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Note to all : No, no, I haven't forgotten about my other stories, don't worry. I sometimes find myself getting random bits of ideas without being able to string them into something usable, and here's where they'll end up! This is a collection of one-shots/short stories/drabbles about the silver pair from Hyoutei, Prince of Tennis, with other pairs mentioned here and there. Rated T generally, with individual ratings inside each chapter/story. Stories may or may not be related to one another, so be sure to read the Summary!
Title : #4 - Dress Code
Summary : "Choutarou, have you told your parents yet? They called to ask me over on Saturday night, did you ask them to do that?" The moment Choutarou heard those words from Shishido Senpai, his mind immediately jumped to the worse possible conclusion, which happened to be the exactly correct one. Not that he could expect anything lesser from things like this.. Or could he? Not too good with my summaries yet, pardon me for that.. Another drabble, a little fluff here and there, rated T to be safe. Hope you'll enjoy.
"Neh, Aniki," Shishido Ryou finally managed after hesitating for a good ten minutes outside in the corridor, his head extended tentatively into Shishido Jun's room as he held a careful and controlled expression on his face. "Aniki!" He called out again, louder this time as he noticed that the older boy was listening to his music.
Jun whipped around, pulling out his earphones from his ears as he did. "Did I just hear wrongly, or did you just called me 'aniki'?"
"Whatever. I have something to ask."
"Fire away, my dearest -"
"Jun. Don't start that."
After he was satisfied with his brother's momentary silence, Ryou sighed and tried to keep his mind on the impending challenge he had to tackle. Letting himself into his older brother's room slowly, Ryou tried his best to keep his eyes off the disturbingly obscene choice of decoration that coloured every single in of the spacious room. He didn't have much time to spend on worrying about unnecessary things at the moment.
"So, what was so important that my dearest brother had to -"
"Aniki.."
"Fine, fine! What is it then?"
"Say.." Ryou begun slowly, eyes slowly tracing the carpetted floor as he tried to spot even a single pattern in the seeming mess of fur, his mind running through the questions that he had long planned to ask. Not just for his sake, but for his love and his relationship's sake as well. "What's the dress code for a violin recital? For.. A girl."
A little embarrassed and agitated as his brother fell silent totally, ogling at him as though he had just sprouted horns and a tail, Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, and willed himself not to think about it. "I need you to teach me ettiquete. You only have half an hour."
Jun's wide, open mouth was all he needed to confirm his nagging thoughts - This is crazy, and this will hardly be possible.
But he had to do it.
It was 7:25 in the evening, and his parents had forced him to sit in the living room as they all waited.
Ootori Choutarou was dressed in a semi-formal, his long white sleeves rolled up slightly to free his hands, a deep blue tie lying half slacked on his chest. His vest, a dark, sleeveless one, slung over the head of his sofa seat. His father was in something similar except for the fact that he already had his jacket on, while his mother was in a formal, royal green evening gown. All of them, including the nervous but silenced Choutarou, were waiting patiently for a certain Shishido's arrival - After all, it was 5 minutes to 7:30 p.m..
This was exactly what he had been dreading since the day he had accidentally let slipped to his parents that he was currently dating 'Shishido Senpai'. Of course, his parents both knew that 'Shishido Senpai', or who they'd rather refer to as the 'rough boy who plays as our son's partner on the tennis team', but they had refused to make the connection between this 'Shishido Senpai' and the other 'Shishido Senpai', which actually was the same person all along.
Of course, Choutarou couldn't understand why it was so hard to tell his parents that he was dating Shishido Ryou, who, just like himself, was a perfectly normal boy with slightly unusual preferences when it came to relationship partners.
Besides, inviting his boyfriend over for a violin recital without previously meeting him, or even knowing him for that matter of fact, was simply an overkill - He didn't even know until he was approached by a suspicious Shishido Senpai, who brought it up almost too casually during one of their lunch sessions a few days ago. Confirming that Choutarou hadn't been able to take any part of the planning of this evening's plans didn't change the fact that Shishido Senpai had already agreed to attend the performance. It wouldn't.
This was just one of those meet-the-parents session in disguise, probably for his parents to assess his first boyfriend.
The door bell rang suddenly, sending a short, shrill note to echo throughout the rather empty residence of the Ootori family, piercing through the stale silence in the living room like a blade of a sword to melted butter. The bell was the signal to Shishido Senpai's arrival, and yet he hadn't even gotten the right message through his parents' head. Sighing, Choutarou hung his head in dismay as his mother pushed herself off the couch to answer the door.
