Prince of Tennis Drabbles
Two Jyousei drabbles, both of them Kajimoto/Wakato. To those of my friends list who have nothing to do with PoT whatsoever - I'm sorry. Please bear with me. ^^
1.
Title: Role Playing
Author:
kai882
Pairing: Kajimoto/Wakato
Rating: PG-15? If anyone knows, please tell me.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own PoT.
They were lying on the bed, Takahisa reading a book, and Hiroshi being bored.
“Do you think coach Hanamura will ever forgive Seigaku for our loss?” He tried to open a conversation.
Takahisa barely raised his eyes from the page he was reading. “Probably not.”
He snuggled closer to his captain and tried again. “What do you imagine Shinjyou is doing now?”
This earned him an angry stare from said Shinjyou’s best friend. “Training, I guess.” And eyes back to the book it was.
This wasn’t working. Time for a “CHANGE OVER!” He yelled enthusiastically.
Takahisa laid the book down and rolled his eyes. “You know this isn’t gonna work.”
Hiroshi flattered his eyelashes at him. “And why not, exactly?” he skated his finger down the captain’s cheek, “Sweetheart?”
Kajimoto didn’t seem impressed. “Why don’t you go and bother some of those fangirls of yours? I’m sure some are waiting outside your quarters.”
“Don’t wanna be with them,” He kissed him coyly on the mouth and slid his hand under his shirt. “Wanna be with you.”
“Mmm.” Takahisa still didn’t seem too interested. “I wonder.”
He started moving his hand in circles, going lower and lower and watching with growing interest the way his captain’s breath became uneven.
“I could change again, you know,” he breathed softly into his captain’s ear. “I could be anyone you want me to.”
“Go on,” Takahisa half choked, his eyes nearly closed.
“I could be that schoolgirl again,” he rained tiny kisses on Takahisa’s shoulder blade.
Takahisa moaned.
Hiroshi smiled. And decided to take another step. Tonight, surely, tonight it would work.
“Or…” he lowered his voice even more, making his touches light as feather and lingering just a little bit too long. “You could be that schoolgirl this time, and I can be your teacher. Or your tennis coach, maybe.”
Takahisa went rigid. And then shook his head. “Hiroshi?” His voice wasn’t so strangled anymore, for some reason.
“What?”
“No chance.” He gently shook off Wakato’s hands and reached back for his book.
Hiroshi sighed. One day, he thought. More than tennis, more than everything, this was what he was aiming for. Surely, one day he would find the perfect form. The perfect character. And then he would finally, finally get to top.
~~~
2.
Title: Jealousy
Author:
kai882
Pairing: Kajimoto/Wakato
Rating: PG-15 again? It's not really dirty, there's just... innuendo.
Disclaimer: PoT. Not. Mine. Boohoo.
A/N: This takes place right after the episode Kajimoto and Mizuki played together doubles.
Takahisa was lying in his bed, replaying today’s match in his head, when Hiroshi walked in at his usual hour.
“So, what’d you do today?” Wakato jumped onto the bed, disturbing the silent captain from his pondering.
“Played a match,” he shifted slightly to allow Hiroshi to slide beside him and nestle closer.
“Oh?” Hiroshi’s voice sounded unnaturally neutral. “Did you win?”
Takahisa smiled slightly. “No, we lost.”
Hiroshi froze in his place, looked at him questionably, and then slightly rose back to sitting. “We? You played doubles?”
“Hmm. Yes. Against that Momoshiro from Seigaku, and that snake-guy you played. Kaidoh.” He avoided looking at Hiroshi’s eyes and inwardly chuckled to himself.
Hiroshi pulled his face for a second. “So you lost to that guy too.”
“Yes.” And then, since a jealous Wakato was really a sight, he added: “we weren’t good enough, apparently.”
Hiroshi remained silent for a very long time. Takahisa resumed his staring at the ceiling.
“Who did you play with?” Hiroshi finally asked, and Takahisa couldn’t help but smirk.
