[PoT]:: Kirihara/Bunta Hopes and Kisses.
Title: Hopes and Kisses.
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya/Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/implied sexual situations, kisses/2,169
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara goes for a run and finds a special delivery.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments
Happy Holidays to fuefuki_san ♥
Kirihara crept down the stairs, careful not to make too much noise. His sister had returned from university a few days ago, and she was the lightest sleeper in the house. If he woke her up, no matter how accidental, she would raise unholy hell. His parents were still snoring in their bedroom, and from what he could tell his sister was fast asleep. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully avoided the second to last step as it squeaked. He shuffled along the hallway once he was off the stairs, making sure to pick up his keys and loop them around his neck, tucking them under his sweatshirt. He balanced precariously on one foot as he hopped around trying to put his shoes on. It was early, even for his morning run, but he wanted to be back in time for breakfast with the whole family. He opened the door, pausing to hear if anyone had woken up while he had thumped around with his shoes, hearing nothing, he stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.
The cold bit through his sweats and sweatshirt, nearly knocking him breathless. Pale, predawn light was creeping in, turning the sky a pale blue. His teeth chattered as he fumbled with the gate lock. It slammed behind him, and he cast another look back at the house, which remained dark. He stooped down, tucking his shoe laces into his shoes, stretched a bit and yawned, scratching at his stomach. The urge to crawl back into his warm bed was strong, but the habit of rising early and running had become so ingrained in him that he couldn't function without it.
Thick frost covered the street that ran along his house, and he took a few cautious steps, finding that he could hold his own without sliding everywhere. Figuring it would be safer to run once he hit the main streets, he walked, trying to get the last few kinks out of his sleepy body.
"Up early, aren't you Kirihara-kun?" His neighbor had come out to retrieve their paper.
Kirihara nodded, greeting cracked in half by a massive yawn, " 'sister came home yesterday." His neighbor chuckled, and waved him on.
"You have a good run." Kirihara watched as the elderly neighbor walked back up to the house.
"Have a good day, Usagi-san." Kirihara didn't move until the door shut behind his neighbor.
He had started running seriously his last year of middle school. Once his senpai had moved on to the secondary school, he found that he lacked a lot of focus, and at times the team that Yukimura-buchou had left him had suffered. It was a way to clear his mind and focus his energies on positive things. That's what Renji had told him when he had quite literally run into him one morning after he had joined everyone at the secondary school. It kept him in shape, kept his mind sharp, and allowed him to come up with strategies and training exercises. Once again, Yukimura had left him with the tennis team, and there was no way that Kirihara was going to let their championship run end with him.
Once Kirihara reached the top of his road, which spilled into onto the main road. He shoved the ear buds into his ears, flipping on his mp3 player. Niou had sent him a mix earlier in the week, and it as a bass heavy, aggressive American rap mix. Something that Niou wouldn't have listened to, but the email attached to it indicated that it was a Christmas present. Something twisted in his chest when he found out that Niou wasn't coming back for Christmas break but had promised to be there for Kirihara's graduation. Niou and Bunta had gone the furthest away for university, and Kirihara found himself missing them the most.
His cheeks burned when his thoughts turned to Bunta. He ran faster, sneakers pounding against the pavement. They had fooled around extensively during high school, and when Bunta had graduated, he had given Kirihara his second button. Kirihara, in a stroke of sheer insanity had blurted out the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since he had first seen Bunta, in front of the rest of the team. They had all laughed, except for Bunta, who had smiled, and blushed-nearly matching the color of his hair, and reassured Kirihara that yes, in fact, he would be Kirihara's boyfriend.
The weeks before Bunta left for university had been spent in a frenzied daze. They were either at Bunta's house sneaking kisses and quick gropes in between the onslaught of Bunta's younger brothers. More often than not they ended up at Kirihara's, in the quiet space of his bedroom. The night Bunta left Kirihara had found out how good it felt to let someone in, trust someone with his body that much, and the pain of knowing that he wouldn't be able to be with Bunta for a few months.
He hadn't heard anything from Bunta in a few weeks.
