Reo had to get pretty creative to figure out how to motivate Nagi. It was shocking at first—nobody had ever challenged Reo on anything before. If Reo said it’s time to practice, everyone else would be up and ready early. Not Nagi. For the first time in Reo’s life, he had to convince someone to listen to him.
First it was treats, then ten more minutes of phone time, then gifts, then even the right to come to the following practice a half hour late. These ideas worked a few times, but Nagi, the spoiled bastard, stopped caring about those too.
Reo had to get more creative.
He offered piggy back rides. Nagi loved that one.
“You have to play today, Nagi.”
“Only if you carry me there.” He said, holding out his long arms as if he wasn’t the size of a bear.
Reo was smart enough to realize pretty quickly that Nagi seemed much more motivated by physical touch than anything he’d previously offered. So he took a gamble.
“Score today and I’ll come early tomorrow to cuddle with you before practice.” Fuck, it sounded so awkward. Not something teammates usually do.
But Reo was right. Nagi was more than happy to comply.
“Really?” And his eyes widened. Reo didn’t know if he’d ever seen Nagi so excited.
So Reo did what any good teammate would do—arrived to Nagi’s apartment in the wee hours of the morning to slide in bed with him, to let him mumble sweet sounding hellos and wrap his arms around Reo’s torso just to pull him closer. Every. Single. Morning.
“Why don’t you just stay over?” Nagi groaned, nestling his face in the crook of Reo’s neck. Reo could feel Nagi’s warm breath against his skin. God, he couldn’t help but squirm.
“Score again tomorrow, and I will.” Reo offered. He couldn’t help but notice the shakiness in his own voice.
“If I score a hat trick, will you kiss me?”
Anything to keep his treasure motivated.
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