“Oh, just this guy,” he answered innocently, and almost as an afterthought added: “Mizuki something, from St. Rudolph.”
“Mizuki?” Hiroshi’s tone remained calm. “That St. Rudolph regular?”
“Yeah.”
“And you lost.” Wakato seemed especially pleased with that, Takahisa noted to himself amusedly.
“Yes. Those Seigaku guys are a bit unnerving sometimes, did you notice?” He pretended he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary when Hiroshi resumed his previous cuddling, being much more overprotective than he was before.
“Was your combination that bad?” Hiroshi asked in a satisfied voice.
“What? Our combi? Oh, no, it was pretty good. It’s just that Seigaku was better, in the end.” But Mizuki wasn’t bad at all. He let a smile show again on his face, just barely there.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi returned to his frazzled state and started playing with the blanket. “But he was a good player?”
“Yes.”
“Better than you?” It seemed very important to Hiroshi, for some reason. Takahisa looked at him with affection. So obvious. It was quite adorable, really.
“I don’t think so.” He answered truthfully.
“Better than me?”
He didn’t even need to think before answering, no matter what his real opinion was. “Definitely.”
Hiroshi seemed to consider this for a while.
Takahisa leaned closer to him. “I wouldn’t mind you being Mizuki from time to time, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
Hiroshi jumped back and reddened. “That’s not what I was thinking,” he stuttered.
“It’s okay, really. I wouldn’t mind.” Takahisa smirked and imagined that sly smile, the shining eyes. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Hiroshi gave him an annoyed look. “That’s what you were going for from the beginning, wasn’t it?”
Takahisa’s grin widened. “I thought you liked it,” he chuckled.
Hiroshi pouted. “You’re not getting any tonight.” He turned to face the other side of the bed.
“Silly.” Takahisa extended his hand and pulled him back into his grasp. “Come here.”
“It’s not like I know him well enough anyway,” Hiroshi mumbled, still a little angry, but he allowed himself to be held. After a while, in which he seemed to be contemplating a great and mysterious question, he asked: “Would you let that Mizuki guy top?”
Takahisa shoved him out of the bed.
~~~
Comments are very much appreciated.
1.
Title: Role Playing
Author:
kai882
Pairing: Kajimoto/Wakato
Rating: PG-15? If anyone knows, please tell me.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own PoT.
They were lying on the bed, Takahisa reading a book, and Hiroshi being bored.
“Do you think coach Hanamura will ever forgive Seigaku for our loss?” He tried to open a conversation.
Takahisa barely raised his eyes from the page he was reading. “Probably not.”
He snuggled closer to his captain and tried again. “What do you imagine Shinjyou is doing now?”
This earned him an angry stare from said Shinjyou’s best friend. “Training, I guess.” And eyes back to the book it was.
This wasn’t working. Time for a “CHANGE OVER!” He yelled enthusiastically.
Takahisa laid the book down and rolled his eyes. “You know this isn’t gonna work.”
Hiroshi flattered his eyelashes at him. “And why not, exactly?” he skated his finger down the captain’s cheek, “Sweetheart?”
Kajimoto didn’t seem impressed. “Why don’t you go and bother some of those fangirls of yours? I’m sure some are waiting outside your quarters.”
“Don’t wanna be with them,” He kissed him coyly on the mouth and slid his hand under his shirt. “Wanna be with you.”
“Mmm.” Takahisa still didn’t seem too interested. “I wonder.”
He started moving his hand in circles, going lower and lower and watching with growing interest the way his captain’s breath became uneven.
“I could change again, you know,” he breathed softly into his captain’s ear. “I could be anyone you want me to.”
“Go on,” Takahisa half choked, his eyes nearly closed.
“I could be that schoolgirl again,” he rained tiny kisses on Takahisa’s shoulder blade.
Takahisa moaned.
Hiroshi smiled. And decided to take another step. Tonight, surely, tonight it would work.
“Or…” he lowered his voice even more, making his touches light as feather and lingering just a little bit too long. “You could be that schoolgirl this time, and I can be your teacher. Or your tennis coach, maybe.”
