RP log, Shishido and Ohtori
Who: Fail pair
What: Completely avoid a hot sex scene
When: Last night 12/1
Where: Shishido's room
Warnings: None :/ Dorky silver pair are dorks. I think they're dating, but I...actually have no idea what they're up to.
Not even a few minutes passed before Ohtori was heading over to Shishido's house, fully intent on apologizing in person. It wasn't enough to just say he was sorry online -- the fact that Shishido had broken up with Jackal ...was a shock. Eight months was a long time, and Ohtori could only imagine how bad his friend was feeling. The idea of liquor to ease the pain didn't seem as appealing any more, but Ohtori did have a pint of ice cream, two spoons, and the Star Wars trilogy -- hoping it was enough of a peace offering that he wouldn't be sent right back away. He parked his bike in the same spot it had been the other night, propping it up with the kickstand before heading up the few steps to Shishido's door. Ohtori swallowed dryly, his bag resting heavily over his shoulder.
Shishido was zoned out in front of a computer game. It was Zombie Warriors IV, and he was pwning all. Zombie guts splattered left and right, and if Shishido did it just right he could almost feel the guts splatter his chest. It was so intensely gratifying that he didn't hear his mother knock, or see who entered the room. He looked like shit, too.
Ohtori took a moment to glance at the game that Shishido was playing, wincing slightly at the almost realistic guts splattering the screen. Finally stepping into the room a little more, Ohtori set his bag down, sitting on the bed next to his doubles partner. "...Hey." Shishido looked terrible, and for a moment Ohtori thought that he probably should have called first.
"Fuck." Shishido froze. Then he turned. "Hi." He got up and advanced toward Ohtori feeling a sudden jolt of heat in his gut that made him feel like a fucking retard. He rubbed his puffy red eyes and just stared. "...I'd say 'what's up?' but I bet you're here to make me feel better."
Ohtori felt rather awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, his heart leaping into his throat as he stared at his senpai. "I was kinda planning on it." His mouth felt dry, words sounding wooden and unsure. ...Right. He was supposed to make everything better. "Do you want to talk about it?" He said simply, not expecting to get anything out of his friend, moving in a little closer, settling his arm around his partner.
Shishido got hard. He flushed, glad he was in his pajamas, and gripped Ohtori by the collar. "...No." He said. If there was an optimal time and place to fuck someone, it was not this. He fought for some control, but the emotions were too strong at the moment, and he simply put his forehead against Ohtori's chest, shaking. It was...tough. To feel this much...stuff for someone and...have everything go to shit because of it.
"Fine." Ohtori let the smaller man grip his collar, voice quiet. There was nothing stopping them, now. Jackal was no longer there, and there was nothing stopping Ohtori from what he was about to do next. Ohtori tightened the arm around Shishido, gripping his partner's shirt so hard that he could feel the threads stretch in his hands, Ohtori's hand coming up to thread through Shishido's hair. Not so gently, Ohtori tilted Shishido's head back, settling a heated, hungry gaze on his doubles partner before surging forward, a torrent of unresolved want and a downright need, kissing Shishido so hard that he could nearly hear their teeth click as he pushed his tongue inside, drinking him in, meshing and melding their mouths together.
Shishido felt Ohtori's need catch him and flow through him, and he felt tears gather in his eyes. He gave a very unsexy snort in the middle of the kiss and broke away to go get a tissue, huddling over his desk for a moment to blow his nose. Then he sank to his heels. "...You know? I can't. I think I feel too much for you. To. ...Do it." He would've crawled under his desk and died right about then, and hid behind his hair instead.
Ohtori let him go with a heavy heart, not even sure he knew what was going on between them anymore. He bit his lip, unsure and overwhelmed with sensation, staring at Shishido from his spot on the bed. Glancing away for a moment, Shishido's words hitting him like bricks, Ohtori rifled through his bag for a few things before he crept over to his doubles partner. "It's okay," Ohtori smiled and brushed back the tangled curtain of hair behind one ear, the curl of his lips not quite reaching his eyes as he handed over the ice cream and a spoon, the peace offering he'd brought just in case. "It's gonna melt, soon. If you don't want it, I'll put it in your fridge for you." He sat back on his legs, leaning back to grab the DVDs also. "Do you wanna watch this?"
