Fanfic [TEGOPI] LOVE - chapter 4
Title: LOVE
Chaper Title: Miss or hit, as long as you’re there I’ll do whatever it takes and never quit.
Chapter: 4/?
Pairing: Yuya Tegoshi / Tomohisa Yamashita
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still own nothing!?? [...too bad, really (●´△｀●)]
Nobody probably remembers what happened in the previous four chapters, right? XD
Haha, I don’t blame you… I still can’t believe the last chapter had been posted over a year ago °°””””
As a short summary: Tegoshi, Yamapi, Koyama and Shige went on a weekend trip. They’re staying at a friend’s mansion with private tennis courts, where Koyama and Shige tried to teach Tegoshi and Yamapi how to play, (tennis). KoyaShige vs. TegoPi - pros against newbies. Yamapi doesn’t really give a damn, Tegoshi tries hard but still fails…..
At the same time, same old story happened; Tegoshi and Yamapi accidentally getting closer and closer and all that stuff.
You can give it a try, or leave it ~ hehe it’s up to you ^-^
….if you are interested in the story of course I recommend you to read and re-view them here:
| PART ONE | & | PART TWO | PART THREE |
It once seemed like an interesting idea to me, it was fun to write too and of course I still enjoy TegoPi kissed the most! I need to focus on keeping it clean though, right? XD yeah right….. =P
“Where on earth have you two been?” Koyama let out a deep sigh as he watched Yamapi and Tegoshi step out of the blue sports car. “Shige quite frankly freaked out when he saw his car was gone. Can you two imagine what I had to put up with just now?” the older man shook his head in annoyance. “He is still talking to the police….”
“We just went to buy potatoes like I said we would.” Yamapi smiled confidentially which only earned him a questioning look from the slightly older singer.
“And they are …where?” Koyama asked irritated.
Yamapi’s as well irritated look fell from Koyama to Tegoshi who stood next to him and back to Koyama. “Who?” he asked as if he hadn’t been part of this conversation at all.
“The POTATOES!” Tegoshi squeaked and instantly covered his mouth with his hands as he noticed they didn’t even buy any. Not only because they hadn’t actually planned on going to the store in the first place, but mostly because they got too distracted at the end with those purikura. Just thinking about those innocent tiny photo stickers turned his face red like a tomato again.
The young boy gave Yamapi a seriously freaked out look and bit his lip. The older singer though, calmly told the other that they must have forgotten them at the café where they’d stopped for refreshments.
Koyama had a hard time believing any word Yamapi said. “Oh Yamapi…?? How can you just leave a bag of potatoes behind??” He gave Tegoshi a serious look as well and sighed. In the end, because he knew the young idols were quite honest guys, normally, he couldn’t really doubt Yamapi’s words and gave in understandingly.
Tegoshi and Yamapi both were relieved that Koyama bought the story even though they knew they had just lied to their friend and band member, which brought a funny feeling upon them. Maybe this alien feeling wasn’t about their lie at all though, Yamapi wondered as his absent gaze fell on Tegoshi who sat across one of the large kitchen tables. The older man just couldn’t help but stare at his delicate hands which lay folded over the wooden table. He stared as the younger boy played with his fingers out of boredom or maybe nervousness? Yamapi didn’t know, of course, but he liked how slowly and carefully he moved one digit around the other and sometimes tapped on the back of his hand.
He liked the younger’s hands and fingers a lot, as strange as this must sound but he simply thought they were pretty, as pretty as the rest of Tegoshi. He liked the dark brown dots that graced some of his fingers ever so playfully, and he liked the soft feeling of his skin when he’d hold his hand. It always gave him that familiar jolt of pleasure whenever they’d brush against each other’s by accident. Yamapi knew how ridiculous that sounded as well and whenever he ended up thinking about touching Tegoshi, his brain suddenly went blank and his skin started to tingle in the most uncomfortable way possible.
After a moment he decided he should go and find something else to keep him busy for a while, he already had spent way too much time with Tegoshi today. Not that he didn’t enjoy being around Tegoshi, no it was more like he needed to be close to Tegoshi but that part had started to freak him out recently.
Before he could get up Yamapi was caught in motion as he lifted his head and their eyes met. Tegoshi from across the table smiled at him shyly before biting his lips and slowly letting go with his teeth. His tongue darted out slightly and he ran it over his lower lip in a habitual manner. He too felt that sort of feeling which shouldn’t be there and he wondered if it was because of their lying to Koyama and Shige or something else. After all he had spent a crazy afternoon with Yamapi at the arcade. He loved the arcade and running around like a kid, but something else happened that kept him wondering what all of today meant. How could he forget this wicked kiss inside the purikura machine? The very thought about touching Yamapi’s skin with his lips made his stomach twist all over again. He tired to look away and lowered his head as he pressed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip once more.
