Oofuri, "A Good Boy," Abe/Mihashi, NC-17
Third commission for shirono! I liked writing this one. Well, I liked writing the others, too, don't get me wrong, but this one was the most fun. Came to me the most easily, too, I think.
In other words: I adore writing Abe. He is fun.
Oh, the prompt: "Abe is sleeping over at Mihashi's house, and (again without any talking) Abe spoons behind him and reaches around to jerk Mihashi off. Abe's erection pressing against Mihashi's butt should be mentioned (possibly what get's Mihashi aroused?) Then they fall asleep (Abe does not relieve himself)."
Hope you like it, dear! ♥
A Good Boy
by mistr3ss Quickly
Mihashi's mother calls Abe "such a good boy" when Abe shows up on her doorstep, Saturday evening after practice with her son's arm around his shoulder, keeping weight off of her son's newly sprained ankle. Calls him "such a good friend" when he snarls an explanation about Tajima and rough-housing in the clubhouse after practice. Calls him an "good teammate" when he sticks around to change the ice-pack on Mihashi's ankle every fifteen minutes and help Mihashi stretch his arms, checking with each new stretch to make sure Mihashi's not in any pain.
She calls his parents when he falls asleep, sitting with Mihashi in Mihashi's bed, talking through their strategies for the upcoming match against the neighboring prefecture's best team. Abe kind of hears her talking on the phone outside Mihashi's bedroom, catches walked him all the way home and looked like he needed his rest, poor thing and decides to stay where he is, warm and comfortable and several neighborhoods away from the teasing he's inevitably going to face from his father when he does go home.
Besides. Mihashi's hurt. Needs him. Might do something stupid and hurt himself worse if he doesn't have Abe around to keep an eye on him.
So he curls up behind his pitcher, lets his arm fall comfortably around Mihashi's waist. He can feel Mihashi breathing, steady and slow and calm in a way Mihashi never is when he's awake. Feels the heat coming off of him, the back of Mihashi's neck warm and a little sweaty when he kisses it.
Mihashi stirs. Licks his lips. Sighs. Abe kisses him again. Moves his hand to rub Mihashi's belly, careful to keep his fingers together, his touch firm enough that it won't tickle, won't wake Mihashi from the sleep he needs in order to pitch well.
He stops rubbing only a moment later when his wrist bumps against something warm and soft, pushing up from the front of Mihashi's shorts. Moves his hand lower, confirming that it is, in fact, the tip of Mihashi's cock he's feeling, fully hard already, twitching a little when he drags his fingertips down the length of it, then back up again, circling the head.
His own cock jerks in response. He's touched Mihashi's cock only once before, hasn't had the chance to touch it again since then, but he's thought about it plenty, jerked off thinking about it more times than he cares to admit, even to himself. The thought of getting to touch Mihashi again, of seeing and feeling Mihashi shiver and stiffen and come again-
He gives Mihashi's length an experimental squeeze. Swallows a groan when Mihashi's hips push forward into his grip, clumsy and graceless. Rubs his hand up the length when Mihashi sighs and pushes forward again, sleepily humping his palm, showing none of his usual shyness, none of the irritating hesitance he had the last time Abe wanted to molest him.
Probably thinks he's alone and having a wet dream, Abe thinks, the edge of annoyance cutting in, relieving some of the nearly painful arousal building in his system. Wonder what it would take to make him act like this when he's awake. Alcohol, maybe? That's no good, he'd probably just fall asleep if he drank, and it'd be bad for his game if he had a hangover afterwards. Damn.
He sighs and kisses the back of Mihashi's neck, bites at the skin a little, the fringe at the nape of Mihashi's neck tickling his nose. It took Mihashi nearly two full years to come out of his shell and start discussing baseball strategy with his catcher without stuttering himself and everyone else into a fit, no matter how many times Abe ordered-begged-him to just chill out and say what was on his mind. Abe figures it'll take just as long for him to get over himself in the bedroom. Decides, with no small amount of glee, that kissing and touching his pitcher more frequently might speed things up, and even if it doesn't-
Mihashi whimpers softly, pushing more insistently at Abe's palm. Abe swallows and pushes his fantasies from his mind, focuses on the task at hand, blindly working Mihashi's cock out of the slit in his boxers, wrapping his hand fully around it, feeling the heat of it, the weight of it in his hand. He's wet already when Abe pulls at him, thumb rubbing over the tip. Trembling when Abe stops to spit into his hand, then slides it up again, settling into a slow, steady rhythm.
