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Title: Long, Dark RP of the Soul
Series: Hyoutei Pie, part 6 of 7. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Rating: NC17
Characters: Ohtori, Hiyoshi, and ... you'll never guess. Ok, you will.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is Konomi-sensei's strange invention.
Author's note: Dedicated to Nozomi_chan.
*
Hiyoshi glanced at the clock. Almost 4 AM, and Ohtori still wasn't back.
Hiyoshi would ordinarily be concerned, but he was kind of preoccupied. A week ago he'd discovered his new weird addiction, Lord of the Rackets online roleplaying games. He'd signed up, thinking there would be nothing but ping pong matches and interschool rivalries, but discovered to his embarrassment (and secret delight) that he could actually pretend to have sex in these things. There was a huge community of people online who loved the idea of a whole team of gay ping pong players, and Hiyoshi quickly lost himself in the Lord of the Rackets online RP world...
At present, he was in the middle of an RP scene. It was getting pretty erotic. Someone was playing the tall, earnest guy with the powerful serve to Hiyoshi's short, surly guy, and they'd finally gotten the plot to the point where the two characters were going to engage in some hot and heavy petting. Despite his earlier handjob (had it really happened? The whole event had been so surreal), Hiyoshi's dick was getting erect while writing it. His hardness had nothing much to do with online RPing, and everything to do with his vivid imagination, which was painting a far too realistic picture of what these two Lord of the Rackets boys were about to do to each other.
datamadness: Earnest sat down on Surly's bed. He took Surly's hand and placed it on his hard dick, trapped down a leg of his pants. "See what you do to me?" Earnest said, his normally polite voice all deep and husky. "And this is just from watching you change at night."
Hiyoshi shivered. He could totally picture the scene. He paused a moment to think. Surly would probably not just roll over for this guy -- but since it was pretend sex, why not? Hiyoshi would make Surly put up a token fight, and then...Hiyoshi squirmed a bit in anticipation.
notashroom: Surly scowled at Earnest. "Weren't you just confessing your love to your double's partner?" He wasn't going to settle for being Earnest's boy on the side while he dated someone else.
datamadness: (Ha ha. You remembered that portion of the book very clearly, didn't you. It had not escaped my own mind, but other data lead me to believe that Earnest might also be attracted to Surly. I am wondering if the author is pointing toward the possibility of a threesome).
Hiyoshi paused and considered it. Threesomes were hot to RP, but totally wouldn't work in real life. This was fiction, however -- perhaps datamadness had a point.
datamadness: Earnest looked torn and slightly troubled. "Yes. I do love my senpai. But I feel for you as well. How could I not? We've been living together for several years, now, and I find you...completely...cute."
Hiyoshi winced. Surly hated being called cute. Damn; now sex was a little farther away. Hiyoshi's mind worked furiously. How could he continue to keep Surly in character while keeping open the possibility for getting some action? Not that Hiyoshi had a one-track-mind, or anything. He just really wanted Surly and Earnest to resolve their relationship issues.
But Hiyoshi heard a voice from behind him.
"Surly would hate being called cute," Ohtori said, his voice very quiet.
"GAAAAAH." Hiyoshi jumped out of his seat. "Choutaroh. What the fuck are you doing reading over my shoulder?" Hiyoshi's face was the color of a Senbatsu uniform. He moved protectively in front of his laptop screen, trying to hide the conversation. "Did you have a nice evening with Shishido-senpai?" Hiyoshi added in an insultingly bland tone. "He sure kept you out late."
Hiyoshi noted that Ohtori had bedhead. His lips were bruised and wet. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his shirt buttons were misaligned. He looked totally debauched. But Ohtori ignored Hiyoshi's question.
"Earnest wouldn't say that to Surly." Ohtori moved to sit on Hiyoshi's bed, elbows on the desk. He rested his head on his hands and staring at Hiyoshi with eyes all dark and serious. "Earnest would say, 'I'm sorry I confused you. I've been confused myself for a long time, because I have feelings for you both.'"
Hiyoshi's breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to reply, but heard a small beep coming from his computer. Oh -- the RP scene. Shit.
datamadness: (Hello?)
Hiyoshi cleared his throat. "I -- uh, I have to respond to him."