Hearing his mother shuffle away, Choutarou squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine the worst scenario that could happen the moment his parents found that the person at the front door was actually that 'rough and vulgar' Shishido Ryou Senpai.
They'll send him oversaes straight away, that's for sure. Build a safe distance between their dearest, supposedly-straight, brain-washed and well behaved son and that crude and loud gangster-like boy who has corrupted their son to forgo his musical talents and to playrough sports like tennis. Considering this, though, Choutarou felt extremely depressed and ashamed, partly at himself for thinking so badly of his parents, partly because it'll kill him if that happened, partly because he was almost sure this would definitely happen.
The door clicked open, and he heard his mother's surprised exclaim. Not a good sign.
Please, Kami-sama, please let things work out well..
"Ah, you must be.. Shishido-chan?"
That's strange..? Choutarou whipped around, his gaze shooting towards the front door, a brow lifted as he studying his mother's surprised features. The door shielded Shishido Senpai nicely, so he couldn't see.. But still, it was impossible for his mother to not know Shishido Senpai.. And wait, did she just said "Shishido-chan"?
As though not understanding his wife's reaction as well, Choutarou's father stood up and crossed the room to join his wife, his son gulping nervously, still in his seat. Upon seeing his father's surprised expression too, Choutarou's eyes widened, not understanding what's going on.
"Good evening, Ootori-san, I hope I haven't kept you guys waiting.." Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh..?!
That's.. That's Shishido Senpai.. Right..? But that person.. Sounds so.. Sharp.. And.. Gentle.. Almost.. Almost girl-like..
"Don't worry, Shishido-chan, you haven't."
"Uhm, I'm Shishido Ren, Ootori-san. Ren-chan will do.. Please take care of me.."
"Oh, of course, of course.."
Choutarou jumped as his mother whipped around to glare at him, completely not getting what had just happened. Ren-chan? Where's Shishido Senpai? Seeing that her son wasn't going to move anytime soon without more prompts, Choutarou's mother snapped her lips impatiently and rounded her son, grabbing his vest as she did.
"Why didn't you bring her home before this? She's pretty!"
Choutarou had the nagging suspicion that it wasn't Shishido Senpai at the door, or that Shishido Senpai was hiding something very, very important from him.
He wasn't totally off the mark.. But he might as well have been, when he saw the Shishido Senpai at the door.
Ryou moaned, but after nothing but a dry choking sound escaped his lips, he snapped his glossy lips shut and started pulling out the ribbon from his hair. He had to keep resisting the urge to lick his own lips, because even though his brother had claimed that he was using some sort of strawberry lip gloss, they tasted nothing like strawberries. Drawing out a piece of paper from the box beside him, Ryou stuck it between his lips and pressed down, hoping this was enough to get rid of all the gloss on his lips.
His throat felt dry, and he needed water. It felt weird, because he had been trying not to swallow his saliva while trying to keep his lips moist, which landed him in this state. There was only one reason why he had to keep his lips moist was because he had to keep talking, and that was because Choutarou's parents had used twice as much effort listening to the recital on chatting with him, on every subject possible between parents and their child's relationship partner. And Choutarou.. Had been really helpful. Choutarou spent almost the whole time staring at him like he's never seen him before. In a way, that was true. Painfully true. But painfully disturbing, and annoying as well.
The earrings came off easily, too, since he had been using the clipped on type his brother had offered. Ryou growled angrily as he squeezed his eyes shut; Making a cute sound that, to Choutarou, sounded almost like he was annoyed and unsatistifed, while in actual fact the older boy just felt angry and very, very tormented. Swearing to god that he'll never attempt this again unless he really had to, Ryou forced himself to look away from his glossy, painted blue nails, reminding himself that he had done this for a good cause.
The stupid, restricting jacket his brother had made him wear over his sleeveless gown came off right next, and Ryou gasped almost tore a hole in it in disgust and his haste to get it off him. Well, he hated it of course, but his brother had been so kind enough to lend it to him, claiming that it was 'one of his favourites', not that he cared, but.. Ah well. He really had to thank his brother for his help this time. The least he could probably do was to be gentle with his brother's things.
He couldn't do anything about the dress, though, and he'd probably have to wait till he was somewhere else to change out of it. The make up.. He'll need some weird facial wipes or something, but they're in his brother's tiny, female hand bag, one which he never wanted to see again for the rest of his life. Which reminds him, he absolutely hated the way girls like to dress for formal occasions-
"Shishido Senpai.. If you start stripping beside me, I won't be able to concentrate on driving.."
