[PoT]- fan fic
Title: Into the Rabbit Hole.
Author: espial
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou x Ohtori Choutarou [Silver Pair]
Rating: R warning: petting.
Word Count: 1544
Summary: It started on a dark and stormy night.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Prince of Tennis.
Author's Notes: This is for everlind. Many thanks to the wonderful sunlesslands for putting up with neurosis. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.
Into the rabbit hole...
The rest of the team had left over an hour ago, Shishido and Ohtori remained behind, continuing to practice. Shishido slid across the court as he chased a return ball, ignoring the quick shock of pain when he stood to examine a new scrape. He waved off Ohtori’s concern and took his place at the baseline. Ohtori released the ball for another serve, lightning cut across the sky, dark clouds opened up drenching the courts. They played as long as they could, Shishido skidding through puddles, sweat soaked uniform becoming heavier with water and mud. Each return took more effort, the waterlogged ball sailed sluggishly over the sagging net.
Maintenance chased the pair off the grounds as the rain intensified. Stinging sharp droplets pound against sore muscles, flushed into Shishido’s cuts and scrapes. “Let’s go to my house. It’s closer.” Shishido’s words were tossed aside by a gust of wind. Ohtori nodded, an indication that he had heard. Shishido stuck to the side streets, water splashing up as he ran. He could hear Ohtori a few steps behind him, saying something, but Shishido couldn’t make out the words.
“Shishido-san!” Ohtori’s voice was sharp, his body crashing into Shishido’s, moving him aside. Shishido grunted, his head connecting with a wall, Ohtori’s weight pressed tight against him. The rain had turned to hail. “I said we should take cover.” Ohtori, though soaked, was still very warm, and that close to Shishido he found it very hard to breath let alone have higher brain function.
“You didn’t have to shove.”
“Sorry, Shishido-san.”
Shishido smirked up at Ohtori. “You don’t sound sorry.” Ohtori flushed darkly, and moved away from Shishido. “Come on.” Shishido tugged on Ohtori’s sleeve. “We’re almost there.” The hail had changed to rain, continuing to beat down on Shishido’s sore body.
They burst through the door, Shishido was knocked back against Ohtori when a brown wiggling mass of dog leapt at his chest. “Do you want a bath?” Shishido asked Ohtori, breathless with laughter and the avoidance of slobbering puppy kisses.
Ohtori had wrapped an arm around Shishido’s waist, held him steady. When the dog calmed down, panting, content in Shishido’s arms, Ohtori stepped back, letting go of him. Shishido’s stomach flip-flopped strangely at the loss of contact.
“Just a shower if it’s okay, Shishido-san.”
The dog wormed her way out of Shishido’s arms and started sniffing at Ohtori. “Wait here.” Shishido left them in the entry way, grinning as the dog offered her treasured squeaky-toy to Ohtori. Their bags and clothing were soaked; he figured his brother’s sweats would fit Ohtori, and in the bottom of his closet he found as shirt bigger than the ones he normally wore. Shishido set the clothes and fresh towels in the bathroom.
“Oye, Chatarou, go ahead. It’s ready.” Shishido called, towel in hand to mop up the water they dragged in. Shishido found Ohtori sitting on the ground, dog in his lap, squirming with laughter as his chin was licked. Ohtori struggled to his feet, and headed to the shower, dog following happily behind, stuffed toy squeaking enthusiastically.
Back in his room, Shishido shed his shirt, and rummaged for a clean one. The sound of the dog scrambling on the wooden flooring let him know Ohtori was out of the shower. Moments later, a towel obscured his vision, warm and damp, Ohtori rubbing it over Shishido’s hair. Mouth dry, overwhelmed by the closeness once more; the combination of his soap and the smell of Ohtori made him dizzy.
“Knock it off.” Shishido’s tone was too harsh as he pushed at Ohtori. Peeking out from under the towel he got a good look at how tight the simple cotton t-shirt stretched across Ohtori’s chest, the cloth stopped half an inch above the waistband of the sweats, that while snug, fit him better. Shishido bit back a groan as his body reacted, blood rushing between his legs. “I’ll be back.” Shishido muttered as an afterthought as he excused himself to shower.
In the shower, Shishido regained control, though his mind kept offering ideas on exactly how they could pass the time. Clean, and more importantly dry, Shishido settled next to Ohtori, who offered him a game controller. The game took most of Shishido’s concentration, occasionally he’d become distracted by the long line of warmth pressed along his body.
