What a Sweet Nightmare (Prince of Tennis, Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto, #11)
Title: What a Sweet Nightmare
Author/Artist: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto
Fandom: Prince of Tennis (Tenipuri)
Theme: #11.gardenia
Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, all of the tennis players are gay and spend most of their time making out in the tennis court.
Dedicated to: hyatt_ayanami
Beta: The very much love, atax0ph0bic
Summary: Jiroh was not in the mood for anything (even if he has to compete with one of the most exciting tennis players out there) except a nap. However, by some miracle, Gakuto just had the thing to make the world a better place for Jiroh. Sounds cliché. A kiss? Meh…
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Jiroh sniffed - something was in the air. Yep, there was something in the air. No, it was not something unpleasant or sickening. Neither was it sweet or pleasing. He scratched his light-haired and let out a loud yawn. He just woke up from his history class… a rather boring class which he used as his nap time. Koyuki-sensei seemed to have gotten used with his trait.
He stretched and let out another yawn, managing to hide it behind his right hand palm. His left arm was still dangling in the air. Though he loved sleeping to the fullest for tennis, he knew that even today was not the day for him to be fully energized. After all, it was not only for tennis but also for one particular red-headed, hot-headed, or anything that has the similar meaning with red. He still need more sleep.
He would kiss anyone; even Kabaji would just to give him the sign ‘sleep, Jiroh, just go to sleep’ during tennis practice later. Oh, he would kiss Gakuto to death if he wanted to. All the blame pointed to none other than the only red-haired in the tennis team, Mukahi Gakuto.
It was fortunate and unfortunate at the same time. Fortunately, it was Gakuto who called Jiroh (or else he would have ignored it), and unfortunately, Jiroh was sleeping in that time and the time was freaking 10 P.M.! Who on earth had the audacity to call another human being at 10pm!? He was forced to stay awake for the next hour, and after Gakuto finished done talking to him over the phone, Jiroh faced his worst nightmare...
… which resulted in insomnia for another one hour.
“JIROH!”
The light-haired boy slowed down his pace. He knew that voice and waited for that person to catch up with him.
Something rang in his head. The smell in the air - it was getting stronger and stronger as if… as if… as if…
The smell was just right beside him.
Jiroh stumped to his ground and turned exactly ninety degrees. “Gardenia!”
Gakuto let out a loud sigh. “Ooo… please do not even start with it!”
Jiroh shook his head but held his sharp gaze towards Gakuto. All thoughts of having quite a desperate nap, giving kisses to people that he never thought of before (such as Kabaji), and reminiscing of last night suddenly left the realm of his head.
“I mean it, it’s Gardenia!”
Gakuto glared at the boy in front of him. “Oh no, you’re acting like my mum. Next thing I know, you’ll be musing about your childhood.”
Jiroh tilted his head, puzzled as to what Gakuto had meant. “Why do you say that?”
“Apparently, after smelling this - whatever you call it - on me, she started to blah… blah… blah… about her childhood. I swear, I’m never going to stay too long at my aunt’s place again. This is the smell of her place. I never knew what it was.”
Jiroh just nodded his head few times before he continued to stare at Gakuto in the middle of the hallway. Somehow, Jiroh could not keep his mind from wandering to the days when he was so young and sleeping was not included in his routine. Before his mother became a full housewife, she used to work in this one place and every time she came back from work, this smell filled the house. Jiroh could not remember why he called it Gardenia.
Gardenia.
It was such a nostalgic moment - in his case, anyways.
“Ne, Jiroh, are you alright? You looked a bit tired. Did you sleep well last night? Did you take any naps in class?”
“You called me at 10 p.m. when I happened to be already asleep, but since I still had the decency to not ignore you, I forced myself to stay awake.” Jiroh sighed. “Then, after you hung-up, I had a nightmare.”
“Really!? What nightmare do you have? Did you dream of a ghost chasing you? Uwahh!!! I hate nightmares!”
Jiroh grinned at Gakuto’s childishness.
