A/N: Well, my fellow SenKiri lovers, you know what's soon to come. SenKiri day for all to enjoy! This fic was written by AIM conversation between Jill (my AWESOME illustrator) and I. Again, 'Brina, please don't read…
Disclaimer: No own Prince of Tennis… Only in my dreams…
The sun was blazing hot, but turned gentle motion as it reflected off the perfect blue of the pool. Kirihara Akaya sat at the edge of the deep end, one of his feet submerged. The water was cool and refreshing, but not enough for Kirihara. He shot another glance at the reclining figure, lean and tan, which was sunbathing on an inflatable raft, sunglasses shielding his eyes. One hand reached up and ran through his disheveled red hair. Kirihara looked away, the sun suddenly seeming a lot more intense. He slid his other foot into the water, relishing its chill.
That lean and tan figure was Kirihara's current crush, and neighbor, Sengoku Kiyosumi. Poor Akaya. He was doomed to be nothing more than that-boy-next-door. Their families were close, and over time, the impish boy began to develop feelings for the redhead.
But the cheerful redhead offered no signs to Kirihara that he felt anything similar. So Kirihara sighed from afar, and hoped that maybe... Music distracted him from his thoughts, turning his head towards the source. Stupid neighbors with their stupid music; just because this was a block party at their local pool didn't mean the annoyingly-loud-music-aficionados were invited. Even the posters had been put up away from "that" side of town. Motion in his peripheral vision made him glance again at his crush. Sengoku had woken up, and pushed his shades up to reveal his blue-green eyes. Kirihara felt a blush creep up his face, and blamed it on the sun, though he knew otherwise.
"Hey." Sengoku grinned. Was it just Akaya or was this grin more flirtatious than usual? Of course it was flirtatious, the raven-haired boy berated himself. Kiyosumi was the school's resident ladies man!
"Oh, hey, Kiyosumi-sempai," Kirihara nervously grinned back, floundering under his gaze. He sought to find something to say, and managed to come up with "Is it hot out here, or is it just you? I-I mean, or is it just me?" I cannot believe I actually said something so stupid! Kirihara groaned internally. Of course he knows it's hot out here, he was just sunbathing! But the other boy didn't seem to notice, and Kirihara relaxed a little.
Until Sengoku swung his muscular legs over the side of the raft. "Since it's so hot, wanna race? I bet I can swim to the shallow end and back first." Kirihara blinked. A race?
"Uh, sure I guess..." Akaya muttered, feeling just a little bit apprehensive.
"Awesome." Sengoku grinned. "And let's up the stakes, shall we? Winner gets to have the loser do whatever he wants."
Kirihara could feel the blush rising in his cheeks. But really, what do I have to lose? I am so going to win. Never thought those tennis lessons my parents threw at me would come in handy, but hey, now I have the stamina and muscle to win and then... Kirihara stopped himself. It was time to focus, not daydream! He grinned back at the other boy, taking up his goggles. "Sounds good to me. Anything, right?" Not waiting for an answer, he dove in, goggles on and ready to swim. Ready to win.
Little did Akaya know that his opponent was also a tennis player. Sengoku was not only a worthy opponent in that game, but also boxing. How else do you think he got such a muscular figure? The redhead dove in as well. "Yup! We agreed on anything..."
Powerful stroke matched powerful stroke, cutting through the placid water. Mouths broke free of the water's grip to draw in gasping breaths. Legs propelled two fit bodies through the pool, matching the other's speed. But Kirihara, for all his stamina and confidence, began to feel the difference as Sengoku began to steadily outpace him. No! I won't lose, I can't. I will not lose to him, of all people...With those thoughts came the familiar surge of strength and confidence, and Kirihara swam faster, gaining on his rival and goal. The other side loomed large before them, and Kirihara couldn't help but smile as he drew another breath. He could almost see Sengoku's red hair as their lips touched...
Poor boy. It was that idle thought that caused him his victory. With the ease of an experienced swimmer (it was his pool after all) Kiyosumi pulled ahead. Gasping for breath, Akaya popped out of the water, pouting.
"Aw, don't be sad, Kiri-kun!" Sengoku chirped. "Now, what do I want from you?" Suddenly, his voice turned from friendly to predatory. "And exactly how much are you willing to give?" he purred, backing the other teen up against the side and smirking…
A/N: Yeah, I am not yet ready to write actual smut, as much of it as I've read. Sorry, loves!