"Date someone," Shishido said. "Please." He set the ice cream down. "I ... I didn't break up to fuck you. I broke up because I ... shouldn't ... " Feel something like this for someone else and ... "Yeah, maybe it's too soon to hang out with me." He sighed, giving Ohtori his best senpai says everything's fine smile. "We're in this for another twenty years, right? After the hormones die down it'll just be partners." ...Right?
"I don't want to." Ohtori said softly, putting the DVDs on top of the ice cream, eyes lowering. "It's okay, Shishido-san." He pushed everything aside, unsure of whether or not to hug his senpai, unsure if that was crossing the lines. "I'm...not going anywhere?" Ohtori stood finally, lifting up, gaze unfocused as he met the smile with an empty one of his own. "Yeah. Partners, twenty years, at least -- um." His eyes lowered again, pulling his bag up and over his shoulder. "I... should go." He said lamely, glancing towards the door.
"Wait wait. Sit. What'd you bring me? ...This is getting like a soap opera." Shishido smiled again. Felt better, took a deep breath. "Oh hey. ...Star Wars. Can we still watch this together?"
"Yeah." Ohtori grinned. "I kinda planned on that anyway." This -- was better, Ohtori's tension easing out of him as he sat back down onto Shishido's bed, exhaling slowly. Maybe Ohtori did need to get out -- date other people. He'd never been like this, before... "I brought the three original. I figured you could pick your favorite."
"Empire," Shishido said promptly, and stuck it in. He sat a bit of a distance from Ohtori and flipped on the DVD. He felt things click in his head, too -- maybe a bit of healing. "You...really are a sly bastard," he pondered. "Do you try that shit on all the guys you hang out with?" He poked Ohtori in the spot he knew was ticklish.
Ohtori's attention was elsewhere, mostly on the red thread in his socks, staring at them intently when Shishido's poke caused him to squirm. "Huh?" He asked, unsure of what his friend had said, blinking twice. "I don't even know what you're talking about." Despite that, his grin widened exponentially, wiggling out of the way. "Maybe once or twice? I don't really remember."
Shishido shoved Ohtori's shoulder, pushing him over. He applied his fingers to the tickle spot. "You suck. Honestly. I dunno why I fell for the innocent act for so long." Shishido grinned. Ahhh. It was nice to get Ohtori back. "I can't do without you as my best friend, you fucker. Don't hit on me again."
Ohtori grinned a little, prodding Shishido in the stomach in response, feeling quite a bit more at ease, despite the fact that they were no better off than they were before. "Would you -- " He pushed his friend back over, using his larger weight as a positive, grinning. "I'll try not to, Shishido-san." He searched for a ticklish spot on Shishido as well, revenge for the previous tickling. "We're missing the movie."
Shishido squirmed around. "Respect your senpai," he said severely, flailing. Goddamnit. "Normally," he said, staring up, "I'd get turned on by someone pinning me. But I know you're out for a quick fuck, you damned wolf. Now get off me." He shoved again, and then caught Ohtori into a snuggle. "Idiot. I wanna be around for longer than a fuck."
"Is that what you think of me, Shishido-senpai?" Ohtori leaned against the wall, head hitting it gracefully as Shishido shoved him off of him. "We've done that kinda stuff before." He mumbled. "And we're still friends." Not that he was making excuses -- Ohtori sat up again, prodding Shishido in the shoulder. "So, when are you and Jackal getting back together, anyway?"
"I thought about screwing you and getting back with him, but now I think I'll go for option three -- being single and not getting laid again. I'm pondering a monastery." Shishido leaned back, reaching for his hairbrush. "Boys suck. And yes, I think that at sixteen we're ... um, too fucking young to get married."
"I agree, Shishido-san~" Ohtori grinned, glad that Shishido seemed to be feeling a lot better. "Guys are stupid." Ohtori laughed softly, leaning against the wall, watching the movie absently, snagging the ice cream to himself, taking a bite of the half melted pint. "So, what do you think...quit tennis and school, and go shave our heads?"
