Disclaimer: This still annoys me. -_- I don't own Prince of Tennis.
There were a lot of new things Niou learned about Yagyuu in the last few weeks since they had officially began dating.
They both already knew each other very well in terms of school mannerism and tennis moves. Of course they did because they could pull off a perfect switch during any tennis match and baffle their opponents. But normal habits outside of school were mostly a mystery to them.
Niou learned that Yagyuu couldn't stand spicy food at all, yet the gentleman loved eating bitter dark chocolate regularly. Niou found that gross.
He found out that Yagyuu's closet held 78 pairs of shoes as well as an alarming amount of simple accessories like scarves and belts. Yagyuu freaked out at anyone who dared open his precious closet. This fact actually amused Niou.
And after sleeping in the same bed as Yagyuu for a few nights, Niou discovered that the gentleman loved to cling tightly to others in his sleep. He would have found it cute, but his arm did get numb pretty fast for how tightly Yagyuu held onto it. It was only much later at night that Niou actually managed to shove Yagyuu off.
Sure, they had had sex plenty of times before but Niou had never stayed long afterwards, so it was a major change to spend the entire night in Yagyuu's arms. Yet, it made Niou happy to see Yagyuu's completely defenceless face in a deep sleep. He was able to stare as much as he wanted and even poke the gentleman if he so wanted.
Presently, it was one rather chilly morning when Niou woke up in Yagyuu'sbed, sweltering hot, because of a certain type of dream.
In a hurry, Niou carefully pulled back the covers around him and looked down. Good, he hadn't made a mess. But, he was hard. Crap. Stupid wet dreams are stupid.
It was only natural. He was a hormonal teenage boy.
Niou and Yagyuu hadn't done it at all since they started dating. Truth be told, it wasn't on their minds very much lately. They had been fine with getting to know each other better and leaving the sexual exploits for some later time.
But now that Niou was aroused, he became bluntly aware that he had not gotten proper release in weeks. And of course Yagyuu chose that very moment to stir, indicating that the gentleman was waking up. No wait... if Niou thought about it, it might not be such a bad thing that Yagyuu was awake.
The gentleman didn't open his eyes right away. He realized hazily that Niou was not in his arms, so he scooted to the side, extending his hands and grabbing hold of the warm body next to him. Yagyuu mumbled a sleepy "good morning" and ran his hands along Niou's chest.
"Hiroshi, I have a slight problem." said Niou, his voice sounded strained.
Yagyuu sighed contently, wanting to go back to sleep next to his lover like this. Niou was really warm and the air outside was cold. "Mhmm wha's your problem?" slurred a sleepy Yagyuu.
Niou grabbed Yagyuu's hand, the one that had been on his chest, and dragged it downwards until it was touching his hard shaft through his pyjama pants.
"This." hissed Niou.
The gentleman didn't react at first. Yagyuu really wasn't a morning person and stayed in a sleepy stupor for quite a while. Niou waited while Yagyuu slowly sighed again and began to move his hand.
'Nmm… Niou's problem… wha's he talkin' about?' wondered Yagyuu. His hand was under the covers, touching Niou's pyjama. He carefully moved his fingers. 'Wha's this thing? 'S just Niou's clothes…' Yagyuu gave a yawn, not comprehending the situation yet. 'Mmm… there's a wet spot… water? Niou's thirsty?' Yagyuu gave a small squeeze with his hand, causing Niou to gasp and inhale sharply. 'Niou? Wait, this place here is a little hard…'
Yagyuu eyes snapped wide open upon realization and he was sitting up in a flash, finally out of his comatose state. He grabbed his glasses from the night stand and observed the situation at hand, pulling back the covers.
Indeed, he had guessed right. Niou was slightly flushed and breathing harshly. There was an obvious bulge in the trickster's pants along with a wet spot.
"Sorry, I had a dream and woke up like this." explained Niou. Yagyuu just kept on staring. How long had it been since he'd seen an aroused Niou? Four weeks? More than a month for sure.
"It's fine. It is a perfectly normal phenomenon." said Yagyuu.
The trickster pulled down his pyjama pants to release his straining member, hissing as it sprang free. He looked at Yagyuu expectantly but the gentleman didn't move.
"Hey, aren't you going to help me?" demanded Niou.
Yagyuu contemplated it for a second, sitting back on the pillows behind him. "Well that depends…"
"On what?"
"On who it was you dreamed about of course." said Yagyuu, an evil gleam in his eye behind his lenses.
Niou blushed and averted his eyes. "Gee, I wonder who it could be." he said, sarcasm in his voice. "Surely it couldn't have been the person I see every day and think about all the time. Of course it's not the person whose bed I sleep in most nights."
Yagyuu glared, not amused by the sarcastic tone.
