KenZai ficcage - FEEL FREE TO IGNORE F-LIST >_>
Characters: Oshitari Kenya and Zaizen Hikaru
Summary: Set during the new manga, with Kenya and camp and poor Zaizen stuck back at school damn you Konomi for leaving him out :C. Kenya tries to 'liven up' one of their daily phone calls and succeeds ♥
Word Count: 2,045
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned etc etc
Other: Special thanks to nakasty for beta-ing this for me C:
'Distance makes the heart body grow fonder'.
Coaching a tennis team while the real captain was away at camp was exhausting. Luckily, the most exhausting of the team were at said camp so he didn’t have to worry about that either. It was a lot calmer; the only problem left was Osamu who didn’t do anything but make stupid remarks about his performance. He didn’t care that he didn’t get an invite as well, that would mean socialising with other teams who he didn’t particularly care for, but he did miss a certain someone when he was gone for days on end. Not like he’d admit that aloud without good reason.
When he got home after practise, Hikaru went straight to his room and dumped his bag on the floor outside his door. His mother would sort out his dirty uniform, so he didn’t bother to try and put it into sections like she usually asked him to. It wasn’t that important. What was important though was the phone call he’d be getting at five p.m. sharp from Kenya.
Dropping onto his bed, Hikaru tugged his headphones off his head and onto the side, letting the now quieter music drift out like that while he changed out of his uniform into something a little more comfortable. By the time he finished, the phone was finally ringing. To avoid seeming eager, he waited a few tones before pressing the ‘accept call’ button, and couldn’t hold back the small smile across his lips when he heard Kenya’s voice on the other side.
“Hikaru,” Kenya’s voice was a little off, but he shrugged it off. “Hey.”
“Senpai.” Rolling onto his side, Hikaru bit his lower lip, hating himself for being so happy to hear from the other. “How’s camp?”
“It’s going alright, the person organising it made it a bit weird though, but we’re pulling through.” He could hear a mattress creaking on Kenya’s side and had to wonder if he was lying out like he was. He was just curious, more than anything. “How’re things on your side? Had to baby sit again yet?”
“Tch,” Hikaru rolled his eyes, especially since Kenya couldn’t see it. “I’m sure you’re all getting along fine,” while he had to be stuck with that lazy coach of theirs. “It’s alright, good practise for next year.” His stomach twisted at the reminder he had a whole year of this. Kenya would be moving to the High School division, while he was still stuck in middle school. “No, my brother is out of town, so Junichi couldn’t come over anyway.”
“Huh,” Kenya was having the same thought when Hikaru mentioned that. He shifted again, mattress yet again creaking down the phone to Hikaru’s end. “So you’ve not had much to do then, have you?”
“Just some training programmes, nothing specific.”
At least he knew the bored tone of Hikaru’s voice was just a cover up, because if Hikaru was annoyed with him calling daily he either wouldn’t have answered or would have told him to shut up already. “Guess it sucks to be you then.” The joke was light, trying to lift the mood a little. Kenya paused for a minute, biting his bottom lip in contemplation. Everyone else was still at dinner, which was why he always used this timing to call. “I miss you, you know.”
At the confession, Hikaru’s eyes half shut, heart thudding a little weirdly in his chest. “I miss you too, senpai.”
“Yeah?” Kenya grinned a little, knowing that it took a lot for Hikaru to admit something like that. It was utterly adorable; he just wished he could see him say it. He just knew that the other boy would have a rather embarrassed expression, eyes mostly closed, cheeks flushed with colour and he’d be trying to not pout. The image of that was enough for him to grip his shirt, right above his heart as it skipped a few beats. “When are you going to start calling me by my name anyway?”
“It’s a habit.”
Right, because that made it so much better. “Try it, even just for a little while?” Kenya’s tone was almost pleading. It was enough though, because it twisted Hikaru’s stomach in all the right ways.
“Alright, se-Kenya.” It was weird, trying to call him by his first name, even though they should have been on a first name basis weeks back anyway. Right back when whatever they had started.
