In the Diamond

Aug 30, 2011 00:45

Author : kazuyanokokoro
Pairing : Akame
Rating : R
Genre : Romance, BL, Yaoi, SMUT
Disclaimer : If I owned Kame or Jin there would be a lot smuttier Akame pictures circulating...
Summary : Jin watches Kame play baseball and develops a new appreciation for the sport :P



The first time that Kame asked Jin to watch his baseball game, Akanishi had whined. He didn’t see what was so appealing about the sport to Kamenashi; it had complicated rules, long pauses and no busty cheerleaders like other great American games did. In short, it was something he needed copious amounts of alcohol to sit through with his Dad and younger brother, and it was the last thing he wanted to spend three hours watching on a perfectly good Friday afternoon. But that had been before he saw Kazuya play baseball.

Akanishi sat in the stands of the small Tokyo park near Kame’s apartment. He had bought himself a six-pack of Asahi, donned big dark sunglasses to hide his eye rolling, and stashed his iPod and blackberry in the pockets of his baggy jeans for entertainment. He was sure he would need all his accessories to weather the afternoon. As he waited for Kame and his team to arrive for the game, Jin rolled up the sleeves on his t-shirt; the sun was shining brightly and he might as well work on his tan. Despite his own irritation at being there, he was glad for Kamenashi that his photoshoot had ended on time. He had seen Kazuya’s disappointment before when Johnny kept them in his office late on days when he had practice, the quick peaks at his watch, the nervous fluttering of his mascaraed eyes. There was no question about it, baseball was important to Kamenashi. And, Jin had to admit ruefully, what was important to his best friend mattered to him as well. Akanishi sighed and opened his can of beer, taking a big swig. It was a lazy Friday afternoon.

When Jin saw the group of men running towards the diamond, he searched eagerly for Kame. He could tell that none of the chummy, bulky men making their way across the field were his Kazuya. Unlike the other ball players, he wasn’t wide and square, gaining his power from strong shoulders and rippling arms. No, Kame was small and lean and lithe, and, if Jin could believe Ueda who frequented many baseball games, good. Then, Akanishi saw him jogging across the field carrying the bat bag. There was his Kame, soft brown curls bouncing in the gentle breeze, and eyes sparkling with anticipation. But there was something about Kazuya that afternoon which made Jin yank his sunglasses off his face to get a better look. Instead of being clad in the ugly shapeless uniforms of the other men, Kame wore a sleeveless white shirt with tight, tight jean booty shorts. Kazuya put down the bats and pulled himself up onto the stands where Jin was sitting. “I forgot my uniform,” he whispered into Akanishi’s ear, winking flirtily as he moved away. Jin breathed deeply, catching the combining smells of Kame’s Burberry cologne and the freshly cut grass of the field. Akanishi took another gulp of his beer as they set up, adjusting himself to hide the erection that had inconveniently popped when he saw Kazu. Fuck. Trust Kamenashi Kazuya to sex up a baseball game.

Kame’s team was up for bat first. Jin saw him warming up on the side, stretching his exposed arms and bending forward to touch his toes. Akanishi couldn’t help scoffing, appreciatively. He didn’t see any of the other men getting so limber. But then, he doubted that the salarymen on Kamenashi’s team were as flexible as the Johnny boy. Thanks to the hits by the first and second batters, Kame was up quickly enough to suit Jin’s admittedly short attention span. The fielders moved up towards the plate, clearly expecting an easy pop from such a little boy. Akanishi kept his gaze on home plate, feeling intensely aware of the sensations around him: the dust rising from the diamond, the clean scent of the tree dotted park, the heat of the sun on his biceps and the ridiculous swaying of Kazuya’s ass. Eyes glued, Jin jumped up for a closer look, to the amusement of the wives sitting primly around him. Had his teammates’ wiggled so seductively as they waited for the ball? Akanishi couldn’t remember anything that came before those booty shorts and Kame’s small hands on the big bat. As Kazu swung and connected on the first good pitch, Jin screamed his characteristic shriek without thinking, following every movement of his boy as he flung the bat and ran, breathlessly it seemed, to third base. Akanishi saw the men in the field shake their heads in irritation and he felt satisfaction for Kame, now mud-spattered from his impressive slide. The grin on his face lit up the whole diamond to Jin. When their eyes met, as the pitcher prepared for his next batter, Akanishi was electrified by the pure unadulterated joy that resonated from Kame’s small being. Somehow, here, on this muddy sweaty diamond, was where his man felt most at home. Kazuya was leaned forward now, hands on his knees, waiting for the opportunity to steal a base. Jin jealousy watched the third baseman’s hands hovering only an inch behind Kame’s tight, bouncy butt. Akanishi crushed his beer can and ran a hand through his thick hair. He hadn’t known baseball could induce such sexual frustration.