Not that he was upset by it. Bunta had mentioned that he was bogged down with projects and papers, and judging from the text messages Kirihara had received, Bunta was overworked and seriously stressed out. The ground under his feet changed from pavement to densely packed sand. The beach was abandoned at this time of day. Gulls circled lazily, harsh calls startling Kirihara over the pounding thud of his music. The tide was on it's way out, the waves crashing against the waterline, sending an icy cold spray through the air. Mist landed on his skin, cooling him. Kirihara had started to work up a sweat, and he was only halfway through his run. The sky had started to lighten considerably, and from what he could tell, it was going to be a good day. He figured he could convince his sister to hit a couple of balls with him after breakfast. Maybe.
The sand gave way to pavement once more. Kirihara pushed the hood off his head, changed the play list on his mp3 player and started the second leg of his run. He would stop by the train station and buy some water from one of the vending machines. Those vending machines weren't kept freezing cold, and he didn’t get stomach cramps when he sucked it down way too fast. At this point, Kirihara also started to see people. Those coming home from overnight jobs, the vendors setting up carts on the street, or the people who left for work before the rest of the world woke up.
Once he reached the train station, he took the ear buds out, turned off the play list. He bent down, toed off one of his shoes, and pulled a few coins out. Jamming them into a vending machine, he bounced on his heels, rubbing his hands against his sweatshirt. The machine took his money, and he kicked savagely at the machine before it whined, and released the bottle of water.
"I swear, I'm gone for a few months and you turn into a common thug."
Kirihara choked on his mouthful of water, spraying himself with it. He recognized the voice, as sleep riddled as it was. "Senpai?" He turned to see Bunta, in rumpled, obviously slept in clothes, clutching a backpack.
"You don't have to call me that anymore." Bunta grinned lopsidedly at him. "I know I'm a genius and all, but I am your boyfriend…" His words trailed off when Kirihara crashed into him, crushing Bunta to him in a tight hug. Kirihara didn't care that they were in public, and were getting curious looks from passersby.
"You lost weight." Kirihara dug a finger into Bunta's side. The older boy slapped his hand away.
"The food in the cafeteria sucks, and I'm too lazy to cook. My roommate is a horrible cook too." Bunta held him at arm's length, studying him. "You look good."
There was something in the way Bunta said that last statement that sent a shiver down Kirihara's spine. "I didn't know you were coming."
"It was supposed to be a surprise." Bunta said. "Your sister didn't say you ran this early though." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She was supposed to let me in. I was going to wake you up."
"You and my sister are both perverts." Kirihara flushed, and looked away.
"I'm the pervert?" Bunta teased. Kirihara looked at him, and quickly looked away. He was having too many reactions and responses, and non of them were appropriate for public viewing. "I'm not the one blushing."
"Shut up." Kirihara reached out, snatching the bag from Bunta's hand. "I can walk you home."
"My parents are out of town until tomorrow. That's why I was going to stay with you. They all went to visit my grandparents." Bunta reached for the bag, but Kirihara held it just out of reach. "I leveled it with your parents."
"You did?" Kirihara blinked at him, Bunta's bag clutched to his chest.
"They don't know that I corrupted their sweet little Akaya, but they do know that I have no where to go for a couple of days." Bunta's grin was downright lecherous. And it did things to Kirihara's groin.
"Senpai." A hushed whisper, the bag dropping slightly to hide the front of his pants.
Bunta laughed, his head tipped back with joy. "Oh I've missed you." His eyes were bright and mischievous. "Should I tell you now that I'm really a bottom?"
"But…but you.." Kirihara muttered.
"Only to show you that if you did it to me it wouldn't hurt." Kirihara only then was aware of how public they were making this conversation. Bunta tugged at his sleeve. "Come on, we'll start heading back to your house. That way you can still say you did your run."
They fell into step with each other, Kirihara pausing to put Bunta's backpack on properly. "How did finals go?" He was jittery on the inside, happiness threatening to overflow and just spill everywhere. Bunta reached for his hand, warmth surrounding Kirihara's fingers as Bunta squeezed lightly.
"I'm home. I don't want to talk about school." Bunta sounded so tired, and Kirihara felt a bit guilty. "I just don't like thinking about it too much, only because I'm away from you." Another squeeze. "That's why I kind of fell off the earth. It hurt too much to talk to you, and hear about home, and not be there."