“Much better,” Kenya’s satisfied tone made Hikaru glare at the wall, at least until he realised he’d just missed what Kenya had said next; especially when it was awkward enough already. “What?”
“What are you wearing?” Kenya plucked at the bed sheet, eyes on the door. It had been an innocent question, but when he realised how he’d asked it, it seemed a little more interesting. The others were all going to hang out for a while in the common room, so he had an hour or so for just them. Why not test Hikaru’s limits a little? Plus, it gave him the opportunity to try and be suave after watching Yuushi hit on Atobe all afternoon. That sly bastard, he’d pulled it off far too well.
“Uh,” Hikaru blinked a few times, before actually answering the question as un-sexily as ever. “A band t-shirt with those torn jeans I bought a couple of weeks back.” Was he supposed to go along with it? “Why?”
“Just wondering,” Kenya murmured back breezily. It wasn’t as if Hikaru was the type to catch on quickly when it came to these things anyway, but he did remember how delightful those jeans were. Patches of skin showed all over the place, and they hugged Hikaru’s legs in all the right places. He wasn’t even a ‘legs’ guy either.
It was already too late for him to stop himself; his free hand had slipped up under his shirt, hand petting at skin - rubbing circles, teasing it with light touches. As Hikaru wasn’t asking back, he proceeded to tell him what he was wearing anyway. Just because if he managed to pull this off, Hikaru was going to need to know so he could imagine it better. “I’m wearing my red polo shirt, the one with the St. Laurent logo with those black jeans you made me buy.”
Even if he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about it, Hikaru’s own eyes closed as he remember how those tight black jeans worked on Kenya. Far too well, to be honest. He wriggled on the bed a little, laying flat on his back in the end, staring up at the ceiling. “...Oh.” The soft noise of confirmation was enough for Kenya to know his plan was working.
“Hikaru.” Kenya started again, licking his lips as he let out a soft breath as his fingers fluttered up, crawling along his skin until he could play with a nipple. “Do you know what I’m thinking about right now?” he tried to make his voice cool and seductive, and while he didn’t completely pull it off, it was good enough to make Hikaru shiver on the other side.
Hikaru swallowed, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to not think about it. He wasn’t that sexual of a person, and the few times they had done it... Kenya had always been the one to initiate it. Just like now. “No,” he lied, somewhat hoping that if Kenya didn’t get a response, he’d give up already. His plan didn’t work quite so well though.
“I’m thinking about what it feels like to have you under me,” Kenya’s voice dipped a little, and the sharp gasp that followed was enough for Hikaru to know he was doing something while on the phone with him. “I’m thinking about how those jeans look absolutely fuckable on you, and what your skin feels like in the little dips between the slashed denim.”
Hikaru opened his mouth then closed it again, suddenly regretting that he’d replied honestly. Then again, they’d been talking every day on the phone for the past week, how was he supposed to know that Kenya would be set off like this? “Senpai-” he protested weakly, flushing when his own voice came out rushed and almost like a whine. How unbecoming of him.
“Hikaru,” Kenya repeated back. “Sorry, but...” Hikaru bit his lower lip when he heard Kenya swallow a groan, mind already imagining what he was doing while alone... in his room... on the phone to him. “I can’t help myself.”
Well, Hikaru had worked that much out, thanks Kenya. Enough to have him squirming over his bed anyway. “What can’t you help?” he played innocent, wanting to see if he could at least embarrass him a little.
“I can’t help wanting to touch myself while talking to you.” The blunt reply reminded him of himself, and how he would’ve just said it straight if that was what he was doing. He wasn’t though; not yet at least. It really didn’t help him with how Kenya sounded either, already breathless and moaning. Hikaru’s face was practically on fire.
“...Idiot.”
“Only for you,” Kenya laughed softly, his breath puffed down the phone and Hikaru bit down on his bottom lip when he heard the tell-tale signs of a zipper being pulled down. His mind made up for the rest of it, imagining how Kenya would have to actually peel those jeans off rather than just shrug them off.
“...Senpai...” the soft plea was met with a soft moan from Kenya when his hand slid down, teasing himself through thin fabric. Hikaru wiggled on the bed again, his thighs pressed together and his toes dug into the bed, trying to hold himself together.
