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They haven’t talked, really talked, in ages. Riou realizes this, somewhat belatedly, as he lifts Junta’s hips and legs so that he can slide his member into the prepared entrance.

Junta gasps and whimpers, sounds that only feed the younger boy’s arousal. The dark-haired pitcher writhes under his friend, his catcher, his partner. His knees grip Riou’s waist tightly as his hands fist the sheets; his eyes are screwed up - with pain? or pleasure - as Riou enters him. Every action, every expression screams want.

But he never says the words.

When they come later, Junta first, Riou shortly after, Junta’s shout is wordless.

xXx

Riou wonders when they stopped talking.

Everything had been wonderful before the Nishiura game. The three of them - Riou, Junta, Kazuki - had been happily discussing plans for the evening. Perhaps dinner at a family restaurant, a minor celebration for their first-round victory.

Then they lost the game. They, the A-seeds, the former champions, kicked out of the tournament by a bunch of upstart first-years from a new school. For the next week, Tousei’s baseball players retreated into their shells, licking their wounds. The news of Nishiura’s subsequent wins was met with barely more than apathy. Their summer was over. No matter what happened to those who had beaten them - whether they went to Koushien or were knocked out in the next round - that didn’t change the fact that this baseball season, for them at least, was over.

At last, the players got themselves together again. They returned to the fields and resumed training, but with the third-years bowing out much earlier than predicted, there was a scramble to reorganize the team. And to heap insult upon injury, they were soon greeted by the news that Nishiura had been defeated in the fifth round by Bijou, by a cruel margin of five runs. Junta’s expression had been so stark it scared Riou - it made him feel guilty for seeing so raw an emotion.

It was after practice that day that Riou first kissed Junta.

Kazuki didn’t see them. He wasn’t there. He had never shown up at the grounds at all after the Nishiura game. Riou was sure that Roka had talked to Kazuki, resulting in the defeat of Nishiura, but didn’t bother to ask. His brother wasn’t the best of conversationalist. In any case, Kazuki had, to all effects and purposes, walked out of Riou and Junta’s lives.

Because really, what is there in common between the three of them apart from baseball? Leaving baseball was nothing different from leaving them. Riou’s mind knows that Kazuki has the university entrance exams to study for, and understands that he wouldn’t have given up baseball for anything less than these exams whose results effectively decide one’s future. Yet the younger boy’s heart cannot shake off the niggling feeling that he has been abandoned by Kazuki, and from the lost look on Junta’s face, he isn’t alone.

Riou is Junta’s new catcher. Every time he puts on the protective gear, he feels a dull ache, remembering that Kazuki has worn this same gear countless times these past years. And whenever he meets Junta’s eyes, Junta on the mound and Riou in the catcher’s box, he can see that Junta feels the pain too. Only, Junta’s pain is a sharp blade in the ribs.

Sometimes, Riou sees Kazuki from afar at school, across the hall, in the corridor in the next block. Kazuki never looks his way, at least not while he is watching him. Riou knows that Junta watches Kazuki too. He sees the parched look on the pitcher’s face, and wonders if Kazuki used to touch Junta the way Riou does now.

They stopped talking, Riou thinks, when they started using touch to convey their feelings rather than words.

Their conversations now are either baseball-related or simple things like whether they should get ice cream on the way home. Superficial.

They never talk about what they are doing, when Junta slides off his shirt with agonizing slowness, when Riou runs fascinated hands over the dark-haired boy’s torso and back, when they kiss softly, deeply, hungrily. They never talk about Kazuki. Riou tried, a few times, but Junta would change the subject, walk away or just ignore the remark. In the end it is Riou who gives up.

They never talk about why.