"Here's my best offer," Shishido said, sighing. "We screw everyone but each other. If we fucked, things would get odd." He snitched Ohtori's spoon and took a bite, ignoring the indirect kiss nonsense.
"Everyone?" Ohtori laughed lightly, taking the spoon back from his sempai, stealing another bite for himself. "I don't know about everyone." Ohtori handed the spoon over again. "But not you. Got it." Something in his mind -- or maybe that was the pit of his stomach -- protested strongly against it. "I guess that could work."
Shishido poked Ohtori again. "Dude. Remember last time?" Shishido did, in vivid detail. "Didn't you think my feelings got hurt? That sort of thing blows."
"It wasn't easy for me, either." Ohtori answered, finally, after a few seconds of silence. In fact, the idea that Shishido broke up with Jackal because...he'd wanted someone else, at some point, that idea seemed all too familiar. Ohtori sighed softly, running a hand through his hair and handing over the ice cream, smiling over at his friend. "It's okay," They weren't really meant like this anyway. If anything, Shishido was supposed to learn from Ohtori's own mistakes and go right back. ...right. "So you really thinking about joining the monastery?"
The ice cream was making Shishido's hands sticky. He wrinkled his nose as Leia planted a huge mouth-kiss on Luke. "Ew. You know, I highly doubt Lucas knew at this point that they were siblings, or he wouldn't have done that." Oh...right. "WELL. Not a monastery, but I want to stop thinking with my dick."
Ohtori laughed softly, attention thankfully directed back to the movie, nodding in agreement with Shishido's comment about Luke and Leia. "More than likely." Ohtori leaned back, pondering their situation a moment more, before glancing back at Shishido nervously. "Maybe..." That was sort of a stupid idea, to think that disbanding the only activity they had in common would fix anything. But it was an interesting theory. "Do you want to stop playing tennis with me? For a while?" Ohtori knew that a lot of the few moments his heart leapt in his chest had come from watching Shishido from behind as they tried a new formation, or the few times when Shishido had backed into him on accident. Tennis made things complicated in the first place.
"See now," Shishido said, poking Ohtori in the side again, "that's the one thing I don't want. I want to be by your side for a long time, and I'm trying to figure out how to do it so that we both respect each other. I just have a feeling that if we screwed, you'd feel...weird like last time." What was it, anyway? Claustrophobic? Bored? Shishido had always wondered.
Ohtori let loose a sigh of relief he hadn't known he'd been holding. Ohtori leaned against the wall again, making himself comfortable. "That...makes sense." Ohtori wiggled away from the prodding finger, returning it with another poke of his own. "You know, I'm older now." The discomfort had largely been due to so few words spoken between them before anything had happened, and then his unresolved feelings with Hiyoshi, and Shishido being in high school....Ohtori wasn't really sure why he had said that in the first place, but he wiggled a bit closer, still a hand's length away, trying not to be too close. "I'm still...really sorry for that."
"I pushed you and you weren't ready." Shishido was thinking about the handjobs they'd given each other now and shifted uncomfortably. Do. Not. Think. With. Penis. "Plus...what happened with Hiyoshi anyway? And I think if I were gonna do that with you again, I'd insist that you take me out on a few dates," Shishido chuckled. "I'm not quite so easy any more." He'd had Jackal, after all, who was going to be a tough act to follow.
"I think that's why I was uncomfortable in the first place." Ohtori watched the movie, staring blankly ahead, stretching his arms to fold behind his head, chuckling softly. "Hiyoshi-san....has a crush, I think." Ohtori tried not to say anything more, not even his bitterness over everyone from Rikkai invading Hyotei's tennis team. "But anyway. If I had the chance to do that all over again..." He closed his eyes peacefully. "Things would be a lot easier, I think."