“I want to fuck you.” The hoarse way Kenya said it made Hikaru press his arm across his face, a small whimper escaping - a noise he particularly hated but always seemed to be there when Kenya made him weak.
“Don’t-” it seemed to come too late though when Kenya hissed and the soft sounds of Kenya stroking himself ended up tumbling down the phone and before he knew it, his own jeans were open - his own hand moving on it’s own. “I... hate you.” He didn’t really, and Kenya knew that as well (which was proven at the laugh that followed it).
“Imagine it’s me touching you,” Kenya licked his lips, eyes closing as the first few waves of bliss washed over him. “Just like I’m imagining it’s you touching me, yeah?” It was easy enough when Hikaru’s touch was pretty much foreign to him now, he could pretend they had a similar grip, a similar speed and everything. With a rush of air Kenya’s hips snapped up, head tipping back into the pillows.
Hikaru’s hand that was holding his phone shook, threatening to drop the object when he starting stroking himself as well. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to not make too much noise as he tried to remember how Kenya did it. Quick and precise. His back arched up, soft moans echoing down the phone with broken fragments of Kenya’s name.
It was enough for Kenya to curl up a little, hand going so fast he thought he was going to explode. In a way he did, a moment after, Hikaru’s name on the tip of his tongue as he rode the orgasm out. His legs slid down the bed slowly as he tried to remember how to breathe, also trying to not get turned on again as he heard Hikaru still at it.
The phone finally dropped out of Hikaru’s hand onto the bed, and he twisted onto his side, eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on the pillow so his mother wouldn’t hear the soft moan of ‘Kenya’ when he finally released. Shakily he picked the phone back up after cleaning himself up with a few tissues, making his appearance somewhat decent first.
“Kenya?” at least he had a reason to remember not to say ‘senpai’ now.
“Yeah?” Kenya sat up slowly, having fixed himself up while Hikaru was doing the same.
“Wear those jeans when you come back and visit.” The laugh that greeted him made Hikaru scowl, but at least he could count on Kenya to actually do what he asked.
Summary: Set during the new manga, with Kenya and camp and poor Zaizen stuck back at school damn you Konomi for leaving him out :C. Kenya tries to 'liven up' one of their daily phone calls and succeeds ♥
Word Count: 2,045
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned etc etc
Other: Special thanks to nakasty for beta-ing this for me C:
'Distance makes the heart body grow fonder'.
Coaching a tennis team while the real captain was away at camp was exhausting. Luckily, the most exhausting of the team were at said camp so he didn’t have to worry about that either. It was a lot calmer; the only problem left was Osamu who didn’t do anything but make stupid remarks about his performance. He didn’t care that he didn’t get an invite as well, that would mean socialising with other teams who he didn’t particularly care for, but he did miss a certain someone when he was gone for days on end. Not like he’d admit that aloud without good reason.
When he got home after practise, Hikaru went straight to his room and dumped his bag on the floor outside his door. His mother would sort out his dirty uniform, so he didn’t bother to try and put it into sections like she usually asked him to. It wasn’t that important. What was important though was the phone call he’d be getting at five p.m. sharp from Kenya.
Dropping onto his bed, Hikaru tugged his headphones off his head and onto the side, letting the now quieter music drift out like that while he changed out of his uniform into something a little more comfortable. By the time he finished, the phone was finally ringing. To avoid seeming eager, he waited a few tones before pressing the ‘accept call’ button, and couldn’t hold back the small smile across his lips when he heard Kenya’s voice on the other side.
“Hikaru,” Kenya’s voice was a little off, but he shrugged it off. “Hey.”
“Senpai.” Rolling onto his side, Hikaru bit his lower lip, hating himself for being so happy to hear from the other. “How’s camp?”
“It’s going alright, the person organising it made it a bit weird though, but we’re pulling through.” He could hear a mattress creaking on Kenya’s side and had to wonder if he was lying out like he was. He was just curious, more than anything. “How’re things on your side? Had to baby sit again yet?”
