A/N: This one is for usa16 whom wanted a Keigo/Jirou/Ryoma threesome. I´m not sure what I think of this chapter. I´m happy with the lenght, but personally not completely sure whether the characterizations came out right.
Disclaimer: The following chapters includes characters created by Takeshi Konomi, as well as schools and tennis teams. I make no profit of this work of fiction in which I borrow these characters, schools and tennis teams.
Pairing: Keigo/Jirou/Ryoma
Summary: "Echizen-kun," Jirou cried out. "I know this is a bit unorthodox, but how you like to join a threesome?"
Genre: Romance, drama
Warning: Threesome, Slight angst, graphic sex, takes place after canon during high school.
Rating: M (If you aren´t old enough, or don´t enjoy reading yaoi, please don´t read any further.)
Chapter 2: The man who stands atop 200 tennis members.
It stood to reason that Atobe Keigo deserved only the best. He was after all, the very best himself. It was only logical then, that Keigo be given the best in life, the best in love and of course the best in sport. Tennis, to be precise. This had always been facts to Keigo. An inescapable truth.
As a highly privileged, and superior individual, Keigo was blessed with good looks, intellect and charm.
As well as talent, of course. Plenty of it.
Though it was no secret that the young Atobe heir excelled in tennis, it was less known that he was rather adept in most other sports as well. He had for some time been a devoted swimmer before his passion for tennis outweighed every other sport, and was still to this day an accomplished martial artist.
Being the only child and heir of the Atobe family, Keigo had been raised with all that it entailed. Much like a prince; he had grown up with dozens of maids and a handful of butlers to order around.
He had been given everything he had ever desired, and couldn't once remember having been denied something that he wanted. As such it was rather understandable that he was more than a little spoiled.
This was also the reason why Keigo felt it only natural that everyone be in constant awe by the sheer prowess of his being. It was a logic which had served him well for several years. One he had applied while staging his coup of the Hyotei tennis club. It was this attitude, along with his actual skills that had kept him in the position as the head of 200 club-members for the last three years running.
His arrogance had actually become a part of his charm. It endeared him to people. Or they indulged him simply because of his money, or as Shishido was loathe to admit, his talent. Either way it worked out just beautifully for Keigo, whom had girls hanging on to his every word, some boys trying to seduce him and others wanting to pummel him. This meant that Keigo's days were filled with just enough drama to never become bored with life.
His indulging in both boys and girls, made the young captain the most experienced boy on the team by far. While many of them were far from virgins, no one had quite worked the dating scene like Keigo. Nor did they satisfy their basic carnal needs as often as he. In fact, after they graduated from middle school and started high school, Keigo had developed quite the reputation as a player. It was not unusual to see him with a different boy or girl every week.
It seemed no one was able to tame the attractive youth, and none had managed to clamour on to him for more than a few days. Four at the most; the result of a rather extensive three days celebration at the end of their second year of high school. A party which had been organized by Keigo in honour of their win at nationals that year.
This had suited Keigo just fine. He rather enjoyed his status as a bachelor playing the fields, but made sure to keep away from close friends and his team members. It wouldn't do for awkward situations to arise after all.
Keigo didn't ever need worry about lack of partners, and had never done much of courting as it usually only took a look from him for his prey to fall, hook line and sinker.
His lifestyle was notably referred upon by a number of people. His parents and fellow tennis captains, Tezuka and Yukimura included. They seemed to think his choice of partners far too many and much to easy for the young man. But Keigo didn't much care. He was content, if not happy. The slight, familiar ache in his chest whenever he saw a truly happy couple, like Kikumaru and Oishi from Seigaku, easily ignored along with his ever growing loneliness and hunger for a steady companion.
It was perhaps because of this reason that Keigo let himself be talked into a relationship with his teammate, Akutagawa Jirou, breaking his own rule about dating friends and team members. If it hadn't been for the other boy's surprising persistence and determination, Keigo never would have agreed to it. In fact he outright refused at first, explaining to Jirou why it would be a bad idea, why it couldn't work.
However, Jirou wouldn't hear of it. Had told him with brown eyes shining, how much he admired Keigo, what the boy meant to him, and the steady crush he had carried with him ever since he saw the Atobe heir playing Oshitari that first time in middle school. Keigo had been suitably shocked by the declaration.