"But not me," Shishido pointed out. He watched Luke land on Dagoba and grinned at Yoda. "I think I'd feel kind of stupid going on dates with you. Like...going on a date with my younger brother. I just know you too well, and if you tried to act romantic I'd be going, oh god." It would fail so badly
Ohtori frowned at that, shifting slightly to sink down a bit lower on Shishido's wall, his feet hanging over the edge. "You really think I'd be that bad?" He peered at his senpai, curiously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. ...We could try. Maybe." Dating each other. It sounded like a foreign concept. Didn't you date to find out more about people? Ohtori figured he probably had a good idea about what Shishido was made of. "I mean, there's a....concert on Saturday, if you wanna go with me."
Shishido sighed again. "No, I bet you're awesome to go out on dates with, honest. I guess it would be weird though. What kind of music? ... Anyway ... I think my main issue is that because of last time, I don't...entirely trust you to have at me. I have this feeling that you'd get bored, real fast, and it would hurt a lot if I let it happen again. Dates...might slow that down, I dunno. Doesn't have to be dates. It could be figs." Stupid pun. Yay.
"It's not like we have to have sex to date, Shishido-san." Ohtori prodded him in the shoulder. "We can....y'know. Take things really slow." Ohtori wondered when the last time that had happened was. Probably his first boyfriend right out of the Tennis Camp, after Ohtori had sobered up and realized he was losing both of his friends if he was going to keep chasing them. Taki had been surprisingly -- oddly -- slow, but even they had had sex within a month or so of dating. ...And that had ended that pretty quickly. Ohtori frowned slightly at that memory, echoing that of how he had left after nearly once of having sex with his best friend. "If you don't want to, I understand."
"Hm." Shishido had an idea. He clambered around to block the TV from Ohtori's view, leaned in, and kissed his nose. In the background, Yoda was cackling gleefully as Luke ran through swamps.
Ohtori had...not been expecting that, oddly enough, his face flushing quickly as Shishido drew back, such a sharp contrast to the heated, longing kiss they'd shared earlier. ...Strange. Ohtori stared at his friend, very nervously setting an arm around him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead in retaliation.
Maybe they'd both thought enough. Shishido leaned sideways and kissed a fluffy lock of hair in front of Ohtori's ear, whispering, "Let's see how it goes."
Ohtori grinned finally, still a bit flushed. "Mmhm." Let's see indeed. Ohtori still kept his arm around his senpai, glancing at him curiously, finally untangling just for a moment so that he was nice and close to his doubles partner, arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders. "Vanessa Mae." He said, softly. "Is playing on Saturday. Will you go with me?"
Not Vanessa Williams. Shishido tried to figure out who Vanessa Mae was. Um, musician. He shrugged. "Uh sure." He'd google later. Right now he simply leaned tiredly into Ohtori's hug and watched TV. Lando was hot in a Jackal kinda way, and his heart twinged. Fuck, it was difficult being 16.
Ohtori had gotten the tickets for himself and Kensuke. Lucky for him, that was over now, and he was...with Shishido-san. That seemed both -- very strange, and very right at the same time. Ohtori sighed with content, stealing back the mostly melted ice cream and reaching in his bag to grab the other spoon, handing it over as they continued to watch the movie.
Shishido took the spoon and ate slowly, getting into small mock-battles as he batted Ohtori's spoon out of the way. "My chunk of goo," he growled, and nabbed it. It was really nice that they were...real around each other again. The arm around him felt good too.
Ohtori on the other hand had a bit of a soft spot for Han Solo, watching him intently as he absently waged wars with Shishido's spoon, mostly letting him win for the fun of it. Ohtori grinned back at his doubles partner, finally handing over the pint for Shishido to finish of, simply just grateful for everything being back to normal, more or less. "I have to go home for dinner soon. But I'll be in school tomorrow."
Shishido filled his mouth with ice cream and mumbled, "So..." Feeling stupidly awkward.
"So...I'll see you. Tennis practice." Ohtori hoisted himself up off the bed, taking a moment to stand nervously before leaning back over Shishido, lightly pressing their lips together and licking away the stray bit of ice cream on Shishido's lip. "...Tomorrow, okay?"
Shishido squinted his eyes a bit at the kiss. Ohtori was nervous, and there was a decided lack of the sexy. ...Ehehe. Maybe they were back to the drawing board. He nodded. "Yeah, see yah."