Actually touching is so much better than fantasizing about touching, Abe decides, twisting his hand a little, the way he does when he's working himself, imagining that it's Mihashi's cock in his hand or Mihashi's hand on his cock rather than his own hand working himself like he's a pervert or something. Mihashi's bigger than he is, thicker. Feels amazing in his hand, Mihashi rocking forward just enough to help Abe set a rhythm, telling him when to speed up, when to handle him more roughly, working him from breathless and tense to coming all over the sheets in a matter of minutes.
Which makes a mess, but Abe honestly doesn't care because the soft, choked sound Mihashi makes when he comes, the way he goes stiff and gasps in complete pleasure ...
Abe kisses him on the neck. Strokes him a few more times, working the last few dribbles of semen out into the mess he's already made. Slips out of bed to look for a box of tissues-why are they not over here, does he not jerk off in bed ever?-and finds them on the other side of the room, grabs a handful.
The way Mihashi's looking at him-fully awake, penis still hanging out of his boxers-when he turns around startles him, makes him jump. Makes him blush a bit as he watches Mihashi tuck himself back into his clothing, Mihashi offering him a shy smile when he stops watching and looks up.
No stuttered apologies. No teary-eyed anxiety attacks. He looks happy. Relaxed. A little messy, but nothing the tissues in Abe's hand won't fix.
Abe crosses the room and kisses him, drops the tissues onto the streaks of come soaking into the sheet. Hushes Mihashi's stuttered offer to return the favor with an order for Mihashi to lie down and go back to sleep, Mihashi obeying without hesitation when Abe climbs back into bed beside him.
He feels Mihashi's fingers wandering down his belly to the front of his shorts. Nearly gives in to the temptation of allowing it, more fantasies than he cares to admit he has coming to mind when Mihashi finds the tip of his cock, mostly softened but getting interested again, and starts to rub. But Mihashi's injured and needs his rest, needs to focus on taking care of himself, so Abe bats him away, laces their fingers together when Mihashi looks at him like he's expecting to be scolded.
"Later," Abe whispers. "Go to sleep, for now."
Mihashi nods furiously, then goes limp, doing his best to obey. Looks ridiculous.
Abe sighs and closes his eyes. Later, he promises himself, his cock stiffening fully. Definitely going to do this again later.
Word count: 1,214
In other words: I adore writing Abe. He is fun.
Oh, the prompt: "Abe is sleeping over at Mihashi's house, and (again without any talking) Abe spoons behind him and reaches around to jerk Mihashi off. Abe's erection pressing against Mihashi's butt should be mentioned (possibly what get's Mihashi aroused?) Then they fall asleep (Abe does not relieve himself)."
Hope you like it, dear! ♥
A Good Boy
by mistr3ss Quickly
Mihashi's mother calls Abe "such a good boy" when Abe shows up on her doorstep, Saturday evening after practice with her son's arm around his shoulder, keeping weight off of her son's newly sprained ankle. Calls him "such a good friend" when he snarls an explanation about Tajima and rough-housing in the clubhouse after practice. Calls him an "good teammate" when he sticks around to change the ice-pack on Mihashi's ankle every fifteen minutes and help Mihashi stretch his arms, checking with each new stretch to make sure Mihashi's not in any pain.
She calls his parents when he falls asleep, sitting with Mihashi in Mihashi's bed, talking through their strategies for the upcoming match against the neighboring prefecture's best team. Abe kind of hears her talking on the phone outside Mihashi's bedroom, catches walked him all the way home and looked like he needed his rest, poor thing and decides to stay where he is, warm and comfortable and several neighborhoods away from the teasing he's inevitably going to face from his father when he does go home.
Besides. Mihashi's hurt. Needs him. Might do something stupid and hurt himself worse if he doesn't have Abe around to keep an eye on him.
So he curls up behind his pitcher, lets his arm fall comfortably around Mihashi's waist. He can feel Mihashi breathing, steady and slow and calm in a way Mihashi never is when he's awake. Feels the heat coming off of him, the back of Mihashi's neck warm and a little sweaty when he kisses it.
Mihashi stirs. Licks his lips. Sighs. Abe kisses him again. Moves his hand to rub Mihashi's belly, careful to keep his fingers together, his touch firm enough that it won't tickle, won't wake Mihashi from the sleep he needs in order to pitch well.