He'd never before let himself think of his friend in such a way, though he'd always recognized the other's talent and looks. Keigo would have kept on denying the other boy, but there had been something so raw and honest in his eyes. The way the younger boy had looked at him, so serious and hopeful, miles away from his usual drowsy or hyper excited attitude. In the end, Keigo had given in to Jirou, and the two had been together ever since.
That had been three months ago, right after the start of Keigo's third year of high school. Everything had worked out surprisingly well. Keigo was even truly happy with his life, honestly loved his boyfriend, and was working hard towards the upcoming tennis tournaments. His team keen on claiming another win at nationals that year.
Life was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
"Oh? Hyotei is looking strong as usual. No slacking, eh, Atobe?" the drawled out words were enough to grate on anyones nerves, and effectively halted the Hyotei regulars tennis practice.
Looking up at the bleachers, Keigo was greeted by the sight of Mizuki Hajime, the St. Rudolph tennis club's manager and self proclaimed tennis genius. The boy sat in his usual position, one leg crossed over the other, eyes closed pleasantly, and fingers idly twirling a strand of hair between them.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with a nearby towel, Keigo turned away from the other boy.
"Mizuki," he acknowledged lazily. "Here to scout out the competition, anh? Ore-Sama becoming too strong for you?" Keigo spoke, adding his own drawl to the words, haughtier and more superior than Mizuki could ever dream of producing himself.
The manager merely chuckled. There was an underlying threat in Atobe's words, he knew.
However, in lieu of what he had just learned, he chose to ignore the danger signs this time and continued on. "Not today, I'm afraid. Actually, I just received some...interesting news I thought you would appreciate."
Keigo merely raised a questioning brow at him, and Mizuki knew better than to drag it out any further. It seemed the other boy was already in a bit of a mood, and Atobe Keigo could be very dangerous when properly motivated.
He did have the resources and connections to back him up after all.
"It would seem Seigaku is back with it's full strength this year..." Mizuki trailed off dramatically, knowing Atobe would read the true meaning of his words.
"You might want to watch out," he finished with a flourish, amusement obvious as he stood from his position in the stands and made to leave the grounds.
Atobe didn't respond to his taunt, narrowed eyes following Mizuki with an unreadable expression while the rest of the regulars talked among themselves curiously. Not yet able to realize what he'd meant.
"By the way..." Mizuki spoke over his shoulder. "He looks even better than last time. Though I'm sure it hardly matters anyway," he spoke cruelly, eyes shifting to rest on Jirou.
"Have a good day," he chuckled, and Keigo found himself fisting his hands into tight balls, effectively resisting the urge to run after the other boy and teach him what it truly meant to egg on an Atobe, Keigo particularly.
"Atobe," a voice interrupted his thoughts, as a familiar hand landed on his shoulder. "What are you going to do?" Oshitari questioned, the only one of the regulars to know what Mizuki was really talking about.
Keigo shrugged the hand of his shoulder. "Nothing," he growled out. "I'm doing nothing. There's nothing to do," he finished, storming from the courts in the direction of his own personal changing rooms. In his ire, he didn't notice Jirou's unusual observing look, or the frown on his face.
Oshitari looked after his friend. He knew very well what Mizuki's manipulating words meant to his buchou. And he knew how affected he was by it. Seigaku at it's full capacity meant the return of the only person Atobe Keigo had ever fallen in love with, and the only one to ever have rejected him.
Back at his changing rooms, Keigo growled furiously. How was it even possible that Mizuki of all people would know such precious information before him. Atobe Keigo! He had connections everywhere! He had people constantly looking out for any news regarding him, and Keigo had to find out from some second rate tennis player from St. Rudolph?
Keigo sighed in irritation, and sank down onto a luxurious plush chair.
He was back, huh?
Echizen Ryoma.
The famed super-rookie from Seigaku and the love of Keigo's life. Keigo couldn't help but think back to that time, right after Seigaku won the nationals when he'd approached the boy.
A scene witnessed by Mizuki, though Keigo had been unaware of it at the time.
"Are you asking me out, Monkey King?" the incredulous tone of the brat still resonated inside his mind as clear as if he'd just spoken only seconds before. He had looked awkward then, Ryoma, and it had been a strange look on his face.
So different from the glinting fierce look he usually portrayed. Scrunching up his attractive face, he'd shuffled his feet and looked away from the impatient Hyotei buchou.