Yamapi noticed that Tegoshi didn’t seem to feel perfectly fine right now but hardly dared to ask. He looked away, moved as planned and slowly left the room. It didn’t feel right to leave Tegoshi behind without a single exchange of words though, and so the older man stopped and turned around. As he came back the spot Tegoshi had been sitting was empty now.
“Where did he go?” Yamapi asked himself surprised, and started to walk aimlessly through the kitchen. He felt like he had to find him no matter what, but when he thought about what he would want to say to him once he did, he stopped his movements. Leaning against the kitchen counter he sighed and fisted his shirt in annoyance, he had no clue how to proceed. Proceed with the next hour, the rest of today and whatever kind of friend,-relationship Tegoshi and he were in right now.
“Yamashita-kun?”
A sweet and very familiar voice coming from the door caught the older singer’s attention.
“Oi Tegoshi!?”
The younger boy smiled and turned to open the fridge, “Thought you went upstairs?” he asked casually before he grabbed a bottle of red vitamin water and shut it behind him again.
“Nah, yeah, well I was about to …but then I became a bit ..hungry.” Yamapi fiddled with his shirt before letting go abruptly again, unsure of what to answer.
“I see. What are you having?” The younger boy asked rather cheerfully again and walked toward the balcony door, one hand on the handle and his gaze fixated at Yamapi. “I’ll go play or rather practice outside a little. Koyama said our match later is still on, but first he has to pick up Shige from the police station.”
Yamapi’s irritated look turned quickly into a smirk, “I kinda feel sorry for Koyama now…”
Tegoshi nodded and watched Yamapi walk up to him. Without wasting another second the older man asked if he could help Tegoshi practice. Tegoshi rather wanted to be alone right now but all he could do was sigh at that smile, voice and the other’s look; just as expected Tegoshi couldn’t refuse.
Tegoshi smiled; his ball flew higher than before and it looked like the best hit he had done ever since the first time he took a tennis racket in his hands. “Did you see that??” he shouted excitedly and ran toward the net.
Yamapi’s deep eyes met his. The older man smiled back at him from behind the other side and Tegoshi felt like he could soar to the sky right now. He could literally feel the tension rising up inside of him just at the simple look in Yamapi’s eyes.
The older man spoke as softly as cotton candy and Tegoshi could literally taste the sweetness on his tongue. But the words that left Yamapi’s lips weren’t as cute as Tegoshi had wished to hear.
“I saw it, but only for a second then the ball was gone, which means you simply trashed it far too high or maybe even in the wrong direction again. Maybe both.” Yamapi let out a low laugh, “Even with such far hits we won’t be able to win you know. I doubt your technique is good at all..”
“But you don’t even know how to play yourself Yamashita-kun!” Tegoshi suddenly shouted at the older man. He couldn’t believe he dared to speak to like him like that. This was just too depressing again and he wished to throw away that racket and never see it again. Ever.
The older man smirked at the boy behind the net. “Well, I don’t care how wrong your technique is but we should try to win at least.”
But Tegoshi wasn’t all that amused anymore and snapped back, the politeness toward his leader faded with every syllable that left his tongue. “How do we do that then? Do you have any plan?? Because…let me remind you that neither of us has any clue how to play that stupid game!”
Yamapi let out a soft giggle and rubbed the back of his head, “We should start by keeping the ball inside the field.”
“Mouu….” Tegoshi turned around annoyed, “I tried. Damnit I tried.” He really hated this game by now, nothing seemed to work and he still sucked at it. He normally didn’t suck at sports and games and all that, because Tegoshi normally was a natural talent at anything, or so he thought.
He wasn’t about to give up just yet, but with every new failed attempt of scoring, even at practice rounds with someone who also had not the slightest idea how to play properly, let his motivation sink.
With a smile never leaving his lips, Yamapi watched the younger as he ran around the tennis court slightly frustrated, throwing balls in every direction possible. Of course Yamapi rather enjoyed seeing the young boy in his happy mode but he totally dug Tegoshi’s irritated and pouty expressions he made at the tennis racket and him on the other side of the net.
Yamapi liked the way he threw his arms around in frustration every time he missed the small ball the older man would throw toward him. He liked the sounds Tegoshi made whenever he hit the ball but it would come back flying toward him, because he hit the center of the net once again. Many of his hits didn’t make it over the net at all, and with every time that happened Tegoshi would now yell out and curse in annoyance and anger.
