[PoT]- fan fic
Title: The Brothers Fuji (I).
Author: espial
Fandom: Prince of Tennis.
Pairing: Fuji Yuuta/Fuji Shuusuke.
Rating: Hard R. WARNINGS: implied incest. Masturbation.
Word Count: 300/1200
Summary: Yuuta fantasizes about his brother.
Disclaimer: Please, read the warnings. I do not own, nor do I make profit from prince of tennis.
Author's Notes: For drabble123 Prompt:dark desires. Beta'd by sunlesslands. Feedback and comments are welcomed and encouraged.
Part I
The door shut behind him, Yuuta toed his shoes off. The house was quiet, on the kitchen counter, a hastily scrawled note from his mother let Shuusuke know she had gone to the store. The stairs creaked under his footsteps; the sound was loud and drawn out. Yuuta gave into the childish urge and slid across the hardwood floor of the hallway in his socks, before skittering to a stop.
He straightened, yanked his shirt from the waistband of his pants and loosened his tie. Yuuta’s bedroom was cool and dark; his bed gave slightly as he unceremoniously dumped his school bag, before shuffling back into the house. He knocked softly on Shuusuke’s door.
“Aniki?” Yuuta felt foolish speaking to the empty room. He stooped to pick up a discarded shirt from the floor, the fabric was warm; the scent of Shuusuke overwhelmed him. Yuuta could see Shuusuke in his mind, aniki’s smile wide, eyes bright and happy. He sat on the edge of Shuusuke’s bed, with the shirt clenched in his hands.
Once, Yuuta had walked in unannounced, and witnessed his brother jerking off; the way aniki looked as he touched himself came rushing back; Yuuta was painfully hard. He flopped back onto the bed, pants undone, his hand wrapped in Shuusuke’s shirt. Yuuta gripped his cock tight, eyes closed, jerking himself with fast, rough strokes. His hips arched off the bed, Shuusuke’s name on his lips, aniki’s voice in Yuuta’s head, urging him on. Yuuta came with a muffled sound, biting down on his lower lip, feeling the warmth of his come soaking into the thin cotton. Breathless, Yuuta rose, shame tearing through him. Logic took over briefly, and Yuuta discarded the shirt- knowing that he wouldn’t be able to look at aniki without blushing for a while.
Author: espial
Fandom: Prince of Tennis.
Pairing: Fuji Yuuta/Fuji Shuusuke.
Rating: Hard R. WARNINGS: implied incest. Masturbation.
Word Count: 300/1200
Summary: Yuuta fantasizes about his brother.
Disclaimer: Please, read the warnings. I do not own, nor do I make profit from prince of tennis.
Author's Notes: For drabble123 Prompt:dark desires. Beta'd by sunlesslands. Feedback and comments are welcomed and encouraged.
Part I
The door shut behind him, Yuuta toed his shoes off. The house was quiet, on the kitchen counter, a hastily scrawled note from his mother let Shuusuke know she had gone to the store. The stairs creaked under his footsteps; the sound was loud and drawn out. Yuuta gave into the childish urge and slid across the hardwood floor of the hallway in his socks, before skittering to a stop.
He straightened, yanked his shirt from the waistband of his pants and loosened his tie. Yuuta’s bedroom was cool and dark; his bed gave slightly as he unceremoniously dumped his school bag, before shuffling back into the house. He knocked softly on Shuusuke’s door.
“Aniki?” Yuuta felt foolish speaking to the empty room. He stooped to pick up a discarded shirt from the floor, the fabric was warm; the scent of Shuusuke overwhelmed him. Yuuta could see Shuusuke in his mind, aniki’s smile wide, eyes bright and happy. He sat on the edge of Shuusuke’s bed, with the shirt clenched in his hands.
Once, Yuuta had walked in unannounced, and witnessed his brother jerking off; the way aniki looked as he touched himself came rushing back; Yuuta was painfully hard. He flopped back onto the bed, pants undone, his hand wrapped in Shuusuke’s shirt. Yuuta gripped his cock tight, eyes closed, jerking himself with fast, rough strokes. His hips arched off the bed, Shuusuke’s name on his lips, aniki’s voice in Yuuta’s head, urging him on. Yuuta came with a muffled sound, biting down on his lower lip, feeling the warmth of his come soaking into the thin cotton. Breathless, Yuuta rose, shame tearing through him. Logic took over briefly, and Yuuta discarded the shirt- knowing that he wouldn’t be able to look at aniki without blushing for a while.