#13: Every Boy Deserves a Pony (Kisarazu/Yanagisawa)
Pairing/Fandom: Kisarazu/Yanagisawa, Prince of Tennis
Theme:#13: The Stables, or "Giddyap"
Title: Every Boy Deserves a Pony
Author/Artist: Leafy
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Horses, Shinya thought, had to be the most gorgeous creatures. They always looked so elegant, so refined. So sleek and glossy. He wanted to ride them. He wanted to touch them.
For a week now, since summer vacation had started, Shinya had been coming to the manor down the road to stare at the horses. Sometimes they were grazing, and sometimes they were stabled, but they never came close to him. The cars occasionally whizzing by on the road behind him were enough of a deterrent for them.
Sometimes he could see riders in one of the far fields, cantering around like they were part of the horse, looking like they hadn't a care in the world. And they probably didn't, he mused. They were rich. Shinya's family could hardly afford even a tenth of a horse, and there they were with a dozen. And a big, fancy house and big, fancy cars, to boot. Shinya just wanted one.
After a week's worth of watching, he couldn't stand it anymore. He was going to jump the fence. After all, there was nothing stopping him. And what was the harm in it? He would pet the horses for a while, and then leave. That was all. It wasn't as if he was going to steal them, or even ride them- he wouldn't know how if he tried. He was just going to pet them, he told himself, and then leave. And there was nothing wrong with that.
The fence was taller than he was, made of three wooden cross-rails with a wire mesh behind. He scaled it easily, using the meshwork as footholds and the wooden rails for balance. The barbed wire on top was no problem either, since there was plenty of room between the sharp bits for his hands and feet. Aside from tearing a somewhat large hole in his shirt and a smaller one in his knee, he vaulted cleanly over, landing on the other side with a thump. Shaking the shock out of his ankles, he walked directly towards the stables, plucking some of the grass from the field as a gift.
There was a black horse that Shinya had marked as his favorite from the very beginning. This was the horse that he went to first, offering up his grass, fingers outstretched, grinning at the tickle of the horse's lips against his palm. With the other hand, he stroked its ears, its glossy black neck, its mane, its surprisingly soft nose. He laughed as the horse nudged at his shoulder, asking for more food. Shinya was happy to provide.
He wasn't sure how long he spent visiting the horses, petting and feeding each one of them in turn. He knew it had to be well after lunchtime by now, but he was hardly hungry. He had returned to the black horse again, musing on how soulful its eyes were. He swore the horses could understand him when he spoke. They looked so intelligent.
Suddenly Shinya was snapped out of his reverie by an angry voice.
"You there!" it called. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Shinya turned to look. That was a mistake. He should have taken off running as soon as he heard the voice, as now he was rooted where he stood.
The speaker was a boy, probably about his own age, with neatly trimmed silky black hair (much like the horse he'd been admiring) and a stern, expressionless gaze. He was gorgeous. Shinya's mouth nearly fell open. The boy was wearing a black jacket with red sleeves, and tight, gray riding pants, tucked into sharp, black leather boots. He had a black velvet helmet in his left hand, and a leather riding crop in his right, and he was advancing on Shinya at a purposeful, steady pace.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded again. Shinya snapped out of it and bolted.
The boy didn't even laugh as he watched Shinya fall flat on his face in the dirt.
Shinya raised himself to his elbows, his face burning. The other boy was standing over him already, prodding his shoulder with the riding crop.
"Get up," he ordered. Shinya did so. He was surprised to note that the boy was actually slightly shorter than he was. With his slender build and the way his clothes fit him, he'd looked much taller.
"This is private property," he was saying. "I could have you arrested for trespassing." He seemed to be examining Shinya carefully from head to toe. Shinya was acutely aware of his own state: clothes full of holes and covered in dust, old tennis shoes nearly worn through, one knee slowly trickling blood down his leg. He couldn't tell whether the boy's expression was of disdain or haughty amusement. He said nothing. The other boy tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes curiously at him.
"Can you talk?" he asked, lifting Shinya's chin with the riding crop.