Yamapi couldn’t decide what was cuter, the way Tegoshi could curse or how he would stick out his tongue at the tennis ball whenever it didn’t make it over the net and fell straight to the ground. Yamapi had quite some time to think about all kinds of things and watch Tegoshi’s expressions carefully, because the younger’s balls hardly ever made it in the right direction for Yamapi to actually get a chance of hitting them. Nothing of this of course helped their practice, yet the older singer had a hard time to actually care about it.
He cheered the younger on though, with loud calls and chants, but he wondered if Tegoshi even took notice of it because simply nothing helped to upgrade his game.
After another missed hit Tegoshi ran for the next ball. He gave it all he had when suddenly the younger man fell to the ground. He twisted his leg as he tried to hit one of the high balls Yamapi managed to throw back after Tegoshi finally managed to get the ball over the net. Yamapi watched shocked as Tegoshi literally flew across the tennis court and he wished the boy’s hit wouldn’t have gone over the net for a change, so he couldn’t have hit it that high and far to make him fall. It was his entire fault, Yamapi thought as he immediately ran toward the younger boy who now lay stretched out on the floor.
“Ouch…” Tegoshi whimpered a little before biting his lip. Yamapi kneeled down next to him and without hesitation he brought his hand to the underside of the boy’s chin. He lifted the other’s head carefully and just enough for him to see where he was hurt. Their eyes met and Yamapi smiled relieved when he saw there was no sign of blood. He asked if he was alright and Tegoshi nodded as he let Yamapi guide him into a sitting position.
“Ouch,..” Tegoshi let out another low whimper when he felt a sudden pain struck his leg. He looked down on his ankle, wondering if he had hurt himself after all. He didn’t like the idea of being hurt, and less did he like the thought of not being able to play against the others as they had planned. Of course he knew he sucked at tennis but he never wanted to refuse a challenge and this wasn’t the time to have a broken leg anyways.
Yamapi sat down next to Tegoshi and asked where exactly it hurt. The younger boy shrugged and cursed a little before looking back at Yamapi. The older man gently placed his arm around Tegoshi’s waist from behind, before bringing his other hand to his knee. He stared down at Tegoshi and gave him a caring look. He had no intentions of creating a weird or awkward atmosphere, especially since Tegoshi must be hurt, he just couldn’t help but feel so damn attracted to the younger man. These sensations he felt were so intense that he wasn’t even sure anymore if he felt his body heat rise because of the sun or the other’s closeness.
No matter what it was that caused his temporary breakdown again, he knew he had to make sure Tegoshi was fine in the first place. Anything else at the back of his mind had to wait for a better timing. “Damnit.” Yamapi cursed barely audible but caught Tegoshi’s attention nevertheless.
“I’m sorry Yamashita-kun..” low words left Tegoshi’s lips, his eyes still locked on the older man’s.
“What?” Yamapi’s eyes widened in surprise, “You are ok, right?”
“Probably,” The boy nodded, realizing his foot should be more than ok, nevertheless he felt that saddening pain inside his chest as Yamapi’s deep eyes stared at him with his caring look, “but I totally suck at this game, sorry for bothering you all afternoon as well.”
Yamapi smirked a little; he just couldn’t help but feel amused at the other’s clearly crushed expression. It was of course somehow painful to watch a non-smiling Tegoshi but he simply looked too adorable with his curled lips like that and his almost watery eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asked teasingly, “The arcade? The shopping center? The potato lie or failing at tennis so badly?”
“Eh, Yamashtia-kun,…” Tegoshi sighed and lowered his head, away from those piercing eyes that turned his brain into goo and forced his stomach to cramp. “All of it. I’m sorry for everything I bothered you with, Yamashita-kun.”
“Look at me Tegoshi,” Yamapi whispered and gently lifted the boy’s head with his fingers under Tegoshi’s chin, “…do I look angry?”
Yamapi gave him the sweetest smile he could manage and the younger boy shook his head a little, unsure what to reply though, because he didn’t want to make any wrong moves anymore. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Yamapi to be nice to him or angry. He didn’t know if he wanted Yamapi to yell at him or walk away in silent, but he knew something was about to happen when Yamapi never unlocked his eyes from his. The other’s look always gave him these foreign sensations, it felt exciting and scary at the same time, causing every inch of his body to tingle with something he hadn’t experienced in any other situation.
“Of course I am not angry, not at all.” Yamapi gave the other another reassuring smile, while comfortingly caressing his cheek with the palm of his hand. “And I don’t care if you suck at tennis or anything else, I swear.”
No matter how badly he wanted to taste Tegoshi again he refrained from simply throwing himself on the boy and kissing him fully on the lips. Yamapi somehow felt the deep responsibility to protect him and their friendship, or whatever was left of hat now. The younger boy’s attitude and everything around him though made it very very difficult for Yamapi to resist and hold himself back, but he did so nevertheless.