"I'm sorry, Bunta." It took effort to say Bunta's name out loud. He had gotten so used to saying senpai, so the emotions attached to Bunta's name didn't show. They walked along the side streets, the morning light stirring up the everyday lives of everyone else. They cut across a park, the grass still sopping wet with dew. Bunta tugged him toward a bench, sitting on it. Kirihara sat next to him, close enough that their legs touched. Bunta took one of the ear buds, placing it in his own ear, and snagging the mp3 player from Kirihara's sweatshirt pocket. Kirihara put the other ear bud in his own ear, Bunta scrolling through the songs.
Their hands were linked together, not speaking, spending their time in comfortable quiet, a poppy love song playing through the headphones. Bunta would change the songs on occasion, switching through until he found the one that satisfied him- no matter how briefly. Kirihara sprawled out on the bench, leaning closer to the other boy. Bunta tugged on the wire attached to the ear bud in Kirihara's ear.
"Hey, brat."
Kirihara turned his attention to Bunta. "Yeah?"
Bunta closed the space between them, leaning in and kissing Kirihara softly. "I missed you." Lips brushing against Kirihara's. "So just kiss me okay?"
"But we're outside…" Kirihara started to protest, but when he saw the look on Bunta's face. He pulled Bunta closer, fingers twisting in the red strands and kissed Bunta. Kirihara kissed him again, tongue pushing past Bunta's lips, deepening the kiss. They pulled apart, flushed, breath puffing into the cold air. "Bunta…" Kirihara's fingers traced along Bunta's jaw.
"You're a shit liar, senpai." He grinned wickedly. "After breakfast, my parents are going in to the city. I know for a fact my sister is going to see her boyfriend."
Bunta had the decency to look embarrassed. "She did tell me that you'd have the house to yourself. So I came a couple of days before my parents knew about it." He ducked his gaze. "That's why you didn't hear from me. I was working double time to get all my papers and stuff done early. I wanted to spend time with you. Just you. Not everyone else."
"You didn't have to lie to me." Kirihara got up from the bench, holding his hand out to Bunta.
"I may be a shit liar, but you're even crappier at keeping secrets." Bunta's hand slid into Kirihara's. "Come on brat, take me home."
Pairing: Kirihara Akaya/Marui Bunta.
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/implied sexual situations, kisses/2,169
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis
Summary: In which Kirihara goes for a run and finds a special delivery.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments
Happy Holidays to fuefuki_san ♥
Kirihara crept down the stairs, careful not to make too much noise. His sister had returned from university a few days ago, and she was the lightest sleeper in the house. If he woke her up, no matter how accidental, she would raise unholy hell. His parents were still snoring in their bedroom, and from what he could tell his sister was fast asleep. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully avoided the second to last step as it squeaked. He shuffled along the hallway once he was off the stairs, making sure to pick up his keys and loop them around his neck, tucking them under his sweatshirt. He balanced precariously on one foot as he hopped around trying to put his shoes on. It was early, even for his morning run, but he wanted to be back in time for breakfast with the whole family. He opened the door, pausing to hear if anyone had woken up while he had thumped around with his shoes, hearing nothing, he stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.
The cold bit through his sweats and sweatshirt, nearly knocking him breathless. Pale, predawn light was creeping in, turning the sky a pale blue. His teeth chattered as he fumbled with the gate lock. It slammed behind him, and he cast another look back at the house, which remained dark. He stooped down, tucking his shoe laces into his shoes, stretched a bit and yawned, scratching at his stomach. The urge to crawl back into his warm bed was strong, but the habit of rising early and running had become so ingrained in him that he couldn't function without it.
Thick frost covered the street that ran along his house, and he took a few cautious steps, finding that he could hold his own without sliding everywhere. Figuring it would be safer to run once he hit the main streets, he walked, trying to get the last few kinks out of his sleepy body.
"Up early, aren't you Kirihara-kun?" His neighbor had come out to retrieve their paper.
Kirihara nodded, greeting cracked in half by a massive yawn, " 'sister came home yesterday." His neighbor chuckled, and waved him on.
"You have a good run." Kirihara watched as the elderly neighbor walked back up to the house.
"Have a good day, Usagi-san." Kirihara didn't move until the door shut behind his neighbor.