"God Hiroshi, do you really need to ask? Of course it's you. Fuck, you invade my thoughts even in my dreams." said Niou. "And now my hard-on is getting to be really painful. So can you get a move on please?"
Yagyuu sighed dramatically despite the fact that his own lower parts were beginning to take interest. The gentleman brought his lips to Niou's mouth before trailing his face down, passing a warm chest and still going down. Niou gave a small gasp when he felt Yagyuu kiss the tip of his member, rubbing it along his lips and smearing pre-come on his face. Niou's hips pushed upward.
"You really should not be so impatient, Niou-kun." said Yagyuu. "I might just accidentally bite you." Yagyuu nibbled the sides of the hot member with his teeth. When he reached the base, he trailed his teeth along the sensitive underside all the way to the top. "Did I do this to you in your dream, Masaharu?"
"Yeahhhh." hissed Niou, parting his legs wider and arching up his hips for more. He loved the husky tone Yagyuu was using to say his name.
Yagyuu swallowed the tip, swirling his tongue around the pink and sensitive skin. "Is this better than your dream, Masaharu?" Yagyuu asked, his lips brushing Niou's member with every word. Niou cried out, letting out a loud moan that Yagyuu took as an affirmative to his question.
Oh god, how he had managed to not do this with Yagyuu for over a month was a mystery for Niou himself. As much as he loved dating Yagyuu, the sweet pleasure the gentleman gave him was just too good. And he only now seemed to remember that fact.
Yagyuu continued working his mouth diligently until Niou shuddered and came with a long moan, releasing deep in Yagyuu's throat. Yagyuu pulled back and wiped his lips with a tissue.
"I apologize that we can't go further right now, but we do have school and my father is home." said Yagyuu.
Niou stretched, feeling at peace with the loss of his erection. "Can we continue tonight?" asked Niou, feeling like he would burst if they didn't do it soon. It would give him something to look forward to. But wait, they already had a date planned out that evening. "No wait… I also wanted to go see that movie with you…" Niou was conflicted.
"Think about it then." said Yagyuu.
Niou gave a sheepish smile. "Can we do both? We could go on our date and then we can have sex afterwards at my place."
Yagyuu sighed, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Niou's lips.
"Fine." said Yagyuu, a tiny smirk playing at his lips. "Really, I spoil you too much."
"Is it because you love me?" asked Niou, hooking his arms around Yagyuu's neck.
"Of course, Masaharu. Otherwise, why would I let you drag me to the movies to see Jackass III?"
Genichirou narrowed his eyes at Niou and Yagyuu. Those two were being awfully touchy to each other, especially right now during tennis practice. It was the fifteenth time Genichirou saw Niou deliberately running his hand along Yagyuu's hands, arm or thigh. He could almost see the sexual tension flying between them. Genichirou wondered how long Yagyuu would last at this rate. Certainly not long.
Even so, he had half a mind to TARUNDORU them for slacking off during practice.
"You shouldn't pay so much attention to other guys, Genichirou. I might get jealous." came Seiichi's voice. Genichirou turned around and saw Seiichi, arms folded with a jacket over his shoulders.
Genichirou snorted. "The day I leave you for Niou is the day Atobe will turn humble. It will never happen." Seiichi laughed at that before turning around to tell some freshmen to work harder. "So where were you? You just vanished from practice after it started." asked the vice-captain.
"Me? I was talking to Keigo-kun on the phone. I finally got him to understand that dating six people at once is a bad thing and is considered to be cheating. Atobe should be announcing his unfaithfulness to his entire team soon." said Seiichi, picking up his tennis racket and moving forward so that he stood next to Genichirou.
The two worked that way during practice. They stood side-by-side; Genichirou observed the court and shouted out to people while Seiichi pointed things out and told Genichirou so that the vice-captain could shout at others even more.
Only an hour in, Seiichi spotted Niou making his way to the locker room. Normally anyone would think he needed a drink or a towel, but Seiichi knew better than that.
"Genichirou, Niou just went in the locker rooms. I bet you anything that Yagyuu will follow in five minutes." murmured Seiichi.
To no one's surprise, Seiichi's prediction came true. Genichirou frowned and was about to yell out to Yagyuu, but Seiichi's hand on his arm stopped him.
"Leave them be. It will be much more fun to watch them run overtime after practice while we have our own fun in the locker room." Seiichi leaned up to whisper in Genichirou's ear. "It will even be more painful for them because they'll be sore and sticky."
Genichirou looked pleased at that. "Wonderful idea. But even so... I can't sit still knowing they are slacking off under my nose. I think I'll have someone walk in on them." he said. Genichirou set his eyes on Jackal. "JACKAL! I want you to go in the locker rooms and tell Niou and Yagyuu that every minute they spend in there is equal to twenty laps."
