ES21- "Push"
Title: Push
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Jyuumonji, Kakei (Sena and Shin in the background). I guess you can see part of it as KakeixJyuu fight-sexual if you want, and light JyuuxSena love.
Word Count: 740
Warning/s: Spoilers for up to chapter 278
Summary: Kakei teaches Jyuumonji.
Dedication: juin’s request (sort of) for today’s request meme.
A/N: Ahaha this was supposed to be better than it turned out I swear.
“All he has is running,” Kakei assesses flatly that afternoon, while he and Jyuumonji watch Sena and Shin sprint their vicious ninety degree cuts around each other at the speed of light.
Jyuumonji moves to protest on instinct. “He’s got more than…”
“What I mean is that he’s the kind of idiot who won’t think about protecting himself,” Kakei clarifies. “All he’ll do is take the ball Hiruma gives him and run straight ahead with it. Even if it kills him.”
Jyuumonji slumps in the shoulders a little bit. “You noticed that too, huh?”
Kakei nods. “You’ll fix that.”
Jyuumonji blinks. “Huh? Me?”
Kakei stands up, pulls his gloves on. “Come on. You can help protect him.”
“I can?”
“Yes. I’ll show you how.” Pause. Smile. “First, I’ll show you from what.”
Jyuumonji isn’t sure he likes the sound of that.
Ten minutes later his feelings are justified when he and Kakei are crashing into each other on the field at full speed.
Jyuumonji aims for Kakei’s shoulders to stop him in his tracks; Kakei reads his intentions and steps sideways around the blond lineman in one easy, fluid motion. Then he moves to grab Jyuumonji at the waist, thinking that by upsetting the lineman’s center of balance, he’ll be able to throw him to the ground easily.
Demonstration over.
But then Jyuumonji realizes what Kakei means to do mid-step and stops his own forward momentum first, managing to take a wider stance and push backwards before Kakei can properly use his own inertia to knock him over.
Kakei is impressed; he ends up having to wrap his arms around Jyuumonji in an attempt to cut off his range of motion while using his body weight to pull the resisting blond down with. It makes for a longer demonstration than he’d initially had in mind, but even still, Kakei has the better position and better leverage; he’ll knock the younger player over eventually.
“This is how it is,” Kakei grunts into Jyuumonji’s ear, while he braces himself for the moment that Jyuumonji will buckle under the combination of Kakei’s weight and the pull of gravity.
“It…it felt like this?” Jyuumonji mutters between pants, the blond noting how tightly Kakei’s arms are wrapped around his waist, how unrelenting the press the of Kakei’s chest against his back is as they push and pull against each other. “Every time you tackled him, it was like this?”
“Worse,” Kakei acknowledges lowly, through clenched teeth. “He didn’t have the strength to fight me this much.”
Jyuumonji tenses then, and Kakei can see the sweat beading on the thick cords of the blond’s neck as he resists Kakei’s off-balancing force as fiercely as he is able. “Goddammit!” Jyuumonji growls in frustration, and Kakei finds his opening a second later, when Jyuumonji tries to twist sideways. The more experienced player moves the moment when Jyuumonji’s weight has shifted right; he lowers his head a little more and butts into Jyuumonji’s shoulder with the curve of his helmet.
Eventually, the lineman’s stance gives and he finally falls forward, though not without taking Kakei with him to the ground first.
They lie just like that for a moment afterwards, tangled up in each other and breathing heavily. Kakei can feel Jyuumonji’s ragged panting against the inside of his elbow, the trickle of sweat from Jyuumonji’s brow along his forearm.
Then, Jyuumonji grunts and shoves Kakei off of him. He rolls onto his back cursing.
For a little while after that, all they can hear are the frantic pounding of their own pulses in their ears, over the distant patter of Sena and Shin as they cut corners around each other at the speed of light. “It feels like that, huh?” Jyuumonji wheezes disbelievingly before too long, arms and shoulders shaking from exertion.
“Yes,” Kakei murmurs, surprisingly exerted himself. He thinks that Deimon players have all come a very long way in a very short amount of time. “It feels just like that. With Teitoku it will probably be worse.”
Jyuumonji seems to come to a decision when he hears that, and pushes himself to his feet again. “I’m gonna protect him,” he declares. “From that. Or worse.”
Kakei smiles crookedly and climbs to his feet as well. “You will.”
Jyuumonji immediately lines up for the next clash. “Show me how,” he says.
Kakei takes the line facing him and nods. “Yes.”
He likes the look in Jyuumonji’s eyes.