"I'm sorry," he had whispered at last when it became apparent that Keigo was indeed asking him out and wasn't about to offer any further explanation.
"But I'm already in a relationship, and while I do find you attractive and you're an interesting enough guy," Ryoma explained. "And you're a good tennis player," he added, raising his bright golden eyes to look at the taller boy as if to make sure Keigo understood that last part.
It was important, and something Ryoma valued in the other boy.
After all, if you couldn't play tennis at a high enough level to excite the younger one, you had little chance of gaining his attention, much less keep it.
"But I owe it to myself and to him to try this out properly. Besides, I'm leaving for America in a few days..." the boy explained.
Keigo looked at the freshman, somewhat incredulous, not fully able to comprehend that he'd been rejected and finding the whole situation to be a bit bizarre. He didn't think he'd heard the aloof freshman ever speak so much in a single conversation.
"Who is it, then?" he'd questioned, subdued and quiet, lacking any of his usual dramatics.
"Kevin Smith. You remember the captain of the American tennis team at the good will games? We kind of hit it off, and well, one thing led to another..." Ryoma trailed off awkwardly.
When it became apparent that Keigo had nothing to say to that piece of information, Ryoma hesitantly stepped closer to the older boy.
"Look, if it hadn't been for Kevin, you and I might have started a relationship," Ryoma started, thinking about the amount of flirting that had been going on between the two of them throughout the year.
"But...as it is," he hesitated, eyes shifting from the agitated form of Keigo to rest on a spot behind his head.
"You'll find someone else. Someone here that will care about you as much as you care about them. Besides, we're not exactly compatible," Ryoma finished of dryly, and though Keigo knew this to be true, it hardly mattered. It didn't make the his feelings for the other boy disappear. They fell into an uneasy silence before Ryoma sighed, hesitantly.
Reaching up to his tiptoes, he placed a gentle kiss on Keigo's lips.
He lingered there for a second, almost regretfully, before he pulled away. "It's for the best this way. You'll see."
Keigo was somewhat frozen in shock. He could still feel the burning of his lips from where Ryoma had kissed him. The kiss more powerful than any kiss had the right to be. He wanted to stop the other boy. To grab him around the waist and hold him close.
But when Keigo regained function of his seized body, the other had already left, and Keigo was alone, bitter and battling his growing anger. Never in his life had he felt so strongly about someone, and now that person not only rejected him, but also found it necessary to entice him with a kiss and leave him wanting more.
So much more.
Keigo had never been heartbroken before, but he thought the way he felt at that moment might be somewhat close to how others felt when their hearts broke. He had wanted nothing more than to forget about the boy who was constantly in his mind, and so he had thrown himself into training, into work and into people.
It was only at a tennis function several months later that he first learned Mizuki knew about what had happened. Had witnessed the scene himself. The manipulative man thrived on taunting others, and Keigo proved to be a suitable target for the manager, though even Mizuki knew when not to take it too far.
Keigo's musing was broken when the door to his quarters opened. "Kei-kun," Jirou spoke hesitantly.
"You look angry."
Keigo looked up at the other boy. Taking in the frowning expression, and the barest hint of fear in his eyes before it disappeared as quickly as it came. He loved this boy, Keigo realized.
He truly did. But the love he felt for Jirou had come over time. It had been slow, appearing first as love and affection for a close friend before they started their relationship.
Ryoma, however. Ryoma was a different case entirely.
The love he felt for Ryoma had been explosive and sudden.
Intrigued after their first meeting, interested after having witnessed him play Hiyoshi, and full blown out in love after their match at the training camp in the mountains.
Ryoma, who trampled over everyone's expectations and who lived like he played tennis. Fierce, honest, blunt and just a little bit naive.
"I was just irritated that Mizuki disturbed practice. I thought I had told security he was blacklisted from the courts," Keigo finally spoke, raising from his chair and approaching his boyfriend. Jirou's frown deepened at the explanation, and he tilted his head up to lock eyes with the rich boy as Keigo drew him close.
"You're sure that's all?" he questioned imploringly, even as Keigo smiled winningly at him, leaning in to steal a kiss.
"That's all," Keigo assured, lips traveling down to suck on Jirou's neck, hands already removing their clothing. Jirou moaned appreciatively at the treatment, and tilted his head for better access, letting the conversation drop for the moment.