"Yes," Shinya said, pushing the thing away from his face. "And I'm sorry, da ne. I never meant to..."
"You never meant to climb a six foot fence, of course, I can see that. Terrible when these kinds of accidents happen."
Shinya looked away. He supposed he really had no excuse. 'I just wanted to pet the horses,' was suddenly sounding incredibly juvenile and dumb.
"What's your name?"
Shinya considered giving a fake name, but he couldn't think of one off the top of his head. "Yanagisawa Shinya," he said finally.
"Kisarazu Atsushi," the boy returned, with a small smile. If that was supposed to mean something to Shinya, it passed right over his head. He nodded anyway.
"Are you going to call the police now, da ne?" he asked meekly. Kisarazu chuckled. His eyes seemed to be fixated on Shinya's mouth. Shinya was starting to feel rather uncomfortable.
"No. I think I'll cut you a deal," he smirked. Shinya wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or nervous. "Come with me."
Definitely nervous then. But Kisarazu was still gorgeous, so at least he would have some eye candy while he performed menial servant labor, or whatever was in store for him. That was cheering.
Kisarazu led him to an empty stable, and shut the door behind them. "First of all," he instructed, "take off your shirt. It's filthy."
Blinking once in confusion, Shinya did as he was told, surreptitiously wiping his face as he pulled the shirt over his head. Kisarazu eyed him consideringly.
"Now your pants."
"What?" Shinya was understandably taken aback.
"I said take off your pants. Is that hard to understand?" He paused, hanging up his helmet and putting a thoughtful finger to his lips. "I suppose I could have you muck out the stables for the next three weeks, if you'd rather."
Shinya considered that offer for about five seconds before reaching down to undo his fly. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, standing awkwardly and waiting for further instruction. Kisarazu looked pleased, giving him an appraising once-over. He seemed to approve.
"Boxers too, if it's not too much trouble. I would have thought you could have seen where I was going by now. And on your knees, please."
Shinya goggled at him. "What?"
"Do you have some kind of listening comprehension problem?" Kisarazu shook his head exasperatedly.
"No," Shinya said defensively, scowling lightly as he wriggled out of his boxers and tossed them in a pile with the rest of his clothes. Face burning, he slowly dropped to his knees, looking intensely at something behind him.
"Look at me," Kisarazu prompted, tipping his face with the crop again. "And don't make such faces. I did give you another choice, you remember."
"I remember," Shinya conceded.
"That wasn't a question." Kisarazu stepped back and unzipped his jacket before tugging his pants and underwear down to the tops of his boots. Shinya had to sit back and gape for several moments.
"Please don't tell me I have to spell it out for you," Kisarazu prodded. Shinya shook his head. Scooting closer to the other boy, he took his cock lightly in one hand and gave it a tentative lick.
"You don't have to be so damn shy about it," Kisarazu sighed, putting his hand on the back of Shinya's head and forcing it forward.
Stubbornly resisting Kisarazu's prodding, Shinya nevertheless opened his mouth and closed his lips around his cock, sucking lightly. Kisarazu groaned.
"That's better."
Shinya gave him a few long, deep licks along his length, until his cock was hard enough that he didn't have to hold it up to his mouth anymore. Sucking cautiously again, he switched which hand he was using to hold himself up, and reached back with his now free hand to tend to his own growing arousal.
He nearly toppled over as the shoulder supporting him suddenly stung, intensely, and he had to sit back to cough and splutter, having narrowly avoided choking- or worse, biting. Kisarazu had hit him with the riding crop. Shinya looked up at him, frowning indignantly and rubbing his shoulder.
"Don't touch yourself," Kisarazu commanded, before he had a chance to ask what that was for. "And keep going, or I'll hit you again."
Shinya leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Kisarazu again, his hands clenching and unclenching against the floor to keep from reaching back and stroking himself. Kisarazu's little groans were just so inexplicably hot... not to mention how hot his skin was against his lips, and the way his fingers kneaded into the back of his head. He didn't even realize that one of his hands was inching toward his groin until Kisarazu hit him again. That really hurt.
