[PoT]:: Kirihara x Marui Facets of Dreams.
Title: Facets of Dreams.
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya x Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/kissing, groping/ 1,294
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Kirihara slept through their date. Marui goes to wake him up.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween challenge. Comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated.
Marui shivered, shoving his hands deeper into the pocket of his coat. The sun was setting, making shadows on the street stretch until they were twisted and unidentifiable. Across the street, a few stores had turned on bright neon lights, advertising that they were still open. He glanced up the street, then down, frowning as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, checking again- no new messages, no missed calls. Marui was used to Kirihara running a few minutes late, and if he was held up for a significant amount of time, he'd send word.
He rocked on his heels, shoving a piece of gum into his mouth as he continued to wait. It was a habit left over from high school, and junior high, and no matter how he tried he couldn't give up the massive over consumption of sweets. Marui jerked when his phone vibrated violently, unable to stop the grin when he saw Kirihara's number displayed on the screen.
"You're late brat." Marui spoke first, around the bubble before popping it.
"Marui-kun?"
Marui's stomach sank immediately, as he recognized the voice on the other end of the line. "Akaya asked me to wake him up a couple of hours ago." Kirihara's mom didn't sound too mad. "When I went to wake him up, I couldn't do it. He's sleeping so peacefully."
"Kirihara-san, I'm sorry." Marui felt his face flush, and he rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Marui-kun, it's alright."
Marui grinned as relief washed over him. In the back round he could hear water running, and the clatter of dishes. "When he wakes up, let him know I'm not angry. We'll go over the weekend."
"I was hoping you'd let him know that in person." Kirihara-san said, Marui smirking at the tone of her voice. "I need him to get up. He promised that he'd get some things out of storage for me. Maybe you'll have better luck at getting him up."
It didn't take long for Marui to get to Kirihara's home. He pulled the boxes out of storage for Kirihara-san, even though she insisted that he didn't have to. Apologizing once more, he went up the stairs and let himself into Kirihara's room. The curtains were closed, the lamp on the desk was left on. Marui glanced over at the bed, grinning at the sight of Kirihara curled up on his side, snoring loudly.
The room itself was a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, Kirihara's school blazer hanging lopsided from the desk chair. Marui fixed it, knowing that Kirihara would wear it even with the wrinkles. The desk was covered in papers, most with good marks, a few with mistakes circled and terse notes of 'fix this'. The calendar hung on the wall, a couple of dates circled, Kirihara's messy scrawl filling in the boxes with meetings, and interviews for universities. A packet for T-University was on the corner of the desk, partially filled out. Marui smiled softly, finger tracing the characters of Akaya's name. He'd feign ignorance and surprise if and when Kirihara tells him of the application to the university.
Marui nearly tripped over a racket that needed restringing, catching sight of the yellow jersey spilling out of a black sports bag. He placed the racket near the bag, safely out of the way. One of the pictures on the dresser was from last year's championships. All of them had dog piled on each other- even Sanada was grinning.
He glanced over to see that Kirihara was still sleeping. Cautiously, Marui moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, fingers brushing dark curls from Kirihara's forehead. The other boy just murmured sleepily, burrowing further under the blankets. Marui swung his legs up onto the bed, curling up next to Kirihara.
"Akaya." Marui poked at Kirihara's cheek. "Wake up, brat."
Kirihara grunted, swatting at Marui's hand. "Five more minutes."
"You missed our date." Marui wasn't angry- more amused at the way the younger boy continued to fall asleep at the most inopportune moments.
Kirihara's eyes opened, blinking a few times as he sat up. "No, that's tomorrow." He ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than normal. "That's tomorrow, Bunta-senpai."
Marui grinned when Kirihara used the honorific, no matter what he said, he couldn't break Kirihara of the habit. "Today is Friday." He reached up, fingers curling around Kirihara's wrists, gently tugging the other boy back down. "I waited at the movie theater for about an hour. Your mom called me."
"Mom called…" Kirihara pieced it together, blush rising on his cheeks.
"Though, it didn't take me long to figure it out." Marui said, laughing softly before kissing Kirihara's cheek. "I am a genius." He smirked, sneaking a quick kiss to Kirihara's mouth, before worming his way under the covers as well.
"I'm sorry." One of Kirihara's legs slid between Marui's. The bed shifted, as Kirihara moved closer, crawling on top of Marui.