Why? He asked himself many times, probably because he was a pro; or so he hoped.
Tegoshi’s heart jumped at the interesting and mostly exciting feeling of Yamapi’s slender fingers lightly move along his cheek in circles. His toes curled inside his tennis shoes at the intense sensations he felt as those fingers brushed against his ear and his slightly trembling thumb ghosted over his lip. Tegoshi never thought that a simple touch of someone’s hand on his face could feel so amazingly intense and addicting. He wished to feel those soft but strong hands to brush against other parts of his body, he wished to feel Yamapi’s hands to touch him where he’d never let anyone else touch him. Tegoshi then suddenly wondered if that was a bad thing and even possible.
“Do you believe me?”
Yamapi’s soft voice reached his ear and he snapped out of his daydream. He wasn’t sure what the older man had said but nodded anyways.
“You do?” Yamapi asked curiously, a smirk on his lips. He noticed the boy spaced out just a second ago and felt quite flattered and amused at the same time. Tegoshi reached out and grabbed the other’s white shirt with his hand and fisted it gently. He didn’t intend on hurting him or being harsh and hoped he neither of it occurred. “I believe you.” He whispered back, which earned him the soft smile he longed to see in response.
All Tegoshi could see and think of were his lips; his red lush lips. The way the older man looked at him irritated Tegoshi as much as it turned him on. It made him shrug slightly though, because he never had thought about using that very term in connection with his sempai before but after they even shared a kiss and another he couldn’t help but feel attracted all the more.
The way Yamapi’s lips moved against his, caring and passionate yet wanting and needy. These sensations rushing through his body, drugging him like something out of this world; he simply needed to feel it again.
He couldn’t read Yamapi’s eyes right now and neither could he make out his intentions but it was more than impossible to ask and find out, right? Instead he forgot everything around them and pulled himself closer to Yamapi, pulling at his shirt roughly until they were face to face. He let his other hand drop on his lap and Yamapi’s hand, which had been holding on to his cheek, clumsily fell over his shoulder. Visibly surprised by Tegoshi’s action, the older man though didn’t move away when he pressed his lips against his, and let him close the space between them instead.
There it was again, this drugging feeling that quickly clouded his mind the instant he felt Yamapi’s soft lips move against his, plush and not the slightest innocent. The way the older man replied his kiss, eagerly sucking and licking at his lips before nipping at the corner of his mouth was just too much to handle. Soft moans escaped Tegoshi and made him grab at Yamapi’s arm and neck to pull him even closer.
Those feelings were too much and too intense and yet he longed to feel even more and be closer to the other’s body. Yamapi too must have felt the same; he thought, as far as he could sort his thoughts, because he hadn’t been pushed away until now and instead pressed closer against the other as well.
Tegoshi made clear that he needed to breathe and pulled away enough to regain his senses, but Yamapi’s wet tongue against his lips didn’t make it easy for him to focus on something else but kissing him again. The older man ran his tongue along the corner of Tegoshi’s mouth, devouring the sweet and prickling taste of his band member.
Not very long ago, Yamapi wouldn’t have ever believed that someone could have this incredible addicting taste, scent and everything, but now he knew that Tegoshi was simply impossible. The softness of his lips was out of this world, and how they tingled when he touched them with his warm tongue drove him wild. He couldn’t understand how someone had this effect over him, but it didn’t seem that important during those moments he could actually feel the boy in his arms.
When Tegoshi claimed his mouth again, sucking at his lower lip ever so sensuously he poked out his tongue once more and pressed the very tip of it invitingly against the other’s mouth. For some reason Yamapi didn’t approve not being in lead predominantly; although he had to admit it felt incredible when the boy sucked at his lips like that. A smallest moan trickled past his lips as Tegoshi once more let him gain access to his mouth. His fingertips tingled and his stomach twisted at the sensation of the younger’s tongue lapping at his, reaching for any inch he was able to touch. Yamapi couldn’t imagine something better than their lips clashing against one another, this particular sensation was far better than anything he could remember.
Yamapi never had any intentions of turning this into a make out session, not only because they could be seen any moment but also because it had been just the most impossible timing ever. Apparently Tegoshi could hardly care less though and it surprised him a little, just a little though because he could feel how badly the other wanted this too. He had no idea what exactly he meant by “this” but there was still time to find out, wasn’t there?
FIN.
Ah…
I FOUND THIS; Just cracked me up when I pictured Pi here…
My doubles partner’s really bad.
We never win. It makes me mad.
I’d trade him but he’d get so sad.