"Shut up and drive! You were ogling at me throughout the whole recital, don't think I didn't notice!"
They were lucky enough to be able to escape in Choutarou's car. If not, Ryou wasn't at all sure if he could handle anymore of that torture. Or the talking, to be honest.
"You're really pretty tonight.."
"I don't like being called pretty!"
"But you are.. And it was hard to not stare.."
"That's an excuse!"
"But your chest-"
"I'll murder you- KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!"
"AHHHHHHHH-"
Shishido leaned over and grabbed the wheel, luckily pulling them off the road with traffic travelling in the opposite direction just before them would be flattened by the incoming truck. As they managed to drift back onto the right side of the road, both boys found themselves breathing heavily in shock, Ryou more so than Choutarou. However, that landed Ryou in a weird position, his back against Choutarou's chest, his 'chest' almost on Choutarou's lap. Both boys immediately found themselves blushing, and Ryou gasped as Choutarou took the wheel back from him, the younger boy's wider hands over his freezing cold ones.
"Your hands are cold, Shishido Senpai.." Despite their positions, Choutarou noticed this first. Of course he would.
"The hall was cold. The dress didn't offer much- Choutarou, why are you pulling over?"
His hands were still on the wheel, wrapped in Choutarou's gentle, but more firm, commanding ones. Choutarou slowed the car to a graduate stop, pulling over by the side of the road, and Shishido noticed vaguely that they had stopped in front of a row of unnamed shops. He couldn't exactly focus on that now, though. Not when he had Choutarou breathing down his neck, since he was leaning over in such a weird position.
His seat belt was quickly unclipped by Choutarou, who had stretched his long, skillful hands over without him noticing. When the younger boy drew back his arm, though, he was lifted into Choutarou's laps, casuing him to gasp in surprise, flushing a deeper shade of crimson. Choutarou hugged him from behind, causing him to sit upright against Choutarou's chest.
"Choutarou!"
He could feel the bulge in Choutarou's pants. Of course. It was against his bottom, and they were only seperated by a couple of layers of fabric. Choutarou had returned to cuddling Ryou's hands in his own, trying to warm it up by rubbing their skin against each other's gently. Ryou found that it was almost impossible to fight the blush anymore, as much as he wanted to control the flow of his blood towards his pants..
"I've been trying to control.. I really have.."
Moaning, struggling to keep his head level as Choutarou started nibbling down his neck, Ryou screwed his eyes shut, pushing Choutarou away as the other boy stared at him with huge, glossy eyes.
"At least.. At least get to my house first!"
"But.."
"I'm not going to do it in your car again-"
"But.."
"Start driving, or I'm going back to my seat-"
Choutarou sighed, finally. "Okay.."
Shifting his hands to the wheel, bringing Choutarou's ones as well, Ryou grabbed the wheel as though it was his only driftwood on the ocean, desperate to keep himself in control. The car started slowly, but at last, they were moving. Ryou shuffled slightly in Choutarou's lap in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, but ended up blushing again as younger boy moaned needily into his ear. Opps.
"Shishido Senpai..?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I.. Can you keep the dress on later-"
"No."
"Please..?"
"No- Don'tnibblemyearwhenI'mtryingtodrive- Choutarou.."
"Pretty, pretty please..?"
"No- STOP!"
"You look really good in it.."
"No- FINE. I'll have to ask-"
"Shishido Senpai.."
Pulling sharply into the empty lot in front of his house, Ryou growled in annoyance as Choutarou grinned sheepishly by the side. They had narrowly avoided death about five times in the last few minutes as Ryou tried to speed to his house, just because Choutarou had been nibbling his ear.. Which was what the younger boy had just resumed doing right now.
"Shishido Senpai-" Choutarou managed between nibbling, forcing moans after moans to escape from Shishido's still glossy lips.
"Ahhh.. Fine.."
"Yay!"
"Just.. Don't dirty it.."
"I won't."
"I love you, Shishido Senpai.."
"If it's just the dress-"
"Don't be silly, Shishido Senpai. You really sound like a girl.."
"Fine."
Allowing himself to be carried all the way into his house, bridal style, Ryou sighed and buried his face into Choutarou's chest, listening to Choutarou's quiet chuckles until they reached his room.
"I love you too, Choutarou.."
He knew Choutarou must have heard him, because all he heard as an answer was Choutarou's delighted chuckle before he was set gently onto his bed. With his dress and make up still on.