"Don't let me keep you," Ohtori said, but stayed right where he was, chin pillowed on his hands, staring at Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi was still red-faced. He was probably that color all the way down to his...
notashroom: (sorry)
notashroom: Surly felt a little angry at being called cute. Cute was for girls. Cute was for puppies. "Senpai -- do you find him 'cute' too? Is that why you spent all night with him last night?"
Ohtori glanced at Hiyoshi's reply and nodded. "Earnest stayed out all night," Ohtori said, "because he'd spend all those hours making out with his senpai. But while he was kissing, Earnest couldn't help thinking that he wished -- he wanted -- to share all of that with Surly too. His heart was big enough for both his classmate and his doubles partner, and he wished that there was some way he didn't have to choose one over the other."
datamadness: "I don't just want him, Surly. I want you too. Very much." Earnest crawled forward, pressing Surly unavoidably down against the mattress, wrapping fingers around Surly's wrists to hold him still and pressing himself against Surly's body. "Can you feel how much I want you?"
Hiyoshi's face burned. The porn was starting, and Ohtori was sitting right there, staring at every exchange.
"D-do you mind giving me a little privacy? This is the first action I've gotten in..." Hm. Actually, Hiyoshi had just gotten a handjob, hadn't he. He let the rest of that sentence trail off and hoped Ohtori wouldn't notice.
Ohtori nodded. "I mind." And in another second, he swiveled Hiyoshi's laptop in his direction and typed something.
notashroom: (I am very sorry. Something has come up and I need to put this on hold.)
datamadness: (Duly noted. I have some data I should consult about the scene anyway.)
Hiyoshi stood, eyes flashing, arms crossing over his chest. "Now that was unforgivable. What the hell were you thinking?"
Ohtori stood a moment later, staring down at Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi found that his eyes were totally transfixed by Ohtori's third button, which was in the second buttonhole from the top.
"I didn't lie to you. That was my first kiss." Ohtori's voice was extra quiet and polite, which meant that he was feeling extremely emotional. Hiyoshi knew this from years of experience.
"Really?" Hiyoshi's eyes snapped fire. "Shishido-senpai didn't seem to think so. And I saw your real first kiss from a front-row seat."
Ohtori walked even closer, but Hiyoshi stood his ground. Ohtori put his hands on Hiyoshi's shoulder with a firm (almost too firm) pressure. "Waka -- . Yes, I like Shishido-senpai. Doesn't change the fact that I still like you. I just...wasn't quite planning on telling you both in that particular way."
Hiyoshi dropped his head and rubbed at his eyes. "And Shishido-senpai said, 'I'll go ahead and share'? Yeah, I don't think so." Hiyoshi's voice was an unhappy mutter. "This isn't Lord of the Rackets. People don't share so easily, and I doubt that Shishido-senpai would want to let you go. I know I wouldn't --"
And then Hiyoshi's back impacted the wall, and Ohtori's body kept it there. "I didn't give him a choice," Ohtori said, and his voice was as firm as his kiss a moment later. Hiyoshi noted with a rush of shameful lust that this time, Ohtori's lips were still swollen from Shishido's mouth. And this time, Ohtori didn't stop with just their lips. In fact, it seemed he'd learned a thing or two in the hours they'd been apart, because Ohtori was gently and expertly slipping his tongue into Hiyoshi's mouth and finding Hiyoshi's own tongue, and then Hiyoshi's entire body ached because it was all so wet and hot and deep and soft (and hard).
Hiyoshi kissed back in a hungry daze. He wondered if kisses constituted sex, because sticking your tongue inside of someone else's head was probably the most intimate thing he'd ever done (including the handjob).
But then Hiyoshi found the will to shove Ohtori back for a moment. "Wait. Wait... I have strong reservations about Shishido-senpai putting me on his...nnnnnhhhh...shit list...Ahhhhh...what're you doing, Choutaroh?"
"It's just that your pants are unzipped," Ohtori muttered, a little huskily. His fingertips were actually toying with the fly.
Hiyoshi looked down, eyelashes covering his gaze. "Oh. Yeah. I'd forgotten about that."
"About what?" That dangerously quiet voice again.
Hiyoshi shivered. "When I left here, Jiroh-senpai found me after I'd accidentally tripped in the hall, and then he..." Or had he? Hiyoshi had woken up in Jiroh's bed, but perhaps the whole thing had been a dream?
