Pairing: YuuTari
Disclaimer: not mine, cool? cool.
Oshitari stretched and blinked, the soft light of the early morning sun filtering into his room through his open blinds. Hyoutei had won yesterday's match, which wasn't surprising, as Rikkai's best players wouldn't be on the Regulars team until winter. But that wasn't what had him smiling as the sugarplum fairies faded out of existence. Yagyuu had invited him along to a game of golf with Sanada and Yanagi. He wasn't sure why in particular Yagyuu played golf with those two, but it would be interesting to see what Yagyuu usually did on days off.
Looking at the clock, he quickly dressed (in non-preppy clothing, mind you - a nice untucked shirt and khakis were normal clothing) and grabbed a matching visor before heading out the door.
"I presume you've already met, but in any case, Oshitari Yuushi, Sanada Genichirou, Yanagi Renji." Yagyuu made clear gestures as he said the names of individuals so famous in the junior tennis world that they needed no introduction. Greetings were murmured around the circle as the two sized up the one, and vice versa. Oshitari was quite surprised that Sanada and Yagyuu were wearing polo shirts tucked into pressed slacks, while Yanagi was actually decked out in a short-sleeved dress shirt, knit vest and slacks, complete with matching half gloves. Given where they were, it was to be expected, but he was still glad that he was wearing what he was.
"Have you ever played golf before, Oshitari-san?" Yanagi asked. It was kind of weird, having Yanagi's closed eyes "looking" at him.
"No, not really. Atobe's made me play before, but I never really picked it up," Oshitari replied as they headed towards the entrance of the club's golf course. Ever since realizing exactly how well-off the Rikkai Regulars were, the fact that the three boys' families belonged to the same elite club came as no surprise - in fact, he had half expected it. However, he hadn't thought that the three had played golf together since the beginning of middle school.
"So you know the basic terms and rules then?" Yanagi continued, as Yagyuu told the desk worker what equipment they needed to rent.
"Yes... just one set, Yagyuu?" Oshitari queried. It would be odd if they were sharing equipment at such a ritzy place.
"We all have our own - I'm sure Atobe-san did too, ahn?" Yagyuu smirked, paying for the rental before Oshitari could protest. A look, uncaught by Oshitari, was passed between Sanada and Yanagi, who then directed their eyes back to Yagyuu.
After the three Rikkai boys had retrieved their equipment from their lockers, they headed out to what Sanada claimed was an easy course. An hour later, Oshitari really didn't want to know what Sanada thought of as a "difficult course" as his eighth shot on a "par three hole," whatever that was, again dipped into the hole before rolling right back out. Sanada and Yanagi had each finished with three hits, Yagyuu with two, while his first shot didn't even make the green and his second landed in the rough.
Beyond just slightly embarrassed now, Oshitari moved to position himself again when he heard a sound behind him. "Yuushi, want some help?" Yagyuu asked. At first, he wasn't sure if that was a little too debasing, but upon further reflection of how he might never pass this hole, Oshitari made a small, grateful sound of assent. He was about to move aside for Yagyuu to take his place when he felt a chest press lightly against his back, as two hands wrapped around his and changed his position ever so slightly.
"Take a deep breath and stand up straight," Yagyuu whispered into his ear. Oshitari could feel a faint flush rising up his neck - Sanada and Yanagi were standing a mere few feet away, watching them, and Yagyuu was practically cuddling with him? "Don't move below your hips. Just a light tap will do, but make sure your body is doing the swinging, not just your arms. That should be enough power to not fall short." Yagyuu was either oblivious to or fully enjoying the compromising position they were in; at the moment, Oshitari wasn't sure which was right.
Yagyuu's warmth was finding its way through their thin clothing easily, and the mild cologne that Yagyuu was wearing - that he always wore, come to think of it - permeated Oshitari's thoughts. It was deep and just a little spicy, both calming and stimulating, kind of like the gentleman himself. He forced his muscles to relax and let Yagyuu rotate his chest and arms ever so little, before releasing the light tap. The dimpled white ball rolled slowly but surely towards the ever-elusive hole, wavering just a little on the edge before falling in.
"See? Nice and easy." Yagyuu ghosted a kiss at the top of Oshitari's jawbone, slightly behind his earlobe, before releasing him. Oshitari felt a shiver run through his spine. "Shall we head towards the next hole?" Yagyuu asked the others, retrieving the ball and handing it back to Oshitari.
"Sorry for holding up your game," Oshitari said, as sheepish as he ever got.
"Don't worry about it." That only made Sanada's fourth sentence that day, Oshitari mused. This boy was more silent than Hiyoshi, and Hiyoshi only spoke when necessary.
At the end of the day, after saying goodbye to Yanagi and Sanada, Yagyuu walked Oshitari to the train station. "I hope you weren't too bored today," Yagyuu said.
"No, it was interesting, seeing what you three do." Oshitari looked up at the clear, early twilight sky that was no longer day, not yet night. It was kind of like their situation - Yagyuu was no longer really here, but not yet gone. Fitting. "Sanada-san doesn't talk a lot, does he." It was more a statement than a question, but Yagyuu chuckled and answered anyway.
"No, Sanada thinks of speaking as we think of chores - something to be done only because others tell us we should. And I suppose you found Yanagi's idea of 'seeing' to be unnerving also?"
"Actually, I did," Oshitari smiled at his boyfriend. Their eyes met just as the train roared in, and the smiles melted from both of their faces.
"Well, I'll be seeing you, then," Oshitari finally spoke, turning to get on the train.
"See you," Yagyuu echoed.
As the train pulled out of the station, Oshitari's cell phone rang. Yagyuu's picture lit up the display screen. "Hello?"
"Yuushi, if I come on the next train, will you..." Yagyuu's voice, wavering in its uncertainty, paused for a moment. Just as there was a deep intake a breath for more words, Oshitari interrupted.
"Yes."
They're 15. Gotta keep reminding myself that they're still freshmen in high school. Freshmen! Granted, I was a junior when I was 15, but I still didn't act like that. ;kjlasdf.
Oh golf. Haha. My knowledge of golf starts and ends at "people hit balls into holes" and I only did a little bit of research for it, so please tell me if parts are abhorrently incorrect. If I were to write about my sports though... I already did skating, and I don't think they could get 15-year-olds into pistol ranges as easily as they can a golf course. So, manga!PoT, meet anime!PoT.
As usual, comments are loved, critiques are adored. chapters, anyway, for which we will return to our regular programming.
I have a guilty liking for SanaAto, even if I gave Atobe to Jirou for this fic. P Comment, critiques, errors appreciated.