"It's okay." Marui's fingers tangled in the dark curls, feeling a little guilty at the concern on Kirihara's face. "You need rest. You're really busy." It had been nearly a month since they had gotten together, relying on emails and text messages. Marui's university classes had picked up, and Kirihara had been busy running the high school tennis club, as well as preparing for university. Marui groaned low in his throat, the sound muffled when Kirihara's mouth eased over his.
Marui worked his hands under Kirihara's shirt, tracing over the other boy's skin. His nails skimmed down Kirihara's back, hand settling on narrow hips. He rocked up against Kirihara, needing the friction. Marui's eyes closed, lower lip caught between his lip. A low sound of pleasure came from him when Kirihara started to grind against him.
Kirihara's kisses smeared along Marui's neck, teeth nipping lightly, pinching skin. Marui tipped his head back for the younger boy. His hands slid over Kirihara's hips, groping at the other boy's ass. He smirked when Kirihara jerked, pushing back against his hands. Another kiss, demanding and possessive, Marui's legs falling open more to make room for Kirihara.
There was the sharp sound of seams stretching when Kirihara wiggled out of his shirt, sending it flying. Marui twisted out of his own shirt with a little more success, only caring about the feeling of skin against his. One of Kirihara's hands moved between them stroking Marui through his jeans. Marui tried, he really tried to keep quiet, as he rubbed himself against Kirihara's hand.
"Shhh…" Kirihara's laugh was a little too loud, too nervous as he glanced up at the door. Marui licked at the curve of his neck, tasting sweat, making the other boy squirm. His arms wrapped around Kirihara's neck, tugging him down for another kiss. Kirihara continued to rub at him, Marui trembling under the touch.
It didn't take long at all for pleasure to overwhelm him, Marui's moans muffled against another kiss. His back arched, hips pushing against Kirihara's hand as he came in his pants. Kirihara collapsed on top of him, touching lazily at Marui's body. His own hand found it's way into dark curls tangling them even further. "Jerk." He muttered, nipping at Kirihara's kiss swollen lower lip, not meaning it. "You have to let me borrow a pair of pants to wear home."
Kirihara's laugh was soft and a little shaky. "You could always stay here tonight. We could watch movies- like we were going to." There was a pause, as Kirihara wiggled, drawing the blankets properly around them both. "But you'd still have to change. You ate all your candy while you were waiting for me."
Marui glared, shoving playfully at the other boy. "Correction. You're getting me more."
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya x Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/kissing, groping/ 1,294
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Kirihara slept through their date. Marui goes to wake him up.
Notes: for the citrus_taste Halloween challenge. Comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated.
Marui shivered, shoving his hands deeper into the pocket of his coat. The sun was setting, making shadows on the street stretch until they were twisted and unidentifiable. Across the street, a few stores had turned on bright neon lights, advertising that they were still open. He glanced up the street, then down, frowning as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He flipped it open, checking again- no new messages, no missed calls. Marui was used to Kirihara running a few minutes late, and if he was held up for a significant amount of time, he'd send word.
He rocked on his heels, shoving a piece of gum into his mouth as he continued to wait. It was a habit left over from high school, and junior high, and no matter how he tried he couldn't give up the massive over consumption of sweets. Marui jerked when his phone vibrated violently, unable to stop the grin when he saw Kirihara's number displayed on the screen.
"You're late brat." Marui spoke first, around the bubble before popping it.
"Marui-kun?"
Marui's stomach sank immediately, as he recognized the voice on the other end of the line. "Akaya asked me to wake him up a couple of hours ago." Kirihara's mom didn't sound too mad. "When I went to wake him up, I couldn't do it. He's sleeping so peacefully."
"Kirihara-san, I'm sorry." Marui felt his face flush, and he rubbed at the back of his neck.
"Marui-kun, it's alright."
Marui grinned as relief washed over him. In the back round he could hear water running, and the clatter of dishes. "When he wakes up, let him know I'm not angry. We'll go over the weekend."
"I was hoping you'd let him know that in person." Kirihara-san said, Marui smirking at the tone of her voice. "I need him to get up. He promised that he'd get some things out of storage for me. Maybe you'll have better luck at getting him up."
It didn't take long for Marui to get to Kirihara's home. He pulled the boxes out of storage for Kirihara-san, even though she insisted that he didn't have to. Apologizing once more, he went up the stairs and let himself into Kirihara's room. The curtains were closed, the lamp on the desk was left on. Marui glanced over at the bed, grinning at the sight of Kirihara curled up on his side, snoring loudly.
