[Multi-Part Fic] Facets of Me: Chapter Ten - Red Tourmaline
Title: Facets of Me
Author: Zab Jade
Rating: R
Summary: Shortly after starting his first year of high school, Kaidoh is given an assignment in creative writing to explore the aspects of his personality. As he writes about himself, he shares the stories of his life with Inui.
Facets of Me
Facet Ten: Red Tourmaline
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or the associated characters.
Warning: Sexual situations involving two boys.
Author’s Note: Not yet the end, as there is a closing out chapter after this one. Tactile sensitivity is the reason I don’t wear socks and like to wear as little clothing as I can get away with, and I have randomly decided that it is also Kaidoh’s reason for not wearing socks and wearing as little clothing as he can get away with.
~*~
I stare at my list of gemstones, wondering just what possessed me to pick red tourmaline. Just thinking about it makes my face heat with embarrassment. I try to tell myself there’s no reason to be embarrassed, but it doesn’t help.
I’ve looked stuff up about sex several times when Inui-senpai was collecting data on the subject, and it never bothered me. Though I could have happily gone my entire life without knowing there was such a thing as armpit sex. Inui-senpai suggested we try it for the sake of data collection, but he wasn’t very enthusiastic and seemed relieved when I said no way in hell.
I’m pulled from my random thoughts by Inui-senpai calling my name. He’s finished with his homework and is looking at me with one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“I’m… not very comfortable with what I plan to write,” I admit. “And I let my mind wander instead of thinking about it. I don’t even know how to start.”
“Just do your best. And remember, it’s practice, so it doesn’t matter if you make mistakes, as long as you are prepared to learn from them.”
He reaches out to lightly squeeze my shoulder, and I suddenly know how to get started. I give him a quick smile of thanks and begin to write.
Red tourmaline has many properties. It is said to stimulate courage and rekindle one’s passion for life. It is also said that it can fan the flames of passion in a relationship.
I could attempt some sort of deep exploration into the nature of human sexuality and its role in interpersonal relationships, but I’m a sixteen-year-old boy. The average sixteen-year-old boy secretly, or not-so-secretly in some cases, wants to have sex with anything that moves. Or just lays there. Or is alive. Or reasonably comfortable to rub against.
I’m a lot more average than I’m usually willing to admit, even to myself. Fortunately, I’m able, for the most part, to keep thoughts like “I wonder what it’d feel like to hump a tree?” locked away in the deepest reaches of my mind, along with musings about what one could do with a sufficiently lubricated tennis racket handle.
If you take overactive teenage hormones out of the equation, sex in humans is essentially about touch. Humans are tactile creatures. Touch, or even the lack of it, defines all of our interpersonal relationships and molds the very fabric of our lives.
The soft caress of a woman’s hand against a baby’s cheek is an expression of a mother’s love for her child. The sharp sting of a spanking teaches the fundamentals of right and wrong. A punch to the face shows animosity and dislike. A hug when you’ve had a bad day lets you know that there’s someone who cares about you.
I suppose what I’m getting at, in a rather roundabout way, is that my first sexual experience with Inui-senpai was as much about the human need for physical contact as it was about teenage hormones.
It was near the end of my second year at Seigaku, and I was pacing in Inui-senpai’s living room, extremely agitated. Tezuka-buchou would be announcing his replacement the next day. I didn’t think it would be Echizen, he wasn’t quite ready to be a leader yet, but there was a good chance it would be Momoshiro.
“I don’t want him having any kind of power over me,” I mutter, feeling sick at the thought. “I know the idiot will abuse it.”
“Calm down, Kaidoh,” Inui-senpai said. “You will very likely end up as captain with Echizen as vice-captain. Momoshiro has often said he wishes to be liked by as many people as possible. That attitude is not conducive to a leadership position. You, on the other hand, have become increasingly more comfortable around others as the year has progressed. A leadership position at this point in your life would be good for you and within your capabilities.”