What: Completely avoid a hot sex scene
When: Last night 12/1
Where: Shishido's room
Warnings: None :/ Dorky silver pair are dorks. I think they're dating, but I...actually have no idea what they're up to.
Not even a few minutes passed before Ohtori was heading over to Shishido's house, fully intent on apologizing in person. It wasn't enough to just say he was sorry online -- the fact that Shishido had broken up with Jackal ...was a shock. Eight months was a long time, and Ohtori could only imagine how bad his friend was feeling. The idea of liquor to ease the pain didn't seem as appealing any more, but Ohtori did have a pint of ice cream, two spoons, and the Star Wars trilogy -- hoping it was enough of a peace offering that he wouldn't be sent right back away. He parked his bike in the same spot it had been the other night, propping it up with the kickstand before heading up the few steps to Shishido's door. Ohtori swallowed dryly, his bag resting heavily over his shoulder.
Shishido was zoned out in front of a computer game. It was Zombie Warriors IV, and he was pwning all. Zombie guts splattered left and right, and if Shishido did it just right he could almost feel the guts splatter his chest. It was so intensely gratifying that he didn't hear his mother knock, or see who entered the room. He looked like shit, too.
Ohtori took a moment to glance at the game that Shishido was playing, wincing slightly at the almost realistic guts splattering the screen. Finally stepping into the room a little more, Ohtori set his bag down, sitting on the bed next to his doubles partner. "...Hey." Shishido looked terrible, and for a moment Ohtori thought that he probably should have called first.
"Fuck." Shishido froze. Then he turned. "Hi." He got up and advanced toward Ohtori feeling a sudden jolt of heat in his gut that made him feel like a fucking retard. He rubbed his puffy red eyes and just stared. "...I'd say 'what's up?' but I bet you're here to make me feel better."
Ohtori felt rather awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, his heart leaping into his throat as he stared at his senpai. "I was kinda planning on it." His mouth felt dry, words sounding wooden and unsure. ...Right. He was supposed to make everything better. "Do you want to talk about it?" He said simply, not expecting to get anything out of his friend, moving in a little closer, settling his arm around his partner.
Shishido got hard. He flushed, glad he was in his pajamas, and gripped Ohtori by the collar. "...No." He said. If there was an optimal time and place to fuck someone, it was not this. He fought for some control, but the emotions were too strong at the moment, and he simply put his forehead against Ohtori's chest, shaking. It was...tough. To feel this much...stuff for someone and...have everything go to shit because of it.
"Fine." Ohtori let the smaller man grip his collar, voice quiet. There was nothing stopping them, now. Jackal was no longer there, and there was nothing stopping Ohtori from what he was about to do next. Ohtori tightened the arm around Shishido, gripping his partner's shirt so hard that he could feel the threads stretch in his hands, Ohtori's hand coming up to thread through Shishido's hair. Not so gently, Ohtori tilted Shishido's head back, settling a heated, hungry gaze on his doubles partner before surging forward, a torrent of unresolved want and a downright need, kissing Shishido so hard that he could nearly hear their teeth click as he pushed his tongue inside, drinking him in, meshing and melding their mouths together.
Shishido felt Ohtori's need catch him and flow through him, and he felt tears gather in his eyes. He gave a very unsexy snort in the middle of the kiss and broke away to go get a tissue, huddling over his desk for a moment to blow his nose. Then he sank to his heels. "...You know? I can't. I think I feel too much for you. To. ...Do it." He would've crawled under his desk and died right about then, and hid behind his hair instead.
Ohtori let him go with a heavy heart, not even sure he knew what was going on between them anymore. He bit his lip, unsure and overwhelmed with sensation, staring at Shishido from his spot on the bed. Glancing away for a moment, Shishido's words hitting him like bricks, Ohtori rifled through his bag for a few things before he crept over to his doubles partner. "It's okay," Ohtori smiled and brushed back the tangled curtain of hair behind one ear, the curl of his lips not quite reaching his eyes as he handed over the ice cream and a spoon, the peace offering he'd brought just in case. "It's gonna melt, soon. If you don't want it, I'll put it in your fridge for you." He sat back on his legs, leaning back to grab the DVDs also. "Do you wanna watch this?"