Part of some strange tennis poem <3
Xxx
Chaper Title: Miss or hit, as long as you’re there I’ll do whatever it takes and never quit.
Chapter: 4/?
Pairing: Yuya Tegoshi / Tomohisa Yamashita
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I still own nothing!?? [...too bad, really (●´△｀●)]
Nobody probably remembers what happened in the previous four chapters, right? XD
Haha, I don’t blame you… I still can’t believe the last chapter had been posted over a year ago °°””””
As a short summary: Tegoshi, Yamapi, Koyama and Shige went on a weekend trip. They’re staying at a friend’s mansion with private tennis courts, where Koyama and Shige tried to teach Tegoshi and Yamapi how to play, (tennis). KoyaShige vs. TegoPi - pros against newbies. Yamapi doesn’t really give a damn, Tegoshi tries hard but still fails…..
At the same time, same old story happened; Tegoshi and Yamapi accidentally getting closer and closer and all that stuff.
You can give it a try, or leave it ~ hehe it’s up to you ^-^
….if you are interested in the story of course I recommend you to read and re-view them here:
| PART ONE | & | PART TWO | PART THREE |
It once seemed like an interesting idea to me, it was fun to write too and of course I still enjoy TegoPi kissed the most! I need to focus on keeping it clean though, right? XD yeah right….. =P
“Where on earth have you two been?” Koyama let out a deep sigh as he watched Yamapi and Tegoshi step out of the blue sports car. “Shige quite frankly freaked out when he saw his car was gone. Can you two imagine what I had to put up with just now?” the older man shook his head in annoyance. “He is still talking to the police….”
“We just went to buy potatoes like I said we would.” Yamapi smiled confidentially which only earned him a questioning look from the slightly older singer.
“And they are …where?” Koyama asked irritated.
Yamapi’s as well irritated look fell from Koyama to Tegoshi who stood next to him and back to Koyama. “Who?” he asked as if he hadn’t been part of this conversation at all.
“The POTATOES!” Tegoshi squeaked and instantly covered his mouth with his hands as he noticed they didn’t even buy any. Not only because they hadn’t actually planned on going to the store in the first place, but mostly because they got too distracted at the end with those purikura. Just thinking about those innocent tiny photo stickers turned his face red like a tomato again.
The young boy gave Yamapi a seriously freaked out look and bit his lip. The older singer though, calmly told the other that they must have forgotten them at the café where they’d stopped for refreshments.
Koyama had a hard time believing any word Yamapi said. “Oh Yamapi…?? How can you just leave a bag of potatoes behind??” He gave Tegoshi a serious look as well and sighed. In the end, because he knew the young idols were quite honest guys, normally, he couldn’t really doubt Yamapi’s words and gave in understandingly.
Tegoshi and Yamapi both were relieved that Koyama bought the story even though they knew they had just lied to their friend and band member, which brought a funny feeling upon them. Maybe this alien feeling wasn’t about their lie at all though, Yamapi wondered as his absent gaze fell on Tegoshi who sat across one of the large kitchen tables. The older man just couldn’t help but stare at his delicate hands which lay folded over the wooden table. He stared as the younger boy played with his fingers out of boredom or maybe nervousness? Yamapi didn’t know, of course, but he liked how slowly and carefully he moved one digit around the other and sometimes tapped on the back of his hand.
He liked the younger’s hands and fingers a lot, as strange as this must sound but he simply thought they were pretty, as pretty as the rest of Tegoshi. He liked the dark brown dots that graced some of his fingers ever so playfully, and he liked the soft feeling of his skin when he’d hold his hand. It always gave him that familiar jolt of pleasure whenever they’d brush against each other’s by accident. Yamapi knew how ridiculous that sounded as well and whenever he ended up thinking about touching Tegoshi, his brain suddenly went blank and his skin started to tingle in the most uncomfortable way possible.
After a moment he decided he should go and find something else to keep him busy for a while, he already had spent way too much time with Tegoshi today. Not that he didn’t enjoy being around Tegoshi, no it was more like he needed to be close to Tegoshi but that part had started to freak him out recently.
Before he could get up Yamapi was caught in motion as he lifted his head and their eyes met. Tegoshi from across the table smiled at him shyly before biting his lips and slowly letting go with his teeth. His tongue darted out slightly and he ran it over his lower lip in a habitual manner. He too felt that sort of feeling which shouldn’t be there and he wondered if it was because of their lying to Koyama and Shige or something else. After all he had spent a crazy afternoon with Yamapi at the arcade. He loved the arcade and running around like a kid, but something else happened that kept him wondering what all of today meant. How could he forget this wicked kiss inside the purikura machine? The very thought about touching Yamapi’s skin with his lips made his stomach twist all over again. He tired to look away and lowered his head as he pressed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip once more.
