FIC: WHEN TEENAGE TENNIS PLAYERS PLAY "TRUTH OR DARE?" - CHAPTER FOUR
Title:When Teenage Tennis Player Play "Truth Or Dare?" - Chapter Four
Author: Mee-chan! (hehe it's a nickname)
Fandom: Prince Of Tennis
Pairings: Tezuka/Atobe. Shishido/Choutarou. Various others.
Rating: (Hard) R I guess...
Word Count: 2614
Disclaimer: Prince Of Tennis = Not Mine.
Notes: The chapter everyone is pretty excited about reading, I'm excited about posting it. Has two of my favorite pairings...umm it's insane and fun and I love it. However some of the characters might be OOC, just to make the story move along. At least I think so anyway. Hope you guys like it though!
Summary: Atobe in his underwear + Tezuka + lap dance + drunken horny boys = ...
When Teenage Tennis Players Play “Truth or Dare”
Chapter Four: The Temptation Of The Lap Dance
The moment Jiroh said “Tezuka” and “lap dance” a loud din erupted in the room. Some people were gasping from the surprise of such an intense dare between two people such as Tezuka and Atobe. Some were laughing and some were cheering them on to get it on.
Atobe was pleased. Beyond pleased actually. His eyes had lit up and he grinned. He’d remember to thank Jiroh for this later.
Tezuka on the other hand; had daggers for eyes and had sat up straighter in his spot. He inhaled deeply and glanced over at Atobe. He wasn’t expecting something like this at all. Although Tezuka was re-thinking that maybe he should have expected it.
He remained in his normal polite, stoic and commanding aura nonetheless. Tezuka wasn’t about to let something as ridiculous as a lap dance get to him.
Atobe had better make this quick. I cannot and will not give in to this, this…temptation. He means nothing more to me than just another tennis player who is just very talented. No, nothing more than just another tennis player. Nothing. NOTHING.
Tezuka re-played those thoughts over and over in his head while the others were getting more and more rowdy over “the lap dance” that was soon to come.
“Oh this going to be so good!” yelled out a drunk Eiji.
“Yeah! This is a good dare,” agreed a trying-hard-not-to-laugh Oishi.
“Well, come on Tezuka, get on with it,” said a snickering Momo.
“Hey buchou!” Ryoma called out to Tezuka who was still trying to look stoic. Tezuka turned his head at Ryoma. “Have fun!” and Ryoma grinned at him.
Atobe was already stripped down to nothing but his boxers which were white with sparkly blue stripes down them. They were skin tight and on the sparkly blue waistband; it said Atobe Keigo on it.
A couple of wolf whistles from Gakuto and Oshitaru made Atobe smirk at everyone in the circle. Atobe in his underwear was usually a pleasant sight to most people. Even though his team had fully seen him in his underwear more times than he wished to count. But seeing Atobe standing in the dimming light of Eiji’s living room made it all the more pleasant and interesting.
More or less it was a new sight for those who hadn’t seen Atobe in his underwear before; mainly Tezuka.
Jiroh had gotten a chair from the side of the room and placed it where Atobe was standing. He motioned to the still-stoic looking Tezuka.
The sandy haired captain stood up, unwillingly. All eyes followed his movements toward Atobe and toward temptation.
As Tezuka passed by Jiroh who was grinning madly, he gave him a death glare. Atobe was still grinning.
“Are you ready Tezuka-kun?”
At that moment Momo, Tachibana, Oishi and Eiji burst out in drunken laughter. Tezuka glanced back at them. They attempted to stifle their laughs, knowing on Monday; Tezuka was going to make them run a million laps for this. That is if Tezuka even remembered this.
But nobody could guarantee that for sure.
“Well? I don’t have all night,” said an impatient but amused Atobe.
“Yes,” said Tezuka and he said down. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair.
Atobe was about to start the dance when a voice stopped them.
“Wait, we should have music to this. To get the proper mood.” It was Inui’s voice. The crowd burst into laughter again.
“There’s about an eighty percent chance that Tezuka would enjoy a lap dance more if there was music playing. Eiji, do you have anything on hand?”
Eiji got up and riffled through the CDs sitting next to the stereo. He picked up a CD.
“Yep! And I have the perfect CD too.” He grinned as he turned the stereo on and put the CD in. Switching to the “perfect song” Eiji turned up the volume.
The song that pumped out of the stereo was Christina Aguilera’s “Dirrty.”
The group of drunk boys fell into laughter again, some of them even dropped onto their backs from laughing so hard. When Atobe began to wiggle his ass back and forth to the beat, the crowd laughed even harder.
Tezuka sat up in the armchair trying hard to hide his amusement and the increasing arousal in his pants. He knew he was definitely going to enjoy the lap dance even more with such a song playing. “Dirrty” was one of his favorite songs, but nobody knew this.
