Oofuri, "Unwise," Abe/Mihashi, hard R
Fourth commission for shirono! I wrote this after powering all of Ookiku Furikabutte season 2 in ... uh, two days. GOOD SHIT. How did I manage to not find out about the massive spoiler at the end of the second season? Jaw-dropping, really, both the spoiler and my not knowing about it ahead of time.
I hope this fits the bill for what you were asking, dear. I’ve actually never really made out with anyone, so kissing is difficult for me to write. Fortunately, I think Abe and Mihashi would be THE MOST AWKWARD kissers of all time, so experience isn't really necessary. *laughs*
The prompt: “Abe and Mihashi, lying next to one another at night during training camp, share a few intense, scary, burning little kisses, wordlessly. They end up with erections but hide that fact from the other. (Focus on the kissing. NO TALKING. Looking for intensity.)”
I hope you like it, dear!
Unwise
by mistr3ss Quickly
There are a host of reasons for two young men to not kiss each other while sharing a communal sleeping room with a dozen of their teammates sleeping close by. That's what Abe tells himself, over and over. Tells himself he should tell Mihashi, over and over until one of them has enough sense to stop kissing and go to sleep like the rest of the team.
First and foremost, it’s dangerous-the futon are old and worn thin from too many years of use, the floor underneath softened only a little by the tatami mats. Carelessness borne of haste or desire could lead to a bruise or a pinched nerve in a pitcher's arms, especially a pitcher as bony as Mihashi, and that could blossom into a serious injury, especially if Mihashi tries to ignore it in favor of training with the rest of the team.
Secondly, it’s stupid-it’s fairly late at night, well past bedtime, especially for someone who’s spent the day running and pitching and batting and stretching. Mihashi needs his rest, needs to be sharp for the rest of training camp, needs to be well-rested by the time the fall championships start up. He has enough trouble sleeping, as it is. Doesn’t need the distraction of kissing and touching contributing to his bad habits.
And finally-it’s frustrating. Good, certainly. But no matter how fucking good it feels to kiss Mihashi, to feel Mihashi’s palm pressing warm though his shirt, Mihashi gripping desperately at him, panting quietly into the kisses they share, it can’t go anywhere, can’t turn into anything more. Can’t become a quick grope, a sloppy handjob under the covers. Certainly can’t become more than that, can’t turn into the blowjob Abe’s been fantasizing all summer about trying on his pitcher.
He’s so hard it hurts. Barely has the willpower to push Mihashi’s hand away when he feels it drifting down, a little hesitant but obviously going for his erection.
Barely.
Mihashi sighs into his mouth and moves his hand back up to Abe’s side, safer territory. Presses forward, taking the lead, moving his tongue like Abe moves his when they’re kissing, like he's not entirely sure of himself, just copying Abe because he likes how it feels. A little awkward, but still good. Passionate, if nothing else. Honest and filthy and wonderful.
Abe’s cock jerks. He pulls away from the kiss, scolding himself mentally for allowing things to progress as far as they’ve gotten. Licks his lips, takes a deep breath.
We should go to sleep, now, he’s getting ready to say. Quietly, of course, but forcefully, so Mihashi will listen to him, take him seriously.
He manages to get his mouth open. Kind of. Doesn’t get much further before Mihashi’s on him, pressing him down. Kissing him, hard and sloppy. Kneeling over him, hips twisted awkwardly like he’s embarrassed for having an erection and thinks he can hide it from Abe if he does his best to look like a pretzel while they kiss.
Weirdo, Abe thinks, despite his body's very strong, very positive reaction to the weirdo twisting over him, breathing hard. Probably better not to think about it too much, he decides. Better to focus on kissing back, on easing Mihashi back so that he’s less likely to strain his wrists, holding himself up. Less likely to damage his fingers if Mizutani rolls over onto them or something, if Abe's too distracted to see it coming and save Mihashi's precious pitching hand.