But it wasn't over. They both knew very well that Keigo's irritation with the St. Rudolph manager had far more to do with his message than the actual boy himself.
A few hours later, they had moved their business to Keigo's home, and lay in bed together.
Keigo had fallen asleep after while, but Jirou found it difficult to give into Morpheus realm. Keigo had been affective in making Jirou forget for a few hours. Now that their lovemaking was over, and the older boy had given in to exhaustion, Jirou's thoughts were free to wander.
He supposed that on some instinctual level Jirou had always known that his lover didn't feel as strongly about him as he did for Keigo. He knew very well that someone special had taken up place in his buchou's heart, had been clamouring it's hold in there for years.
But he had thought...hoped, really, that after Jirou confessed to him, the older one would let him in. Would let Jirou take over that spot in his heart, that spot that was reserved for someone else.
For Echizen Ryoma.
Jirou might spend most hours sleeping, but he was still observant. Had read the subtext in Mizuki's message.
Knew Echizen was the one Keigo truly loved.
Longed for even.
Jirou bit his lip in worry. He loved Keigo. More than anything. But he wanted him to be happy. Would never forgive himself if Jirou was the cause of his unhappiness. He sighed warily as he mulled his thoughts over in his head.
He shifted in the large, comfortable bed. Turning and twisting, Jirou found it impossible to sleep. He couldn't rest from his thoughts, and Keigo sleeping peacefully beside him, unaware of the turmoil going on with his younger lover, was slowly starting to get on the volley-master's nerve. Sighing once more in irritation, Jirou slowly crawled out of the large bed, careful not to jostle the sleeping body next to him. He got dressed quickly, and made his way out the chambers.
He needed to think. Letting himself out of the large mansion, Jirou ignored the few security guards securing the place for any intruders, and was surprised to notice that it had already become nighttime. Hefting his tennis bag more securely onto his back, he decided to head for the street courts.
Tennis always calmed him down.
He got to the courts more quickly than he anticipated. So preoccupied was he that he didn´' notice the repetitive sound of a tennis ball hitting a wall in rapt succession before he saw the actual hitter.
He stopped there and stared in pure fascination.
He watched entranced at the fluid motions of the person, shoulder and elbow moving backwards, treating the tennis racket as an extension of his own arm as he pulled his muscles forward, hitting the ball in a powerful, precise, beautiful stroke.
"That, that was..." Jirou stuttered. "Sugoi!" he finally breathed out. The player instantly turned around at the sound of his voice and Jirou sucked in a breath.
Amazing, absolutely amazing.
He recognized the boy almost immediately, the familiar white Fila cap a dead giveaway. Echizen had been cute before, Jirou acknowledged. His sullen attitude and pure brilliance in tennis having attracted plenty of boys towards the super-rookie, Keigo among them.
But the way the boy had changed. The way he looked now... The last three years had certainly been more than kind to Echizen Ryoma. He was breathtaking. More beautiful than handsome. He had grown, but was still short, would barely reach Jirou's eye level.
The boy stared at him, his golden glare fierce in the dark night. It was captivating. And for the first time since Jirou found out about Keigo's love for the other boy, he could almost understand it.
"Who are you?" Ryoma questioned, looking over Jirou doubtfully.
Jirou grinned suddenly. "Echizen-kun!" he spoke, reaching for the racket in his bag. "Why don´t you play a game with me?"
Ryoma looked at him. "Fine, betsuni. You'll be better than the wall, anyway." He headed for the nearest court, readying himself to reserve a serve. "You serve," he demanded, and Jirou had to smile at the order. It reminded him of his boyfriend.
Feeling himself get excited, the familiar rush of a challenging match washing over him, Jirou bounced over to the other side of the court.
"Ah, Echizen-kun! I never thought I'd get the chance to play against you. After all, you're one of the best!" Jirou gushed, forgetting that this boy was the reason for his recent bout of doubts and worries.
Ryoma just looked at him from underneath his cap. "Troublesome," he muttered, and then the game was on.
Seven minutes later, Jirou was left on his hands and knees, panting for breath.
"6-0," Ryoma announced, staring at Jirou's exhausted form. "Che!" he muttered. The other boy hadn't been much better than the wall after all. This was boring, he decided. He'd been unable to sleep that night, thoughts plagued by his recent breakup with his ex, and the crush he still harboured on the stupid Monkey King, Atobe Keigo.