“Tch,” Hikaru rolled his eyes, especially since Kenya couldn’t see it. “I’m sure you’re all getting along fine,” while he had to be stuck with that lazy coach of theirs. “It’s alright, good practise for next year.” His stomach twisted at the reminder he had a whole year of this. Kenya would be moving to the High School division, while he was still stuck in middle school. “No, my brother is out of town, so Junichi couldn’t come over anyway.”
“Huh,” Kenya was having the same thought when Hikaru mentioned that. He shifted again, mattress yet again creaking down the phone to Hikaru’s end. “So you’ve not had much to do then, have you?”
“Just some training programmes, nothing specific.”
At least he knew the bored tone of Hikaru’s voice was just a cover up, because if Hikaru was annoyed with him calling daily he either wouldn’t have answered or would have told him to shut up already. “Guess it sucks to be you then.” The joke was light, trying to lift the mood a little. Kenya paused for a minute, biting his bottom lip in contemplation. Everyone else was still at dinner, which was why he always used this timing to call. “I miss you, you know.”
At the confession, Hikaru’s eyes half shut, heart thudding a little weirdly in his chest. “I miss you too, senpai.”
“Yeah?” Kenya grinned a little, knowing that it took a lot for Hikaru to admit something like that. It was utterly adorable; he just wished he could see him say it. He just knew that the other boy would have a rather embarrassed expression, eyes mostly closed, cheeks flushed with colour and he’d be trying to not pout. The image of that was enough for him to grip his shirt, right above his heart as it skipped a few beats. “When are you going to start calling me by my name anyway?”
“It’s a habit.”
Right, because that made it so much better. “Try it, even just for a little while?” Kenya’s tone was almost pleading. It was enough though, because it twisted Hikaru’s stomach in all the right ways.
“Alright, se-Kenya.” It was weird, trying to call him by his first name, even though they should have been on a first name basis weeks back anyway. Right back when whatever they had started.
“Much better,” Kenya’s satisfied tone made Hikaru glare at the wall, at least until he realised he’d just missed what Kenya had said next; especially when it was awkward enough already. “What?”
“What are you wearing?” Kenya plucked at the bed sheet, eyes on the door. It had been an innocent question, but when he realised how he’d asked it, it seemed a little more interesting. The others were all going to hang out for a while in the common room, so he had an hour or so for just them. Why not test Hikaru’s limits a little? Plus, it gave him the opportunity to try and be suave after watching Yuushi hit on Atobe all afternoon. That sly bastard, he’d pulled it off far too well.
“Uh,” Hikaru blinked a few times, before actually answering the question as un-sexily as ever. “A band t-shirt with those torn jeans I bought a couple of weeks back.” Was he supposed to go along with it? “Why?”
“Just wondering,” Kenya murmured back breezily. It wasn’t as if Hikaru was the type to catch on quickly when it came to these things anyway, but he did remember how delightful those jeans were. Patches of skin showed all over the place, and they hugged Hikaru’s legs in all the right places. He wasn’t even a ‘legs’ guy either.
It was already too late for him to stop himself; his free hand had slipped up under his shirt, hand petting at skin - rubbing circles, teasing it with light touches. As Hikaru wasn’t asking back, he proceeded to tell him what he was wearing anyway. Just because if he managed to pull this off, Hikaru was going to need to know so he could imagine it better. “I’m wearing my red polo shirt, the one with the St. Laurent logo with those black jeans you made me buy.”
Even if he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about it, Hikaru’s own eyes closed as he remember how those tight black jeans worked on Kenya. Far too well, to be honest. He wriggled on the bed a little, laying flat on his back in the end, staring up at the ceiling. “...Oh.” The soft noise of confirmation was enough for Kenya to know his plan was working.
“Hikaru.” Kenya started again, licking his lips as he let out a soft breath as his fingers fluttered up, crawling along his skin until he could play with a nipple. “Do you know what I’m thinking about right now?” he tried to make his voice cool and seductive, and while he didn’t completely pull it off, it was good enough to make Hikaru shiver on the other side.