Yamapi noticed that Tegoshi didn’t seem to feel perfectly fine right now but hardly dared to ask. He looked away, moved as planned and slowly left the room. It didn’t feel right to leave Tegoshi behind without a single exchange of words though, and so the older man stopped and turned around. As he came back the spot Tegoshi had been sitting was empty now.
“Where did he go?” Yamapi asked himself surprised, and started to walk aimlessly through the kitchen. He felt like he had to find him no matter what, but when he thought about what he would want to say to him once he did, he stopped his movements. Leaning against the kitchen counter he sighed and fisted his shirt in annoyance, he had no clue how to proceed. Proceed with the next hour, the rest of today and whatever kind of friend,-relationship Tegoshi and he were in right now.
“Yamashita-kun?”
A sweet and very familiar voice coming from the door caught the older singer’s attention.
“Oi Tegoshi!?”
The younger boy smiled and turned to open the fridge, “Thought you went upstairs?” he asked casually before he grabbed a bottle of red vitamin water and shut it behind him again.
“Nah, yeah, well I was about to …but then I became a bit ..hungry.” Yamapi fiddled with his shirt before letting go abruptly again, unsure of what to answer.
“I see. What are you having?” The younger boy asked rather cheerfully again and walked toward the balcony door, one hand on the handle and his gaze fixated at Yamapi. “I’ll go play or rather practice outside a little. Koyama said our match later is still on, but first he has to pick up Shige from the police station.”
Yamapi’s irritated look turned quickly into a smirk, “I kinda feel sorry for Koyama now…”
Tegoshi nodded and watched Yamapi walk up to him. Without wasting another second the older man asked if he could help Tegoshi practice. Tegoshi rather wanted to be alone right now but all he could do was sigh at that smile, voice and the other’s look; just as expected Tegoshi couldn’t refuse.
Tegoshi smiled; his ball flew higher than before and it looked like the best hit he had done ever since the first time he took a tennis racket in his hands. “Did you see that??” he shouted excitedly and ran toward the net.
Yamapi’s deep eyes met his. The older man smiled back at him from behind the other side and Tegoshi felt like he could soar to the sky right now. He could literally feel the tension rising up inside of him just at the simple look in Yamapi’s eyes.
The older man spoke as softly as cotton candy and Tegoshi could literally taste the sweetness on his tongue. But the words that left Yamapi’s lips weren’t as cute as Tegoshi had wished to hear.
“I saw it, but only for a second then the ball was gone, which means you simply trashed it far too high or maybe even in the wrong direction again. Maybe both.” Yamapi let out a low laugh, “Even with such far hits we won’t be able to win you know. I doubt your technique is good at all..”
“But you don’t even know how to play yourself Yamashita-kun!” Tegoshi suddenly shouted at the older man. He couldn’t believe he dared to speak to like him like that. This was just too depressing again and he wished to throw away that racket and never see it again. Ever.
The older man smirked at the boy behind the net. “Well, I don’t care how wrong your technique is but we should try to win at least.”
But Tegoshi wasn’t all that amused anymore and snapped back, the politeness toward his leader faded with every syllable that left his tongue. “How do we do that then? Do you have any plan?? Because…let me remind you that neither of us has any clue how to play that stupid game!”
Yamapi let out a soft giggle and rubbed the back of his head, “We should start by keeping the ball inside the field.”
“Mouu….” Tegoshi turned around annoyed, “I tried. Damnit I tried.” He really hated this game by now, nothing seemed to work and he still sucked at it. He normally didn’t suck at sports and games and all that, because Tegoshi normally was a natural talent at anything, or so he thought.
He wasn’t about to give up just yet, but with every new failed attempt of scoring, even at practice rounds with someone who also had not the slightest idea how to play properly, let his motivation sink.
With a smile never leaving his lips, Yamapi watched the younger as he ran around the tennis court slightly frustrated, throwing balls in every direction possible. Of course Yamapi rather enjoyed seeing the young boy in his happy mode but he totally dug Tegoshi’s irritated and pouty expressions he made at the tennis racket and him on the other side of the net.
Yamapi liked the way he threw his arms around in frustration every time he missed the small ball the older man would throw toward him. He liked the sounds Tegoshi made whenever he hit the ball but it would come back flying toward him, because he hit the center of the net once again. Many of his hits didn’t make it over the net at all, and with every time that happened Tegoshi would now yell out and curse in annoyance and anger.