He had thought coming to the tennis courts would help, but the frustration he was feeling wouldn't let up it's hold on him. He'd worked out his confusion on the wall with a racket and a ball as best as he could. But it hadn't been much help. The arrival of the other boy proved to be a more interesting way of getting a decent workout.
Or so he had hoped.
Looking back at the still panting figure, Ryoma scowled in displeasure. Resting his racket on his shoulder, Ryoma pulled at his cap irritably. This had been a waste of time after all.
While Ryoma prepared to leave, Jirou panted, breath coming in harsh gulps. His eyes were wide in shock and he couldn't even feel the usual excitement of a strong player having defeated his magic volley play. They way the other boy had gone against him.
He wasn't just a strong player.
He was a monster.
A player with no limit to his talent in sight. No wonder Echizen Ryoma was special. No wonder so many people wanted him, Jirou thought.
Collecting his thoughts and getting over his shock as best as possible. Jirou suddenly became aware of the younger one leaving the courts.
'Unacceptable.'
"Echizen-kun," Jirou cried out. "I know this is a bit unorthodox, but how would you like to join a threesome?"
Ryoma, having reached the stairs faltered in shock, nearly tumbling down the steps. Catching himself, he turned around swiftly. "Eh!"
Getting to his feet, Jirou spoke again. "I'm Akutagawa Jirou, I play for Hyotei," he started.
"Ah, you did seem somewhat familiar. You lost against Fuji-Sempai once," Ryoma cut him off, matter of fact. "What's this about a threesome, then?" he questioned, when Jirou merely nodded to his earlier comment, a bit intrigued by the suggestion. He looked at the older boy more closely. He was attractive, certainly, red hair and brown eyes. But not really Ryoma's taste. He usually leaned more towards the exotic looks, purple hair and blue-grey eyes.
"Keigo," Jirou tempted. He was taking a leap of faith here, he didn't know what would happen if Keigo and Ryoma were to get intimate. But right at that moment Jirou was willing to chance it. For Keigo's sake, he would chance this.
"Keigo and I have been together for a while now. Three months. I know he wants you. And by the looks of it, you don't seem to hate the idea," the volley player trailed off awkwardly.
Jirou grew slightly uncomfortable as a sudden silence struck up between them. Ryoma, meanwhile, was mulling this new information over in his head.
A threesome with Atobe Keigo. To say that Ryoma was more than a little interested in the suggestion would be an understatement. It was tempting to say the least, very tempting.
"What's in this for you?" Ryoma questioned, curious. "Why would you want a threesome? Why would the Monkey King want this?" Ryoma took in the shifting of Jirou's eyes, his lips growing into a smug smirk.
"Or is this just some kinky stuff, to spice up your sex-life?"
Jirou shifted again. He was wrong of course. Their sex-life was fine. This went deeper than just some interesting kink. This was about desire. Something Keigo truly wanted. Someone he loved, though the man was unlikely to ever admit that aloud.
"Look, are you in or out?" Jirou questioned, walking up next to Ryoma.
The smaller boy looked at him. "Does Atobe even know about this?" he wondered curiously. He couldn't imagine the Monkey King sending anyone to do his bidding. He was rich, arrogant and spoiled, yes. But also self reliant, independent and strong. If Atobe was interested, he would let Ryoma know for himself. Like the last time.
Jirou looked away from the other, and that was answer enough.
'Interesting,' Ryoma found himself thinking. So Atobe didn't know about this. He wondered what made the other boy proposition him in the first place. "Fine. Let's do this."
Jirou looked at the golden eyes, glinting up at him mysteriously. He nodded decisively. He wanted to do this, he realized. For Keigo, he wanted this. But as they headed towards the Atobe mansion, he couldn't help the feeling of doubt creeping over him. It wasn't until he was back in Keigo´' chambers along with Ryoma that he first started to regret his offer to the other boy.
He looked from the sleeping form of his boyfriend, and turned to Ryoma, wanting to call it off. He stopped, however, when he was greeted by the sight of the boy, languidly taking his clothes off, revealing more and more skin as all articles of clothing left his, admittedly, very fit body. He watched wide eyed as Ryoma approached the bed without hesitation.