Hikaru swallowed, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to not think about it. He wasn’t that sexual of a person, and the few times they had done it... Kenya had always been the one to initiate it. Just like now. “No,” he lied, somewhat hoping that if Kenya didn’t get a response, he’d give up already. His plan didn’t work quite so well though.
“I’m thinking about what it feels like to have you under me,” Kenya’s voice dipped a little, and the sharp gasp that followed was enough for Hikaru to know he was doing something while on the phone with him. “I’m thinking about how those jeans look absolutely fuckable on you, and what your skin feels like in the little dips between the slashed denim.”
Hikaru opened his mouth then closed it again, suddenly regretting that he’d replied honestly. Then again, they’d been talking every day on the phone for the past week, how was he supposed to know that Kenya would be set off like this? “Senpai-” he protested weakly, flushing when his own voice came out rushed and almost like a whine. How unbecoming of him.
“Hikaru,” Kenya repeated back. “Sorry, but...” Hikaru bit his lower lip when he heard Kenya swallow a groan, mind already imagining what he was doing while alone... in his room... on the phone to him. “I can’t help myself.”
Well, Hikaru had worked that much out, thanks Kenya. Enough to have him squirming over his bed anyway. “What can’t you help?” he played innocent, wanting to see if he could at least embarrass him a little.
“I can’t help wanting to touch myself while talking to you.” The blunt reply reminded him of himself, and how he would’ve just said it straight if that was what he was doing. He wasn’t though; not yet at least. It really didn’t help him with how Kenya sounded either, already breathless and moaning. Hikaru’s face was practically on fire.
“...Idiot.”
“Only for you,” Kenya laughed softly, his breath puffed down the phone and Hikaru bit down on his bottom lip when he heard the tell-tale signs of a zipper being pulled down. His mind made up for the rest of it, imagining how Kenya would have to actually peel those jeans off rather than just shrug them off.
“...Senpai...” the soft plea was met with a soft moan from Kenya when his hand slid down, teasing himself through thin fabric. Hikaru wiggled on the bed again, his thighs pressed together and his toes dug into the bed, trying to hold himself together.
“I want to fuck you.” The hoarse way Kenya said it made Hikaru press his arm across his face, a small whimper escaping - a noise he particularly hated but always seemed to be there when Kenya made him weak.
“Don’t-” it seemed to come too late though when Kenya hissed and the soft sounds of Kenya stroking himself ended up tumbling down the phone and before he knew it, his own jeans were open - his own hand moving on it’s own. “I... hate you.” He didn’t really, and Kenya knew that as well (which was proven at the laugh that followed it).
“Imagine it’s me touching you,” Kenya licked his lips, eyes closing as the first few waves of bliss washed over him. “Just like I’m imagining it’s you touching me, yeah?” It was easy enough when Hikaru’s touch was pretty much foreign to him now, he could pretend they had a similar grip, a similar speed and everything. With a rush of air Kenya’s hips snapped up, head tipping back into the pillows.
Hikaru’s hand that was holding his phone shook, threatening to drop the object when he starting stroking himself as well. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to not make too much noise as he tried to remember how Kenya did it. Quick and precise. His back arched up, soft moans echoing down the phone with broken fragments of Kenya’s name.
It was enough for Kenya to curl up a little, hand going so fast he thought he was going to explode. In a way he did, a moment after, Hikaru’s name on the tip of his tongue as he rode the orgasm out. His legs slid down the bed slowly as he tried to remember how to breathe, also trying to not get turned on again as he heard Hikaru still at it.
The phone finally dropped out of Hikaru’s hand onto the bed, and he twisted onto his side, eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on the pillow so his mother wouldn’t hear the soft moan of ‘Kenya’ when he finally released. Shakily he picked the phone back up after cleaning himself up with a few tissues, making his appearance somewhat decent first.
“Kenya?” at least he had a reason to remember not to say ‘senpai’ now.
“Yeah?” Kenya sat up slowly, having fixed himself up while Hikaru was doing the same.
“Wear those jeans when you come back and visit.” The laugh that greeted him made Hikaru scowl, but at least he could count on Kenya to actually do what he asked.