He stops rubbing only a moment later when his wrist bumps against something warm and soft, pushing up from the front of Mihashi's shorts. Moves his hand lower, confirming that it is, in fact, the tip of Mihashi's cock he's feeling, fully hard already, twitching a little when he drags his fingertips down the length of it, then back up again, circling the head.
His own cock jerks in response. He's touched Mihashi's cock only once before, hasn't had the chance to touch it again since then, but he's thought about it plenty, jerked off thinking about it more times than he cares to admit, even to himself. The thought of getting to touch Mihashi again, of seeing and feeling Mihashi shiver and stiffen and come again-
He gives Mihashi's length an experimental squeeze. Swallows a groan when Mihashi's hips push forward into his grip, clumsy and graceless. Rubs his hand up the length when Mihashi sighs and pushes forward again, sleepily humping his palm, showing none of his usual shyness, none of the irritating hesitance he had the last time Abe wanted to molest him.
Probably thinks he's alone and having a wet dream, Abe thinks, the edge of annoyance cutting in, relieving some of the nearly painful arousal building in his system. Wonder what it would take to make him act like this when he's awake. Alcohol, maybe? That's no good, he'd probably just fall asleep if he drank, and it'd be bad for his game if he had a hangover afterwards. Damn.
He sighs and kisses the back of Mihashi's neck, bites at the skin a little, the fringe at the nape of Mihashi's neck tickling his nose. It took Mihashi nearly two full years to come out of his shell and start discussing baseball strategy with his catcher without stuttering himself and everyone else into a fit, no matter how many times Abe ordered-begged-him to just chill out and say what was on his mind. Abe figures it'll take just as long for him to get over himself in the bedroom. Decides, with no small amount of glee, that kissing and touching his pitcher more frequently might speed things up, and even if it doesn't-
Mihashi whimpers softly, pushing more insistently at Abe's palm. Abe swallows and pushes his fantasies from his mind, focuses on the task at hand, blindly working Mihashi's cock out of the slit in his boxers, wrapping his hand fully around it, feeling the heat of it, the weight of it in his hand. He's wet already when Abe pulls at him, thumb rubbing over the tip. Trembling when Abe stops to spit into his hand, then slides it up again, settling into a slow, steady rhythm.
Actually touching is so much better than fantasizing about touching, Abe decides, twisting his hand a little, the way he does when he's working himself, imagining that it's Mihashi's cock in his hand or Mihashi's hand on his cock rather than his own hand working himself like he's a pervert or something. Mihashi's bigger than he is, thicker. Feels amazing in his hand, Mihashi rocking forward just enough to help Abe set a rhythm, telling him when to speed up, when to handle him more roughly, working him from breathless and tense to coming all over the sheets in a matter of minutes.
Which makes a mess, but Abe honestly doesn't care because the soft, choked sound Mihashi makes when he comes, the way he goes stiff and gasps in complete pleasure ...
Abe kisses him on the neck. Strokes him a few more times, working the last few dribbles of semen out into the mess he's already made. Slips out of bed to look for a box of tissues-why are they not over here, does he not jerk off in bed ever?-and finds them on the other side of the room, grabs a handful.
The way Mihashi's looking at him-fully awake, penis still hanging out of his boxers-when he turns around startles him, makes him jump. Makes him blush a bit as he watches Mihashi tuck himself back into his clothing, Mihashi offering him a shy smile when he stops watching and looks up.
No stuttered apologies. No teary-eyed anxiety attacks. He looks happy. Relaxed. A little messy, but nothing the tissues in Abe's hand won't fix.
Abe crosses the room and kisses him, drops the tissues onto the streaks of come soaking into the sheet. Hushes Mihashi's stuttered offer to return the favor with an order for Mihashi to lie down and go back to sleep, Mihashi obeying without hesitation when Abe climbs back into bed beside him.
He feels Mihashi's fingers wandering down his belly to the front of his shorts. Nearly gives in to the temptation of allowing it, more fantasies than he cares to admit he has coming to mind when Mihashi finds the tip of his cock, mostly softened but getting interested again, and starts to rub. But Mihashi's injured and needs his rest, needs to focus on taking care of himself, so Abe bats him away, laces their fingers together when Mihashi looks at him like he's expecting to be scolded.
"Later," Abe whispers. "Go to sleep, for now."
Mihashi nods furiously, then goes limp, doing his best to obey. Looks ridiculous.
Abe sighs and closes his eyes. Later, he promises himself, his cock stiffening fully. Definitely going to do this again later.
Word count: 1,214