Yamapi couldn’t decide what was cuter, the way Tegoshi could curse or how he would stick out his tongue at the tennis ball whenever it didn’t make it over the net and fell straight to the ground. Yamapi had quite some time to think about all kinds of things and watch Tegoshi’s expressions carefully, because the younger’s balls hardly ever made it in the right direction for Yamapi to actually get a chance of hitting them. Nothing of this of course helped their practice, yet the older singer had a hard time to actually care about it.
He cheered the younger on though, with loud calls and chants, but he wondered if Tegoshi even took notice of it because simply nothing helped to upgrade his game.
After another missed hit Tegoshi ran for the next ball. He gave it all he had when suddenly the younger man fell to the ground. He twisted his leg as he tried to hit one of the high balls Yamapi managed to throw back after Tegoshi finally managed to get the ball over the net. Yamapi watched shocked as Tegoshi literally flew across the tennis court and he wished the boy’s hit wouldn’t have gone over the net for a change, so he couldn’t have hit it that high and far to make him fall. It was his entire fault, Yamapi thought as he immediately ran toward the younger boy who now lay stretched out on the floor.
“Ouch…” Tegoshi whimpered a little before biting his lip. Yamapi kneeled down next to him and without hesitation he brought his hand to the underside of the boy’s chin. He lifted the other’s head carefully and just enough for him to see where he was hurt. Their eyes met and Yamapi smiled relieved when he saw there was no sign of blood. He asked if he was alright and Tegoshi nodded as he let Yamapi guide him into a sitting position.
“Ouch,..” Tegoshi let out another low whimper when he felt a sudden pain struck his leg. He looked down on his ankle, wondering if he had hurt himself after all. He didn’t like the idea of being hurt, and less did he like the thought of not being able to play against the others as they had planned. Of course he knew he sucked at tennis but he never wanted to refuse a challenge and this wasn’t the time to have a broken leg anyways.
Yamapi sat down next to Tegoshi and asked where exactly it hurt. The younger boy shrugged and cursed a little before looking back at Yamapi. The older man gently placed his arm around Tegoshi’s waist from behind, before bringing his other hand to his knee. He stared down at Tegoshi and gave him a caring look. He had no intentions of creating a weird or awkward atmosphere, especially since Tegoshi must be hurt, he just couldn’t help but feel so damn attracted to the younger man. These sensations he felt were so intense that he wasn’t even sure anymore if he felt his body heat rise because of the sun or the other’s closeness.
No matter what it was that caused his temporary breakdown again, he knew he had to make sure Tegoshi was fine in the first place. Anything else at the back of his mind had to wait for a better timing. “Damnit.” Yamapi cursed barely audible but caught Tegoshi’s attention nevertheless.
“I’m sorry Yamashita-kun..” low words left Tegoshi’s lips, his eyes still locked on the older man’s.
“What?” Yamapi’s eyes widened in surprise, “You are ok, right?”
“Probably,” The boy nodded, realizing his foot should be more than ok, nevertheless he felt that saddening pain inside his chest as Yamapi’s deep eyes stared at him with his caring look, “but I totally suck at this game, sorry for bothering you all afternoon as well.”
Yamapi smirked a little; he just couldn’t help but feel amused at the other’s clearly crushed expression. It was of course somehow painful to watch a non-smiling Tegoshi but he simply looked too adorable with his curled lips like that and his almost watery eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asked teasingly, “The arcade? The shopping center? The potato lie or failing at tennis so badly?”
“Eh, Yamashtia-kun,…” Tegoshi sighed and lowered his head, away from those piercing eyes that turned his brain into goo and forced his stomach to cramp. “All of it. I’m sorry for everything I bothered you with, Yamashita-kun.”
“Look at me Tegoshi,” Yamapi whispered and gently lifted the boy’s head with his fingers under Tegoshi’s chin, “…do I look angry?”
Yamapi gave him the sweetest smile he could manage and the younger boy shook his head a little, unsure what to reply though, because he didn’t want to make any wrong moves anymore. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Yamapi to be nice to him or angry. He didn’t know if he wanted Yamapi to yell at him or walk away in silent, but he knew something was about to happen when Yamapi never unlocked his eyes from his. The other’s look always gave him these foreign sensations, it felt exciting and scary at the same time, causing every inch of his body to tingle with something he hadn’t experienced in any other situation.
“Of course I am not angry, not at all.” Yamapi gave the other another reassuring smile, while comfortingly caressing his cheek with the palm of his hand. “And I don’t care if you suck at tennis or anything else, I swear.”
No matter how badly he wanted to taste Tegoshi again he refrained from simply throwing himself on the boy and kissing him fully on the lips. Yamapi somehow felt the deep responsibility to protect him and their friendship, or whatever was left of hat now. The younger boy’s attitude and everything around him though made it very very difficult for Yamapi to resist and hold himself back, but he did so nevertheless.
