[PoT]:: Kirihara x Marui Alone in the Dark.
Title: Alone in the Dark.
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya x Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/suggestive tones/724
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Bunta goes home with Kirihara after practice.
Notes: for citrus_taste Halloween mini challenge. Comments and feedback appreciated and welcomed.
The storm had rolled in during afternoon classes. Kirihara eyed the dark gray sky apprehensively. If it started to rain, Sanada would cancel practice, and he could head home, get his homework done and play around on the computer until he had to sleep. If it didn’t rain, Sanada would most likely keep them. It wasn’t that he wanted to miss practice- he just wasn’t looking forward to playing in bad weather.
Sanada took pity on them after only an hour on the courts. Either that or he was tired of Niou-senpai pretending not to hear him when he yelled things. He changed quickly when he realized that Yanagi-senpai didn’t remind Sanada that the gym was open. Kirihara left the locker room just as Niou-senpai and Sanada got into a yelling match.
Kirihara paused, the cold air taking his breath away. He wrapped his coat tighter around him, trudging as the wind blew hard. He grunted when something collided with his back.
"Yo." Bunta-senpai clung to his coat. "Can I come home with you? There’s a midget party at my house"
Kirihara snickered, and nodded. "Yeah. Mom’s out until late. She’s visiting some friends." They headed for the school gate, Bunta linking arms with him when the wind picked up again. "Does your little brother know you call him a midget, senpai?"
"What?" Bunta yelled, grinning widely.
They walked to Kirihara’s house, buffeted by the wind and rain. Once inside, Kirihara shed his soaked coat, taking Bunta’s and hanging them both up. Bunta mopped up the puddles they tracked around the house, tossing the wet towel at Kirihara.
"You shower first, and I’ll make us something hot to eat." Bunta called already halfway to the kitchen. "Make it quick though."
Showered, changed, and somewhat clean Kirihara shuffled into the kitchen. Bunta was standing at the stove, cooking something that smelled amazing. "I’m going to take a quick shower. Just stir this in a couple minutes. Otherwise don’t touch it."
"I don’t think it would explode."
"That’s what you said about the cake, brat." Bunta poked him in the side as he left the kitchen.
When he heard the shower cut off, Kirihara served up two bowls of the soup, setting them at the table. A few minutes later, he heard Bunta coming down the stairs. "It’s done, senpai." He called, turning to reach down two glasses. "What do you want to drink?"
Bunta wrapped around him from behind, hugging him. Kirihara blushed when the other boy nuzzled between his shoulder blades. Bunta’s hair was wet, making the shirt stick to his back. "Juice is fine."
Kirihara sat down next to him, stomach growling. The soup was delicious, and it was fun to spend time with Bunta, just the two of them alone. "Want to stay over?" He could hear the wind howling outside, and both of them knew it was cold. "Mom won’t mind."
"Probably a good idea. I think the midget party is staying the night." Bunta nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Kirihara spluttered, snorting juice up his nose when Bunta’s foot ran up his leg. "Senpai!" He stayed completely still, blushing as the foot rubbed at his calf. Bunta, on the other hand was chatting happily with his mom explaining that he was staying the night at Kirihara’s.
"Something wrong?" Bunta smiled sweetly as he closed the phone. "
"You were talking to your mom!" Kirihara was bright red, avoiding Bunta’s knowing smirk. He was hard, and the fact that Bunta hadn’t stopped rubbing his leg wasn’t helping.
"She couldn’t see us." Bunta got up from the table, clearing away his and Kirihara’s bowls. The lights flickered, Kirihara flinching. The wind howled viciously, beating at the windows. Moments later the house was cast into absolute darkness.
"This sucks." Kirihara muttered, getting up from the table. He bumped into Bunta, reaching out to steady the other boy. "Maybe you should go brave the party."
"No way." Bunta’s arms wrapped around his waist. Kirihara hugged the other boy back, hands toying with the ends of Bunta’s wet hair. "I told you I’m staying the night right?" He leaned up, kissing Kirihara on the cheek. "We could go to bed early." One hand worked between them, palming Kirihara’s erection. "It could get cold later on. Skin to skin keeps you warmer longer."