“Nah, just forget it. Beside, I don’t feel like taking a nap right now.”
Jiroh pulled Gakuto closed to his body before wrapping both his arms around the redhead. Gakuto was blushing furiously. “Ji- Jiroh! What are you doing? We’re in the hallway, idiot!”
“I’m giving you your reward,” Jiroh replied with a sweet petite smiled on his face. His eyes were shining brightly, causing Gakuto to stare in admiration and awe.
Two pairs of lips leaned to close the gap between them. Gakuto let himself be pressed closely to the other’s body, his hand caressing Jiroh’s soft cheeks. His babyish fat was still intactbut were loosening as days passed. His other hand encircled the other boy’s neck. Jiroh licked Gakuto’s bottom lip and continued to explore inside the hot cavern, and Jiroh realised that it even tasted a little bit like…
Gardenia.
Gakuto’s tongue mingled with Jiroh’s, and they continued to taste each other, licking and biting. Soft moans escaped both of them, and they lingered in each other’s mouth for so long, they did not realize they had attracted quite a large audience.
Ohtori and Shishido blushed madly as they kept watching the scene enfolding in front of them. Atobe, who just arrived at the scene, froze to his spot and just watched. Kabaji, who stood next to Atobe, did not even twitch or blush or anything… he just… well, stood stationary to his place.
A few seconds later, Oshitari arrived and was puzzled at his team mates until he found the source that made them show such a flabbergasted and befuddled look. He sighed. Boys these days… don’t they ever learn the word modesty, especially in public places?
Oshitari shouted at Jiroh and Gakuto, “Oi, you guys, get a room!”
OWARI
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY BELOVED BETA atax0ph0bic! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Done in one day and today I’m so tired. Plus, I had a fight with my mum. Sigh… teenagers’ life sucks sometimes. Anyway, I really like the ending but somewhere in the middle of this fic, I don’t quite like it. Too much Gardenia I think. ::laughs::
Atsu Tenshi
Author/Artist: milky_haven aka Atsu Tenshi
Pairing: Akutagawa Jiroh / Mukahi Gakuto
Fandom: Prince of Tennis (Tenipuri)
Theme: #11.gardenia
Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, all of the tennis players are gay and spend most of their time making out in the tennis court.
Dedicated to: hyatt_ayanami
Beta: The very much love, atax0ph0bic
Summary: Jiroh was not in the mood for anything (even if he has to compete with one of the most exciting tennis players out there) except a nap. However, by some miracle, Gakuto just had the thing to make the world a better place for Jiroh. Sounds cliché. A kiss? Meh…
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Jiroh sniffed - something was in the air. Yep, there was something in the air. No, it was not something unpleasant or sickening. Neither was it sweet or pleasing. He scratched his light-haired and let out a loud yawn. He just woke up from his history class… a rather boring class which he used as his nap time. Koyuki-sensei seemed to have gotten used with his trait.
He stretched and let out another yawn, managing to hide it behind his right hand palm. His left arm was still dangling in the air. Though he loved sleeping to the fullest for tennis, he knew that even today was not the day for him to be fully energized. After all, it was not only for tennis but also for one particular red-headed, hot-headed, or anything that has the similar meaning with red. He still need more sleep.
He would kiss anyone; even Kabaji would just to give him the sign ‘sleep, Jiroh, just go to sleep’ during tennis practice later. Oh, he would kiss Gakuto to death if he wanted to. All the blame pointed to none other than the only red-haired in the tennis team, Mukahi Gakuto.
It was fortunate and unfortunate at the same time. Fortunately, it was Gakuto who called Jiroh (or else he would have ignored it), and unfortunately, Jiroh was sleeping in that time and the time was freaking 10 P.M.! Who on earth had the audacity to call another human being at 10pm!? He was forced to stay awake for the next hour, and after Gakuto finished done talking to him over the phone, Jiroh faced his worst nightmare...
… which resulted in insomnia for another one hour.