Kisarazu didn't warn him before he came. Based on the sum of his previous behavior, Shinya supposed he shouldn't have expected him to, but it would have been nice. Of course, he couldn't think about that until after the fact, because during the fact he was rather focused on not choking and dying. He fell back on his ass, coughing and spluttering, wiping his mouth with the back of is hand and spitting on the ground. Kisarazu chuckled at his antics, clearly amused. He was really kind of an asshole, Shinya mused. A really hot asshole, though.
"You may touch yourself now, if you'd like." He'd already pulled his pants back up and straightened them out, as if nothing had happened.
Shinya felt like being defiant, but he also felt like he had a raging hard-on, and the latter was far more important than the former. He got himself off as quickly as he could, trying to pretend that Kisarazu wasn't standing over him, watching. He sat, unmoving, on the floor for a long moment after he had finished, panting and trying not to think.
"Get up. Get dressed," Kisarazu said, but it was more like a suggestion than a command. Shinya hoisted himself off the floor and went to gather his clothes from the pile where he'd tossed them. They were covered in dirt and straw and probably other things that he didn't want to think about.
"Would you like a shower?" Kisarazu offered. He smirked. "Maybe some new clothes?"
Shinya thought that sounded very generous of him. Too generous, probably. He declined. "I should be getting home, da ne."
"Say... do you know how to ride?"
Shinya was surprised by the question. He shook his head.
"Then come back sometime, and I'll teach you. Maybe my brother can come too; he's better than I am." Kisarazu's grin was just short of wicked, and Shinya was sure that there must be some kind of innuendo in there. He wasn't sure if he cared.
"I'll keep that in mind." He waited for a moment or two, to see if Kisarazu would at least offer to let him out the front gate, so he didn't have to climb over the fence again. He didn't.
If anyone had told him that morning that hopping the fence to pet the horses would lead to him giving a blowjob to a complete stranger in an abandoned horse stall, he would have laughed at them. And then he would have continued right over the fence, because hey, it could happen, right?
Theme:#13: The Stables, or "Giddyap"
Title: Every Boy Deserves a Pony
Author/Artist: Leafy
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Horses, Shinya thought, had to be the most gorgeous creatures. They always looked so elegant, so refined. So sleek and glossy. He wanted to ride them. He wanted to touch them.
For a week now, since summer vacation had started, Shinya had been coming to the manor down the road to stare at the horses. Sometimes they were grazing, and sometimes they were stabled, but they never came close to him. The cars occasionally whizzing by on the road behind him were enough of a deterrent for them.
Sometimes he could see riders in one of the far fields, cantering around like they were part of the horse, looking like they hadn't a care in the world. And they probably didn't, he mused. They were rich. Shinya's family could hardly afford even a tenth of a horse, and there they were with a dozen. And a big, fancy house and big, fancy cars, to boot. Shinya just wanted one.
After a week's worth of watching, he couldn't stand it anymore. He was going to jump the fence. After all, there was nothing stopping him. And what was the harm in it? He would pet the horses for a while, and then leave. That was all. It wasn't as if he was going to steal them, or even ride them- he wouldn't know how if he tried. He was just going to pet them, he told himself, and then leave. And there was nothing wrong with that.
The fence was taller than he was, made of three wooden cross-rails with a wire mesh behind. He scaled it easily, using the meshwork as footholds and the wooden rails for balance. The barbed wire on top was no problem either, since there was plenty of room between the sharp bits for his hands and feet. Aside from tearing a somewhat large hole in his shirt and a smaller one in his knee, he vaulted cleanly over, landing on the other side with a thump. Shaking the shock out of his ankles, he walked directly towards the stables, plucking some of the grass from the field as a gift.
There was a black horse that Shinya had marked as his favorite from the very beginning. This was the horse that he went to first, offering up his grass, fingers outstretched, grinning at the tickle of the horse's lips against his palm. With the other hand, he stroked its ears, its glossy black neck, its mane, its surprisingly soft nose. He laughed as the horse nudged at his shoulder, asking for more food. Shinya was happy to provide.