"Date someone," Shishido said. "Please." He set the ice cream down. "I ... I didn't break up to fuck you. I broke up because I ... shouldn't ... " Feel something like this for someone else and ... "Yeah, maybe it's too soon to hang out with me." He sighed, giving Ohtori his best senpai says everything's fine smile. "We're in this for another twenty years, right? After the hormones die down it'll just be partners." ...Right?
"I don't want to." Ohtori said softly, putting the DVDs on top of the ice cream, eyes lowering. "It's okay, Shishido-san." He pushed everything aside, unsure of whether or not to hug his senpai, unsure if that was crossing the lines. "I'm...not going anywhere?" Ohtori stood finally, lifting up, gaze unfocused as he met the smile with an empty one of his own. "Yeah. Partners, twenty years, at least -- um." His eyes lowered again, pulling his bag up and over his shoulder. "I... should go." He said lamely, glancing towards the door.
"Wait wait. Sit. What'd you bring me? ...This is getting like a soap opera." Shishido smiled again. Felt better, took a deep breath. "Oh hey. ...Star Wars. Can we still watch this together?"
"Yeah." Ohtori grinned. "I kinda planned on that anyway." This -- was better, Ohtori's tension easing out of him as he sat back down onto Shishido's bed, exhaling slowly. Maybe Ohtori did need to get out -- date other people. He'd never been like this, before... "I brought the three original. I figured you could pick your favorite."
"Empire," Shishido said promptly, and stuck it in. He sat a bit of a distance from Ohtori and flipped on the DVD. He felt things click in his head, too -- maybe a bit of healing. "You...really are a sly bastard," he pondered. "Do you try that shit on all the guys you hang out with?" He poked Ohtori in the spot he knew was ticklish.
Ohtori's attention was elsewhere, mostly on the red thread in his socks, staring at them intently when Shishido's poke caused him to squirm. "Huh?" He asked, unsure of what his friend had said, blinking twice. "I don't even know what you're talking about." Despite that, his grin widened exponentially, wiggling out of the way. "Maybe once or twice? I don't really remember."
Shishido shoved Ohtori's shoulder, pushing him over. He applied his fingers to the tickle spot. "You suck. Honestly. I dunno why I fell for the innocent act for so long." Shishido grinned. Ahhh. It was nice to get Ohtori back. "I can't do without you as my best friend, you fucker. Don't hit on me again."
Ohtori grinned a little, prodding Shishido in the stomach in response, feeling quite a bit more at ease, despite the fact that they were no better off than they were before. "Would you -- " He pushed his friend back over, using his larger weight as a positive, grinning. "I'll try not to, Shishido-san." He searched for a ticklish spot on Shishido as well, revenge for the previous tickling. "We're missing the movie."
Shishido squirmed around. "Respect your senpai," he said severely, flailing. Goddamnit. "Normally," he said, staring up, "I'd get turned on by someone pinning me. But I know you're out for a quick fuck, you damned wolf. Now get off me." He shoved again, and then caught Ohtori into a snuggle. "Idiot. I wanna be around for longer than a fuck."
"Is that what you think of me, Shishido-senpai?" Ohtori leaned against the wall, head hitting it gracefully as Shishido shoved him off of him. "We've done that kinda stuff before." He mumbled. "And we're still friends." Not that he was making excuses -- Ohtori sat up again, prodding Shishido in the shoulder. "So, when are you and Jackal getting back together, anyway?"
"I thought about screwing you and getting back with him, but now I think I'll go for option three -- being single and not getting laid again. I'm pondering a monastery." Shishido leaned back, reaching for his hairbrush. "Boys suck. And yes, I think that at sixteen we're ... um, too fucking young to get married."
"I agree, Shishido-san~" Ohtori grinned, glad that Shishido seemed to be feeling a lot better. "Guys are stupid." Ohtori laughed softly, leaning against the wall, watching the movie absently, snagging the ice cream to himself, taking a bite of the half melted pint. "So, what do you think...quit tennis and school, and go shave our heads?"