Atobe began to dance along to the music, around the chair and in front of Tezuka. This gave the stoned faced Tezuka a full view of Atobe’s boxer-clad ass. Then the boxer-clad Atobe bent down onto the other buchou and caressed his slightly out spread legs. It made Tezuka shiver and Atobe grin with satisfaction.
The circle of boys surrounding them were enjoying the scene even more and were whooping and cheering at them. It made Tezuka blush, something he rarely did.
Atobe had dipped down in front of Tezuka, twisting his back. He stood up. Going behind the chair, he hopped over the top of it and landed across Tezuka’s lap. This made Tezuka feel movement in his nether regions.
Grinding his ass into Tezuka’s lap, Atobe playfully twirled the other boy’s sandy colored hair. Licking his lips in a seductive manner made the drunken circle scream out in laughter and cheers. He did it again.
Tezuka didn’t even try to hide it anymore. It was obvious that he was enjoying this very much. He didn’t mind Atobe playing with his hair and grinding himself into him. It felt good. Really good.
But maybe that was the alcohol content in his system telling him it was good. Tezuka wasn’t about to find out if this was true though. The song was about to end and Atobe was bound to finish this in a big, elaborate way.
“Oh man! This is hot! I want a lap dance now!” yelled out Gakuto who was leaning against Oshitari. Both were watching their captain perform the lap dance, not removing their eyes for a second.
Atobe ignored his teammate and knowing the song was going to end, straddled over Tezuka‘s thighs. This received cheers and grins from his friends.
Atobe could feel Tezuka’s arousal brushing at his thin sparkly boxers. It made him shiver. He bit back a moan as Atobe ran his palms across Tezuka’s warm cheeks and over his pink lips.
Then he bent backwards off of the other buchou’s lap. Then sprang forward again and grabbed Tezuka’s cheek and pulled the other boy‘s head closer to his own. With one finger under the other boy’s chin, Atobe placed his lips firmly onto Tezuka’s and closed his eyes.
The entire circle gasped and their jaws dropped as the two buchous’ lips touched one another’s.
When Atobe pulled his lips away and opened his eyes, he looked intensely into Tezuka’s eyes, which looked softer and more lustful than from before. Still holding Tezuka’s chin with his finger whispered breathily into his ear, “I just want you to know that I’ve always wanted to do that. Tezuka Kunimitsu.”
Everyone knew Atobe was dead serious when he didn’t use “ore-sama” to refer to himself. Especially Tezuka, who knew Atobe was expecting a reaction to what had just occurred.
So he glanced down for a second and then leaned forward and kissed Atobe on the mouth, very hard.
The people before them were still in shock of what had just happened. Most of them were speechless and then some, like Ryoma, were quite amused. Resisting not to say something yet, Ryoma just sipped on his spiked grape Ponta. He wasn’t going to ruin the moment.
Atobe kissed back fiercely and Tezuka gripped onto Atobe’s hips to steady him. A tongue poked at Atobe’s lips and he opened his mouth and the tongue probed inside. Atobe fought back Tezuka’s tongue with his own and the two became intertwined. This caused Atobe to moan into Tezuka’s mouth, making their lips vibrate.
Everyone was watching as the two buchous made out right before their very eyes, it made a few of them twitch as they became increasingly horny.
Things were getting hot and bothered and there were still people in the circle who hadn’t had their turns yet.
“Is it wrong that I think this is kind of hot?” asked the almost-naked and turned on Fuji to an equally turned on Eiji.
“Nyah. I think this is the hottest thing to happen all night,” answered Eiji who’d gotten up and flipped off the stereo, still watching the pair make out in the chair.
The circle had grown quiet, so all you could hear were Atobe and Tezuka kissing passionately. Their lips smacking together and their tongues moving fiercely.
This went on for about five more minutes, in which Tezuka had removed his hands from Atobe’s hips and was digging his nails into his partner’s back. While Atobe was gripping onto the back of Tezuka’s shirt with one hand and the other hand was feeling around his crotch.
The pair had been moaning with satisfaction and lust, it was all so fast and so hot. Almost too much to handle, if they didn’t take it further. And they needed to do that fast.
And all the rest of them watching sat in silence as the passionate scene before them played. Eventually someone would be forced to break them up before they both got naked and things got serious.
Another five minutes had passed before Ryoma, not being able to watch anymore, broke the silence.
“Hey buchou, I think you and the monkey king need to get a room.”
Giggles and snickers followed this sudden comment.
Ryoma was already horny from watching the pair and would make out with next person that said something to him. However, Ryoma resisted this urge.