I scowled and kept pacing. “It doesn’t matter how likely it is. The universe likes to cheerfully go against all probability when it comes to screwing me over. I mean, what the hell are the odds of getting hit in the head by two purses, a can of coffee, and a tennis ball all in one day? Not to mention getting run over by Momoshiro and Kamio. Stuff like that just doesn’t happen to normal people.”
“Kaidoh-”
I continued talking, cutting him off. “And that’s the main reason I likely won’t be captain. I’m not normal. I’m a weird little freak who seems anti-social because my annoying shyness makes me too much of a coward to talk to people. Momoshiro and Echizen will be in charge, and my third year will suck. Maybe I should quit the tennis club. I can play at the street courts to keep in practice, and-”
Inui-senpai stopped my babbling by grabbing my shoulders and kissing me. “Calm down, Kaidoh,” he said softly, hugging me close.
I pressed my head against his chest, leaning into him as he slipped his hands up under my shirt to slowly rub my back. It felt really nice. To just be held against him while his large hands moved along my bare skin.
I normally don’t like being touched, mostly because I like to be touched. Yeah, I know, that sounds weird and doesn’t seem to make sense. It does though. Some people are more sensitive to touch than others. That’s why I hate wearing socks or any other clothing that presses against the skin. It itches and drives me crazy after a while.
Being touched in a non-aggressive way by another person feels good. Being touched by a stranger, or randomly patted on the shoulder by Momoshiro, freaks the hell out of me. It implies a level of intimacy that makes me really uncomfortable.
The only exceptions other than animals and my family are Kikumaru-senpai and Inui-senpai. Kikumaru-senpai’s blatant disregard of personal space is oddly comforting sometimes. And it reinforces my fanciful suspicion that he’s actually a cat in disguise, prancing around with us silly humans because it amuses him.
I don’t mind being touched by Inui-senpai because… because he’s Inui-senpai, and I like it when he touches me. And with his arms around me, worrying about who was going to be the next captain of the Seigaku tennis club didn’t really seem all that important anymore.
As I basked in the warmth of his embrace, I didn’t make a conscious decision to start softly kissing the side of his neck. I just needed to touch him in return, and that was the easiest way at the time.
He gasped, shuddering slightly, as I pressed my mouth against the place where his shoulder met his neck. That gasp turned into a moan as I flicked the tip of my tongue against that spot.
I could feel his body responding, and I suddenly wanted him with a passionate desire like nothing I had ever felt before. It was a confusing mix of hormones, the need to touch the person wrapped around me, and something weirdly predatory.
With a low, possessive growl, I pushed him down to the floor and straddled him, pressing my mouth against his in a passionate kiss as I frantically thrust my hips against his abdomen. He grabbed me around the waist, and I thought for a moment that he was going to push me away from him, horrified by my actions. Instead, he moved me backwards, over his groin, and arched upward.
I shuddered with pleasure as I rubbed myself against the bulge in his pants. I couldn’t reach his mouth anymore to kiss him, but it was much better like this. It made me feel good, and strangely powerful, to know that I was making him feel pleasure while experiencing it myself.
Small sounds, like grunting but higher pitched and less harsh, were forced out of me with every forward movement of my hips. Pleasure built up like someone inflating a balloon, each thrust like a puff of air filling it until it couldn’t hold anymore and popped in an explosion of incredible sensation.
Inui-senpai cried out, his grip on my hips tightening as he jerked his pelvis upwards. Then he rolled, pinning me underneath his limp weight while we both lay there panting. We hadn’t really done much more than what you could do with a firm pillow shoved between your legs, but it had felt so much better than that.
When you touch yourself, it’s because you want to do something that feels good. When another person is touching you in a sexual way, it’s because they want you to feel pleasure and want to feel the same while touching you in intimate places.
As I thought about that, my mind cleared and I started to worry that I might have just ruined everything. What if Inui-senpai hadn’t been ready for our relationship to go that far yet? What if I wasn’t really ready?
“Senpai… I’m sor-”
“I’ve heard that sexual activity can decrease stress and feelings of anxiety,” he said, cutting me off. “I’ll likely have to ask you several questions in order to calculate the exact percentage of these effects. We may have to repeat this activity several times in order to get all of the necessary data.”