Jackal looked confused but nodded and ran off to do his job. Genichirou then called on Marui. The redhead had been slacking off anyways, eating cakes and sweets that his stalker had given him.
"Marui! I want you to grab a handful of tennis balls and go throw them as hard as you can at Yagyuu and Niou in the locker rooms. Then repeat about five times." said Genichirou. Marui looked at the vice-captain like he was crazy before leaving his cakes behind and picking up a handful of balls. Jackal came back out of the locker room looking pale and sick. Seiichi looked amused.
It didn't take too long for all the regulars, Niou and Yagyuu included, to be back on the field, either running or playing a match. Yagyuu and Niou kept on giving deadly glares to the captain and vice-captain. Seiichi was going to have to watch his back for a while because those two were probably out for revenge.
Seiichi ended up playing a match against Akaya after the devil ace had begged and begged for one. Of course Seiichi won and Akaya retreated to Yanagi's side to pout and whine. Seiichi made sure to tell Akaya how much better he was getting. Akaya smiled at that before once again vowing to one day defeat every person on the tennis team.
Practice ended as usual. The freshmen picked up the balls and swept the court with brooms. The others went on home quickly. The regulars, who had worked the hardest, went to the lockers rooms and washed up before leaving. Niou and Yagyuu were the exceptions; they were still running outside and would be for at least another hour, according to Yanagi… or at least until the gates closed. It's fine though since they would just continue the next morning.
Once everyone had left the locker room, it was suddenly Seiichi and Genichirou's favourite part of the day. Genichirou cornered Seiichi and began kissing him senselessly against the lockers. Seiichi moaned at the rushed kisses and slick tongue swipes darting in and out of his mouth. His hands were being held captive by Genichirou's hands on either side of his head. Saliva dripped down his chin.
"Hah… Gen, wait." said Seiichi. Genichirou pressed another heated kiss to Seiichi's open mouth, sucking on the lower lip.
"Mhmm, what is it?" asked Genichirou. Seiichi tried moving his hands. Genichirou saw that and let go of the bluenette's hands. When he leaned in for more, Seiichi put a halting finger on Genichirou's lips.
"Hold on, Gen." Seiichi gave a smile. "Today you'll be the one waiting for me." Seiichi darted out of Genichirou's grip to grab his bag. The bluenette ran towards the changing stalls. "I'll be right back. And no peeking!"
A huff left Genichirou's lips. Well, he had done the same to Seiichi the previous night so it was only fair. Plus, Genichirou was always reminded of how long Seiichi had to put up with him back when he was afraid of doing anything too intimate. Seiichi had waited months for Genichirou so the least he could do is wait five minutes for Seiichi to reappear.
Genichirou spent exactly seven minutes and ten seconds looking out the window and enjoying the view of Yagyuu and Niou running laps as he waited for Seiichi to come out of the changing stalls. Yes, laps made him happy. Soon enough, Genichirou heard Seiichi come back.
"Genichirou, you can turn around now." said Seiichi from behind him. Genichirou turned around and nearly stopped breathing.
Seiichi was wearing that tennis uniform. It felt like forever since the day Seiichi had walked to practice wearing it, with the short shorts and tight slimming t-shirt that had broken the vice-captain's concentration every five seconds.
"You still have that?" asked Genichirou, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Of course I do." said Seiichi, strutting forward. The shorts truly did make Seiichi's legs look marvellous. "I thought that since you missed your chance the first time I wore it, you might want a second chance."
The only reply Seiichi got was a low growl before Genichirou attacked his lips once more, rough and demanding. Genichirou's hands latched on to Seiichi's firm ass, bringing it forward to press their bodies together. The vice-captain ran his hands along pale and smooth legs, taking the wonderful opportunity that he had let slip by the other time Seiichi had worn the skimpy tennis uniform.
"Do you take back what you said before about this outfit? Do you still think I shouldn't wear it?" whispered Seiichi through half-lidded eyes.
"No…" replied Genichirou. "I… I still think you shouldn't wear it."
Seiichi frowned. "Why not?" Did he really look that weird with it?
Genichirou smiled, lips trailing down Seiichi's throat. "Because… I think you look a lot better when you are not wearing anything."
Seiichi had on a feral expression and teasingly parted his legs, falling on Genichirou for support. "Shall we fix that?"
Author's Rant:
AH IT'S OVER. *dies* I really procrastinated with this chapter. =X
Thank you to everyone's who's read and supported me up to this point. I hope my next stories get as much love as this one did. Just the fact that many are upset that it's over makes me happy! And not because I'm a sadistic sicko who enjoys seeing you guys feel sad, but because it means the story was liked to a point that it will be missed. :)
So once again, thank you very much for reading! +_+
Next Chapter: Awww, did I get your hopes up? :( Sorry, there's no more.
