Ohtani raised his hand to his forehead to curl back a strand of hair. Bumping his injured thumb, he winced.
“May I see?” Trout asked. Ohtani offered his hand, cupped down, for Trout to gently inspect.
“You know, in America, there’s a saying. ‘Have Daddy kiss it to make it feel better.'”
“Mike! You’re on deck!” Sonic the Hedgehog shouted from the other side of the dugout.
Trout starts to leave the dugout, but Ohtani blocks him from leaving by pinning Trout to the wall with his arm and body.
“And in Japan I’d be glad just that a senpai such as you noticed me.”
Ohtani releases Trout, who firmly slaps the younger man on his toned ass on his way to the on-deck circle.
“I’ve watched his deadlifts and squats, but there’s no substitute for a physical inspection…” muses Trout as he notices his cup becoming a bit too tight.
Ohtani was first out of the dugout as Trout rounded first, fist in the air, smile on his face. ‘Another opposite fielder?!?’ Shohei wondered aloud, as his gaze carried itself from the right field wall to the shortstop spot, and settled on Trout’s famed backside as he trotted toward third. ‘Someday…’ Ohtani thought. This time not out loud.
Although Ohtani could not pitch, he could still hit. It was Ohtani’s turn to step into the on deck circle. He had never felt so nervous to bat. Despite the hitter friendly matchup and his talent, he could not help but be distracted by Trout slapping his ass earlier. That firm, strong hand, validating all of Ohtani’s squats and deadlifts, the firmness of the slap empowered by Trout’s muscular biceps and triceps. Ohtani looked into the dugout and saw Trout gazing at him, eyes looking up and down Shohei biting his lip as if to say “DAT ASS”. He noticed Trout’s eyes were fixated on his ass. Trout’s eyes then met Ohtani’s, and as soon as their eyes locked, Trout smiled. Ohtani smiled back. “That damned smile. That goddamned million dollar Millville smile”, Ohtani thought.
As David Fletcher took a walk ahead of Ohtani, Ohtani thought about the opposite field homer Trout hit earlier. Not only his strong body running, but that firm backside. He could have sworn he noticed Mike’s cup was a bit tighter, too. Was that he saw in Trout a response to feeling his strong ass? He absolutely had to go see Trout again. He could not wait. Was it love? Was it lust? Was it both? He had to find out. But it was his turn to bat, and he stepped into the batter’s plate.
Ohtani, in his distraction and desire to be in Trout’s strong arms, was impatient and swung hard at the first pitch he saw. Fortunately, those squats and deadlifts Trout noticed had paid off, as both cheeks generated enough power to hit a first pitch opposite field home run of his own despite the distraction. As he ran the bases, he noticed Trout cheering him on in the dugout. He had hoped Trout was thinking of him the way he thought of Trout.
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