Cold
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of the associated characters.
Warnings: Assisted wet dream masturbation.
Author's Note: Inu means dog in Japanese. This came to mind partially because Kaidoh always seems to be wearing the least amount of clothing he can get away with while Inui often wears sweatpants and zipped-up jackets.
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He was cold. He hated being cold. He considered getting up and putting on more clothing, but that would expose him to even more cold. There was really only one option available. He wiggled backwards until his back touched the warm body sharing the bed with him.
As warmth slowly seeped into him, Inui drowsily thought that maybe it hadn't been such a bad thing that there had been only five rooms available at the training camp. Ryuzaki had gotten a room to herself, of course, but the eight boys had had to pair off. Fuji and Taka had chosen a room together almost as quickly as the Golden Pair, and Momo had immediately claimed Ryoma as his roommate.
That had left Inui with Kaidoh, which he didn't really mind. He had grown rather fond of the younger boy. Also, Kaidoh had the highest base body temperature on the team, making him an ideal source of heat.
His back was nice and warm, but the rest of him was still cold. With a low grumble, he flipped onto his other side, facing Kaidoh and scooching down so he could nuzzle his chest. He wished he wasn't so tall, then he could properly snuggle against his newfound provider of warmth.
In his sleepy state of mind, inventing a shrinking juice seemed like a perfectly logical idea. As did somehow convincing Kaidoh to cling monkeylike to his back the next day to act as a nice, toasty jacket.
Inui's mind shifted more toward wakefulness as Kaidoh stirred in his sleep, the shorter boy unconsciously putting one arm around him and cuddling him close. It felt… nice. To be held.
He was suddenly jolted into full alertness as Kaidoh shifted again, a warm leg sliding up over his side and causing… something… to lightly press against his stomach. Inui pushed his sleeping mask up onto his forehead and scooted back a bit to peer myopically into the small space between their bodies. He wasn't one-hundred-percent certain of what Kaidoh's feelings would be, but his body was apparently quite pleased with being used as a living heater.
He suddenly felt very strange, almost disconnected from reality, as his hand slid along the bare skin of Kaidoh's abdomen before disappearing into the small blue shorts that were all he had worn to bed.
Reality came back into focus when his hand gently closed around the thing that had poked him. So warm. Warm and velvety soft against the feather-light caress of his fingers. He squeezed slightly, immediately feeling resistance from the solid firmness within his grasp.
Kaidoh moaned softly, still asleep, his hips starting to move a little. Inui shivered and slid his hand up and down, up and down, keeping time with the thrust of the other boy's hips. His mouth was suddenly dry and his palms damp with sweat. What was he doing? This was not normal behavior. Of course, he had never really been known for his overwhelming normalcy, but still….
A strange feeling of power overcame him as he listened to Kaidoh's soft panting and the odd, cute little sounds he was making. He was no doubt dreaming about someone he liked, but it was Inui who was touching him. Inui who was giving him pleasure.
Kaidoh's hips started moving faster, and Inui increased the speed of his hand to match.
Kaidoh shuddered and arched his head back. "Inu-" Inui covered his mouth with his own, stopping the other boy's words as his hips rapidly jerked forward. He felt something warm and wet against his hand as Kaidoh's entire body seemed to go limp and boneless, like a contented cat.
Inui pulled back from the hasty kiss, staring at Kaidoh in disbelief. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was still very much asleep. Which meant, unless he had a disturbing animal fetish, that he had been calling out Inui's name without any knowledge of what he had been doing.
That didn't make any sense. He was weird and creepy. People thought he was an evil genius and mad scientist. They didn't have those kinds of dreams about him.
"Inui-senpai," Kaidoh murmured in his sleep.
Inui pressed his face against Kaidoh's chest, his eyes suddenly damp. He had never thought he'd hear someone say his name like that. Like he was someone precious, to be treasured forever.
He slipped his hand from Kaidoh's shorts, blushing slightly as he slid it into one of his pockets. He knew he should get up and wash, but he couldn't bring himself to move. It felt good to just lay there, listening to the soothing rhythm of the other boy's heart. And as he slowly drifted into sleep, one part of his mind made an observation. He wasn't cold anymore.