I blinked at him in shock, then started laughing. “You are such a dork.”
“Ah, but I’ve collected your data, and I happen to know that you have a thing for dorks. Especially very tall dorks with spiky hair and thick glasses. Also necessary is an obsession with collecting data and a love for making unusual health drinks.”
I raised a brow. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I met you, Senpai. That seems like a tough combination to find.”
He smirked and kissed me lightly. “Indeed.”
I leave the room to get a glass of cold water while Inui-senpai reads. I quickly drink a full glass, then refill it and take it back to his room, taking slow sips. That turns out to be a mistake.
“Hmm… I should look into the possibility of acquiring a tree costume,” Inui-senpai murmurs to himself. He’s finished reading and is now taking notes. “And I really should begin calculating the number of things one can do with a properly lubricated tennis racket handle. It would be good data.”
The water goes down wrong, and I start choking. Inui-senpai immediately gets to his feet and starts patting me on the back. He keeps in contact with me even after I stop coughing, holding me against his side.
“I’ve often wondered why you pounced on me like that,” he says when he’s finished reading. “I had always assumed I would have to make the first move. I should have remembered that even though you rarely show it when we’re alone together, you do have a very fierce, predatory side. I saw it nearly every day on the tennis courts, especially whenever you had to deal with Momoshiro.”
I look at him, surprised by the tone of his voice as he says my rival’s name. “You don’t like Momoshiro.” I suddenly realize.
Inui-senpai is silent for a moment, then answers. “My feelings toward him are similar to yours toward Renji. He has done nothing to me to earn my animosity, but…”
“But he’s been an ass to someone you care about.”
He nods. “Exactly.”
We stand there quietly for a few minutes before Inui-senpai breaks the silence. “I was impressed with your insights on the impact of tactile contact,” he says, removing my bandana and nuzzling my hair. “I’ve always liked touching you, especially since you seem to dislike it when others do the same. It makes me feel… special.”
“You are special, Senpai.”
Author: Zab Jade
Rating: R
Summary: Shortly after starting his first year of high school, Kaidoh is given an assignment in creative writing to explore the aspects of his personality. As he writes about himself, he shares the stories of his life with Inui.
Facets of Me
Facet Ten: Red Tourmaline
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or the associated characters.
Warning: Sexual situations involving two boys.
Author’s Note: Not yet the end, as there is a closing out chapter after this one. Tactile sensitivity is the reason I don’t wear socks and like to wear as little clothing as I can get away with, and I have randomly decided that it is also Kaidoh’s reason for not wearing socks and wearing as little clothing as he can get away with.
~*~
I stare at my list of gemstones, wondering just what possessed me to pick red tourmaline. Just thinking about it makes my face heat with embarrassment. I try to tell myself there’s no reason to be embarrassed, but it doesn’t help.
I’ve looked stuff up about sex several times when Inui-senpai was collecting data on the subject, and it never bothered me. Though I could have happily gone my entire life without knowing there was such a thing as armpit sex. Inui-senpai suggested we try it for the sake of data collection, but he wasn’t very enthusiastic and seemed relieved when I said no way in hell.
I’m pulled from my random thoughts by Inui-senpai calling my name. He’s finished with his homework and is looking at me with one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“I’m… not very comfortable with what I plan to write,” I admit. “And I let my mind wander instead of thinking about it. I don’t even know how to start.”
“Just do your best. And remember, it’s practice, so it doesn’t matter if you make mistakes, as long as you are prepared to learn from them.”
He reaches out to lightly squeeze my shoulder, and I suddenly know how to get started. I give him a quick smile of thanks and begin to write.
Red tourmaline has many properties. It is said to stimulate courage and rekindle one’s passion for life. It is also said that it can fan the flames of passion in a relationship.