Takahisa went rigid. And then shook his head. “Hiroshi?” His voice wasn’t so strangled anymore, for some reason.
“What?”
“No chance.” He gently shook off Wakato’s hands and reached back for his book.
Hiroshi sighed. One day, he thought. More than tennis, more than everything, this was what he was aiming for. Surely, one day he would find the perfect form. The perfect character. And then he would finally, finally get to top.
~~~
2.
Title: Jealousy
Author:
kai882
Pairing: Kajimoto/Wakato
Rating: PG-15 again? It's not really dirty, there's just... innuendo.
Disclaimer: PoT. Not. Mine. Boohoo.
A/N: This takes place right after the episode Kajimoto and Mizuki played together doubles.
Takahisa was lying in his bed, replaying today’s match in his head, when Hiroshi walked in at his usual hour.
“So, what’d you do today?” Wakato jumped onto the bed, disturbing the silent captain from his pondering.
“Played a match,” he shifted slightly to allow Hiroshi to slide beside him and nestle closer.
“Oh?” Hiroshi’s voice sounded unnaturally neutral. “Did you win?”
Takahisa smiled slightly. “No, we lost.”
Hiroshi froze in his place, looked at him questionably, and then slightly rose back to sitting. “We? You played doubles?”
“Hmm. Yes. Against that Momoshiro from Seigaku, and that snake-guy you played. Kaidoh.” He avoided looking at Hiroshi’s eyes and inwardly chuckled to himself.
Hiroshi pulled his face for a second. “So you lost to that guy too.”
“Yes.” And then, since a jealous Wakato was really a sight, he added: “we weren’t good enough, apparently.”
Hiroshi remained silent for a very long time. Takahisa resumed his staring at the ceiling.
“Who did you play with?” Hiroshi finally asked, and Takahisa couldn’t help but smirk.
“Oh, just this guy,” he answered innocently, and almost as an afterthought added: “Mizuki something, from St. Rudolph.”
“Mizuki?” Hiroshi’s tone remained calm. “That St. Rudolph regular?”
“Yeah.”
“And you lost.” Wakato seemed especially pleased with that, Takahisa noted to himself amusedly.
“Yes. Those Seigaku guys are a bit unnerving sometimes, did you notice?” He pretended he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary when Hiroshi resumed his previous cuddling, being much more overprotective than he was before.
“Was your combination that bad?” Hiroshi asked in a satisfied voice.
“What? Our combi? Oh, no, it was pretty good. It’s just that Seigaku was better, in the end.” But Mizuki wasn’t bad at all. He let a smile show again on his face, just barely there.
Meanwhile, Hiroshi returned to his frazzled state and started playing with the blanket. “But he was a good player?”
“Yes.”
“Better than you?” It seemed very important to Hiroshi, for some reason. Takahisa looked at him with affection. So obvious. It was quite adorable, really.
“I don’t think so.” He answered truthfully.
“Better than me?”
He didn’t even need to think before answering, no matter what his real opinion was. “Definitely.”
Hiroshi seemed to consider this for a while.
Takahisa leaned closer to him. “I wouldn’t mind you being Mizuki from time to time, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
Hiroshi jumped back and reddened. “That’s not what I was thinking,” he stuttered.
“It’s okay, really. I wouldn’t mind.” Takahisa smirked and imagined that sly smile, the shining eyes. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Hiroshi gave him an annoyed look. “That’s what you were going for from the beginning, wasn’t it?”
Takahisa’s grin widened. “I thought you liked it,” he chuckled.
Hiroshi pouted. “You’re not getting any tonight.” He turned to face the other side of the bed.
“Silly.” Takahisa extended his hand and pulled him back into his grasp. “Come here.”
“It’s not like I know him well enough anyway,” Hiroshi mumbled, still a little angry, but he allowed himself to be held. After a while, in which he seemed to be contemplating a great and mysterious question, he asked: “Would you let that Mizuki guy top?”
Takahisa shoved him out of the bed.
~~~
Comments are very much appreciated.