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Ryusei was not someone who gave up when he wanted something. He always got what he desired, no matter the cost; that had always been the case, in soccer, in life.
It wasn’t that he had given up on Sae, not at all, but after two months without seeing him and the boy in question not responding to any of his multiple messages, the excitement was starting to fade. Still, he wasn’t going to give up; he was determined to seek out Itoshi as soon as the damn Blue Lock gave him a chance because he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that connection and the wave of emotions that arose from that match. Sae felt it too, he was sure.
He clearly remembered the moment after the game when Sae gave him his number. His face, still flushed from the steam of the showers, was red and adorable, and Ryusei wanted to devour him. There was no one else around, so he took the opportunity and did it: he kissed Sae with such intensity that he thought the boy would hit him, but to his surprise, Sae responded with even more passion, pushing him against the wall and pulling him closer, making Ryusei tremble.
Their lips were red from so much kissing, their skin burning from the touch; both wanted more. And they would have gotten it, if they hadn’t been interrupted, caught off guard. Sae took that moment of clarity and left, leaving Ryusei's heart adrift with the promise that next time, they would go all the way.
He liked Sae, he adored him, and he would do anything to see him again, to play soccer with him again, to kiss him until their lips burned.
So, when the damn four-eyed guy gave them a break after the end of the Neo Egoist League, he tried again. He knew calling made no sense; Sae would never answer, so he sent messages. He wasn’t surprised when he received no replies; he wasn’t frustrated.
But it hurt.
So when Karasu and Aiku invited him out to a bar just for the Blue Lock players over 18, he accepted. He dressed in black leather, did his makeup, and styled his hair, without gel this time; he liked how his blonde hair fell over his ears and the bangs danced on his forehead. He winked at the mirror, sticking out his tongue, and left his house.
His motorcycle was just as he left it that day he was called to Blue Lock, running perfectly and serving as the accessory that gave him an even more striking style, as if he needed it. It took him just under an hour to arrive at the location Sendou messaged him (he had no idea how the former U-20 star had his number).
In the bar, everything was chaos and madness, the perfect atmosphere for him. His Blue Lock teammates were everywhere, drinking and dancing; there were many people he never thought he’d see like this. They were all athletes focused on getting the best out of themselves on the field, on always improving their quality as soccer players, but after being cooped up training non-stop for so long, their bodies craved something more, a little adrenaline that even soccer couldn’t give. That’s what Ryusei thought as he watched his teammates in this way. Barou was at the bar doing a white background, egged on by Karasu, who was laughing at the King’s red face, while Aryu complained that it wasn’t elegant at all.
Of course, there was nothing elegant about that party.
Sendou and Aiku were kissing in the bathroom, sure that no one else would see them, but just then Ryusei walked in to pee. He stood there, watching them with a knowing smile on his lips, and left the place, letting them continue with their business; he knew better than anyone the frustration of having one’s fun cut short.
Despite the pain in his bladder, Ryusei kept drinking that delicious vodka with orange until he couldn’t anymore and decided to step outside. “There’s always a bathroom when there’s a tree,” he thought. From the sidewalk, the music from the bar sounded loud, a little lower but with an intensity that made the walls bounce. He no longer knew what had become of his teammates, and he didn’t care; he wasn’t anyone’s babysitter to do that.
He was adjusting his pants, ready to go back inside the bar, when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. It was a surprise because he couldn’t think of anyone who would call him, not even for something urgent. But the vibration kept insisting, and Ryusei decided to check. His heart skipped a beat and he felt dizzy when he saw the name on the screen.
Was he imagining it? Was it the alcohol, or was Sae calling him? He blinked a couple of times before pressing the green button and sliding it to answer.
His heart raced a thousand miles an hour, but he put the phone to his ear and heard nothing. Just silence and a slow breath in the distance. Ryusei didn’t say anything; for the first time, he didn’t know what to say. After a moment that felt eternal, he heard a soft “Hello” from the other side of the phone, and the excitement overflowed in his body. It was Sae’s voice; it was definitely him, and he was calling.
“Hey…” he replied almost singing. “Haven’t heard from you in a couple of months,” he continued, licking his lips as he spoke and listening to a little tired sigh coming from Sae.
“I didn’t know you were counting,” he heard the redhead's voice. “I had nothing to say to you,” he added dryly.
“Ouch, you’re so cold, Sae-chan,” Ryusei replied, amusement in his voice. “So what do you have to say to me now?” He bit his lips a bit out of impatience.
Silence flooded the call again until the great prodigy finally spoke: “I just got to Japan…” Sae sounded unusually nervous, or was it just Ryusei’s imagination? “And I heard you have a break from Blue Lock.” The implication of those words made something explode in Ryusei. Sae Itoshi, the most skilled and sexy boy in the world, was trying to propose what he thought?
“Where are you?” Whether he was in Tokyo or not didn’t matter; Ryusei was capable of crossing Japan on his motorcycle just to get to wherever Sae was at that moment. The boy hung up, leaving Ryusei in silence and confusion. Could that have been a joke? No, it was impossible for Sae to do something like that; it couldn’t be. He tried calling the boy again, but just then a new message came into his cell phone, and Ryusei smiled upon seeing that it was Sae’s location. He was about to explode, so he shouted euphorically, jumping with excitement.
He didn’t tell anyone; probably no one was in their right mind to worry about his absence, and if they were, he didn’t care. He searched for his motorcycle and began to drive to central Tokyo, to that hotel where Sae was staying. Halfway there, he questioned whether he should drive in the state he was in, but the euphoria kept him lucid and attentive on the road, almost as if he hadn’t been drinking alcohol just a moment ago.
