Tennis no Oujisama: Ohtori Choutarou/Shishido Ryou, Five Stages of Love: Attraction
Title: Warming Up
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Author: Emi-san
Pairing: Ohtori Choutarou/Shishido Ryou
Theme: The Five Stages of Love - Attraction
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG to be safe
Author's Note: Unbetaed.
He wasn’t sure when it had started. After all, he had known the younger boy for a while now. They played tennis together, ran together, and walked home together as far as they could every day. Choutarou got him his things when he forgot them, and always listened carefully when he was given advice, regardless of the subject. During the weeks Shishido had fought to get back on the team, the other boy had pushed everything away to try to be of some assistance to his senpai, and indeed, he had been an invaluable help.
Shishido actually had no words for how much he valued this angel-like boy. It was not like he never wondered about his intentions, but every time his eyes met those sweet, innocent ones, he couldn’t pass it off as anything but true devotion and friendship. Choutarou was probably the best friend Shishido would ever have.
Too bad Shishido rather felt like sucking the lips off of said "friend's" face.
He tried to tell himself that this kind of attraction wasn’t okay. Guys shouldn’t want do stuff like that to each other, but every time the blonde slipped his hands under his shirt to give him a massage when he had strained himself during practice, Shishido felt like he was going to go mad. Involuntarily he would shiver under the taller boy’s touch, and then immediately flush, yell something without even knowing what he was saying, and push him away.
And at times like that, Choutarou always looked so surprised and confused. Poor boy probably didn’t suspect a thing. Shishido was truly amazed at his naivety at times, since he realized that he had fallen flat for the taller boy, and that he had stopped being able to hold it back constantly a long time ago.
Still, no matter how wrong it was, he liked to be able to creep close to him under the false pretense that it was friendship. Whether Choutarou already knew about his feelings or not, Shishido could tell one thing for certain as he pulled in - he didn’t mind the warmth.
And maybe, some day, Choutarou would appreciate it the way he did too.
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Author: Emi-san
Pairing: Ohtori Choutarou/Shishido Ryou
Theme: The Five Stages of Love - Attraction
Word Count: 364
Rating: PG to be safe
Author's Note: Unbetaed.
He wasn’t sure when it had started. After all, he had known the younger boy for a while now. They played tennis together, ran together, and walked home together as far as they could every day. Choutarou got him his things when he forgot them, and always listened carefully when he was given advice, regardless of the subject. During the weeks Shishido had fought to get back on the team, the other boy had pushed everything away to try to be of some assistance to his senpai, and indeed, he had been an invaluable help.
Shishido actually had no words for how much he valued this angel-like boy. It was not like he never wondered about his intentions, but every time his eyes met those sweet, innocent ones, he couldn’t pass it off as anything but true devotion and friendship. Choutarou was probably the best friend Shishido would ever have.
Too bad Shishido rather felt like sucking the lips off of said "friend's" face.
He tried to tell himself that this kind of attraction wasn’t okay. Guys shouldn’t want do stuff like that to each other, but every time the blonde slipped his hands under his shirt to give him a massage when he had strained himself during practice, Shishido felt like he was going to go mad. Involuntarily he would shiver under the taller boy’s touch, and then immediately flush, yell something without even knowing what he was saying, and push him away.
And at times like that, Choutarou always looked so surprised and confused. Poor boy probably didn’t suspect a thing. Shishido was truly amazed at his naivety at times, since he realized that he had fallen flat for the taller boy, and that he had stopped being able to hold it back constantly a long time ago.
Still, no matter how wrong it was, he liked to be able to creep close to him under the false pretense that it was friendship. Whether Choutarou already knew about his feelings or not, Shishido could tell one thing for certain as he pulled in - he didn’t mind the warmth.
And maybe, some day, Choutarou would appreciate it the way he did too.