"Here's my best offer," Shishido said, sighing. "We screw everyone but each other. If we fucked, things would get odd." He snitched Ohtori's spoon and took a bite, ignoring the indirect kiss nonsense.
"Everyone?" Ohtori laughed lightly, taking the spoon back from his sempai, stealing another bite for himself. "I don't know about everyone." Ohtori handed the spoon over again. "But not you. Got it." Something in his mind -- or maybe that was the pit of his stomach -- protested strongly against it. "I guess that could work."
Shishido poked Ohtori again. "Dude. Remember last time?" Shishido did, in vivid detail. "Didn't you think my feelings got hurt? That sort of thing blows."
"It wasn't easy for me, either." Ohtori answered, finally, after a few seconds of silence. In fact, the idea that Shishido broke up with Jackal because...he'd wanted someone else, at some point, that idea seemed all too familiar. Ohtori sighed softly, running a hand through his hair and handing over the ice cream, smiling over at his friend. "It's okay," They weren't really meant like this anyway. If anything, Shishido was supposed to learn from Ohtori's own mistakes and go right back. ...right. "So you really thinking about joining the monastery?"
The ice cream was making Shishido's hands sticky. He wrinkled his nose as Leia planted a huge mouth-kiss on Luke. "Ew. You know, I highly doubt Lucas knew at this point that they were siblings, or he wouldn't have done that." Oh...right. "WELL. Not a monastery, but I want to stop thinking with my dick."
Ohtori laughed softly, attention thankfully directed back to the movie, nodding in agreement with Shishido's comment about Luke and Leia. "More than likely." Ohtori leaned back, pondering their situation a moment more, before glancing back at Shishido nervously. "Maybe..." That was sort of a stupid idea, to think that disbanding the only activity they had in common would fix anything. But it was an interesting theory. "Do you want to stop playing tennis with me? For a while?" Ohtori knew that a lot of the few moments his heart leapt in his chest had come from watching Shishido from behind as they tried a new formation, or the few times when Shishido had backed into him on accident. Tennis made things complicated in the first place.
"See now," Shishido said, poking Ohtori in the side again, "that's the one thing I don't want. I want to be by your side for a long time, and I'm trying to figure out how to do it so that we both respect each other. I just have a feeling that if we screwed, you'd feel...weird like last time." What was it, anyway? Claustrophobic? Bored? Shishido had always wondered.
Ohtori let loose a sigh of relief he hadn't known he'd been holding. Ohtori leaned against the wall again, making himself comfortable. "That...makes sense." Ohtori wiggled away from the prodding finger, returning it with another poke of his own. "You know, I'm older now." The discomfort had largely been due to so few words spoken between them before anything had happened, and then his unresolved feelings with Hiyoshi, and Shishido being in high school....Ohtori wasn't really sure why he had said that in the first place, but he wiggled a bit closer, still a hand's length away, trying not to be too close. "I'm still...really sorry for that."
"I pushed you and you weren't ready." Shishido was thinking about the handjobs they'd given each other now and shifted uncomfortably. Do. Not. Think. With. Penis. "Plus...what happened with Hiyoshi anyway? And I think if I were gonna do that with you again, I'd insist that you take me out on a few dates," Shishido chuckled. "I'm not quite so easy any more." He'd had Jackal, after all, who was going to be a tough act to follow.
"I think that's why I was uncomfortable in the first place." Ohtori watched the movie, staring blankly ahead, stretching his arms to fold behind his head, chuckling softly. "Hiyoshi-san....has a crush, I think." Ohtori tried not to say anything more, not even his bitterness over everyone from Rikkai invading Hyotei's tennis team. "But anyway. If I had the chance to do that all over again..." He closed his eyes peacefully. "Things would be a lot easier, I think."