I could attempt some sort of deep exploration into the nature of human sexuality and its role in interpersonal relationships, but I’m a sixteen-year-old boy. The average sixteen-year-old boy secretly, or not-so-secretly in some cases, wants to have sex with anything that moves. Or just lays there. Or is alive. Or reasonably comfortable to rub against.
I’m a lot more average than I’m usually willing to admit, even to myself. Fortunately, I’m able, for the most part, to keep thoughts like “I wonder what it’d feel like to hump a tree?” locked away in the deepest reaches of my mind, along with musings about what one could do with a sufficiently lubricated tennis racket handle.
If you take overactive teenage hormones out of the equation, sex in humans is essentially about touch. Humans are tactile creatures. Touch, or even the lack of it, defines all of our interpersonal relationships and molds the very fabric of our lives.
The soft caress of a woman’s hand against a baby’s cheek is an expression of a mother’s love for her child. The sharp sting of a spanking teaches the fundamentals of right and wrong. A punch to the face shows animosity and dislike. A hug when you’ve had a bad day lets you know that there’s someone who cares about you.
I suppose what I’m getting at, in a rather roundabout way, is that my first sexual experience with Inui-senpai was as much about the human need for physical contact as it was about teenage hormones.
It was near the end of my second year at Seigaku, and I was pacing in Inui-senpai’s living room, extremely agitated. Tezuka-buchou would be announcing his replacement the next day. I didn’t think it would be Echizen, he wasn’t quite ready to be a leader yet, but there was a good chance it would be Momoshiro.
“I don’t want him having any kind of power over me,” I mutter, feeling sick at the thought. “I know the idiot will abuse it.”
“Calm down, Kaidoh,” Inui-senpai said. “You will very likely end up as captain with Echizen as vice-captain. Momoshiro has often said he wishes to be liked by as many people as possible. That attitude is not conducive to a leadership position. You, on the other hand, have become increasingly more comfortable around others as the year has progressed. A leadership position at this point in your life would be good for you and within your capabilities.”
I scowled and kept pacing. “It doesn’t matter how likely it is. The universe likes to cheerfully go against all probability when it comes to screwing me over. I mean, what the hell are the odds of getting hit in the head by two purses, a can of coffee, and a tennis ball all in one day? Not to mention getting run over by Momoshiro and Kamio. Stuff like that just doesn’t happen to normal people.”
“Kaidoh-”
I continued talking, cutting him off. “And that’s the main reason I likely won’t be captain. I’m not normal. I’m a weird little freak who seems anti-social because my annoying shyness makes me too much of a coward to talk to people. Momoshiro and Echizen will be in charge, and my third year will suck. Maybe I should quit the tennis club. I can play at the street courts to keep in practice, and-”
Inui-senpai stopped my babbling by grabbing my shoulders and kissing me. “Calm down, Kaidoh,” he said softly, hugging me close.
I pressed my head against his chest, leaning into him as he slipped his hands up under my shirt to slowly rub my back. It felt really nice. To just be held against him while his large hands moved along my bare skin.
I normally don’t like being touched, mostly because I like to be touched. Yeah, I know, that sounds weird and doesn’t seem to make sense. It does though. Some people are more sensitive to touch than others. That’s why I hate wearing socks or any other clothing that presses against the skin. It itches and drives me crazy after a while.
Being touched in a non-aggressive way by another person feels good. Being touched by a stranger, or randomly patted on the shoulder by Momoshiro, freaks the hell out of me. It implies a level of intimacy that makes me really uncomfortable.
The only exceptions other than animals and my family are Kikumaru-senpai and Inui-senpai. Kikumaru-senpai’s blatant disregard of personal space is oddly comforting sometimes. And it reinforces my fanciful suspicion that he’s actually a cat in disguise, prancing around with us silly humans because it amuses him.
I don’t mind being touched by Inui-senpai because… because he’s Inui-senpai, and I like it when he touches me. And with his arms around me, worrying about who was going to be the next captain of the Seigaku tennis club didn’t really seem all that important anymore.
As I basked in the warmth of his embrace, I didn’t make a conscious decision to start softly kissing the side of his neck. I just needed to touch him in return, and that was the easiest way at the time.