He wasn't sure how long he spent visiting the horses, petting and feeding each one of them in turn. He knew it had to be well after lunchtime by now, but he was hardly hungry. He had returned to the black horse again, musing on how soulful its eyes were. He swore the horses could understand him when he spoke. They looked so intelligent.
Suddenly Shinya was snapped out of his reverie by an angry voice.
"You there!" it called. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Shinya turned to look. That was a mistake. He should have taken off running as soon as he heard the voice, as now he was rooted where he stood.
The speaker was a boy, probably about his own age, with neatly trimmed silky black hair (much like the horse he'd been admiring) and a stern, expressionless gaze. He was gorgeous. Shinya's mouth nearly fell open. The boy was wearing a black jacket with red sleeves, and tight, gray riding pants, tucked into sharp, black leather boots. He had a black velvet helmet in his left hand, and a leather riding crop in his right, and he was advancing on Shinya at a purposeful, steady pace.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded again. Shinya snapped out of it and bolted.
The boy didn't even laugh as he watched Shinya fall flat on his face in the dirt.
Shinya raised himself to his elbows, his face burning. The other boy was standing over him already, prodding his shoulder with the riding crop.
"Get up," he ordered. Shinya did so. He was surprised to note that the boy was actually slightly shorter than he was. With his slender build and the way his clothes fit him, he'd looked much taller.
"This is private property," he was saying. "I could have you arrested for trespassing." He seemed to be examining Shinya carefully from head to toe. Shinya was acutely aware of his own state: clothes full of holes and covered in dust, old tennis shoes nearly worn through, one knee slowly trickling blood down his leg. He couldn't tell whether the boy's expression was of disdain or haughty amusement. He said nothing. The other boy tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes curiously at him.
"Can you talk?" he asked, lifting Shinya's chin with the riding crop.
"Yes," Shinya said, pushing the thing away from his face. "And I'm sorry, da ne. I never meant to..."
"You never meant to climb a six foot fence, of course, I can see that. Terrible when these kinds of accidents happen."
Shinya looked away. He supposed he really had no excuse. 'I just wanted to pet the horses,' was suddenly sounding incredibly juvenile and dumb.
"What's your name?"
Shinya considered giving a fake name, but he couldn't think of one off the top of his head. "Yanagisawa Shinya," he said finally.
"Kisarazu Atsushi," the boy returned, with a small smile. If that was supposed to mean something to Shinya, it passed right over his head. He nodded anyway.
"Are you going to call the police now, da ne?" he asked meekly. Kisarazu chuckled. His eyes seemed to be fixated on Shinya's mouth. Shinya was starting to feel rather uncomfortable.
"No. I think I'll cut you a deal," he smirked. Shinya wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or nervous. "Come with me."
Definitely nervous then. But Kisarazu was still gorgeous, so at least he would have some eye candy while he performed menial servant labor, or whatever was in store for him. That was cheering.
Kisarazu led him to an empty stable, and shut the door behind them. "First of all," he instructed, "take off your shirt. It's filthy."
Blinking once in confusion, Shinya did as he was told, surreptitiously wiping his face as he pulled the shirt over his head. Kisarazu eyed him consideringly.
"Now your pants."
"What?" Shinya was understandably taken aback.
"I said take off your pants. Is that hard to understand?" He paused, hanging up his helmet and putting a thoughtful finger to his lips. "I suppose I could have you muck out the stables for the next three weeks, if you'd rather."
Shinya considered that offer for about five seconds before reaching down to undo his fly. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, standing awkwardly and waiting for further instruction. Kisarazu looked pleased, giving him an appraising once-over. He seemed to approve.
"Boxers too, if it's not too much trouble. I would have thought you could have seen where I was going by now. And on your knees, please."
Shinya goggled at him. "What?"
"Do you have some kind of listening comprehension problem?" Kisarazu shook his head exasperatedly.
