EVERYTHING IS UNSAID . Breathless, the first of four chapters. The others will be up once I get a suitable amount of reviews for this chapter/whenever I become unlazy. I apologise in advance for making Oishi obsessive compulsive and for having Eiji lack a brain. As a disclaimer, I take no ownership to Prince of Tennis, Eiji (although I wish I did), or Oishi. This is all fake, but all of the fic was written by me. Please don't repost it elsewhere. Thank you. WARNING: This particular chapter contains two males showering together. Read at your own risk.
He stood there in the tennis court, absently picking at his racket as he waited for his partner to arrive. The crowd stood silent as the final minutes until the match started drifted away.
Hearing a scream of "Oiiiishi!", he began counting down. Three... two... one. Sure enough, by the time he reached "one", Kikumaru Eiji was jumping on his back, giggling.
Oishi could feel every part of Eiji pressed against him and it was all he could do not to faint. His arms around Oishi's neck, Eiji whispered "hoi hoi!" before jumping off and landing on the ground next to the dark haired boy.
Oishi coughed once, twice, then glanced at Eiji, his heart beating out of his chest. "Are you ready?" Oishi asked with a nervous smile.
"Of course," Eiji answered, doing a backflip. Oishi couldn't help but laugh as he watched the other.
The match was against some team from China, and Oishi grinned as he thought of how much he and Eiji had been through to get where they were. It was no easy task, but he loved every moment of it.
They had progressed nicely after leaving middle school, luckily getting into the same high school. The pair had spent several hours practicing and Oishi couldn't help but love spending time with Eiji, and he wasn't sure how he felt anymore. Eiji was his best friend, his tennis partner, his everything. He spent nearly every day with him and didn't mind it at all.
As they shook their opponent's hands, Oishi looked at Eiji and Eiji looked at Oishi and everything was all right.
When the match was over, Eiji and Oishi won. It ended up being a long, tedious match that seemed to go on for days.
The two Japanese boys collapsed next to each other on the tennis court, panting.
"Oiiishi," Eiji whined, giving the other boy a gentle shove.
Oishi felt another sensation rushing through his body and he once again lost his breath and felt lightheaded.
Time seemed to stop and everything was perfect as the two friends laid there together.
But then it was time to leave and they got to their feet and gathered their things. Moments later, they were on a bus taking them back to the hotel the two were staying at. Once outside of their room, Oishi started to dig out their key as Eiji put his hands on the other's shoulders, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The simple touch to his shoulders caused Oishi's hands to tremble but he somehow managed to unlock their door, breathing as heavy as he had been when the match ended.
Eiji shoved in past Oishi, who closed the door with amusement as Eiji began jumping on the beds after carelessly throwing his bags on the ground.
Shaking his head, Oishi gently set his bag on the ground as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
His eyes flickered over to Eiji and Oishi noticed how happy Eiji looked and how his shirt went up when he bounced. After doing a flip, Eiji landed on the bed and got off, hopping onto the other bed where Oishi laid, his eyes fluttering close. He pretended that he hadn't just been staring at his best friend.
"Oishi?" There was that familiar voice, and just from the tone of it, Oishi was able to tell that the other was pouting.
So Oishi reluctantly opened his eyes and they nearly popped out of his head when he realized Eiji's face was inches - centimeters - from his own.
His heart started beating faster and his hand made a fist in the sheets, as though that would stop him from doing something he shouldn't do.
Then the moment passed and Eiji was a fair distance away again, bouncing while sitting on the bed.
"I'm, er, going to take a shower now," Oishi said, his voice sounding foreign even to himself.
"... Okay," Eiji answered, and Oishi felt bad because he knew the other was sad again.
With that, Oishi got to his feet and grabbed a change of clothes and entered the small bathroom in their room.
He closed the door behind him and slid down it until he was sitting down on the ground with his back pressed against the door.
Oishi buried his face in his hands, sighing. He wasn't sure where all those odd feelings were coming from.
It took him several minutes to collect himself, but he finally recovered and stripped off his dirty clothes. Stepping in the shower, he turned on the water and relished in the warmth touching his body. He stood there for several moments before hearing the door opening and then - "Oishi?" He froze and looked out the glass shower door - luckily, it was full of fog because the water was hot. Oishi was barely able to make out the patch of red hair as Eiji entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Suddenly the bathroom felt a lot smaller than it had felt seconds ago.
Unknown to Oishi, Eiji could see every, uh, inch of Oishi through the glass shower door, but it made no difference to him because Oishi was his best friend and they had seen each other naked plenty of times.
"You've been in here a long time and I really have to go to the bathroom. I won't flush, promise!" With that, Eiji undid his pants and Oishi had to put his hand on the wall to catch his balance and he had to close his eyes so he didn't look.
He panted, the world closing in on him as Oishi tried to focus on the beads of water bouncing off his shoulders. His eyes were still clenched tightly shut but they opened minutes later when he heard the shower door open and he spun around to see an arm and a leg and then that and another arm and a leg and Eiji stood in front of him naked, a smile as big as ever on his face.
Oishi rushed to cover himself with his hands, blushing hard. "What are you doing in here?"
A wave of sadness passed over Eiji's face. "With the amount of water you're wasting, we need to conserve it."
"..." Oishi backed up more, as if trying to disappear into the wall. He continued to cover himself up, his face as red as the hair that covered Eiji's entire body. Eiji, however, stood there shamelessly. Until he began walking towards Oishi.
"...! What are you d-" Before he had time to ask, Eiji was pushing past Oishi in that small space. Eiji laughed, bumping his hips into Oishi's side.
"What's wrong?" Eiji asked, a concerned expression on his face. Oishi looked quite red and purple and very upset. "We've seen each other naked plenty of times."
"This isn't right," Oishi answered. It wasn't right for him to be feeling the way he was, he convinced himself, unable to move as various parts of Eiji's body rubbed against him.