Recruitment
Title: Recruitment
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: Ryohei x Yamamoto
Rating: Light R
Warnings: Yaoi and HJ. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary: Ryohei has his ways in getting Yamamoto to join the boxing club...or at least come back for more.
Yamamoto wasn't sure how he was talked into this. Instead of his usual baseball outfit, he was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and red, puffy boxing gloves (he still preferred a baseball mit when asked though).
He dodges another quick blow and manages to just escape a direct hit to his face.
"Oi, isn't that a bit much for a newbie like me, Sempai?" he flashed a smile as sweat dripped down his forehead, so grateful he avoided getting a big bruise to his cheek.
"You need to learn quick to the extreme in the boxing ring!" the hot-blooded boxer roared as he knocked his fists together. "Besides, you have extremely fast reflexes!"
Now he remembered why. Baseball practice was canceled that afternoon and it just so happened that he was at the right place at the right time. Sempai's "Join the boxing club to the extreme!!!", always voiced with great vigour, surprised him from behind. He would repeat his not so subtle requests to anyone and everyone that moves, and since Yamamoto was free today, he accepted with a nervous smile. Since he had nothing to do today, why not?
Before he knew it, he is sent down to the floor, his aching behind cushioning his fall. A bandaged fist appeared in front of his tired face, looking up as Ryohei got rid of his gloves to help the younger boy up. "Haha, I certainly can't beat someone who practices everyday!"
With Yamamato's arm over his shoulder, Ryohei carried the younger boy to the nearest seat with a big smile. He was glad he could get someone to at least step foot in the boxing club- even if it's only for one afternoon. He returned to fetch his friend a fresh towel and a bottle of water, tossing both to the panting kid, easily catching the two items like it was nothing.
"Nice catch to the extreme!"
"Boxing is a lot harder than I thought," Yamamoto chuckled in between sips, happy to know he got away from a match with Ryohei without broken teeth. "I'd have to train a lot more to ever beat you!"
"So you'll come to the club more often?!?" the boxer's eyes eagerly confronted Yamamato, who was now smiling nervously. Those eyes burned with such passion and joy, but also a hint of loneliness seeing how the club is so empty.
"Ahaha...maybe, if I wasn't so busy with baseball," Yamamoto's eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at the image of the boxer's smile turning to a frown. He heard Ryohei take a deep breathe, as if to compose himself, but was surprised when a hand was placed on his left shoulder.
"I know I can't steal you away from baseball," Ryohei's voice was strangely at a normal volume, "But let me at least give you a few more good reasons to keep coming back more to the extreme."
Yamamoto's eyes widened, gulping as the Ryohei's hand dropped down to his thigh. His bandaged hands started rubbing him in that spot, inching closer and closer towards Yamamoto's crotch. "Ah...Sempai..." Yamamato's voice sounded slightly higher than normal as any words he was about to say melted out of existence. Before he knew it, a hand slipped into his shorts, wrinkling the fabrics to grab hold off the hardness between Yamamoto's legs.
"Who says boxers don't know how to handle balls to the extreme?"
Short, fast strokes hurriedly made the baseball fan's legs turn into jelly. His breaths grew faster at the sensations in his body, his vision starting to blur. "The great thing about our uniforms is you can take it off quickly to the extreme," he heard the boxer's husky voice, quickly demonstrating his words as bandaged hands grabbed his shorts and slid them away in an instant. Admittedly, Yamamoto did like how a boxer's "uniform" showed off a lot of bare skin.
Yamamoto was seeing stars as he felt Ryohei's fist circle him like how he would in a boxing ring. It didn't take long for the skilled strokes to send him over the edge, his body still shaking and thinking how exhausted he'll be when he gets home. Ryohei only wore a stupid and smug smile, wiping the mess with the fresh towel. "If you come back for more you'll get more to the extreme!" he laughed as he patted the panting baseball boy in the back.
"Haha, looks like I'll have to visit the boxing club more often now when I'm free!"