“Shishido-san.” Ohtori paused the game, Shishido’s protests ceased at the brief, dry press of lips against his. Shishido exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath. The second kiss was easier, he was ready for it this time, Ohtori’s mouth soft and yielding under his. Desperate for more, Shishido straddled Ohtori’s lap, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. Ohtori’s hand rested on Shishido’s hips. The kiss deepened, Shishido’s moan lost when his tongue moved against Ohtori’s, fingers winding in shower damp hair.
Ohtori moved his hips upward, Shishido braced himself, a white knuckled grip on Ohtori’s shoulder. Shishido’s kisses worked down Ohtori’s neck, marred delicate skin. Ohtori was flushed, head tipped back, panting for air as Shishido ground against him. Shishido’s hands were gentle as they framed Ohtori’s face, Shishido leaned in once more and kissed Ohtori, hard and possessive. Ohtori’s hands moved down Shishido’s spine, tough light, raising goose bumps over his skin.
Warmth pooled at the small of Shishido’s back, one of Ohtori’s hands rested there heavily, the touch hot. Fingertips brushed just under the waistband of Shishido’s shorts. Shishido shook, leaning harder against Ohtori, as questioning touches grew more confident. He cried out when Ohtori wrapped his hand around Shishido’s cock in a loose grip. Shishido hid his face in the curve of Ohtori’s neck when he realized the needy whine came from his mouth.
“Shishido-san…” Ohtori’s voice was a hoarse whisper, “God, Ryou…”
Shishido nearly came at the sound of Ohtori calling him by name. The touch had shifted, Ohtori’s hand tight around Shishido’s cock, jerking him with quick sure strokes. Shishido grunted, hips moving upward, thrusting into Ohtori’s hand, the friction so good.
The front door opened and closed, Shishido’s brother called out a greeting. Heart pounding, terror of being caught, and the scramble to separate forced Shishido’s mind to decidedly unsexy things. He flopped onto his stomach, wincing at the harsh press of his erection against his hip, but any other attempts to cover up what exactly they had been doing wouldn’t have been subtle at all. Ohtori handed him the game controller, and the game resumed.
His brother lounged in the doorway talking to them, for what seemed to Shishido, entirely too long. The passing mention that their parents wouldn’t be home until the next day and the fact the storm hadn’t let up did peek some of Shishido’s interest. Along with the mention that Ohtori-kin should stay the night- if of course his parents agreed. Shishido would occasionally offer replies, or grunt that he was listening, but more often than not he found himself sneaking glances at Ohtori. Dinner was much of the same, a couple of times, he caught Ohtori watching him.
Sometime after countless games and an impromptu tutoring session Ohtori had fallen asleep. His long limbs splayed awkwardly, head pillowed on Shishido’s thigh. Shishido reached to reset the game, careful not do disturb the sleeping boy. A loud clap of thunder startled him, a dull electronic buzz hummed before the room plunged into darkness. Disoriented, Shishido tried to dislodge Ohtori, the bed frame dug painfully into his back, his hands grasped for a hold to haul himself upright but he came up empty. Ohtori stirred, nuzzling against Shishido’s leg.
Shishido tensed, his heart pounding so hard, he was sure everyone could hear it, his fingertips brushed hesitantly through Ohtori’s hair. Enamored with the soft texture and how the strands slid through his fingers, Shishido continued toying with Ohtori’s hair. The other boy’s breathing was light and slow, exhalations damp through the fabric of Shishido’s sweats. Heart still beating uncomfortably fast, Shishido’s fingers shook as they ghosted across the bridge of Ohtori’s nose, down his cheek, thumb barely brushing over Ohtori’s lower lip. Shishido stopped, hand hovering just over his double partner’s mouth, when Ohtori moaned quietly and moved closer, head now soundly in Shishido’s lap.
Part of him wanted to wake Ohtori, but the voice in the back of his mind spoke up once more- urging him to let Ohtori sleep. Shishido would miss the contact once Ohtori woke, and immediately moved away. The room was quiet except for Ohtori’s breathy snore, and the constant downpour of rain. As awkward as the whole situation was, it was also strangely intimate- Shishido was very grateful for the darkness, it hid his blush. His fingertips skimmed along Ohtori’s neck, rested lightly on his chest. The steady beat of Ohtori’s heart twisted something in the pit of Shishido’s stomach. He shivered, the strange sensation working it’s way up to his chest and settling there, heavy and uncomfortable.
With a quiet sigh, Shishido tipped his head back, rested it against the edge of his mattress. He willed himself to relax, focusing on the sound of the rain outside. The feeling of Ohtori against him was nice, it comforted him in ways he couldn’t begin to describe.