The room itself was a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, Kirihara's school blazer hanging lopsided from the desk chair. Marui fixed it, knowing that Kirihara would wear it even with the wrinkles. The desk was covered in papers, most with good marks, a few with mistakes circled and terse notes of 'fix this'. The calendar hung on the wall, a couple of dates circled, Kirihara's messy scrawl filling in the boxes with meetings, and interviews for universities. A packet for T-University was on the corner of the desk, partially filled out. Marui smiled softly, finger tracing the characters of Akaya's name. He'd feign ignorance and surprise if and when Kirihara tells him of the application to the university.
Marui nearly tripped over a racket that needed restringing, catching sight of the yellow jersey spilling out of a black sports bag. He placed the racket near the bag, safely out of the way. One of the pictures on the dresser was from last year's championships. All of them had dog piled on each other- even Sanada was grinning.
He glanced over to see that Kirihara was still sleeping. Cautiously, Marui moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, fingers brushing dark curls from Kirihara's forehead. The other boy just murmured sleepily, burrowing further under the blankets. Marui swung his legs up onto the bed, curling up next to Kirihara.
"Akaya." Marui poked at Kirihara's cheek. "Wake up, brat."
Kirihara grunted, swatting at Marui's hand. "Five more minutes."
"You missed our date." Marui wasn't angry- more amused at the way the younger boy continued to fall asleep at the most inopportune moments.
Kirihara's eyes opened, blinking a few times as he sat up. "No, that's tomorrow." He ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than normal. "That's tomorrow, Bunta-senpai."
Marui grinned when Kirihara used the honorific, no matter what he said, he couldn't break Kirihara of the habit. "Today is Friday." He reached up, fingers curling around Kirihara's wrists, gently tugging the other boy back down. "I waited at the movie theater for about an hour. Your mom called me."
"Mom called…" Kirihara pieced it together, blush rising on his cheeks.
"Though, it didn't take me long to figure it out." Marui said, laughing softly before kissing Kirihara's cheek. "I am a genius." He smirked, sneaking a quick kiss to Kirihara's mouth, before worming his way under the covers as well.
"I'm sorry." One of Kirihara's legs slid between Marui's. The bed shifted, as Kirihara moved closer, crawling on top of Marui.
"It's okay." Marui's fingers tangled in the dark curls, feeling a little guilty at the concern on Kirihara's face. "You need rest. You're really busy." It had been nearly a month since they had gotten together, relying on emails and text messages. Marui's university classes had picked up, and Kirihara had been busy running the high school tennis club, as well as preparing for university. Marui groaned low in his throat, the sound muffled when Kirihara's mouth eased over his.
Marui worked his hands under Kirihara's shirt, tracing over the other boy's skin. His nails skimmed down Kirihara's back, hand settling on narrow hips. He rocked up against Kirihara, needing the friction. Marui's eyes closed, lower lip caught between his lip. A low sound of pleasure came from him when Kirihara started to grind against him.
Kirihara's kisses smeared along Marui's neck, teeth nipping lightly, pinching skin. Marui tipped his head back for the younger boy. His hands slid over Kirihara's hips, groping at the other boy's ass. He smirked when Kirihara jerked, pushing back against his hands. Another kiss, demanding and possessive, Marui's legs falling open more to make room for Kirihara.
There was the sharp sound of seams stretching when Kirihara wiggled out of his shirt, sending it flying. Marui twisted out of his own shirt with a little more success, only caring about the feeling of skin against his. One of Kirihara's hands moved between them stroking Marui through his jeans. Marui tried, he really tried to keep quiet, as he rubbed himself against Kirihara's hand.
"Shhh…" Kirihara's laugh was a little too loud, too nervous as he glanced up at the door. Marui licked at the curve of his neck, tasting sweat, making the other boy squirm. His arms wrapped around Kirihara's neck, tugging him down for another kiss. Kirihara continued to rub at him, Marui trembling under the touch.
It didn't take long at all for pleasure to overwhelm him, Marui's moans muffled against another kiss. His back arched, hips pushing against Kirihara's hand as he came in his pants. Kirihara collapsed on top of him, touching lazily at Marui's body. His own hand found it's way into dark curls tangling them even further. "Jerk." He muttered, nipping at Kirihara's kiss swollen lower lip, not meaning it. "You have to let me borrow a pair of pants to wear home."
Kirihara's laugh was soft and a little shaky. "You could always stay here tonight. We could watch movies- like we were going to." There was a pause, as Kirihara wiggled, drawing the blankets properly around them both. "But you'd still have to change. You ate all your candy while you were waiting for me."
Marui glared, shoving playfully at the other boy. "Correction. You're getting me more."