"No," Shinya said defensively, scowling lightly as he wriggled out of his boxers and tossed them in a pile with the rest of his clothes. Face burning, he slowly dropped to his knees, looking intensely at something behind him.
"Look at me," Kisarazu prompted, tipping his face with the crop again. "And don't make such faces. I did give you another choice, you remember."
"I remember," Shinya conceded.
"That wasn't a question." Kisarazu stepped back and unzipped his jacket before tugging his pants and underwear down to the tops of his boots. Shinya had to sit back and gape for several moments.
"Please don't tell me I have to spell it out for you," Kisarazu prodded. Shinya shook his head. Scooting closer to the other boy, he took his cock lightly in one hand and gave it a tentative lick.
"You don't have to be so damn shy about it," Kisarazu sighed, putting his hand on the back of Shinya's head and forcing it forward.
Stubbornly resisting Kisarazu's prodding, Shinya nevertheless opened his mouth and closed his lips around his cock, sucking lightly. Kisarazu groaned.
"That's better."
Shinya gave him a few long, deep licks along his length, until his cock was hard enough that he didn't have to hold it up to his mouth anymore. Sucking cautiously again, he switched which hand he was using to hold himself up, and reached back with his now free hand to tend to his own growing arousal.
He nearly toppled over as the shoulder supporting him suddenly stung, intensely, and he had to sit back to cough and splutter, having narrowly avoided choking- or worse, biting. Kisarazu had hit him with the riding crop. Shinya looked up at him, frowning indignantly and rubbing his shoulder.
"Don't touch yourself," Kisarazu commanded, before he had a chance to ask what that was for. "And keep going, or I'll hit you again."
Shinya leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Kisarazu again, his hands clenching and unclenching against the floor to keep from reaching back and stroking himself. Kisarazu's little groans were just so inexplicably hot... not to mention how hot his skin was against his lips, and the way his fingers kneaded into the back of his head. He didn't even realize that one of his hands was inching toward his groin until Kisarazu hit him again. That really hurt.
Kisarazu didn't warn him before he came. Based on the sum of his previous behavior, Shinya supposed he shouldn't have expected him to, but it would have been nice. Of course, he couldn't think about that until after the fact, because during the fact he was rather focused on not choking and dying. He fell back on his ass, coughing and spluttering, wiping his mouth with the back of is hand and spitting on the ground. Kisarazu chuckled at his antics, clearly amused. He was really kind of an asshole, Shinya mused. A really hot asshole, though.
"You may touch yourself now, if you'd like." He'd already pulled his pants back up and straightened them out, as if nothing had happened.
Shinya felt like being defiant, but he also felt like he had a raging hard-on, and the latter was far more important than the former. He got himself off as quickly as he could, trying to pretend that Kisarazu wasn't standing over him, watching. He sat, unmoving, on the floor for a long moment after he had finished, panting and trying not to think.
"Get up. Get dressed," Kisarazu said, but it was more like a suggestion than a command. Shinya hoisted himself off the floor and went to gather his clothes from the pile where he'd tossed them. They were covered in dirt and straw and probably other things that he didn't want to think about.
"Would you like a shower?" Kisarazu offered. He smirked. "Maybe some new clothes?"
Shinya thought that sounded very generous of him. Too generous, probably. He declined. "I should be getting home, da ne."
"Say... do you know how to ride?"
Shinya was surprised by the question. He shook his head.
"Then come back sometime, and I'll teach you. Maybe my brother can come too; he's better than I am." Kisarazu's grin was just short of wicked, and Shinya was sure that there must be some kind of innuendo in there. He wasn't sure if he cared.
"I'll keep that in mind." He waited for a moment or two, to see if Kisarazu would at least offer to let him out the front gate, so he didn't have to climb over the fence again. He didn't.
If anyone had told him that morning that hopping the fence to pet the horses would lead to him giving a blowjob to a complete stranger in an abandoned horse stall, he would have laughed at them. And then he would have continued right over the fence, because hey, it could happen, right?