Ryoma took a quick look around the room before he headed for the bed.
"Figures," he muttered. "The Monkey King would have everything decorated in purple." He looked at the sleeping form on the bed, and could feel his excitement rising. Atobe was as attractive now as he'd been before. Very attractive. He cast a look over his shoulder at Jirou. The boy had yet to move.
"You coming or what?" Ryoma questioned.
Jirou gulped. Taking in the sight of Ryoma's swaying hips making his way towards Keigo, Jirou admitted to himself that he'd never thought of Echizen Ryoma as seductive. But there was no doubt that the boy knew how to work his body as he quickly straddled the boy still sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Watching with bated breath, Jirou felt himself grow uncomfortably hard as Ryoma leaned down towards Keigo's face, his green-tinted black hair obscuring Jirou's view as the tennis prodigy pressed his lips to Keigo's in a passionate kiss.
"Mhmm," Keigo moaned sleepily, his hands moving to grip the hips straddling him. He soon became aware of something wrong as his hands curled around the slender hips far easier then they should. Breaking away from the kiss, Keigo opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Echizen Ryoma's mischievous golden eyes.
"The hell?" he murmured, not yet completely awake. "Is this a dream?"
Ryoma smirked at him. "No dream, Monkey King. Think of it more as a present," he explained. "From your boyfriend," Ryoma continued at the third year's apparent confusion.
At the mention of Jirou, Keigo instantly reacted. Pushing the enticing form above him, off to the side, he immediately searched the room for his boyfriend.
"Jirou!" he exclaimed upon finding his lover staring at him from the other side of the room.
"What's going on? I don't understand," he trailed off in an unusual show of emotion.
Swallowing heavily, Jirou looked from Keigo to Ryoma, noting the curious look on the youngest's face. He knew then and there by the slight tilt of his head, and the unblinking stare of the golden eyes that whatever words fell out of Jirou's mouth, Ryoma would follow his lead. The boy would leave if Jirou wanted him too.
"I know you want this," the redhead started. "It's okay. We want it too. The three of us. Together," Jirou explained, grabbing Keigo's face in his hands, leaning in to kiss his lips, still wet and red from Ryoma's touch.
Keigo didn't hesitate.
Growling low in his throat, he grabbed Jirou by the waist, hands moving down to cup his arse possessively. Shoving his tongue into jirou's mouth, Keigo controlled the kiss like he controlled everything else in his life. Like it was his entitlement.
He could hear moans of appreciation coming from the bed, and tore his mouth from Jirou, taking in the sight of Ryoma watching them, stroking himself lazily as he stared back at them.
"Shit," Keigo groaned out. He was still naked from his earlier tryst with Jirou, and let his naked body press against Ryoma's smaller one as he crawled over the freshman.
"You want this, anh?" he questioned, dragging his lips over Ryoma's chest. "You want Ore-Sama to make you feel good?" His lips moved from his chest to his collarbone, moving up his neck, leaving red marks in his trail. "What changed your mind, huh?"
He didn't get an answer as Ryoma pressed his head back into the mattress in pleasure. "Don't stop," he moaned, breath hitching as a hand curled around his erection. Jirou's hand.
Keigo grinned at them both. "Let's have some fun," he murmured, placing his hands on Ryoma's creamy thighs, gently probing them apart.
Ryoma let his legs spread open as he felt Jirou's gentle touch. Inquisitive, but hesitant at the same time. He bucked into the hand curled around his member, as Keigo captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Unsatisfied by being a passive participant, he let his own hands do some roaming. One hand moving to Jiro'´s full hair, while the other travelled up Keigo's back. He clawed at the broad back, hips moving of the bed as Jirou's rather eager mouth closed around him, sucking hard. He gasped as the clever tongue worked it's magic on him. It was by no means the first blow-job he had received. But he had to admit, Jirou knew what he was doing. Bucking up into the hot mouth, Ryoma curled his hand in the red hair, fisting the strands between his fingers as he gasped in pleasure.
Keigo, in the meantime, let his hand move up the expanse of Ryoma's soft flesh, his fingers searching out the puckered hole. He touched the rim with his thumb, tracing the skin gently before pushing inside.
Ryoma tensed slightly, as Keigo felt the resistant. He knew Ryoma was far from a virgin, but it would seem it had been awhile. "Relax, Ryoma," Keigo murmured, one hand stroking back the golden eyed one's hair softly.