Mizutani ... he’s not the deepest sleeper. If he wakes up and hears us-
Abe rolls them, sudden panic mixing perfectly with arousal, making it worse, or better-he doesn't care. He presses Mihashi close to the wall, kisses his surprised unf! quiet. Mihashi’s cock is digging into his hip, his own cock happily nestled between his body and Mihashi’s leg, which is good-incredibly good-but he's too busy pulling away from the kiss to listen for signs of consciousness to properly enjoy it. He can hear Mihashi breathing, shallow little breaths that aren't the best for oxygenating his muscles. Hears no sound from Mizutani or anyone else. Nothing but Tajima’s whiffling snore, the rustle of the blankets as Hanai shifts, restless as ever. The faint squeak of the floorboards when Mihashi rocks his hips, rubbing just ri-
Abe grimaces. Pushes himself away from his pitcher with every once of self-restraint and masochism he built up over the years he caught pitches for Haruna. He presses a kiss to Mihashi’s hand-so warm, God that would feel good on my cock right now-when Mihashi reaches for him. Escapes to the bathroom to glare his cock back where it belongs before Mihashi can do anything to further weaken his resolve to not hump his pitcher until they both wake the entire room, coming.
It takes longer than he expects. Leaves him annoyed, too, because he has to give in and jerk off before his cock will calm down and let him think rationally. Doesn’t take long at all for him to find his completion once he does give in, either, eyes closed and imagination full of things Mihashi would probably never do, things Abe's pretty sure qualify him as a complete pervert.
Mihashi’s still awake when he comes back and lies down. Still partially erect, too, but still trying to hide it. He goes rigid when Abe touches him on the shoulder, relaxes a little when Abe's hands don't move further down than his shoulders, pushing him to lie on his side, facing the wall. He shivers a little when Abe spoons up behind him, sighs like he’s just pitched a perfect game. Relaxes fully when Abe drapes an arm around him, holding him close.
Within minutes, he’s asleep, completely limp in Abe’s arms. He whines softly when Abe tries to pull his arm away, tries to change to a less incriminating sleeping posture Sounds so honestly upset about it that Abe stays where he is. It’s dangerous, sleeping so intimately with another man so close to his teammates, potentially bad for the team dynamic if the others find out he’s got a massive soft-spot for his pitcher. Stupid, to run the risk of his classmates finding out he’s into guys instead of girls, a secret he’s kept fairly well over the past two years.
Frustrating, how little he cares about getting caught. How much more important it is to make Mihashi feel good, to help him sleep.
He nuzzles the back of Mihashi’s neck, tastes the salt of Mihashi’s sweat when he presses a kiss to the strip of skin between the fringe of Mihashi’s hair and the collar of his t-shirt. They’ll both sleep better like this, he reasons, and the better they sleep, the better they can serve the team.
With that thought in mind, he closes his eyes and sleeps through the night.
Word count: 1,152
I hope this fits the bill for what you were asking, dear. I’ve actually never really made out with anyone, so kissing is difficult for me to write. Fortunately, I think Abe and Mihashi would be THE MOST AWKWARD kissers of all time, so experience isn't really necessary. *laughs*
The prompt: “Abe and Mihashi, lying next to one another at night during training camp, share a few intense, scary, burning little kisses, wordlessly. They end up with erections but hide that fact from the other. (Focus on the kissing. NO TALKING. Looking for intensity.)”
I hope you like it, dear!
Unwise
by mistr3ss Quickly
There are a host of reasons for two young men to not kiss each other while sharing a communal sleeping room with a dozen of their teammates sleeping close by. That's what Abe tells himself, over and over. Tells himself he should tell Mihashi, over and over until one of them has enough sense to stop kissing and go to sleep like the rest of the team.
First and foremost, it’s dangerous-the futon are old and worn thin from too many years of use, the floor underneath softened only a little by the tatami mats. Carelessness borne of haste or desire could lead to a bruise or a pinched nerve in a pitcher's arms, especially a pitcher as bony as Mihashi, and that could blossom into a serious injury, especially if Mihashi tries to ignore it in favor of training with the rest of the team.
Secondly, it’s stupid-it’s fairly late at night, well past bedtime, especially for someone who’s spent the day running and pitching and batting and stretching. Mihashi needs his rest, needs to be sharp for the rest of training camp, needs to be well-rested by the time the fall championships start up. He has enough trouble sleeping, as it is. Doesn’t need the distraction of kissing and touching contributing to his bad habits.
And finally-it’s frustrating. Good, certainly. But no matter how fucking good it feels to kiss Mihashi, to feel Mihashi’s palm pressing warm though his shirt, Mihashi gripping desperately at him, panting quietly into the kisses they share, it can’t go anywhere, can’t turn into anything more. Can’t become a quick grope, a sloppy handjob under the covers. Certainly can’t become more than that, can’t turn into the blowjob Abe’s been fantasizing all summer about trying on his pitcher.