"And then he...what?"
"R-rubbed our...penises together until we both... Choutaroh, you look scary." Ohtori's eyes held the most seme-like expression that Hiyoshi had ever seen, in or out of manga.
And then Hiyoshi's head was getting tilted up by a hand fisting in his hair, and Ohtori's mouth settled somewhere about an inch below Hiyoshi's right ear as he pressed a kiss to the tendon that grew harder and harder and harder until it bordered on the painful.
"Stop!"
Ohtori didn't quite stop at Hiyoshi's injunction, and Hiyoshi knew he was being given the biggest, reddest hickey in team history.
Hiyoshi clenched Ohtori's shoulder nerve in the time-honored Vulcan/kobujutsu death-grip and ripped him away. "What," Hiyoshi asked tensely, "is everyone going to say to me tomorrow at the goddamned party?"
Ohtori had the grace to look sheepish, but his eyes danced. "Shishido-senpai's is on the left side."
*
Inui of Seigaku sighed. It was clear that his RP partner had gone AFK rather permanently. He wondered sometimes about what went on behind the scenes -- and screens -- of these RP sessions. He pushed himself away from his computer and stared at the ceiling. He was done with his homework. He could always call Tezuka and pester him.
But then he heard a ping from his computer.
notashroom: (hi. this is shroom's boyfriend. i'd like to politely ask you to keep your RPing to PG-rated scenes.)
Inui blinked.
datamadness: This is a game. If we RP sex, it is hardly real.
notashroom: don't listen to that idiot (he isn't my boyfriend) he stole the keyboard and -- I'd simply appreciate it if you maintained some distance around that subject. I'll make sure shroom does the sa -- sorry about that datamadness, i'm going to have to have a firm talk with -- I'm going to go make out with my boyfriend a little more now. Have a good night.
Inui stared at the screen, and then shook his head. Some people took this way too seriously.
And then another little window popped up onto his screen.
buggywhipshot: Senpai. Wanna play?
Inui smiled.
datamadness: Of course, Kaidoh. What did you have in mind?
Series: Hyoutei Pie, part 6 of 7. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Rating: NC17
Characters: Ohtori, Hiyoshi, and ... you'll never guess. Ok, you will.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is Konomi-sensei's strange invention.
Author's note: Dedicated to Nozomi_chan.
*
Hiyoshi glanced at the clock. Almost 4 AM, and Ohtori still wasn't back.
Hiyoshi would ordinarily be concerned, but he was kind of preoccupied. A week ago he'd discovered his new weird addiction, Lord of the Rackets online roleplaying games. He'd signed up, thinking there would be nothing but ping pong matches and interschool rivalries, but discovered to his embarrassment (and secret delight) that he could actually pretend to have sex in these things. There was a huge community of people online who loved the idea of a whole team of gay ping pong players, and Hiyoshi quickly lost himself in the Lord of the Rackets online RP world...
At present, he was in the middle of an RP scene. It was getting pretty erotic. Someone was playing the tall, earnest guy with the powerful serve to Hiyoshi's short, surly guy, and they'd finally gotten the plot to the point where the two characters were going to engage in some hot and heavy petting. Despite his earlier handjob (had it really happened? The whole event had been so surreal), Hiyoshi's dick was getting erect while writing it. His hardness had nothing much to do with online RPing, and everything to do with his vivid imagination, which was painting a far too realistic picture of what these two Lord of the Rackets boys were about to do to each other.
datamadness: Earnest sat down on Surly's bed. He took Surly's hand and placed it on his hard dick, trapped down a leg of his pants. "See what you do to me?" Earnest said, his normally polite voice all deep and husky. "And this is just from watching you change at night."
Hiyoshi shivered. He could totally picture the scene. He paused a moment to think. Surly would probably not just roll over for this guy -- but since it was pretend sex, why not? Hiyoshi would make Surly put up a token fight, and then...Hiyoshi squirmed a bit in anticipation.
notashroom: Surly scowled at Earnest. "Weren't you just confessing your love to your double's partner?" He wasn't going to settle for being Earnest's boy on the side while he dated someone else.
datamadness: (Ha ha. You remembered that portion of the book very clearly, didn't you. It had not escaped my own mind, but other data lead me to believe that Earnest might also be attracted to Surly. I am wondering if the author is pointing toward the possibility of a threesome).