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: Ryohei x Yamamoto
Rating: Light R
Warnings: Yaoi and HJ. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary: Ryohei has his ways in getting Yamamoto to join the boxing club...or at least come back for more.
Yamamoto wasn't sure how he was talked into this. Instead of his usual baseball outfit, he was wearing nothing but boxer shorts and red, puffy boxing gloves (he still preferred a baseball mit when asked though).
He dodges another quick blow and manages to just escape a direct hit to his face.
"Oi, isn't that a bit much for a newbie like me, Sempai?" he flashed a smile as sweat dripped down his forehead, so grateful he avoided getting a big bruise to his cheek.
"You need to learn quick to the extreme in the boxing ring!" the hot-blooded boxer roared as he knocked his fists together. "Besides, you have extremely fast reflexes!"
Now he remembered why. Baseball practice was canceled that afternoon and it just so happened that he was at the right place at the right time. Sempai's "Join the boxing club to the extreme!!!", always voiced with great vigour, surprised him from behind. He would repeat his not so subtle requests to anyone and everyone that moves, and since Yamamoto was free today, he accepted with a nervous smile. Since he had nothing to do today, why not?
Before he knew it, he is sent down to the floor, his aching behind cushioning his fall. A bandaged fist appeared in front of his tired face, looking up as Ryohei got rid of his gloves to help the younger boy up. "Haha, I certainly can't beat someone who practices everyday!"
With Yamamato's arm over his shoulder, Ryohei carried the younger boy to the nearest seat with a big smile. He was glad he could get someone to at least step foot in the boxing club- even if it's only for one afternoon. He returned to fetch his friend a fresh towel and a bottle of water, tossing both to the panting kid, easily catching the two items like it was nothing.
"Nice catch to the extreme!"
"Boxing is a lot harder than I thought," Yamamoto chuckled in between sips, happy to know he got away from a match with Ryohei without broken teeth. "I'd have to train a lot more to ever beat you!"
"So you'll come to the club more often?!?" the boxer's eyes eagerly confronted Yamamato, who was now smiling nervously. Those eyes burned with such passion and joy, but also a hint of loneliness seeing how the club is so empty.
"Ahaha...maybe, if I wasn't so busy with baseball," Yamamoto's eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at the image of the boxer's smile turning to a frown. He heard Ryohei take a deep breathe, as if to compose himself, but was surprised when a hand was placed on his left shoulder.
"I know I can't steal you away from baseball," Ryohei's voice was strangely at a normal volume, "But let me at least give you a few more good reasons to keep coming back more to the extreme."
Yamamoto's eyes widened, gulping as the Ryohei's hand dropped down to his thigh. His bandaged hands started rubbing him in that spot, inching closer and closer towards Yamamoto's crotch. "Ah...Sempai..." Yamamato's voice sounded slightly higher than normal as any words he was about to say melted out of existence. Before he knew it, a hand slipped into his shorts, wrinkling the fabrics to grab hold off the hardness between Yamamoto's legs.
"Who says boxers don't know how to handle balls to the extreme?"
Short, fast strokes hurriedly made the baseball fan's legs turn into jelly. His breaths grew faster at the sensations in his body, his vision starting to blur. "The great thing about our uniforms is you can take it off quickly to the extreme," he heard the boxer's husky voice, quickly demonstrating his words as bandaged hands grabbed his shorts and slid them away in an instant. Admittedly, Yamamoto did like how a boxer's "uniform" showed off a lot of bare skin.
Yamamoto was seeing stars as he felt Ryohei's fist circle him like how he would in a boxing ring. It didn't take long for the skilled strokes to send him over the edge, his body still shaking and thinking how exhausted he'll be when he gets home. Ryohei only wore a stupid and smug smile, wiping the mess with the fresh towel. "If you come back for more you'll get more to the extreme!" he laughed as he patted the panting baseball boy in the back.
"Haha, looks like I'll have to visit the boxing club more often now when I'm free!"