New Tricks [Prince of Tennis: Niou/Yagyuu, February 07 Drabble]
To Em; February prompt number 2
Niou/Yagyuu - Of all of them, I can see Niou running off to join a circus or a carnival. Do something with that.
Niou learns some circus tricks. 783 Words. Originally posted here.
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It began with juggling; three juggling balls quickly rose to four, and then even more.
Sanada was inching his way closer every practice session, step by little step, and Niou stopped bringing the juggling balls to throw around in the air while he watched the other practice matches just the day before Sanada would have punched his lights out.
Yagyuu had never liked the juggling anyway; there were better things Niou could do with his hands.
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Niou had tried tightrope walking; tying a length of very strong, very light and very thin wire between bench legs at lunch and inching his way across, but that had been cut short when the rain came.
Everyday, every lunchtime, the rain came.
That was alright, because Yagyuu didn't think much of the tightrope walking, either. He had a note in his back pocket from Niou, telling him to meet up for lunch in the gym. He walked in, saw Niou's food discarded on one of the mats on the floor, and Niou shimmying his way up one of the climbing ropes in the centre of the room.
Yagyuu could get behind the rope-climbing; literally he thought, tilting his head a little for a better view.
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Niou had somehow procured the key to the gym, magically removing it from out of his pocket half-way up the rope and leaning back to drop it into Yagyuu's open hand. He kept leaning, until he was upsidedown and supported only by the grip of his legs around the ropes, hair hanging in his eyes, shirt bunched up around his chin.
Yagyuu did a few things in preparation; he calmly walked over to the gym door and locked it, he located a weights-bench in the corner and dragged it over to the centre of the room, he stood on it until he was face to bare stomach with Niou, who was getting flushed in the face from all the blood rushing to his head.
Yagyuu reached down for the end of the rope, slipping it around Niou's shoulders, winding it up around him and behind him until his arms were pinned behind his back.
Niou got even more flushed after that, and blood wasn't just pooling in his cheeks.
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When the sun began to shine again, Yagyuu resolved himself to yet more tightrope walking, because it was something Niou had yet to master completely. But walking outside towards the damp grass he was pleasantly surprised; no wire, and no tip-toeing in sight.
There was, however, Niou with his hands up in the air, hips rotating steadily, a hula hoop skimming his body. He kept speeding up his movements, and then slowing them again. Everytime he changed the pace, his shirt would fly up a little.
Yagyuu licked his lips, and stepped closer.
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Ask Yagyuu the next day, the next week, a year later, he still wouldn't be able to figure out exactly how Niou had grabbed his hand and pulled him within the circle of the hula hoop without breaking his pace even slightly.
He would be able to tell you, however, the way his flesh burned through layers of fabric when Niou's fingers curled around his hips. He would write an essay without words of the electricity that seemed to flow from him to Niou, or from Niou to him, when their hips were pulled together, and Niou could feel he was hard already, from watching him move.
He wouldn't be able to tell you the moment in which they began kissing, his hands scrabbling to hold on to something; shirt, skin, his own breath. He wouldn't know when they were intruded upon, and simultaneously abandoned with the realization that no-one would get any conversation out of either himself or Niou during that lunch period.
He wouldn't even realise, because Niou's lips kept letting small but intense panting sounds escape, pressing himself harder and harder into Yagyuu until Yagyuu could tell he was close to coming. Wouldn't notice until he did so first instead, and bucked his hips so hard only then did the hula hoop go clattering to the ground around them.
"Aw," Niou said, wiping the side of his mouth and looking down at it in dismay. "You threw off my rhythm."
Yagyuu just looks at him for a moment, just watches how easily he can ignore his need for release in order to tease. At the moment Niou leans down to pick up the hoop, Yagyuu steps on it's edge, and ends up picking it up himself instead.
"I don't care if it belongs to the gym, we're definitely taking this home." He says.