"Just let Jirou take care of you. We'lll make you feel so good. I promise."
Keigo's words washed over Ryoma, and he let himself relax as the wandering thumb pressed further into his body. He breathed deeply, letting the sensation wash over him. He hadn't felt this good in such a long time. After he broke up with Kevin, the other boy had bothered him with phone calls and emails, begging him to take the blond back. They'd had problems in their relationship from the beginning. Ryoma's advantage in tennis, and his obvious crush on Keigo taking it´s toll on the pair.
"Jirou," the Hyotei buchou spoke.
"Be a good boy and prepare him for me," he ordered, placing a hand over Ryoma's, gently untangling the red strands from the clenched fingers. Once Jirou was free from Ryoma's hold, he took his mouth off of Ryoma and placed a soft kiss on the underside of his cock.
Ryoma gasped at the touch and let his now free hand fist in the sheets as Jirou's clever mouth wandered even further back. Stopping briefly to take his heavy balls into his mouth, Jirou grinned at the responsiveness of the younger boy.
It didn't take long before his lips touched Ryoma's hole. He ran his tongue across the puckered skin, and watched fascinated as the hole quivered underneath his touch.
Keigo watched with rapt attention as his boyfriend went to work on the trembling form spread out on the large bed.
"Kami-Sama," he breathed in amazement, the sight of Jirou slicking up Ryoma's hole, preparing the younger boy for Keigo, the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
Ryoma was going crazy from the pleasure coursing trough him. His thighs trembled from the effort of keeping them opened, wanting to close them, press down on Jirou's head.
But Keigo kept them open, his strong hold refusing to let go of Ryoma's smooth thighs.
"Ahh!" Ryoma moaned out as Jirou's tongue pressed inside his hole. He closed his eyes in pleasure, his mouth dropping open in a soft sigh.
"That's enough Jirou," Keigo whispered.
Ryoma could hear the velvet tones as loud as if he was shouting them, and he shivered in anticipation. "You gonna fuck me now, Monkey King?" Ryoma taunted, smirking at the glint appearing in Keigo's eyes.
"You have no idea, brat," Keigo grinned. "Come on, brat. Slick me up."
Jirou pulled away from Ryoma's arse, helping the younger boy into an upright position. "You better do it, Echizen-kun. It's the only prep you'll get from him," he whispered into Ryoma's ear, kissing down the expanse of his neck, already littered with bruises and hickeys from Keigo. Ryoma didn't hesitate as Keigo made himself more comfortable on the bed, spreading his legs to accommodate Ryoma.
Crawling between the open space, Ryoma gingerly lifted the full cock up to his mouth. His eyes locked with Keigo's as he leaned forward and lapped at the large penis, licking at it like he would a lollipop.
"That's it, Ryoma," Keigo groaned out. "Knew you'd be good at this. Why don't you put my cock inside your pretty mouth? Be the cock-sucker I know you are," he egged the younger one on, eyes never leaving each other as Ryoma took him into his mouth, humming around the thick flesh. Keigo kept up the filthy words as Ryoma deep throated him.
Taking in the beautiful sight the other boy made, he finally tore his eyes away from Ryoma when he noticed Jirou's hands lifting to place at the youngest one's back. Ryoma noticed the touch, but decided to ignore it as he focused on Keigo's cock.
He rather enjoyed sucking cock, one of the reason he was so good at it. Keigo seemed to value his skills at least, and Ryoma shot him a smug look, as the blue-grey eyes trained back on him.
He was disrupted from his task when he suddenly felt adventurous fingers probe at his entrance, the wetness from Jirou's earlier treatment to his arse, enough to let a finger move past the tight ring of muscles. "Ngh!" he whimpered, tearing his mouth from Keigo´s erection.
"Ah!" he moaned, gripping Keigo's thighs as another finger pushed inside of him. He screwed his eyes close, moaning in pleasure as the fingers moved.
Jirou made the movements of his fingers into scissoring motions and leaned down to lick around his fingers. He lifted his head from the tempting skin, and grinned at his boyfriend to show that it was okay. He was okay. He was relieved when the slight doubt he could still see in Keigo's eyes disappear, and the other boy nodded at him.