Why? He asked himself many times, probably because he was a pro; or so he hoped.
Tegoshi’s heart jumped at the interesting and mostly exciting feeling of Yamapi’s slender fingers lightly move along his cheek in circles. His toes curled inside his tennis shoes at the intense sensations he felt as those fingers brushed against his ear and his slightly trembling thumb ghosted over his lip. Tegoshi never thought that a simple touch of someone’s hand on his face could feel so amazingly intense and addicting. He wished to feel those soft but strong hands to brush against other parts of his body, he wished to feel Yamapi’s hands to touch him where he’d never let anyone else touch him. Tegoshi then suddenly wondered if that was a bad thing and even possible.
“Do you believe me?”
Yamapi’s soft voice reached his ear and he snapped out of his daydream. He wasn’t sure what the older man had said but nodded anyways.
“You do?” Yamapi asked curiously, a smirk on his lips. He noticed the boy spaced out just a second ago and felt quite flattered and amused at the same time. Tegoshi reached out and grabbed the other’s white shirt with his hand and fisted it gently. He didn’t intend on hurting him or being harsh and hoped he neither of it occurred. “I believe you.” He whispered back, which earned him the soft smile he longed to see in response.
All Tegoshi could see and think of were his lips; his red lush lips. The way the older man looked at him irritated Tegoshi as much as it turned him on. It made him shrug slightly though, because he never had thought about using that very term in connection with his sempai before but after they even shared a kiss and another he couldn’t help but feel attracted all the more.
The way Yamapi’s lips moved against his, caring and passionate yet wanting and needy. These sensations rushing through his body, drugging him like something out of this world; he simply needed to feel it again.
He couldn’t read Yamapi’s eyes right now and neither could he make out his intentions but it was more than impossible to ask and find out, right? Instead he forgot everything around them and pulled himself closer to Yamapi, pulling at his shirt roughly until they were face to face. He let his other hand drop on his lap and Yamapi’s hand, which had been holding on to his cheek, clumsily fell over his shoulder. Visibly surprised by Tegoshi’s action, the older man though didn’t move away when he pressed his lips against his, and let him close the space between them instead.
There it was again, this drugging feeling that quickly clouded his mind the instant he felt Yamapi’s soft lips move against his, plush and not the slightest innocent. The way the older man replied his kiss, eagerly sucking and licking at his lips before nipping at the corner of his mouth was just too much to handle. Soft moans escaped Tegoshi and made him grab at Yamapi’s arm and neck to pull him even closer.
Those feelings were too much and too intense and yet he longed to feel even more and be closer to the other’s body. Yamapi too must have felt the same; he thought, as far as he could sort his thoughts, because he hadn’t been pushed away until now and instead pressed closer against the other as well.
Tegoshi made clear that he needed to breathe and pulled away enough to regain his senses, but Yamapi’s wet tongue against his lips didn’t make it easy for him to focus on something else but kissing him again. The older man ran his tongue along the corner of Tegoshi’s mouth, devouring the sweet and prickling taste of his band member.
Not very long ago, Yamapi wouldn’t have ever believed that someone could have this incredible addicting taste, scent and everything, but now he knew that Tegoshi was simply impossible. The softness of his lips was out of this world, and how they tingled when he touched them with his warm tongue drove him wild. He couldn’t understand how someone had this effect over him, but it didn’t seem that important during those moments he could actually feel the boy in his arms.
When Tegoshi claimed his mouth again, sucking at his lower lip ever so sensuously he poked out his tongue once more and pressed the very tip of it invitingly against the other’s mouth. For some reason Yamapi didn’t approve not being in lead predominantly; although he had to admit it felt incredible when the boy sucked at his lips like that. A smallest moan trickled past his lips as Tegoshi once more let him gain access to his mouth. His fingertips tingled and his stomach twisted at the sensation of the younger’s tongue lapping at his, reaching for any inch he was able to touch. Yamapi couldn’t imagine something better than their lips clashing against one another, this particular sensation was far better than anything he could remember.
Yamapi never had any intentions of turning this into a make out session, not only because they could be seen any moment but also because it had been just the most impossible timing ever. Apparently Tegoshi could hardly care less though and it surprised him a little, just a little though because he could feel how badly the other wanted this too. He had no idea what exactly he meant by “this” but there was still time to find out, wasn’t there?
FIN.
Ah…
I FOUND THIS; Just cracked me up when I pictured Pi here…
My doubles partner’s really bad.
We never win. It makes me mad.
I’d trade him but he’d get so sad.
Part of some strange tennis poem <3
Xxx