He had started running seriously his last year of middle school. Once his senpai had moved on to the secondary school, he found that he lacked a lot of focus, and at times the team that Yukimura-buchou had left him had suffered. It was a way to clear his mind and focus his energies on positive things. That's what Renji had told him when he had quite literally run into him one morning after he had joined everyone at the secondary school. It kept him in shape, kept his mind sharp, and allowed him to come up with strategies and training exercises. Once again, Yukimura had left him with the tennis team, and there was no way that Kirihara was going to let their championship run end with him.
Once Kirihara reached the top of his road, which spilled into onto the main road. He shoved the ear buds into his ears, flipping on his mp3 player. Niou had sent him a mix earlier in the week, and it as a bass heavy, aggressive American rap mix. Something that Niou wouldn't have listened to, but the email attached to it indicated that it was a Christmas present. Something twisted in his chest when he found out that Niou wasn't coming back for Christmas break but had promised to be there for Kirihara's graduation. Niou and Bunta had gone the furthest away for university, and Kirihara found himself missing them the most.
His cheeks burned when his thoughts turned to Bunta. He ran faster, sneakers pounding against the pavement. They had fooled around extensively during high school, and when Bunta had graduated, he had given Kirihara his second button. Kirihara, in a stroke of sheer insanity had blurted out the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since he had first seen Bunta, in front of the rest of the team. They had all laughed, except for Bunta, who had smiled, and blushed-nearly matching the color of his hair, and reassured Kirihara that yes, in fact, he would be Kirihara's boyfriend.
The weeks before Bunta left for university had been spent in a frenzied daze. They were either at Bunta's house sneaking kisses and quick gropes in between the onslaught of Bunta's younger brothers. More often than not they ended up at Kirihara's, in the quiet space of his bedroom. The night Bunta left Kirihara had found out how good it felt to let someone in, trust someone with his body that much, and the pain of knowing that he wouldn't be able to be with Bunta for a few months.
He hadn't heard anything from Bunta in a few weeks.
Not that he was upset by it. Bunta had mentioned that he was bogged down with projects and papers, and judging from the text messages Kirihara had received, Bunta was overworked and seriously stressed out. The ground under his feet changed from pavement to densely packed sand. The beach was abandoned at this time of day. Gulls circled lazily, harsh calls startling Kirihara over the pounding thud of his music. The tide was on it's way out, the waves crashing against the waterline, sending an icy cold spray through the air. Mist landed on his skin, cooling him. Kirihara had started to work up a sweat, and he was only halfway through his run. The sky had started to lighten considerably, and from what he could tell, it was going to be a good day. He figured he could convince his sister to hit a couple of balls with him after breakfast. Maybe.
The sand gave way to pavement once more. Kirihara pushed the hood off his head, changed the play list on his mp3 player and started the second leg of his run. He would stop by the train station and buy some water from one of the vending machines. Those vending machines weren't kept freezing cold, and he didn’t get stomach cramps when he sucked it down way too fast. At this point, Kirihara also started to see people. Those coming home from overnight jobs, the vendors setting up carts on the street, or the people who left for work before the rest of the world woke up.
Once he reached the train station, he took the ear buds out, turned off the play list. He bent down, toed off one of his shoes, and pulled a few coins out. Jamming them into a vending machine, he bounced on his heels, rubbing his hands against his sweatshirt. The machine took his money, and he kicked savagely at the machine before it whined, and released the bottle of water.
"I swear, I'm gone for a few months and you turn into a common thug."
Kirihara choked on his mouthful of water, spraying himself with it. He recognized the voice, as sleep riddled as it was. "Senpai?" He turned to see Bunta, in rumpled, obviously slept in clothes, clutching a backpack.
"You don't have to call me that anymore." Bunta grinned lopsidedly at him. "I know I'm a genius and all, but I am your boyfriend…" His words trailed off when Kirihara crashed into him, crushing Bunta to him in a tight hug. Kirihara didn't care that they were in public, and were getting curious looks from passersby.
"You lost weight." Kirihara dug a finger into Bunta's side. The older boy slapped his hand away.
"The food in the cafeteria sucks, and I'm too lazy to cook. My roommate is a horrible cook too." Bunta held him at arm's length, studying him. "You look good."
There was something in the way Bunta said that last statement that sent a shiver down Kirihara's spine. "I didn't know you were coming."