END
EDITS?
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Jyuumonji, Kakei (Sena and Shin in the background). I guess you can see part of it as KakeixJyuu fight-sexual if you want, and light JyuuxSena love.
Word Count: 740
Warning/s: Spoilers for up to chapter 278
Summary: Kakei teaches Jyuumonji.
Dedication: juin’s request (sort of) for today’s request meme.
A/N: Ahaha this was supposed to be better than it turned out I swear.
“All he has is running,” Kakei assesses flatly that afternoon, while he and Jyuumonji watch Sena and Shin sprint their vicious ninety degree cuts around each other at the speed of light.
Jyuumonji moves to protest on instinct. “He’s got more than…”
“What I mean is that he’s the kind of idiot who won’t think about protecting himself,” Kakei clarifies. “All he’ll do is take the ball Hiruma gives him and run straight ahead with it. Even if it kills him.”
Jyuumonji slumps in the shoulders a little bit. “You noticed that too, huh?”
Kakei nods. “You’ll fix that.”
Jyuumonji blinks. “Huh? Me?”
Kakei stands up, pulls his gloves on. “Come on. You can help protect him.”
“I can?”
“Yes. I’ll show you how.” Pause. Smile. “First, I’ll show you from what.”
Jyuumonji isn’t sure he likes the sound of that.
Ten minutes later his feelings are justified when he and Kakei are crashing into each other on the field at full speed.
Jyuumonji aims for Kakei’s shoulders to stop him in his tracks; Kakei reads his intentions and steps sideways around the blond lineman in one easy, fluid motion. Then he moves to grab Jyuumonji at the waist, thinking that by upsetting the lineman’s center of balance, he’ll be able to throw him to the ground easily.
Demonstration over.
But then Jyuumonji realizes what Kakei means to do mid-step and stops his own forward momentum first, managing to take a wider stance and push backwards before Kakei can properly use his own inertia to knock him over.
Kakei is impressed; he ends up having to wrap his arms around Jyuumonji in an attempt to cut off his range of motion while using his body weight to pull the resisting blond down with. It makes for a longer demonstration than he’d initially had in mind, but even still, Kakei has the better position and better leverage; he’ll knock the younger player over eventually.
“This is how it is,” Kakei grunts into Jyuumonji’s ear, while he braces himself for the moment that Jyuumonji will buckle under the combination of Kakei’s weight and the pull of gravity.
“It…it felt like this?” Jyuumonji mutters between pants, the blond noting how tightly Kakei’s arms are wrapped around his waist, how unrelenting the press the of Kakei’s chest against his back is as they push and pull against each other. “Every time you tackled him, it was like this?”
“Worse,” Kakei acknowledges lowly, through clenched teeth. “He didn’t have the strength to fight me this much.”
Jyuumonji tenses then, and Kakei can see the sweat beading on the thick cords of the blond’s neck as he resists Kakei’s off-balancing force as fiercely as he is able. “Goddammit!” Jyuumonji growls in frustration, and Kakei finds his opening a second later, when Jyuumonji tries to twist sideways. The more experienced player moves the moment when Jyuumonji’s weight has shifted right; he lowers his head a little more and butts into Jyuumonji’s shoulder with the curve of his helmet.
Eventually, the lineman’s stance gives and he finally falls forward, though not without taking Kakei with him to the ground first.
They lie just like that for a moment afterwards, tangled up in each other and breathing heavily. Kakei can feel Jyuumonji’s ragged panting against the inside of his elbow, the trickle of sweat from Jyuumonji’s brow along his forearm.
Then, Jyuumonji grunts and shoves Kakei off of him. He rolls onto his back cursing.
For a little while after that, all they can hear are the frantic pounding of their own pulses in their ears, over the distant patter of Sena and Shin as they cut corners around each other at the speed of light. “It feels like that, huh?” Jyuumonji wheezes disbelievingly before too long, arms and shoulders shaking from exertion.
“Yes,” Kakei murmurs, surprisingly exerted himself. He thinks that Deimon players have all come a very long way in a very short amount of time. “It feels just like that. With Teitoku it will probably be worse.”
Jyuumonji seems to come to a decision when he hears that, and pushes himself to his feet again. “I’m gonna protect him,” he declares. “From that. Or worse.”
Kakei smiles crookedly and climbs to his feet as well. “You will.”
Jyuumonji immediately lines up for the next clash. “Show me how,” he says.
Kakei takes the line facing him and nods. “Yes.”
He likes the look in Jyuumonji’s eyes.
END
EDITS?