He’s so hard it hurts. Barely has the willpower to push Mihashi’s hand away when he feels it drifting down, a little hesitant but obviously going for his erection.
Barely.
Mihashi sighs into his mouth and moves his hand back up to Abe’s side, safer territory. Presses forward, taking the lead, moving his tongue like Abe moves his when they’re kissing, like he's not entirely sure of himself, just copying Abe because he likes how it feels. A little awkward, but still good. Passionate, if nothing else. Honest and filthy and wonderful.
Abe’s cock jerks. He pulls away from the kiss, scolding himself mentally for allowing things to progress as far as they’ve gotten. Licks his lips, takes a deep breath.
We should go to sleep, now, he’s getting ready to say. Quietly, of course, but forcefully, so Mihashi will listen to him, take him seriously.
He manages to get his mouth open. Kind of. Doesn’t get much further before Mihashi’s on him, pressing him down. Kissing him, hard and sloppy. Kneeling over him, hips twisted awkwardly like he’s embarrassed for having an erection and thinks he can hide it from Abe if he does his best to look like a pretzel while they kiss.
Weirdo, Abe thinks, despite his body's very strong, very positive reaction to the weirdo twisting over him, breathing hard. Probably better not to think about it too much, he decides. Better to focus on kissing back, on easing Mihashi back so that he’s less likely to strain his wrists, holding himself up. Less likely to damage his fingers if Mizutani rolls over onto them or something, if Abe's too distracted to see it coming and save Mihashi's precious pitching hand.
Mizutani ... he’s not the deepest sleeper. If he wakes up and hears us-
Abe rolls them, sudden panic mixing perfectly with arousal, making it worse, or better-he doesn't care. He presses Mihashi close to the wall, kisses his surprised unf! quiet. Mihashi’s cock is digging into his hip, his own cock happily nestled between his body and Mihashi’s leg, which is good-incredibly good-but he's too busy pulling away from the kiss to listen for signs of consciousness to properly enjoy it. He can hear Mihashi breathing, shallow little breaths that aren't the best for oxygenating his muscles. Hears no sound from Mizutani or anyone else. Nothing but Tajima’s whiffling snore, the rustle of the blankets as Hanai shifts, restless as ever. The faint squeak of the floorboards when Mihashi rocks his hips, rubbing just ri-
Abe grimaces. Pushes himself away from his pitcher with every once of self-restraint and masochism he built up over the years he caught pitches for Haruna. He presses a kiss to Mihashi’s hand-so warm, God that would feel good on my cock right now-when Mihashi reaches for him. Escapes to the bathroom to glare his cock back where it belongs before Mihashi can do anything to further weaken his resolve to not hump his pitcher until they both wake the entire room, coming.
It takes longer than he expects. Leaves him annoyed, too, because he has to give in and jerk off before his cock will calm down and let him think rationally. Doesn’t take long at all for him to find his completion once he does give in, either, eyes closed and imagination full of things Mihashi would probably never do, things Abe's pretty sure qualify him as a complete pervert.
Mihashi’s still awake when he comes back and lies down. Still partially erect, too, but still trying to hide it. He goes rigid when Abe touches him on the shoulder, relaxes a little when Abe's hands don't move further down than his shoulders, pushing him to lie on his side, facing the wall. He shivers a little when Abe spoons up behind him, sighs like he’s just pitched a perfect game. Relaxes fully when Abe drapes an arm around him, holding him close.
Within minutes, he’s asleep, completely limp in Abe’s arms. He whines softly when Abe tries to pull his arm away, tries to change to a less incriminating sleeping posture Sounds so honestly upset about it that Abe stays where he is. It’s dangerous, sleeping so intimately with another man so close to his teammates, potentially bad for the team dynamic if the others find out he’s got a massive soft-spot for his pitcher. Stupid, to run the risk of his classmates finding out he’s into guys instead of girls, a secret he’s kept fairly well over the past two years.
Frustrating, how little he cares about getting caught. How much more important it is to make Mihashi feel good, to help him sleep.
He nuzzles the back of Mihashi’s neck, tastes the salt of Mihashi’s sweat when he presses a kiss to the strip of skin between the fringe of Mihashi’s hair and the collar of his t-shirt. They’ll both sleep better like this, he reasons, and the better they sleep, the better they can serve the team.
With that thought in mind, he closes his eyes and sleeps through the night.
Word count: 1,152