Author: espial
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shishido Ryou x Ohtori Choutarou [Silver Pair]
Rating: R warning: petting.
Word Count: 1544
Summary: It started on a dark and stormy night.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Prince of Tennis.
Author's Notes: This is for everlind. Many thanks to the wonderful sunlesslands for putting up with neurosis. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.
Into the rabbit hole...
The rest of the team had left over an hour ago, Shishido and Ohtori remained behind, continuing to practice. Shishido slid across the court as he chased a return ball, ignoring the quick shock of pain when he stood to examine a new scrape. He waved off Ohtori’s concern and took his place at the baseline. Ohtori released the ball for another serve, lightning cut across the sky, dark clouds opened up drenching the courts. They played as long as they could, Shishido skidding through puddles, sweat soaked uniform becoming heavier with water and mud. Each return took more effort, the waterlogged ball sailed sluggishly over the sagging net.
Maintenance chased the pair off the grounds as the rain intensified. Stinging sharp droplets pound against sore muscles, flushed into Shishido’s cuts and scrapes. “Let’s go to my house. It’s closer.” Shishido’s words were tossed aside by a gust of wind. Ohtori nodded, an indication that he had heard. Shishido stuck to the side streets, water splashing up as he ran. He could hear Ohtori a few steps behind him, saying something, but Shishido couldn’t make out the words.
“Shishido-san!” Ohtori’s voice was sharp, his body crashing into Shishido’s, moving him aside. Shishido grunted, his head connecting with a wall, Ohtori’s weight pressed tight against him. The rain had turned to hail. “I said we should take cover.” Ohtori, though soaked, was still very warm, and that close to Shishido he found it very hard to breath let alone have higher brain function.
“You didn’t have to shove.”
“Sorry, Shishido-san.”
Shishido smirked up at Ohtori. “You don’t sound sorry.” Ohtori flushed darkly, and moved away from Shishido. “Come on.” Shishido tugged on Ohtori’s sleeve. “We’re almost there.” The hail had changed to rain, continuing to beat down on Shishido’s sore body.
They burst through the door, Shishido was knocked back against Ohtori when a brown wiggling mass of dog leapt at his chest. “Do you want a bath?” Shishido asked Ohtori, breathless with laughter and the avoidance of slobbering puppy kisses.
Ohtori had wrapped an arm around Shishido’s waist, held him steady. When the dog calmed down, panting, content in Shishido’s arms, Ohtori stepped back, letting go of him. Shishido’s stomach flip-flopped strangely at the loss of contact.
“Just a shower if it’s okay, Shishido-san.”
The dog wormed her way out of Shishido’s arms and started sniffing at Ohtori. “Wait here.” Shishido left them in the entry way, grinning as the dog offered her treasured squeaky-toy to Ohtori. Their bags and clothing were soaked; he figured his brother’s sweats would fit Ohtori, and in the bottom of his closet he found as shirt bigger than the ones he normally wore. Shishido set the clothes and fresh towels in the bathroom.
“Oye, Chatarou, go ahead. It’s ready.” Shishido called, towel in hand to mop up the water they dragged in. Shishido found Ohtori sitting on the ground, dog in his lap, squirming with laughter as his chin was licked. Ohtori struggled to his feet, and headed to the shower, dog following happily behind, stuffed toy squeaking enthusiastically.
Back in his room, Shishido shed his shirt, and rummaged for a clean one. The sound of the dog scrambling on the wooden flooring let him know Ohtori was out of the shower. Moments later, a towel obscured his vision, warm and damp, Ohtori rubbing it over Shishido’s hair. Mouth dry, overwhelmed by the closeness once more; the combination of his soap and the smell of Ohtori made him dizzy.
“Knock it off.” Shishido’s tone was too harsh as he pushed at Ohtori. Peeking out from under the towel he got a good look at how tight the simple cotton t-shirt stretched across Ohtori’s chest, the cloth stopped half an inch above the waistband of the sweats, that while snug, fit him better. Shishido bit back a groan as his body reacted, blood rushing between his legs. “I’ll be back.” Shishido muttered as an afterthought as he excused himself to shower.
In the shower, Shishido regained control, though his mind kept offering ideas on exactly how they could pass the time. Clean, and more importantly dry, Shishido settled next to Ohtori, who offered him a game controller. The game took most of Shishido’s concentration, occasionally he’d become distracted by the long line of warmth pressed along his body.