A chorus of agreement rang through the room and everyone stared at Atobe and Tezuka who were still making out. The pair eventually pulled apart for about a second, reading each other’s expressions before Atobe jumped off top of Tezuka and grabbed his clothes from the floor.
Tezuka stood up and glanced at Eiji, “Eiji, where can we-”
“Upstairs, first room on the right,” replied Eiji, who was smirking.
Racing up the stairs at each other’s heels, they disappeared in the upstairs hallway and everyone heard a door slammed shut. Cheers rang out in amusement.
Everyone in the circle glanced at one another. They hadn’t even gotten around to everyone and two people had already left. Some were still cheering and “Ooo”ing.
Shishido finally said, “Well, now what? After Atobe it was my turn,” he looked a bit sad.
Eiji cleared his throat, “Yes, then we’ll just start with you, Shishido-san. You’ll ask Ootori-san and we’ll continue on from there. On the next round you’ll go twice though, Jiroh will be the one who asks you since Atobe is gone. Okay?”
Shishido nodded. It didn‘t matter if they got to his turn or not. He was more occupied in figuring out how Choutarou and him could be alone and away from everyone.
For those who didn’t go to Hyotei, it would be news for them that: Shishido Ryo and Ootori Choutarou were much more than doubles partners and best friends. They were lovers. Originally tonight Choutarou and him were supposed to hanging out and then “doing stuff” a bit later on.
This plan was quickly down the hole when Atobe called them up and told them he was heading to a party. He was in need of booze and that was the ticket to get in to the party. So Shishido being the nice guy that he is, brought all the booze he had in his house and dragged Choutarou along to go meet Atobe.
When they found out they were going to a party at a Seigaku regulars’ house, Shishido protested. But was forced to give in after Choutarou said he didn’t mind at all going to a party.
“We’ll find a way to be alone, I promise,” Choutarou had whispered in Shishido’s ear.
So now here they all were playing a game of “truth or dare?” and Atobe was gone. Shishido thought he might have a shot at getting to be alone with Choutarou now.
Eiji continued, “Before we start again, does anybody else want to leave? Or need anymore to drink?”
Mostly everyone shook their heads at leaving and getting more to drink. And why would anyone leave now? Things were getting really good and nobody was going to miss anything.
It was only Kamio and Momo who needed more to drink so they trooped over to the wet bar and filled their cups up.
A few people were well at their drinking limits and if they drank anymore, they’d pass out and miss out on all the fun.
When Kamio and Momo returned they started again.
“Shishido-san, it’s your turn.”
Shishido had been anxiously waiting for his turn to come. He knew he couldn’t top Atobe’s dare but he could try. He was going for something un-lame of course. But then he didn’t know what Choutarou would pick. He was hoping for a dare though.
Then he realized this was the perfect opportunity to get away with Choutarou. All he needed was for his lover to ask for a ‘dare.’
“Truth or dare, Choutarou?” he asked the younger boy.
The silver haired boy fingered the cross around his neck and then looked at Shishido.
“Dare,” he said smiling.
“I dare you to…kiss me,” said Shishido, as if asking for a challenge at it. Some people rolled their eyes in amusement. Most were smirking or telling them to do it already.
Another well known fact about Shishido and Choutarou was that once one of them got hot and horny, there was no turning back. A mere kiss on the lips was practically all it took for the two to be fucking each others’ brains out in fifteen minutes time.
It wasn’t surprising if you caught the pair after practice in the showers together, hearing the sounds of hard fucking bouncing off the tile walls. Most of the other boys ignored it and tried not to listen their noises, but it was kind of hard not too. Considering they did it almost everyday they had tennis practice.
Choutarou shrugged slightly and turned toward Shishido and kissed him on the lips, plunging his tongue inside his lover’s mouth. They closed their eyes and everyone watched them kiss harder and harder.
Shishido leaned backwards onto the floor and Choutarou climbed on top of him, in between the other boy’s knees, kissing him harder. Shishido propped himself up on his elbows and he felt two strong arms snake around his waist.
After a minute, Shishido dropped his elbows and both boys fell onto the floor. Maneuvering his hands down to Choutarou’s chest, he tried lifting up his shirt, but ended up just playing around with the material.
They continued to make out furiously. This was all it took for both boys to decide they needed to finish this someplace else.
The drunken crowd watched in horny amazement as the two boys before them made out passionately.
“Hey, this is pretty hot,” said a horny-drunk Ryoma to a horny-drunk Momo. “I wish it was my turn.”
Momo nodded back, not taking his eyes off the pair, “Me too.”
Choutarou and Shishido stopped kissing for about ten seconds to flip their heads toward Eiji.
“Upstairs, first room on the left,” Eiji shrugged at them.
The pair bolted up the stairs, another door was slammed shut. More amused cheers came from the circle.
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