[Fic] Warmth
Title:Warmth
Author: Hamburger Jack
Summary:
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis. I am teh sadness.
Warning:None
Notacias:Hello again!
It isn’t so much the kissing that gets Yuuta turned on, but the fact that he gets to hold Syuusuke so close to his body and feel his whole being pressed against in a single act. When his fingers are splayed against Syuusuke’s back or gripping him, or groping him as the case usually is, the warmth just means so much more, way more than just linking fingers or the way Syuusuke comes to sit next to him if he’s watching tv.
He left for St. Rudolph because he knew if he stayed home it would be too much. The warmth would turn into a burning. A destructive burn that would ruin them both. So he keeps his distance. He keeps his distance and lets it get just warm enough...
When Syuusuke pulls back from his kisses it’s only just above his lips. He never pulls far away. He takes from the air between them and barely opens his eyes before he comes back in close for more.
He moans for Yuuta and calls his name in the way he grips at his shoulders, pulls at his t-shirt, fits against him between his legs and never wants to let go.
The worst is when Yumiko or Mother comes home because Syuusuke pulls away and takes in the scent of his skin, his nose against Yuuta’s neck and he gets up, taking all the heat with him and sits apart.
He’ll sit at Yuuta’s feet or the edge of the bed and bring himself back and if after awhile their names aren’t called or if they aren’t disturbed, Syuusuke leans back up towards him then crawls back into his space.
They’ve never had sex, though Yuuta thinks about the idea and thinks he might want to.
Yuuta’s never had sex with anyone but he thinks Syuusuke might be the one for him to do it with if Syuusuke ever said okay.
He knows Syuusuke’s done it. He’s done it with plenty of people.
Yuuta wonders if he kisses those people too, but stops when Syuusuke’s hands find their way up his shirt and those arms wrap around him skin to skin.
He doesn’t mind it this way because after awhile, usually when they’re undisturbed, Syuuske will just fall asleep. He’ll stop responding after awhile and he’ll just be asleep, Yuuta still trying to draw kisses from his mouth.
****
“Aniki?”
“Hm?”
Syuusuke was examining his cacti. Yuuta didn’t know why he used a glove. It wasn’t as if Syuusuke’s cacti ever hurt him. He had a gentle touch.
“Tonight...I want to -.”
“Yuuta.”
Syuusuke set down his cactus and removed the glove. He reached over to cup the side of Yuuta’s face. He kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear.
“Yuuta.”
And he didn’t ask again.
****
*Just a little something. Don't thinkthe first half makes too much sense...I always write these things so slow and disconnected...I never know how they come across till people read them...
Author: Hamburger Jack
Summary:
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis. I am teh sadness.
Warning:None
Notacias:Hello again!
It isn’t so much the kissing that gets Yuuta turned on, but the fact that he gets to hold Syuusuke so close to his body and feel his whole being pressed against in a single act. When his fingers are splayed against Syuusuke’s back or gripping him, or groping him as the case usually is, the warmth just means so much more, way more than just linking fingers or the way Syuusuke comes to sit next to him if he’s watching tv.
He left for St. Rudolph because he knew if he stayed home it would be too much. The warmth would turn into a burning. A destructive burn that would ruin them both. So he keeps his distance. He keeps his distance and lets it get just warm enough...
When Syuusuke pulls back from his kisses it’s only just above his lips. He never pulls far away. He takes from the air between them and barely opens his eyes before he comes back in close for more.
He moans for Yuuta and calls his name in the way he grips at his shoulders, pulls at his t-shirt, fits against him between his legs and never wants to let go.
The worst is when Yumiko or Mother comes home because Syuusuke pulls away and takes in the scent of his skin, his nose against Yuuta’s neck and he gets up, taking all the heat with him and sits apart.
He’ll sit at Yuuta’s feet or the edge of the bed and bring himself back and if after awhile their names aren’t called or if they aren’t disturbed, Syuusuke leans back up towards him then crawls back into his space.
They’ve never had sex, though Yuuta thinks about the idea and thinks he might want to.
Yuuta’s never had sex with anyone but he thinks Syuusuke might be the one for him to do it with if Syuusuke ever said okay.
He knows Syuusuke’s done it. He’s done it with plenty of people.
Yuuta wonders if he kisses those people too, but stops when Syuusuke’s hands find their way up his shirt and those arms wrap around him skin to skin.
He doesn’t mind it this way because after awhile, usually when they’re undisturbed, Syuuske will just fall asleep. He’ll stop responding after awhile and he’ll just be asleep, Yuuta still trying to draw kisses from his mouth.
****
“Aniki?”
“Hm?”
Syuusuke was examining his cacti. Yuuta didn’t know why he used a glove. It wasn’t as if Syuusuke’s cacti ever hurt him. He had a gentle touch.
“Tonight...I want to -.”
“Yuuta.”
Syuusuke set down his cactus and removed the glove. He reached over to cup the side of Yuuta’s face. He kissed his forehead and whispered in his ear.
“Yuuta.”
And he didn’t ask again.
****
*Just a little something. Don't thinkthe first half makes too much sense...I always write these things so slow and disconnected...I never know how they come across till people read them...