“Shishido-san.” Ohtori paused the game, Shishido’s protests ceased at the brief, dry press of lips against his. Shishido exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath. The second kiss was easier, he was ready for it this time, Ohtori’s mouth soft and yielding under his. Desperate for more, Shishido straddled Ohtori’s lap, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. Ohtori’s hand rested on Shishido’s hips. The kiss deepened, Shishido’s moan lost when his tongue moved against Ohtori’s, fingers winding in shower damp hair.
Ohtori moved his hips upward, Shishido braced himself, a white knuckled grip on Ohtori’s shoulder. Shishido’s kisses worked down Ohtori’s neck, marred delicate skin. Ohtori was flushed, head tipped back, panting for air as Shishido ground against him. Shishido’s hands were gentle as they framed Ohtori’s face, Shishido leaned in once more and kissed Ohtori, hard and possessive. Ohtori’s hands moved down Shishido’s spine, tough light, raising goose bumps over his skin.
Warmth pooled at the small of Shishido’s back, one of Ohtori’s hands rested there heavily, the touch hot. Fingertips brushed just under the waistband of Shishido’s shorts. Shishido shook, leaning harder against Ohtori, as questioning touches grew more confident. He cried out when Ohtori wrapped his hand around Shishido’s cock in a loose grip. Shishido hid his face in the curve of Ohtori’s neck when he realized the needy whine came from his mouth.
“Shishido-san…” Ohtori’s voice was a hoarse whisper, “God, Ryou…”
Shishido nearly came at the sound of Ohtori calling him by name. The touch had shifted, Ohtori’s hand tight around Shishido’s cock, jerking him with quick sure strokes. Shishido grunted, hips moving upward, thrusting into Ohtori’s hand, the friction so good.
The front door opened and closed, Shishido’s brother called out a greeting. Heart pounding, terror of being caught, and the scramble to separate forced Shishido’s mind to decidedly unsexy things. He flopped onto his stomach, wincing at the harsh press of his erection against his hip, but any other attempts to cover up what exactly they had been doing wouldn’t have been subtle at all. Ohtori handed him the game controller, and the game resumed.
His brother lounged in the doorway talking to them, for what seemed to Shishido, entirely too long. The passing mention that their parents wouldn’t be home until the next day and the fact the storm hadn’t let up did peek some of Shishido’s interest. Along with the mention that Ohtori-kin should stay the night- if of course his parents agreed. Shishido would occasionally offer replies, or grunt that he was listening, but more often than not he found himself sneaking glances at Ohtori. Dinner was much of the same, a couple of times, he caught Ohtori watching him.
Sometime after countless games and an impromptu tutoring session Ohtori had fallen asleep. His long limbs splayed awkwardly, head pillowed on Shishido’s thigh. Shishido reached to reset the game, careful not do disturb the sleeping boy. A loud clap of thunder startled him, a dull electronic buzz hummed before the room plunged into darkness. Disoriented, Shishido tried to dislodge Ohtori, the bed frame dug painfully into his back, his hands grasped for a hold to haul himself upright but he came up empty. Ohtori stirred, nuzzling against Shishido’s leg.
Shishido tensed, his heart pounding so hard, he was sure everyone could hear it, his fingertips brushed hesitantly through Ohtori’s hair. Enamored with the soft texture and how the strands slid through his fingers, Shishido continued toying with Ohtori’s hair. The other boy’s breathing was light and slow, exhalations damp through the fabric of Shishido’s sweats. Heart still beating uncomfortably fast, Shishido’s fingers shook as they ghosted across the bridge of Ohtori’s nose, down his cheek, thumb barely brushing over Ohtori’s lower lip. Shishido stopped, hand hovering just over his double partner’s mouth, when Ohtori moaned quietly and moved closer, head now soundly in Shishido’s lap.
Part of him wanted to wake Ohtori, but the voice in the back of his mind spoke up once more- urging him to let Ohtori sleep. Shishido would miss the contact once Ohtori woke, and immediately moved away. The room was quiet except for Ohtori’s breathy snore, and the constant downpour of rain. As awkward as the whole situation was, it was also strangely intimate- Shishido was very grateful for the darkness, it hid his blush. His fingertips skimmed along Ohtori’s neck, rested lightly on his chest. The steady beat of Ohtori’s heart twisted something in the pit of Shishido’s stomach. He shivered, the strange sensation working it’s way up to his chest and settling there, heavy and uncomfortable.
With a quiet sigh, Shishido tipped his head back, rested it against the edge of his mattress. He willed himself to relax, focusing on the sound of the rain outside. The feeling of Ohtori against him was nice, it comforted him in ways he couldn’t begin to describe.