just need you, Eijun.”  Eijun pulled back to see the intense need in Miyuki’s eyes. His need for movement and for his release to come swiftly without any other teasing.  He raised Miyuki’s legs onto his shoulders, not caring one bit for the tightness in them from earlier and only thinking of giving Miyuki pleasure. Slowly and carefully pulling out, only to drive back into to the hilt for his first thrust. Building a steady rhythm that had Miyuki grasping at his arms, at the sheets, at his own skin. The sounds of sex intensifying as Eijun picked up his pace, loving to hear the escalating cries from the back of Miyuki’s throat. Grinning with the satisfying smack his balls made as he thrust repeatedly as deep inside Miyuki as he could be.   He knows Miyuki’s close when he can feel the shudder in his limbs, the quickening of his breaths as it becomes almost unbearably tight inside him. Balancing on his right, he takes Miyuki’s cock into his hand, spreading the generous amount of wetness with his fingers until slick. Matching the twist of his wrist to every firm smack against Miyuki’s ass.   As they both get closer right on the edge and about to crest over, Eijun deals the final blow, “I want to make you feel good, Kazuya. Come for me and finish your massage inside and out. I want to feel your muscles clench around me; all your tension just let go…”   The very thing Miyuki needed to fall over the edge, spilling streaks of white against his stomach and Eijun’s hand, as his fingers dug into freckled shoulders. A reward of Miyuki’s cries into the room while he shuddered uncontrollably, walls tightening maddeningly around Eijun. He only lasts a few more erratic thrusts, before he too was pulled over the edge. Crying out as his hips jerked forward. Collapsing his full weight on top of Miyuki once his legs could no longer take the strain.   “So heavy…” but Miyuki made no immediate move to push Eijun off of him. Eijun pulling out once softened, to tie the condom and toss it neatly into the trash before sprawling on Miyuki once again, his warmth doing wonders to ease the ache in all of their bones.   “Do you feel relaxed now?” Miyuki replied teasingly, “Can you see why massages are so important?”   Eijun pushed himself up onto an elbow taking in the well defined shape of Miyuki’s abs before moving his gaze back to those striking eyes and replying, “Of course, Kazuya, but I think I’ll need a few more sessions to be fully convinced of their effectiveness.”   Or the story of how Miyuki found himself being Eijun’s personal masseur and not minding one bit. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!