Shared Interests

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I got sick of trying to figure out anonymous posting on LiveJournal so I put it here.
(I'm cosplaycat over there as well if you want to know.)

Also; please review, as it makes me want to write.

In the days preceding the Christmas Bowl, Ikkyu and Monta had really grown close. Monta was never one to brag over beating Ikkyu in the Naga’s game, and Ikkyu was never one to hold grudges, so they got along fine. Catching was their biggest common ground, but after practicing together for a few weeks, the pair had discovered that they had similar taste in movies, clothes and food (except bananas.)

Practice was finally over one Friday night with a whistle from Doburoku on the sidelines. The tired boys trekked to the clubhouse to change, filing out slowly and going their separate ways. Monta caught up to his partner, giving him a tug on the sleeve, “Hey, there’s a ballgame on tonight; wanna come over my house n’ watch?”

Ikkyu gave it a moments thought, then nodded, extending a hand, “Lead the way.”

The two boys walked quickly, stopping once at a convenience store to pick up snacks. Monta unlocked his apartment, frowning at the darkness.

“Geeze Mom; I told her to leave a light on when she’s going out. We’re gonna get robbed one of these days.” He stepped inside and made room for Ikkyu to follow. “Sorry about the mess, tomorrow’s laundry day,” He apologized as he picked his way around the piles of discarded clothes in the hall.

Ikkyu chuckled, “This is nothing, you should see the dorms. The stench is freakin’ unbearable since no one does laundry until they really have to. But wait,” he stopped in the hall, “Is your Mother going to be home soon, because I really don’t think we’ll have enough for all three of us.” He explained, looking down at the bags in his hands.

Monta continued through the house, “Naw. If she’s not here then she’ll probably be out playing pachinko all night. She’ll wander in around four when the last one closes.” Satisfied with this, the Nagas receiver again followed his friend into the empty house.

Monta stepped into his room, dropping his bags in a corner and heading for the TV. Ikkyu bowed in, taking a minute to get a good look at the bedroom; bookshelves, a desk and a bedroll mostly. Honjou’s glove sat proudly on top of the TV. Ikkyu lifted it gingerly, turning it over in his hands. Feeling Monta’s eyes on him he quickly replaced it, scrambling again as a t-shirt fell instead. He caught it easily, and was surprised at the flowery scent that floated up to him. Cautiously, he brought it to his face, pulling the scent deeply into his nose. Monta gasped and closed the distance between them, snatching the shirt from Ikkyu, “That’s, that’s nothing, nothing at all! S’not like I’ve got one of Mamori-san’s shirts in here!”

Ikkyu’s head turned sharply at the sound of her name. Apparently they shared a preference for girls as well. “You like Anezaki-san too?”

Monta blushed, carefully refolding the shirt, “Well, yeah. She’s cute and really nice to me even though I’m just a teammate.” He smiled sheepishly at his friend, “But I think I’ll be able to win her favor one of these days with my catching skills.” Ikkyu’s eyes grew hazy as he recalled her face and form when he’d last spoken to her. “But don’t tell anyone! I mean, Sena knows I like her, but not that I have an extra shirt of hers. He’s known her forever so he’d just think it’s weird.”

Ikkyu, completely serious, dropped a hand on Monta’s shoulder. “I completely understand. In fact,” He looked around nervously before whispering, “I still have that water bottle she hit me with during our last game.” The pair grinned at each other, a sense of camaraderie blooming from their shared attraction. Then Ikkyu was lost again, sighing softly, “You’re right, she’s freakin’ cute, and the way her hair got cut recently’s made her look even better. All the guys in Shinryuuji are crazy about her.”

Monta happily joined him in his daydream, “Her hands are so soft.” Ikkyu gave him a jealous look, to which Monta quickly replied, “No-not that I’ve gotten to hold her hand or anything. It’s just that when she hands me stuff, her hands have brushed mine! I always wonder what it’d feel like to have her hands on me, for real ya’know? Not just a pat on the back or an extra towel.” Ikkyu nodded, both thrilled at having someone to converse seriously about Her with, as well as knowing he wasn’t about to be punished by an upperclassman for uttering such lascivious thoughts.

“She’d be the one to hang on me. I’d be a pillar of strength for her.” Monta nodded fiercely as Ikkyu solemnly intoned, “She’d grant me a kiss for my troubles, at first a peck on the cheek, but she’d come back for more. As soon as we were alone she’d give me a better kiss, a real lip-locker.” He wrapped his arms around Monta’s neck and raised his voice to a feminine tone, cooing, “Oh you’re sooo wonderful. That last catch had me at the edge of my seat!”

