EVERYTHING IS UNSAID. Friendship, the last of four chapters. Please continue to review and link your friends to this fanfic. This is the end! 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 chapter contains male body parts and touching. Read at your own risk.

Their game of Truth Or Dare ended and Eiji remained on Oishi's lap until the timer for the cake went off and he reluctantly stood from Oishi's lap to Oishi's squeals of "Don't let it burn! Don't let it burn!" Once the two of them were in the kitchen, Oishi realized how awkward things had become now that they had kissed. He openly stared at Eiji's behind as the red head pulled the cake out of the oven.

He set it on the counter and spun around to tackle Oishi in a hug that surprised him so much it nearly knocked him off his feet. "Yay, cake! We made a cake!" Eiji exclaimed, finally pulling away from his tennis partner.

So maybe things weren't so awkward after all.

They waited together in the kitchen until the cake was cool enough to eat and then Eiji put candles on it and lit it up, sticking his tongue out as he focused on carrying the cake (on top of his head, no less) to the living room as a panicked Oishi followed him a reasonable distance away.

Soon, everyone sang (except Ryoma and Tezuka, of course) and began eating the cake after Eiji blew out all the candles. Oishi went back to his spot on the couch and Eiji soon sat down next to him, their arms brushing once more.

Minutes turned into hours of talking about their old tennis matches and laughing and having fun.

By ten o'clock, everyone had left and Oishi and Eiji cleaned everything up in silence.

After everything was cleaned up, the pair headed up to Eiji's room where Eiji shamelessly pulled into pajamas while Oishi forced himself to look away as he sat down on the edge of the bed, eying the cover as though it were every interesting.

The redhead walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth for the fourth time that day. Once the bathroom door was closed, Oishi knew exactly how long Eiji would take to brush his teeth but he still rushed into his pajamas before sitting down on Eiji's bed and turning on the television.

The bathroom door opened moments later and Eiji reemerged, looking as happy as ever as he joined Oishi on the bed, glad to notice Oishi was watching tennis.

At first, the two sat in silence as they watched the tennis match, both intent on the game and interested in who would win. After a good 45 minutes, Eiji's attention span went and he began talking about their own upcoming matches as Oishi somewhat listened and tried to watch the match occurring on the screen as well, but he found his mind wandering.

One of the things he loved about Eiji was his innocence; his amazing child-like innocence. A lot of things about Eiji were pure and untouched and inexperienced with life or the difficulties of it, not that Oishi knew much about life either, but with the way he acted, he sure thought he did.

Another thing he loved about Eiji was how he could turn any situation fun or exciting. The only bad thing about Eiji was his complete obliviousness to many things. But Oishi often wondered how oblivious Eiji really was; after all, Eiji almost seemed aware of Oishi's feelings when they had been making out.

At that thought, visions of the two of them kissing ran through Oishi's mind and the feeling of Eiji's lips pressed against his own was all too familiar as Oishi announced he was going to go use the bathroom, leaving a pouting Eiji all sprawled out on the bed.

Oishi entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He used the bathroom and washed his hands, splashing cold water on his face as he tried to forget about making out with Eiji.

But it was no use. He distinctly remembered the feeling of their tongues colliding and how good it felt. Giving in, Oishi fell to the ground and pulled his pajama pants and boxers down, his back against the wall as he began touching himself with careful strokes, not noticing anything - not even the sound of the water in the sink running or how that certain light bulb drove him insane with the way it flickered every few seconds.

His mind was focused only on Eiji, his tennis partner whom he had suddenly found himself thinking about in ways that extended far beyond friendship. The strokes became faster and he was nearly finished when the door opened and in popped Eiji just in time to watch Oishi finish off.

Oishi turned the color of a tomato as he watched the other's reaction.

First Eiji looked down at Oishi's exposed body part and tilted his head to the side as he looked at the mess surrounding it. "Oh," he giggled, grabbing a towel and throwing it at Oishi before walking out and closing the door behind him.

After cleaning himself up, Oishi waited several moments before leaving the bathroom, still humiliated. Eiji was laying on the bed, staring at the television. It was a commercial for make-up, so Oishi knew his best friend wasn't paying the screen any attention.

The dark-haired boy cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, picking imaginary pieces of fuzz off his pajamas. He cleared his throat and looked up at the television as the tennis match resumed. So he sat there awkwardly, watching the match in silence. He wasn't tired at all, and by the looks of it, neither was Eiji.

The two sat watching the match for a half an hour before Eiji giggled and said "remember when you did something like that?" He was referring to a move made by the man on the screen.

Oishi couldn't help but grin, clearly remembering the moment he had made that particular move. It had been one of their best matches.

After that, conversation ensued and the two had a long talk about how they first met and the best matches they had played.

Minutes turned into hours and the television was turned off as they continued talking until both could hardly keep their eyes open and their words stopped making sense.

As the sun rose, Oishi yawned and got off Eiji's bed so he could get comfortable on his usual spot on the floor. He put his head on the pillow and found that it was extremely cold on the floor.

Not being one to complain, Oishi watched as Eiji turned off the light.

"Good night."

"Night."

Within moments, Oishi's teeth were chattering and his whole body was shaking as he tried to sleep on the cold ground.

"... Get up here," Eiji said, pulling back the blankets on his bed so Oishi could get in. Too tired and cold to protest, Oishi climbed into the bed next to Eiji who pulled up the covers and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired boy, who sighed against Eiji and buried his face in the red head's shoulder. Oishi's heart pounded out of his chest and it became harder to breathe and he was almost okay as he realized that Eiji only thought of him as a friend. After a few minutes, the two fell asleep in each other's arms and time continued to pass.