"How do you propose we smuggle a hula hoop out of school exactly?" Niou smirks in reply.
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Niou/Yagyuu - Of all of them, I can see Niou running off to join a circus or a carnival. Do something with that.
Niou learns some circus tricks. 783 Words. Originally posted here.
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It began with juggling; three juggling balls quickly rose to four, and then even more.
Sanada was inching his way closer every practice session, step by little step, and Niou stopped bringing the juggling balls to throw around in the air while he watched the other practice matches just the day before Sanada would have punched his lights out.
Yagyuu had never liked the juggling anyway; there were better things Niou could do with his hands.
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Niou had tried tightrope walking; tying a length of very strong, very light and very thin wire between bench legs at lunch and inching his way across, but that had been cut short when the rain came.
Everyday, every lunchtime, the rain came.
That was alright, because Yagyuu didn't think much of the tightrope walking, either. He had a note in his back pocket from Niou, telling him to meet up for lunch in the gym. He walked in, saw Niou's food discarded on one of the mats on the floor, and Niou shimmying his way up one of the climbing ropes in the centre of the room.
Yagyuu could get behind the rope-climbing; literally he thought, tilting his head a little for a better view.
-
Niou had somehow procured the key to the gym, magically removing it from out of his pocket half-way up the rope and leaning back to drop it into Yagyuu's open hand. He kept leaning, until he was upsidedown and supported only by the grip of his legs around the ropes, hair hanging in his eyes, shirt bunched up around his chin.
Yagyuu did a few things in preparation; he calmly walked over to the gym door and locked it, he located a weights-bench in the corner and dragged it over to the centre of the room, he stood on it until he was face to bare stomach with Niou, who was getting flushed in the face from all the blood rushing to his head.
Yagyuu reached down for the end of the rope, slipping it around Niou's shoulders, winding it up around him and behind him until his arms were pinned behind his back.
Niou got even more flushed after that, and blood wasn't just pooling in his cheeks.
-
When the sun began to shine again, Yagyuu resolved himself to yet more tightrope walking, because it was something Niou had yet to master completely. But walking outside towards the damp grass he was pleasantly surprised; no wire, and no tip-toeing in sight.
There was, however, Niou with his hands up in the air, hips rotating steadily, a hula hoop skimming his body. He kept speeding up his movements, and then slowing them again. Everytime he changed the pace, his shirt would fly up a little.
Yagyuu licked his lips, and stepped closer.
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Ask Yagyuu the next day, the next week, a year later, he still wouldn't be able to figure out exactly how Niou had grabbed his hand and pulled him within the circle of the hula hoop without breaking his pace even slightly.
He would be able to tell you, however, the way his flesh burned through layers of fabric when Niou's fingers curled around his hips. He would write an essay without words of the electricity that seemed to flow from him to Niou, or from Niou to him, when their hips were pulled together, and Niou could feel he was hard already, from watching him move.
He wouldn't be able to tell you the moment in which they began kissing, his hands scrabbling to hold on to something; shirt, skin, his own breath. He wouldn't know when they were intruded upon, and simultaneously abandoned with the realization that no-one would get any conversation out of either himself or Niou during that lunch period.
He wouldn't even realise, because Niou's lips kept letting small but intense panting sounds escape, pressing himself harder and harder into Yagyuu until Yagyuu could tell he was close to coming. Wouldn't notice until he did so first instead, and bucked his hips so hard only then did the hula hoop go clattering to the ground around them.
"Aw," Niou said, wiping the side of his mouth and looking down at it in dismay. "You threw off my rhythm."
Yagyuu just looks at him for a moment, just watches how easily he can ignore his need for release in order to tease. At the moment Niou leans down to pick up the hoop, Yagyuu steps on it's edge, and ends up picking it up himself instead.
"I don't care if it belongs to the gym, we're definitely taking this home." He says.
"How do you propose we smuggle a hula hoop out of school exactly?" Niou smirks in reply.
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