He was on his fifth beer when the seventh inning stretch came. Finally, Kame came to see him, wiping a mud smudge off his nose. “What do you think?” he asked, smilingly. Jin shook his head in disbelief and mouthed, “Hot,” out of sight of his fellow spectators. “I need to cool down,” Kazu said quietly, “Want to come help me?”

“I’m not sure cooling you down is quite my specialty,” Jin answered with a mischievous grin as he followed Kame out of the diamond. As they stood behind a tall tree, Akanishi pulled Kazu greedily towards him, “Fuck boy,” he murmured, “You didn’t tell me you’d be naked out there.”

“I’m not naked,” Kame protested quietly, “Let go Jin, someone’s gonna see.” Jin grudgingly released him, a definite pout on his plump lips. Just when he thought he had perhaps pushed Kamenashi too far, his boy gave him a water bottle. “Pour it on me,” he demanded, lips pursed seriously, but eyes shining. Akanishi grabbed the bottle and overturned it over Kazuya’s head, droplets dripping off his drenched curls and perfect skin. Jin felt his cock hardening as Kame tilted his chin up, staring sweetly at him from beneath his dewy dark eyelashes. “Thanks,” Kazuya said softly, reaching a delicate hand onto his shorts to re-arrange his growing manhood. Akanishi moaned,

“Kazu…” and felt his blood pounding hot and furiously throughout his body. Kame’s black eyes seemed to liquefy when they met his, mirroring his longing, their longing. When he reached out to touch the supple hips gyrating slightly in front of him, Kazuya hesitatingly, unhappily, stopped his hand.

“I have to go,” he murmured guiltily before sprinting back towards the field. Jin stood behind the tree a moment, trying to ride the arousal out of his body by taking deep slow breathes. The boy was such a fucking tease. When he could trust himself in front of the captivated ball fans again, he sauntered back to his seat and opened another beer, fixating his eyes on Kame as it fizzed suggestively down the side of the can. He licked his lips while holding Kazu’s gaze, chuckling to himself as the younger boy’s face flushed.

When the game finally finished, Jin waited impatiently as Kame gathered their equipment together and waved goodbye to all his friends. Soon, the field was deserted and dark, save for Kazuya’s sunshiny smile. Akanishi walked onto the diamond and took the smaller boy in his arms. “Well,” Kame’s voice was muffled in Jin’s chest, “How was it?” Akanishi’s hand slid down to the well-formed buttcheeks and squeezed, deliberately.

“I never knew I was such a baseball fan,” Jin deadpanned, pressing his lips into Kame’s. He saw a warning look in Kazuya’s eyes as they searched nervously around the park for onlookers. “I don’t care if anyone sees,” Jin muttered into his lush mouth. “I’m going to fuck you in this dust like every one of those bastards wanted to.”