Hiyoshi paused and considered it. Threesomes were hot to RP, but totally wouldn't work in real life. This was fiction, however -- perhaps datamadness had a point.
datamadness: Earnest looked torn and slightly troubled. "Yes. I do love my senpai. But I feel for you as well. How could I not? We've been living together for several years, now, and I find you...completely...cute."
Hiyoshi winced. Surly hated being called cute. Damn; now sex was a little farther away. Hiyoshi's mind worked furiously. How could he continue to keep Surly in character while keeping open the possibility for getting some action? Not that Hiyoshi had a one-track-mind, or anything. He just really wanted Surly and Earnest to resolve their relationship issues.
But Hiyoshi heard a voice from behind him.
"Surly would hate being called cute," Ohtori said, his voice very quiet.
"GAAAAAH." Hiyoshi jumped out of his seat. "Choutaroh. What the fuck are you doing reading over my shoulder?" Hiyoshi's face was the color of a Senbatsu uniform. He moved protectively in front of his laptop screen, trying to hide the conversation. "Did you have a nice evening with Shishido-senpai?" Hiyoshi added in an insultingly bland tone. "He sure kept you out late."
Hiyoshi noted that Ohtori had bedhead. His lips were bruised and wet. His eyes had dark circles under them, and his shirt buttons were misaligned. He looked totally debauched. But Ohtori ignored Hiyoshi's question.
"Earnest wouldn't say that to Surly." Ohtori moved to sit on Hiyoshi's bed, elbows on the desk. He rested his head on his hands and staring at Hiyoshi with eyes all dark and serious. "Earnest would say, 'I'm sorry I confused you. I've been confused myself for a long time, because I have feelings for you both.'"
Hiyoshi's breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to reply, but heard a small beep coming from his computer. Oh -- the RP scene. Shit.
datamadness: (Hello?)
Hiyoshi cleared his throat. "I -- uh, I have to respond to him."
"Don't let me keep you," Ohtori said, but stayed right where he was, chin pillowed on his hands, staring at Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi was still red-faced. He was probably that color all the way down to his...
notashroom: (sorry)
notashroom: Surly felt a little angry at being called cute. Cute was for girls. Cute was for puppies. "Senpai -- do you find him 'cute' too? Is that why you spent all night with him last night?"
Ohtori glanced at Hiyoshi's reply and nodded. "Earnest stayed out all night," Ohtori said, "because he'd spend all those hours making out with his senpai. But while he was kissing, Earnest couldn't help thinking that he wished -- he wanted -- to share all of that with Surly too. His heart was big enough for both his classmate and his doubles partner, and he wished that there was some way he didn't have to choose one over the other."
datamadness: "I don't just want him, Surly. I want you too. Very much." Earnest crawled forward, pressing Surly unavoidably down against the mattress, wrapping fingers around Surly's wrists to hold him still and pressing himself against Surly's body. "Can you feel how much I want you?"
Hiyoshi's face burned. The porn was starting, and Ohtori was sitting right there, staring at every exchange.
"D-do you mind giving me a little privacy? This is the first action I've gotten in..." Hm. Actually, Hiyoshi had just gotten a handjob, hadn't he. He let the rest of that sentence trail off and hoped Ohtori wouldn't notice.
Ohtori nodded. "I mind." And in another second, he swiveled Hiyoshi's laptop in his direction and typed something.
notashroom: (I am very sorry. Something has come up and I need to put this on hold.)
datamadness: (Duly noted. I have some data I should consult about the scene anyway.)
Hiyoshi stood, eyes flashing, arms crossing over his chest. "Now that was unforgivable. What the hell were you thinking?"
Ohtori stood a moment later, staring down at Hiyoshi.
Hiyoshi found that his eyes were totally transfixed by Ohtori's third button, which was in the second buttonhole from the top.
"I didn't lie to you. That was my first kiss." Ohtori's voice was extra quiet and polite, which meant that he was feeling extremely emotional. Hiyoshi knew this from years of experience.
"Really?" Hiyoshi's eyes snapped fire. "Shishido-senpai didn't seem to think so. And I saw your real first kiss from a front-row seat."