"It was supposed to be a surprise." Bunta said. "Your sister didn't say you ran this early though." He rubbed the back of his neck. "She was supposed to let me in. I was going to wake you up."
"You and my sister are both perverts." Kirihara flushed, and looked away.
"I'm the pervert?" Bunta teased. Kirihara looked at him, and quickly looked away. He was having too many reactions and responses, and non of them were appropriate for public viewing. "I'm not the one blushing."
"Shut up." Kirihara reached out, snatching the bag from Bunta's hand. "I can walk you home."
"My parents are out of town until tomorrow. That's why I was going to stay with you. They all went to visit my grandparents." Bunta reached for the bag, but Kirihara held it just out of reach. "I leveled it with your parents."
"You did?" Kirihara blinked at him, Bunta's bag clutched to his chest.
"They don't know that I corrupted their sweet little Akaya, but they do know that I have no where to go for a couple of days." Bunta's grin was downright lecherous. And it did things to Kirihara's groin.
"Senpai." A hushed whisper, the bag dropping slightly to hide the front of his pants.
Bunta laughed, his head tipped back with joy. "Oh I've missed you." His eyes were bright and mischievous. "Should I tell you now that I'm really a bottom?"
"But…but you.." Kirihara muttered.
"Only to show you that if you did it to me it wouldn't hurt." Kirihara only then was aware of how public they were making this conversation. Bunta tugged at his sleeve. "Come on, we'll start heading back to your house. That way you can still say you did your run."
They fell into step with each other, Kirihara pausing to put Bunta's backpack on properly. "How did finals go?" He was jittery on the inside, happiness threatening to overflow and just spill everywhere. Bunta reached for his hand, warmth surrounding Kirihara's fingers as Bunta squeezed lightly.
"I'm home. I don't want to talk about school." Bunta sounded so tired, and Kirihara felt a bit guilty. "I just don't like thinking about it too much, only because I'm away from you." Another squeeze. "That's why I kind of fell off the earth. It hurt too much to talk to you, and hear about home, and not be there."
"I'm sorry, Bunta." It took effort to say Bunta's name out loud. He had gotten so used to saying senpai, so the emotions attached to Bunta's name didn't show. They walked along the side streets, the morning light stirring up the everyday lives of everyone else. They cut across a park, the grass still sopping wet with dew. Bunta tugged him toward a bench, sitting on it. Kirihara sat next to him, close enough that their legs touched. Bunta took one of the ear buds, placing it in his own ear, and snagging the mp3 player from Kirihara's sweatshirt pocket. Kirihara put the other ear bud in his own ear, Bunta scrolling through the songs.
Their hands were linked together, not speaking, spending their time in comfortable quiet, a poppy love song playing through the headphones. Bunta would change the songs on occasion, switching through until he found the one that satisfied him- no matter how briefly. Kirihara sprawled out on the bench, leaning closer to the other boy. Bunta tugged on the wire attached to the ear bud in Kirihara's ear.
"Hey, brat."
Kirihara turned his attention to Bunta. "Yeah?"
Bunta closed the space between them, leaning in and kissing Kirihara softly. "I missed you." Lips brushing against Kirihara's. "So just kiss me okay?"
"But we're outside…" Kirihara started to protest, but when he saw the look on Bunta's face. He pulled Bunta closer, fingers twisting in the red strands and kissed Bunta. Kirihara kissed him again, tongue pushing past Bunta's lips, deepening the kiss. They pulled apart, flushed, breath puffing into the cold air. "Bunta…" Kirihara's fingers traced along Bunta's jaw.
"You're a shit liar, senpai." He grinned wickedly. "After breakfast, my parents are going in to the city. I know for a fact my sister is going to see her boyfriend."
Bunta had the decency to look embarrassed. "She did tell me that you'd have the house to yourself. So I came a couple of days before my parents knew about it." He ducked his gaze. "That's why you didn't hear from me. I was working double time to get all my papers and stuff done early. I wanted to spend time with you. Just you. Not everyone else."
"You didn't have to lie to me." Kirihara got up from the bench, holding his hand out to Bunta.
"I may be a shit liar, but you're even crappier at keeping secrets." Bunta's hand slid into Kirihara's. "Come on brat, take me home."