He gasped, shuddering slightly, as I pressed my mouth against the place where his shoulder met his neck. That gasp turned into a moan as I flicked the tip of my tongue against that spot.
I could feel his body responding, and I suddenly wanted him with a passionate desire like nothing I had ever felt before. It was a confusing mix of hormones, the need to touch the person wrapped around me, and something weirdly predatory.
With a low, possessive growl, I pushed him down to the floor and straddled him, pressing my mouth against his in a passionate kiss as I frantically thrust my hips against his abdomen. He grabbed me around the waist, and I thought for a moment that he was going to push me away from him, horrified by my actions. Instead, he moved me backwards, over his groin, and arched upward.
I shuddered with pleasure as I rubbed myself against the bulge in his pants. I couldn’t reach his mouth anymore to kiss him, but it was much better like this. It made me feel good, and strangely powerful, to know that I was making him feel pleasure while experiencing it myself.
Small sounds, like grunting but higher pitched and less harsh, were forced out of me with every forward movement of my hips. Pleasure built up like someone inflating a balloon, each thrust like a puff of air filling it until it couldn’t hold anymore and popped in an explosion of incredible sensation.
Inui-senpai cried out, his grip on my hips tightening as he jerked his pelvis upwards. Then he rolled, pinning me underneath his limp weight while we both lay there panting. We hadn’t really done much more than what you could do with a firm pillow shoved between your legs, but it had felt so much better than that.
When you touch yourself, it’s because you want to do something that feels good. When another person is touching you in a sexual way, it’s because they want you to feel pleasure and want to feel the same while touching you in intimate places.
As I thought about that, my mind cleared and I started to worry that I might have just ruined everything. What if Inui-senpai hadn’t been ready for our relationship to go that far yet? What if I wasn’t really ready?
“Senpai… I’m sor-”
“I’ve heard that sexual activity can decrease stress and feelings of anxiety,” he said, cutting me off. “I’ll likely have to ask you several questions in order to calculate the exact percentage of these effects. We may have to repeat this activity several times in order to get all of the necessary data.”
I blinked at him in shock, then started laughing. “You are such a dork.”
“Ah, but I’ve collected your data, and I happen to know that you have a thing for dorks. Especially very tall dorks with spiky hair and thick glasses. Also necessary is an obsession with collecting data and a love for making unusual health drinks.”
I raised a brow. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I met you, Senpai. That seems like a tough combination to find.”
He smirked and kissed me lightly. “Indeed.”
I leave the room to get a glass of cold water while Inui-senpai reads. I quickly drink a full glass, then refill it and take it back to his room, taking slow sips. That turns out to be a mistake.
“Hmm… I should look into the possibility of acquiring a tree costume,” Inui-senpai murmurs to himself. He’s finished reading and is now taking notes. “And I really should begin calculating the number of things one can do with a properly lubricated tennis racket handle. It would be good data.”
The water goes down wrong, and I start choking. Inui-senpai immediately gets to his feet and starts patting me on the back. He keeps in contact with me even after I stop coughing, holding me against his side.
“I’ve often wondered why you pounced on me like that,” he says when he’s finished reading. “I had always assumed I would have to make the first move. I should have remembered that even though you rarely show it when we’re alone together, you do have a very fierce, predatory side. I saw it nearly every day on the tennis courts, especially whenever you had to deal with Momoshiro.”
I look at him, surprised by the tone of his voice as he says my rival’s name. “You don’t like Momoshiro.” I suddenly realize.
Inui-senpai is silent for a moment, then answers. “My feelings toward him are similar to yours toward Renji. He has done nothing to me to earn my animosity, but…”
“But he’s been an ass to someone you care about.”
He nods. “Exactly.”
We stand there quietly for a few minutes before Inui-senpai breaks the silence. “I was impressed with your insights on the impact of tactile contact,” he says, removing my bandana and nuzzling my hair. “I’ve always liked touching you, especially since you seem to dislike it when others do the same. It makes me feel… special.”
“You are special, Senpai.”