Grabbing Ryoma by the arms, Keigo hauled him up into his lap. They both moaned as their members rubbed together, hard and sensitive to the touch.
Ryoma placed his thighs on either side of Keigo, bending down to capture a nipple against his teeth. He worked the nub with his teeth and tongue, delighting in the hitching of Keigo's breath. Loved that he could make the arrogant boy lose his control like that. The freshman ground down hard on Keigo's lap, stopping only when the older boy's hands halted him in place. His fingers digging in to his flesh, leaving bruises for the morning.
"Jirou," Keigo bit out, his control starting to slip. "Keep him steady while I guide him," he ordered, closing his eyes to keep the sight of Ryoma in his lap from making him cum. Jirou nodded, grabbed Keigo's cock, and sighed at the weight, familiar in his hand.
He placed it at Ryoma's hole while Keigo pushed the boy down on him.
"Keigo!" Ryoma cried out as he was breached, Jirou only letting go of Keigo's erection once he was sheathed to the hilt in Ryoma.
Keigo, meanwhile, took a moment to be suitably smug as he noted the name spilling from Ryoma's lips. The boy didn't call him Atobe or his usual Monkey King. He was immensely pleased with the reaction.
Then Ryoma clenched his muscles around him in slight discomfort, and Keigo lost all train of thought.
"Shit," he growled out, digging his hands deeper into Ryoma's hips. "Are you okay?" he bit out, concerned for the younger boy.
Jirou too, seemed concerned as he moved closer to Ryoma, pressing his front against the black haired one's back. "Do you want to stop?" he wondered, as he brushed his hand through the silken strands of Ryoma's fine hair, pressing gentle kisses behind his ear.
"No...no, it's okay," Ryoma mewled out in pleasure, Keigo's cock filling him up so wonderfully, pressing against his sweet spot, dead on, in their current position.
"Don't stop! I'll freaking kill you if do!" Ryoma growled out threateningly, relaxing his muscles around Keigo. "Just...just hold on a minute. Let me get used to it," he panted. "It's just been a while. That's all."
Jirou continued sucking on the delectable neck, smiling against the youngest's skin as he moved his hand to Ryoma's chest, tweaking a nipple and pressing his erection against the boy's back.
Keigo too, was amused by the tennis prodigy's demands.
He chuckled as he clamoured on to his last string of control, trying not to let go and ravish the boy in his lap. Though, Ryoma didn't look as if he´d protest such treatment.
Reaching down to grab his own member, Ryoma moaned and opened his mouth in a deep moan.
"Okay," he breathed. "Move. Move Keigo, now!"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Keigo in a show of pure strength, lifted Ryoma clear of his lap before slamming him back down. They moaned in sync, both groaning at the pleasure shooting through their bodies. They established an easy rhythm, Ryoma bouncing up and down on Keigo's lap like it was the last thing he'd ever do.
Jirou looked over at his boyfriend. Pleased at the obvious look of enjoyment on his face. He slapped away Ryoma's hand from the freshman's cock, and replaced it with his own hand, keeping up with the others pace.
They continued that way for what seemed like hours on end.
The only sounds filling the large room, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and heavy pants.
Jirou was surprisingly the first to come. All the excitement of their mating frenzy, and the sight of his Ryoma riding Keigo's cock, too much for him as he burst out all over Ryoma's back.
Keigo, determent to draw it out for as long as he could, grabbed Ryom'´s cock after Jirou came, the other boy having collapsed against the youngest one.
"Please, Keigo. I'm so close," Ryoma begged. "Let me come!"
Keigo panted. His hand tightening around the base of Ryoma's penis as the boy in question tightened his hole around Keigo's own cock in his impending orgasm.
A few minutes of begging from Ryoma later, and the boy was ready to burst. Keigo, the generous boy that he was decided to let up on his hold. It didn't take long until the tennis genius came, having been kept at the edge for so long.
After Ryoma came, Keigo wasn't far off. The incredible tightness clenching around him, surrounding him with a silken heat he'd only dreamed about for years.
It was euphoric, and Keigo came, exploding inside of the boy. Filling him up with his cum.
Leaning back against Jirou, Ryoma moaned, breath coming out in harsh pants.
"So..." The youth drawled out, smugness all to clear in his voice as his hand moved to caress Keigo's broad chest.
"When are we doing this again?"
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I love getting feedback. R&R.