He finally arrived. Now what? he wondered. Did he need to let him know he arrived, would he come down to receive him, or what? He decided to ask at the reception; he was surprised to find out that the receptionist was already informed of his arrival and handed him a key to Sae’s room.
Getting there was no problem; the surprise was finding Sae, still with his bags in hand, entering the room. He hadn’t even arrived at the hotel when he called; he probably did it while he was in the car, and the idea of Sae being so desperate to see him made him even more excited.
Only a few seconds had passed since they entered the room, and Ryusei already had Sae against the wall, looking at him with a ravenous hunger.
“You look like a hungry demon,” said the redhead, gazing at him with equal desire.
“You made me wait too long,” Ryusei replied, licking his lips as he leaned in closer. Sae closed his eyes and breathed, biting his lips. Their mouths were so close, but they didn’t kiss; both savored the tension. Ryusei’s breath brushed against Sae’s nose as he breathed and smiled.
“You smell like alcohol,” he said, moving closer and brushing his lips against him. Ryusei grabbed him by the waist, pressing their bodies a little closer.
“Does it bother you?” he asked with a sharp smile on his lips, but it couldn’t matter less to Sae.
It was the redhead who decided to end that torturous distance and kissed Ryusei, clutching the lapel of his leather jacket. For someone who had kept silent and shown zero interest for so long, the desire he felt for the other was almost palpable, and Ryusei felt him tremble in his arms.
Their jackets fell to the floor; Sae was wearing a shirt, and if it weren’t easy to remove, the buttons would have been scattered all over the room.
The tension between them was almost tangible as their gazes met. Ryusei could feel the warmth radiating from Sae, so close that their breaths mingled. Without rushing, he let his hands roam across Sae's back, brushing against the exposed skin where the shirt had loosened. They remained silent, allowing their bodies to express what the words could not.
Sae's fingers found their way into Ryusei's golden locks, tangling in his hair as their lips continued to brush against each other, tasting one another without breaking the slow, intentional rhythm they had established. Ryusei felt every small movement, every sigh, as if time had slowed down just for them. The gentle tremor in Sae's shoulders made him smile with a hint of satisfaction; the boy who had been so indifferent was now surrendering, shedding his shell of coldness, if only for those brief moments.
Resting his forehead against Sae's, Ryusei took the opportunity to look into his eyes, which shone brightly under the dim light of the room. There was no need for words as his hands slid from Sae's waist to his backside, tracing soft, firm lines. It was as if they were both discovering something new in each other, something they had been searching for unknowingly. With each touch, with each glance, they seemed to confirm that the connection they had felt during that game was as deep as they had imagined.
As the distance between them faded, the outside world disappeared as well. Drunk on pleasure more than alcohol, Ryusei discarded Sae's shirt, leaving his torso bare, kissing his neck and biting his collarbone. He felt Sae's hands tighten on the back of his neck, groaning in his ear, and thought he might lose control, go wild at that simple sound. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” Ryusei said heatedly, but all he received in response was a shove. Sae had thrown him backward onto the bed and was now straddling him. “I love it when you're rough.”
Sae's eyes darkened with desire as he studied Ryusei beneath him, immobilized and breathless. Without breaking his gaze, he slid his hands from Ryusei's neck down to his arms, pinning them to the bed with unexpected force, sending a shiver down Ryusei's lower back.
“Rough? I’m just getting started…” Sae murmured, his voice smooth, slipping between their lips like a threat and a promise. Ryusei tried to respond, but before he could articulate a word, he felt Sae's mouth on his neck, claiming the skin he had just caressed with his lips. Sae's teeth grazed his collarbone, causing Ryusei to arch his back and release a trembling sigh, on the verge of losing control.
With each movement, each caress, Sae marked his dominance over Ryusei, relishing how he squirmed, surrendering to the sensation of being pushed to the limit. In a sudden impulse, Sae leaned in and whispered in Ryusei's ear: “Tell me how much you want me now…”
Ryusei could hardly respond, his breath hitching, his heart racing as if each second beneath Sae brought him closer to a kind of precipice, where control disappeared and only surrender remained.
“I want to be inside you,” Ryusei replied in a pained moan, hard as a rock, feeling that Sae was the same way. The redhead rubbed against him, making him tense. “Please, Sae-chan,” he continued, biting his lip. “We can switch later, but let me do it this time,” and it seemed that the plea worked because Sae released his grip and allowed Ryusei to touch him and take him, letting him change positions and settle between his legs, because of course, he was the one in control, he was the one who dictated how things would unfold. Ryusei claimed his mouth again and now felt that he couldn’t stop, that he couldn’t breathe unless he was kissing the other. He didn’t stop to think about what would happen, about whether Sae would disappear again.
With each caress and each kiss, the surroundings dissolved. There was nothing else but them, their skins, their breaths intertwining as if they were one. Sae's nails marked paths on Ryusei's back, as if he wanted to leave evidence of what was happening between them, as if he wanted the world to know that this man was his.
Soon, words became unnecessary, giving way to moans of pleasure, to the sounds of skin against skin. The night stretched on, an accomplice to their desire, to their passion. In that hotel room, there were only the two of them.
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“Why didn’t you ever respond to my messages?” Ryusei asked curiously, curling up in Sae's arms. The redhead sighed but answered sincerely while stroking Ryusei's blonde hair with his fingers.
“You're a very dangerous distraction.” Silence filled the room for a moment. “I thought that if I ignored you enough, you would disappear from my mind.” That simple, concise response told Ryusei everything he wanted to know.
“You couldn’t make me disappear even if you wanted to,” Ryusei replied, and Sae allowed a small smile to appear on his lips. He knew that Ryusei wouldn’t give up, because he was someone who never backed down and always got what he wanted; maybe it was his moment to have what he wanted.