“Jin!” Kame pulled away, curved eyebrows furrowed, “You can’t.” Akanishi laughed again, low and wild, while slipping a hand into Kazuya’s shirt:

“I can do anything I want to,” he slurred, intoxicated on Asahi or Kame or both. Then, Kazuya was pressed into the mud of the diamond, shirt pulled almost off, feeling Jin’s lips ravish his. He wanted to protest, but Jin was here instead of LA, and tonight, before losing him for another few months, Kame wanted him. He bucked his hips upward and moaned ever so softly into Jin’s ear, giving him permission to do the impermissible. Akanishi’s rough hands spread Kame’s legs, digging his nails into the satiny skin he had been staring at all night. His fingers tangled in Kazu’s silky hair and his lips left red welts on Kame’s milky neck; the makeup artists could have fun covering it all up tomorrow. Kazuya stroked Jin’s strong back, feeling the chorded muscles his lover had been building while he was away,

“Jinjin,” he murmured his pet name, oblivious to everything but the hands and hot breathe on his body. The leather of the glove fallen beside him, the wet grass in the park, the sandy diamond and Jin’s salty sweat melded together into an aphrodisiac for the smaller man. Intellectually, he knew he was losing control as he flipped himself over and arched his back up to meet Jin’s throbbing cock, fumbling frantically with his own swelling pink penis constricted in the jean shorts. Akanishi felt his frustration and ripped open the button on the denim. Kame moaned incomprehensibly, pumping his slick dick as Jin placed his t-shirt underneath their writhing bodies and pulled a condom out. “Not here,” Kazuya managed to gasp as he felt the erection nudging through his shorts. Unconvinced, Jin yanked the denim and D & G underwear down and rolled the condom onto himself while groaning audibly. He had been on the brink for hours and now, flicking his hard tip with rough fingers over the perfect visual of his boyfriend’s round ass, he couldn’t hold back anymore. As he pushed into Kame, so sweetly and smoothly despite their open exposure, the younger boy pressed his face into the t-shirt to stifle his scream. Jin’s cock was growing inside his tight slit, pounding furiously against his sensitive prostate. “Jin!” Kazuya screamed for real, body rocking with the waves of his orgasm as Akanishi inflamed his insides. A second later, Jin came, spilling his seed into the warm body with an electric shudder. He collapsed on Kame, holding his own jeans up with a shaking hand.

Kazu recovered first, face blushing as he felt the stains on Jin’s t-shirt from his cum. He rolled Akanishi off him and pulled his clothes on quickly. “I’m sorry,” he said, wiping the dust off the t-shirt and handing it to a dazed Jin. Akanishi lazily buttoned up his jeans and brought the shirt to his face,

“It’s good,” he said huskily, “It smells like you.” Before Kame could protest, he slipped it back on and took his boy’s hand. They walked together to Kazuya’s car, enjoying the contented silence that had come over them. Jin reached a hand into Kame’s tight back pocket, grabbing the key. “I’ll drive,” he said, gesturing for Kazu to take the passenger side. Kamenashi nodded dreamily and rested his head on Akanishi’s shoulder. As Jin started to drive, Kame said quietly,

“I can’t believe you never saw me play before.” Akanishi shrugged,

“I didn’t know this was how ball games ended with you.” Kazu smiled and hid his face with his glove. They were quiet until they reached Kame’s apartment. He knew Jin’s flight was in a few hours. Kazuya lifted his pink lips up for a kiss and Jin rewarded him with a full, sweet liplock. “I can’t come up,” Akanishi apologized.

“I know,” Kame said sadly, “I see your car waiting for you.” Jin nodded and bent to smell the soft summery fragrance of his boyfriend’s hair for one last time. Then, he kissed the still flushed rosy cheek,

“See you in two months,” he whispered and got out of the car. Kazuya stayed a minute longer, watching his lover’s chauffeured BMW pull away from the building. Then, he pulled his unused baseball uniform out from its hiding place in the backseat. He smiled to himself and locked the car, legs shaking slightly from all the exertion of the evening.

“I love you Bakanishi,” he said quietly to the tranquil night sky.

x:romance, c: akanishi jin, c: kamenashi kazuya, x:smut, r: r

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