“Then she’d realize what she was doing and get all shy and wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes anymore,” Monta agreed, continuing Ikkyu’s thought, “But she’d let you hold her,” Monta snaked a hand between them, drawing nonsensical patterns on Ikkyu’s shirt, “while she played with nothing.”

Ikkyu shuddered under the light touches, lost in his fantasy, “She’d let you take the lead then, and let you call her,” Monta sighed as Ikkyu leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Mamori.” Ikkyu continued speaking into Monta’s neck, “I’d trail kisses down her long white neck,” he ghosted his lips down the other boy’s collarbone.

Monta stared deeply into Ikkyu’s eyes, “I’d rest my forehead on hers then kiss her deeply. Oh she’d taste so sweet, like vanilla, and peaches….” Monta leaned in, and Ikkyu didn’t stop him. Their tongues tangled for a moment before they parted, a thin bead of saliva holding like a bridge between them.

“She’d be hot for me now, grabbing at me all over the place,” Ikkyu’s rough hands roved over Monta’s shirt, grasping fabric with one while plunging the other underneath to touch his heated flesh. Monta moaned at the contact of foreign hands on his stomach.

“If she hadn’t started it, I would never have the courage to reach for her as well,” His hands found flesh much faster than Ikkyu had, reaching up his partner’s chest to pinch the small nipples he found there.

Ikkyu’s knees tried to buckle, but he still managed to pant, “We’d undress each other.” The boys took turns gingerly removing the others’ shirt, each offering soft touches they knew She would give.

“I’d offer to please her first…..” Monta began.

“…But she wouldn’t hear of it.” Ikkyu finished, slowly lowering the zipper on Monta’s pants. Freed of its confines, his member peeked out from between pants and boxers, dripping slightly. Ikkyu reached for him, “She’d keep asking, ‘Is this okay? Is this?’ ” Monta tried to answer but could only gasp as Ikkyu’s tongue came into contact with his now painfully throbbing erection. Ikkyu quickly found a rhythm he liked, at first dragging his tongue along the other boy’s length, then circling the tip.

Monta sat up suddenly and pushed Ikkyu over, reaching for his gi and hurriedly bringing the other boy to the night air as well. “Not like that, I don’t think. She’d be more cautious at first,” He tentatively lowered his head into Ikkyu’s lap, stealing glances at the boy in front of him. Ikkyu felt a jolt every time Monta’s eyes would meet his. Monta paused to stare at Ikkyu, not because he himself was fascinated, but he was sure She would be. A calloused hand reached out to encircle Ikkyu, the hold was firm but not commanding. He gave a quick pump, and by the tight hiss of pleasure from above him, Monta continued, this time drawing a circle with his thumb on the boy’s weeping tip.

“I wouldn’t be able to help myself,” Ikkyu panted, reaching out and taking a firm hold on Monta’s head, tangling his fingers in the short hair.

“She’d be happy for the contact I’m sure,” Monta replied between strokes, “But, this is her first time so…” Ikkyu nodded, and Monta removed his hand. They sat facing each other for a moment, both flushed and sweaty,

“She’d never be able to get me off on the first try.” Ikkyu finished. Both boys took a firm hold and worked to finish the job themselves. “She’d say she was really sorry about this,” Ikkyu panted as he furiously pumped himself.

“I’d tell her not to worry, it’s not her fault,” Monta stroked himself as well, adding a light twist for extra leverage. “I’d never cum on her, cuz that’d be gross-max. But we’d have some tissues,” his free hand fumbled around on a bookcase for a moment, retrieving a box and dropping it between them, “nearby.”

“She’d already be touching herself when I…I…” Ikkyu shuddered as he released, mopping himself up as seed poured out of him. Monta gasped, following Ikkyu closely, also taking a moment to tidy himself before falling back on his elbows, exhausted. They laid sprawled like that for a moment, slowly returning to Earth.

Ikkyu sat upright, then crawled on hand and knee toward Monta, “She’d want a good night kiss before leaving.” Again their mouths collided to share a sweet, chaste kiss. It was the kiss that broke the spell they had been under, and suddenly Raimon Taro was staring into the face of Hosokawa Ikkyu. The silence was deafening.

Monta stood. Ikkyu grabbed his bags and followed him. The pair headed for the front door, baseball game and snacks forgotten, pausing only long enough for Monta to unlock the door and Ikkyu to squeeze past him to exit. The boys gave each other a hard look, studying one another, predicting what was to be said next. But with the tension so thick and so serious, laughing was the only thing they could think to do. They laughed, chuckled and guffawed until they had to cling to the doorframe, unable to support themselves any longer.

Ikkyu was first to regain composure. He bowed politely, “Thanks for having me. See you at practice tomorrow?”

Monta grinned, giving his friend a big swirly thumbs up, “You bet.”