Ohtori walked even closer, but Hiyoshi stood his ground. Ohtori put his hands on Hiyoshi's shoulder with a firm (almost too firm) pressure. "Waka -- . Yes, I like Shishido-senpai. Doesn't change the fact that I still like you. I just...wasn't quite planning on telling you both in that particular way."
Hiyoshi dropped his head and rubbed at his eyes. "And Shishido-senpai said, 'I'll go ahead and share'? Yeah, I don't think so." Hiyoshi's voice was an unhappy mutter. "This isn't Lord of the Rackets. People don't share so easily, and I doubt that Shishido-senpai would want to let you go. I know I wouldn't --"
And then Hiyoshi's back impacted the wall, and Ohtori's body kept it there. "I didn't give him a choice," Ohtori said, and his voice was as firm as his kiss a moment later. Hiyoshi noted with a rush of shameful lust that this time, Ohtori's lips were still swollen from Shishido's mouth. And this time, Ohtori didn't stop with just their lips. In fact, it seemed he'd learned a thing or two in the hours they'd been apart, because Ohtori was gently and expertly slipping his tongue into Hiyoshi's mouth and finding Hiyoshi's own tongue, and then Hiyoshi's entire body ached because it was all so wet and hot and deep and soft (and hard).
Hiyoshi kissed back in a hungry daze. He wondered if kisses constituted sex, because sticking your tongue inside of someone else's head was probably the most intimate thing he'd ever done (including the handjob).
But then Hiyoshi found the will to shove Ohtori back for a moment. "Wait. Wait... I have strong reservations about Shishido-senpai putting me on his...nnnnnhhhh...shit list...Ahhhhh...what're you doing, Choutaroh?"
"It's just that your pants are unzipped," Ohtori muttered, a little huskily. His fingertips were actually toying with the fly.
Hiyoshi looked down, eyelashes covering his gaze. "Oh. Yeah. I'd forgotten about that."
"About what?" That dangerously quiet voice again.
Hiyoshi shivered. "When I left here, Jiroh-senpai found me after I'd accidentally tripped in the hall, and then he..." Or had he? Hiyoshi had woken up in Jiroh's bed, but perhaps the whole thing had been a dream?
"And then he...what?"
"R-rubbed our...penises together until we both... Choutaroh, you look scary." Ohtori's eyes held the most seme-like expression that Hiyoshi had ever seen, in or out of manga.
And then Hiyoshi's head was getting tilted up by a hand fisting in his hair, and Ohtori's mouth settled somewhere about an inch below Hiyoshi's right ear as he pressed a kiss to the tendon that grew harder and harder and harder until it bordered on the painful.
"Stop!"
Ohtori didn't quite stop at Hiyoshi's injunction, and Hiyoshi knew he was being given the biggest, reddest hickey in team history.
Hiyoshi clenched Ohtori's shoulder nerve in the time-honored Vulcan/kobujutsu death-grip and ripped him away. "What," Hiyoshi asked tensely, "is everyone going to say to me tomorrow at the goddamned party?"
Ohtori had the grace to look sheepish, but his eyes danced. "Shishido-senpai's is on the left side."
*
Inui of Seigaku sighed. It was clear that his RP partner had gone AFK rather permanently. He wondered sometimes about what went on behind the scenes -- and screens -- of these RP sessions. He pushed himself away from his computer and stared at the ceiling. He was done with his homework. He could always call Tezuka and pester him.
But then he heard a ping from his computer.
notashroom: (hi. this is shroom's boyfriend. i'd like to politely ask you to keep your RPing to PG-rated scenes.)
Inui blinked.
datamadness: This is a game. If we RP sex, it is hardly real.
notashroom: don't listen to that idiot (he isn't my boyfriend) he stole the keyboard and -- I'd simply appreciate it if you maintained some distance around that subject. I'll make sure shroom does the sa -- sorry about that datamadness, i'm going to have to have a firm talk with -- I'm going to go make out with my boyfriend a little more now. Have a good night.
Inui stared at the screen, and then shook his head. Some people took this way too seriously.
And then another little window popped up onto his screen.
buggywhipshot: Senpai. Wanna play?
Inui smiled.
datamadness: Of course, Kaidoh. What did you have in mind?