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya x Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/suggestive tones/724
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Bunta goes home with Kirihara after practice.
Notes: for citrus_taste Halloween mini challenge. Comments and feedback appreciated and welcomed.
The storm had rolled in during afternoon classes. Kirihara eyed the dark gray sky apprehensively. If it started to rain, Sanada would cancel practice, and he could head home, get his homework done and play around on the computer until he had to sleep. If it didn’t rain, Sanada would most likely keep them. It wasn’t that he wanted to miss practice- he just wasn’t looking forward to playing in bad weather.
Sanada took pity on them after only an hour on the courts. Either that or he was tired of Niou-senpai pretending not to hear him when he yelled things. He changed quickly when he realized that Yanagi-senpai didn’t remind Sanada that the gym was open. Kirihara left the locker room just as Niou-senpai and Sanada got into a yelling match.
Kirihara paused, the cold air taking his breath away. He wrapped his coat tighter around him, trudging as the wind blew hard. He grunted when something collided with his back.
"Yo." Bunta-senpai clung to his coat. "Can I come home with you? There’s a midget party at my house"
Kirihara snickered, and nodded. "Yeah. Mom’s out until late. She’s visiting some friends." They headed for the school gate, Bunta linking arms with him when the wind picked up again. "Does your little brother know you call him a midget, senpai?"
"What?" Bunta yelled, grinning widely.
They walked to Kirihara’s house, buffeted by the wind and rain. Once inside, Kirihara shed his soaked coat, taking Bunta’s and hanging them both up. Bunta mopped up the puddles they tracked around the house, tossing the wet towel at Kirihara.
"You shower first, and I’ll make us something hot to eat." Bunta called already halfway to the kitchen. "Make it quick though."
Showered, changed, and somewhat clean Kirihara shuffled into the kitchen. Bunta was standing at the stove, cooking something that smelled amazing. "I’m going to take a quick shower. Just stir this in a couple minutes. Otherwise don’t touch it."
"I don’t think it would explode."
"That’s what you said about the cake, brat." Bunta poked him in the side as he left the kitchen.
When he heard the shower cut off, Kirihara served up two bowls of the soup, setting them at the table. A few minutes later, he heard Bunta coming down the stairs. "It’s done, senpai." He called, turning to reach down two glasses. "What do you want to drink?"
Bunta wrapped around him from behind, hugging him. Kirihara blushed when the other boy nuzzled between his shoulder blades. Bunta’s hair was wet, making the shirt stick to his back. "Juice is fine."
Kirihara sat down next to him, stomach growling. The soup was delicious, and it was fun to spend time with Bunta, just the two of them alone. "Want to stay over?" He could hear the wind howling outside, and both of them knew it was cold. "Mom won’t mind."
"Probably a good idea. I think the midget party is staying the night." Bunta nodded, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Kirihara spluttered, snorting juice up his nose when Bunta’s foot ran up his leg. "Senpai!" He stayed completely still, blushing as the foot rubbed at his calf. Bunta, on the other hand was chatting happily with his mom explaining that he was staying the night at Kirihara’s.
"Something wrong?" Bunta smiled sweetly as he closed the phone. "
"You were talking to your mom!" Kirihara was bright red, avoiding Bunta’s knowing smirk. He was hard, and the fact that Bunta hadn’t stopped rubbing his leg wasn’t helping.
"She couldn’t see us." Bunta got up from the table, clearing away his and Kirihara’s bowls. The lights flickered, Kirihara flinching. The wind howled viciously, beating at the windows. Moments later the house was cast into absolute darkness.
"This sucks." Kirihara muttered, getting up from the table. He bumped into Bunta, reaching out to steady the other boy. "Maybe you should go brave the party."
"No way." Bunta’s arms wrapped around his waist. Kirihara hugged the other boy back, hands toying with the ends of Bunta’s wet hair. "I told you I’m staying the night right?" He leaned up, kissing Kirihara on the cheek. "We could go to bed early." One hand worked between them, palming Kirihara’s erection. "It could get cold later on. Skin to skin keeps you warmer longer."