"But not me," Shishido pointed out. He watched Luke land on Dagoba and grinned at Yoda. "I think I'd feel kind of stupid going on dates with you. Like...going on a date with my younger brother. I just know you too well, and if you tried to act romantic I'd be going, oh god." It would fail so badly
Ohtori frowned at that, shifting slightly to sink down a bit lower on Shishido's wall, his feet hanging over the edge. "You really think I'd be that bad?" He peered at his senpai, curiously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. ...We could try. Maybe." Dating each other. It sounded like a foreign concept. Didn't you date to find out more about people? Ohtori figured he probably had a good idea about what Shishido was made of. "I mean, there's a....concert on Saturday, if you wanna go with me."
Shishido sighed again. "No, I bet you're awesome to go out on dates with, honest. I guess it would be weird though. What kind of music? ... Anyway ... I think my main issue is that because of last time, I don't...entirely trust you to have at me. I have this feeling that you'd get bored, real fast, and it would hurt a lot if I let it happen again. Dates...might slow that down, I dunno. Doesn't have to be dates. It could be figs." Stupid pun. Yay.
"It's not like we have to have sex to date, Shishido-san." Ohtori prodded him in the shoulder. "We can....y'know. Take things really slow." Ohtori wondered when the last time that had happened was. Probably his first boyfriend right out of the Tennis Camp, after Ohtori had sobered up and realized he was losing both of his friends if he was going to keep chasing them. Taki had been surprisingly -- oddly -- slow, but even they had had sex within a month or so of dating. ...And that had ended that pretty quickly. Ohtori frowned slightly at that memory, echoing that of how he had left after nearly once of having sex with his best friend. "If you don't want to, I understand."
"Hm." Shishido had an idea. He clambered around to block the TV from Ohtori's view, leaned in, and kissed his nose. In the background, Yoda was cackling gleefully as Luke ran through swamps.
Ohtori had...not been expecting that, oddly enough, his face flushing quickly as Shishido drew back, such a sharp contrast to the heated, longing kiss they'd shared earlier. ...Strange. Ohtori stared at his friend, very nervously setting an arm around him, leaning forward to kiss his forehead in retaliation.
Maybe they'd both thought enough. Shishido leaned sideways and kissed a fluffy lock of hair in front of Ohtori's ear, whispering, "Let's see how it goes."
Ohtori grinned finally, still a bit flushed. "Mmhm." Let's see indeed. Ohtori still kept his arm around his senpai, glancing at him curiously, finally untangling just for a moment so that he was nice and close to his doubles partner, arm wrapped around the back of his shoulders. "Vanessa Mae." He said, softly. "Is playing on Saturday. Will you go with me?"
Not Vanessa Williams. Shishido tried to figure out who Vanessa Mae was. Um, musician. He shrugged. "Uh sure." He'd google later. Right now he simply leaned tiredly into Ohtori's hug and watched TV. Lando was hot in a Jackal kinda way, and his heart twinged. Fuck, it was difficult being 16.
Ohtori had gotten the tickets for himself and Kensuke. Lucky for him, that was over now, and he was...with Shishido-san. That seemed both -- very strange, and very right at the same time. Ohtori sighed with content, stealing back the mostly melted ice cream and reaching in his bag to grab the other spoon, handing it over as they continued to watch the movie.
Shishido took the spoon and ate slowly, getting into small mock-battles as he batted Ohtori's spoon out of the way. "My chunk of goo," he growled, and nabbed it. It was really nice that they were...real around each other again. The arm around him felt good too.
Ohtori on the other hand had a bit of a soft spot for Han Solo, watching him intently as he absently waged wars with Shishido's spoon, mostly letting him win for the fun of it. Ohtori grinned back at his doubles partner, finally handing over the pint for Shishido to finish of, simply just grateful for everything being back to normal, more or less. "I have to go home for dinner soon. But I'll be in school tomorrow."
Shishido filled his mouth with ice cream and mumbled, "So..." Feeling stupidly awkward.
"So...I'll see you. Tennis practice." Ohtori hoisted himself up off the bed, taking a moment to stand nervously before leaning back over Shishido, lightly pressing their lips together and licking away the stray bit of ice cream on Shishido's lip. "...Tomorrow, okay?"
Shishido squinted his eyes a bit at the kiss. Ohtori was nervous, and there was a decided lack of the sexy. ...Ehehe. Maybe they were back to the drawing board. He nodded. "Yeah, see yah."