“JIROH!”
The light-haired boy slowed down his pace. He knew that voice and waited for that person to catch up with him.
Something rang in his head. The smell in the air - it was getting stronger and stronger as if… as if… as if…
The smell was just right beside him.
Jiroh stumped to his ground and turned exactly ninety degrees. “Gardenia!”
Gakuto let out a loud sigh. “Ooo… please do not even start with it!”
Jiroh shook his head but held his sharp gaze towards Gakuto. All thoughts of having quite a desperate nap, giving kisses to people that he never thought of before (such as Kabaji), and reminiscing of last night suddenly left the realm of his head.
“I mean it, it’s Gardenia!”
Gakuto glared at the boy in front of him. “Oh no, you’re acting like my mum. Next thing I know, you’ll be musing about your childhood.”
Jiroh tilted his head, puzzled as to what Gakuto had meant. “Why do you say that?”
“Apparently, after smelling this - whatever you call it - on me, she started to blah… blah… blah… about her childhood. I swear, I’m never going to stay too long at my aunt’s place again. This is the smell of her place. I never knew what it was.”
Jiroh just nodded his head few times before he continued to stare at Gakuto in the middle of the hallway. Somehow, Jiroh could not keep his mind from wandering to the days when he was so young and sleeping was not included in his routine. Before his mother became a full housewife, she used to work in this one place and every time she came back from work, this smell filled the house. Jiroh could not remember why he called it Gardenia.
Gardenia.
It was such a nostalgic moment - in his case, anyways.
“Ne, Jiroh, are you alright? You looked a bit tired. Did you sleep well last night? Did you take any naps in class?”
“You called me at 10 p.m. when I happened to be already asleep, but since I still had the decency to not ignore you, I forced myself to stay awake.” Jiroh sighed. “Then, after you hung-up, I had a nightmare.”
“Really!? What nightmare do you have? Did you dream of a ghost chasing you? Uwahh!!! I hate nightmares!”
Jiroh grinned at Gakuto’s childishness.
“Nah, just forget it. Beside, I don’t feel like taking a nap right now.”
Jiroh pulled Gakuto closed to his body before wrapping both his arms around the redhead. Gakuto was blushing furiously. “Ji- Jiroh! What are you doing? We’re in the hallway, idiot!”
“I’m giving you your reward,” Jiroh replied with a sweet petite smiled on his face. His eyes were shining brightly, causing Gakuto to stare in admiration and awe.
Two pairs of lips leaned to close the gap between them. Gakuto let himself be pressed closely to the other’s body, his hand caressing Jiroh’s soft cheeks. His babyish fat was still intactbut were loosening as days passed. His other hand encircled the other boy’s neck. Jiroh licked Gakuto’s bottom lip and continued to explore inside the hot cavern, and Jiroh realised that it even tasted a little bit like…
Gardenia.
Gakuto’s tongue mingled with Jiroh’s, and they continued to taste each other, licking and biting. Soft moans escaped both of them, and they lingered in each other’s mouth for so long, they did not realize they had attracted quite a large audience.
Ohtori and Shishido blushed madly as they kept watching the scene enfolding in front of them. Atobe, who just arrived at the scene, froze to his spot and just watched. Kabaji, who stood next to Atobe, did not even twitch or blush or anything… he just… well, stood stationary to his place.
A few seconds later, Oshitari arrived and was puzzled at his team mates until he found the source that made them show such a flabbergasted and befuddled look. He sighed. Boys these days… don’t they ever learn the word modesty, especially in public places?
Oshitari shouted at Jiroh and Gakuto, “Oi, you guys, get a room!”
OWARI
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO MY BELOVED BETA atax0ph0bic! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! Done in one day and today I’m so tired. Plus, I had a fight with my mum. Sigh… teenagers’ life sucks sometimes. Anyway, I really like the ending but somewhere in the middle of this fic, I don’t quite like it. Too much Gardenia I think. ::laughs::
Atsu Tenshi