Lessons
Chapter One
A/N: I love Naruse! Let it be shouted from the roof-tops! Unfortunately, it seems the little action he gets is from molesting some poor unsuspecting kid. So I decided that he should have a nice time of it too. I actually hate P.E. with a passion, but if Naruse taught me tennis, I don't think I'd ever go home lol XD
I'm quite new in the smut dimension, so any advice would be very much appreciated No pressure if you don't want to, though.
Lots of love,
Dead Alice.
May showers of goth loli and BL rain upon you all.
Warning: Chapter One contains boy on boy, innuendo-full tennis and perverted Naruse. Also very non-canon couple.
"Naruse-sempai."
The sports captain glanced up to see his favourite student standing before him, his school-bag held nervously in front of him, a blush almost as red as his hair crossing his adorable little face. How cute.
"Oh, my sweet honey!" The man pounced on Keita, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy's waist. The blush darkened even more, if possible. "What can I do you… what can I do for you?"
"I really, really want to stay in this school, so… I need to get a skill. Will you give me tennis lessons?"
Naruse beamed. His little Keita was asking him for lessons! And he had thought this day would never come.
"But of course, honey! Just go and get changed. The changing rooms are up by the gym. There are showers there for later, too."
He smirked slightly. His new student appeared not to pick up on the hint. Ah, so innocent. This time, he would seduce the boy. And Keita would love it. He didn't move. The teen looked at him oddly.
"Uh… you can let go now, Naruse-sensei."
Ah! He was sensei now, was he? Naruse giggled at his "student's" formality. Still, he wasn't objecting. Of course Keita would want lessons from the greatest player around! And he deserved it, too.
The tennis player released his prey reluctantly, and returned to slamming the ball to his partner, Koutarou, while the poor kid ducked and squealed as he was attacked from all directions. Keita began to walk slowly up to the gym block. This is probably a bad idea, he thought. Still…
After Koutarou had lost the game miserably, returning to his class with a bowed head and tail between his legs, Keita came back from the gym wearing his kit.
Oh, my! Naruse thought. So adorable!
The kit looked amazing on the boy. The white shirt was a little too short, and rode up slightly, revealing a slip of tender porcelain skin, show-casing the shadow of his hip-bones. The navy shorts reached his mid-thigh, and the little bare skin that showed was accentuated by the long, dark-blue sports socks. What made it an even more provocative sight, however, was the way the boy held himself. His poise was nervous, legs bent inwards shyly, one arm clutching at the other in embarrassment, a cute blush spread over his little button-nose. The neck-line of the shirt was quite deep, giving a tantalising glimpse of his long neck and the line of his collar-bone.
The instructor gulped.
"Umm… so, shall we begin?" the boy asked timidly.
"Yes, Yes, of course." Naruse replied, more than a little flustered, flicking back a strand of long blonde hair.
"Okay, so firstly, how much do you know about tennis?"
The boy blushed again. "Umm… nothing, actually."
"That's okay, honey, I'll teach you. So, we'll start with the basics."
The tennis player walked around the pitch, admiring Keita's behind as he did so. So slender, yet such a beautiful round shape! Naruse was… well, a pervert, to say the least. But, then again, it was fun being perverted. In the teen's eyes, innocence was vastly over-rated, unless it was on some cute boy. And ironically, even then he was always tempted to snatch their purity away from them. Such a paradox.
He stood on one of the white lines. "This is the serving box. A serve is when you make the first hit. You can either throw the ball up in the air and hit it, or bounce it on the ground first." Here he picked up two balls and demonstrated both techniques. Both balls bounced precisely within the opposite court. A perfect hit. "You can only serve when you are inside the serving box, and if the ball landed in your court last round. Are you following me?"
Keita nodded silently, watching the man's eyes travel up and down his body. He knew what Naruse was thinking, but, oddly, Keita didn't mind like he thought he would. This man looked so beautiful here, in his element, the way he walked, swinging his hips so naturally, his voice finding sincerity as he spoke of the sport he was so enamoured with. Out of the courts, he always acted… needy. Constantly craving the attention of the other students, but he looked at home here. Like he didn't need anyone but himself.
The man strolled up to the net, plucking at it gently.
"The net." He began. "If the ball hits the net, a point is deducted, although as a rule, you need to try and hit the ball as close to the net as you can, because this will make it harder for your partner to hit it back at you. You get a point it the ball lands in your partners court, and they are unable to hit it back to you, or if it bounces more than once. You are allowed one bounce. Shall we do some practising?"
"Yes, please."
"We'll just start with some exercises." Naruse sidled up behind the boy, taking the hand that held the racket. He licked his lips as he pressed into the small of the teen's back, the pressure against his shorts making him harden slightly.
Keita, in response, gasped slightly. Although Naruse would like to do him there and then, he maintained his professional attitude. The boy had come for tennis lessons, after all.
"Throw the ball up."
Keita did so, his instructor guiding the hand holding the racket up to create a perfect serve. The ball slammed across the court, with a force that most tennis players would not be able to match.
"Wow! Did I really do that?" Naruse's new student exclaimed.
Naruse beamed. Of course, it was mostly his amazing tennis prowess that made the boy so good, but to see the object of his affection (sleaze) so excited made him feel warm inside.
"Yes, you did." He replied. "Keep training with moi, the amazing King of Tennis, and you will get even better than that."
"Next, to improve your hand-to-eye co-ordination." The coach went over to the other court and picked up the two balls.
Heh, he thought, I've got an idea.
As he kept talking, he rolled the two balls in his hand suggestively, taking care not to let his face betray his thoughts. He watched as the boy's eyes widened slightly, the way his face became aflame, his hand tightening around the handle of the racket, the bob of his small adam's apple as he gulped.
Not so innocent after all.
He was unable to contain the hint of a smirk. The other student noticed it and turned away in humiliation.
He stopped teasing Keita, handing him one of the balls.
"Bounce it on your racket. Don't let it hit the ground."
The teen frowned prettily in concentration, mouth set firmly as he bounced it, eyes never tearing away from the tennis ball's path.
Naruse watched him carefully from behind, admiring the dip of his lower back, the prominent line in the centre, the faint curve of his hips. How appealing that skin looked right now. He could imagine running his hands, his lips, his tongue all over that soft skin. The older teen could just picture the way Keita would yield to his touch, the way the gasps and mewls would escape from that pretty little mouth.
He tore his eyes away from the boy in front of him, and surveyed the other ball he had clutched in his hand. Hm. This poor thing was so lonely on its own.
Naruse stepped up behind the other boy once more. "Keep trying." He breathed in his pupil's ear. Keita jumped, but managed to salvage the ball before it went flying.
"Good, good." His instructor praised him.
The tennis player began to roll the spare tennis ball up and down the bare curve of Keita's back, smirking again as the boy jumped, his reactions sending jolts of pleasure through Naruse's crotch.
"Naruse-sensei… what are you…"
"Keep practising. You need to be prepared for anything during a tennis match."
The "teacher" leant over the student's shoulder, grinding lightly. Keita shuddered in pleasure as Naruse swept his tongue around the shell of his ear, his hot breath causing the boy to shiver slightly. The coach nipped playfully at the other boy's earlobe, before sliding a hand down the younger's shorts and squeezing slightly at the soft flesh he found there.
It was at this point that Keita dropped the racket abruptly. The ball dropped to the ground, bouncing once, twice, three times, before it became devoid of movement. The young teen stared at it in shock.
Naruse slid his hand out and stepped back. "I think that's all for today. So, shall I see you tomorrow?"
"Y…y…yes, sen-sensei."