The Long Way To Learn a Lesson for Daphnerunning!
Title: The Long Way to Learn a Lesson
Author: huntee_x_huntee
Recipient: daphnerunning
Pairing/Characters: Chitose/Tezuka, Tachibana/Chitose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, some dirty talk
Disclaimer: All Prince of Tennis characters belong to Konomi.
Summary: Chitose tries to get over one handsome boy by trying to get ON another one. As with most things in his life, nothing really goes as planned.
Notes: This is essentially the first real fanfic that I have ever written, so the scope and pacing of the story didn't turn out the way I had envisioned (really, it would've required a lot more exposition and probably a multi-chap fic to do it most justice), but I did the best I could. I tried to fulfill as much as what was wanted in one of the specific prompts that I could, though (at least, I hope the smut is decent, haha). Also, please note that most of the fic takes place in the canonverse New Prince of Tennis U-17 Camp arc, specifically before they play Court 3, which will make a certain line make more sense.
And a quick thank you to feihu for editing.
It was all his little sister’s fault.
Ever since Chitose Senri had arrived at the U-17 training camp and found that Seigaku’s captain had also been invited-to the surprise of no one, but Chitose knew where this would be going for him...-Miyuki had been begging him constantly to snap her a photo of Seigaku's former captain.
“Just google Tezuka if you want to look at pictures of him,” he had told her, exasperated. “Seigaku won the Nationals. They’re famous enough now that you’re bound to get some results.”
“But I want something special!” Miyuki had whined back. “Everyone in my class has seen him play tennis-but only my big brother was talented enough to get invited to the same camp as him. My brother will be lucky enough to be using the same locker room as him and be around him when he's…”
“When he's....?”
By this point, Chitose had gotten the memo. But he needed to hear it.
“Pleeeeaaaaassseeee???!! You’ll be the best best best brother in the world.”
He caved. “Okay, all right. But be good for mom and dad for me while I'm gone.”
“Thank yooouuuu-“
“The things I do for you, sis.” Chitose sighed and hung up the phone.
So Miyuki wanted him to take a photo of Tezuka in a more "personal" setting...
...as in, she wanted him to get Tezuka in his underwear.
As if Chitose needed to sully Tezuka’s perception of him even more. He was positive that Seigaku’s notoriously straight-laced captain already viewed him as “that strange hippie player,” as it seemed that the guy had gone out of his way to avoid him after their match at Nationals (although Miyuki insisted that 'Dorobo-niichan' had told her that there were no hard feelings between them-and when did she get to talk to Tezuka again, anyway?). Now he didn’t even want to imagine what Tezuka would think of him if he found out about what he was planning to do.
Oh well. All he had to do was to avoid being caught. And even if he was-mortifying embarrassment aside-at least he was single again.
--------------
He and Tachibana Kippei had been broken up for almost two years.
For a long time after the accident, things had been awkward between them-or rather, Kippei made things awkward between them. Even after he transferred schools to Shitenhouji, Chitose still tried reaching out to the other boy. After all, even besides having been former teammates and best friends, they had been each other’s’ first loves.
But Kippei had been sullen and unresponsive. After months of short, lackluster phone calls and unanswered texts, Chitose finally gave up on trying to talk to the other boy.
He moved on, endeavoring his best to settle into his new life. In the beginning, he had fallen into several short-lived flings at Shitenhouji, but found that regardless, he never really fit in with the rest of them.
And he was always thinking of Kippei.
--------------
It wasn’t until the Nationals tournament that he and Kippei were finally able to talk again. Chitose’s long-held suspicions about Kippei’s reticence to speak to him were confirmed during their match, when the now captain of Fudomine refused to aim at his blind side, sealing his team’s complete loss.
After the day’s games, they met at a noodle bar for yakisoba.
Chitose took a sip of his noodles and spoke over his bowl: “You still feel guilty about it, don’t you, Kippei?”
Kippei stared ahead expressionlessly. He had insisted upon paying for both of their meals, but his own soba was still untouched.
“You don’t have to feel bad about it anymore, you know,” Chitose continued. “Actually-you never had to feel bad about it. We were playing tennis. It was an accident.”
“Are you seeing anyone?” Kippei asked.
Huh? Chitose was caught off-guard. “No-not right now. I mean, we’ve all been practicing so hard these past months that none of us has had the time to get laid,” he tried at a joke.
Kippei ignored his attempt. “You should date someone,” he said somberly, “I mean it, Chitose.” The blond stared down at his bowl. “You deserve it.”
What was Kippei even trying to DO here? But if the other boy was giving him an opening, he would gladly take it.
“You’re right,” Chitose agreed. “I think I should date someone.” He nudged his chair closer to the other boy’s. “I should date you. Of course, unless you’re seeing someone else.” He laughed and tried to swing an arm around the blond.
“I’m not.” Kippei ducked away from his arm. “No, I’m serious, Chitose. I never deserved you. You…you should be with someone else…someone better than me.” Kippei returned his gaze to his soba but still made no attempt to eat it.
Reluctantly, Chitose withdrew his arm to his side and sighed. “Why are you always like this, Kippei? Always wanting to play the ever-martyr. It’s still about that, isn’t it.” His voice softened as it turned solemn. “Stop beating yourself up over stuff you didn’t mean to happen.”
He tried again at touching Kippei’s shoulder. This time, the other boy flinched, but allowed him to place a hand on his arm. “I still care for you, Kippei,” he said gently. “I still love you.”
Chitose felt Kippei’s shoulders loosen. Encouraged, he attempted again at a joke. “I mean, none of the others even compared to you-“
“’The others?’” Kippei went rigid beneath his fingers.
“What?” Chitose felt a flash of annoyance cross himself. KIPPEI was the one who decided to be an asshole to him after he changed schools. KIPPEI was the one who refused to answer his calls for months. KIPPEI was the one who decided he didn’t want them to be together anymore.
“I was single then, Kippei,” he snapped, more harshly than he had intended. He caught himself, then continued, more soothingly, “But I don’t have to be anymore. If you still feel the same way I do…”
“I mean…I’m glad for you, Chitose. I really am.” Kippei shrugged Chitose’s hand off his shoulder, then turned back to his uneaten soba. “Shitenhouji is a great school…a great team…with great guys. I’m glad you found someone there-I mean, I hope you find someone for you there. It’s fine that you’re going out with other guys. I don’t mind that you’ve moved on, really. I’m not good for you…”
It didn’t matter what he said. Kippei insisted-they couldn’t be together again. So Chitose relented.
“If that’s what you really want, Kippei,” he sighed. “We’ll still be friends.”
“We’ll be friends,” Kippei echoed.
--------------
“So Miyuki wants me to take naked pics of Tezuka for her,” Chitose announced.
He and Kippei were changing together in the locker room after practice at camp. Kippei pulled on his socks and jammed his feet into his sneakers, struggling a bit because of the pre-tied laces.
They were friends again, of course.
After Nationals had ended, Kippei’s whole demeanor had changed. This time, it seemed, for the better. They were back to speaking to each other every other day, texting each other even more frequently. After they had reunited at the U-17 camp, they were inseparable. Things were almost back to the way they were at Shishigaku.
Well, almost.
They still weren’t *together.*
But Kippei hadn’t mentioned it. So Chitose didn’t mention it, and he continued to check out the other guys at camp (Miyuki had been right: there was a really great selection). And true to his word, Kippei didn’t seem to care. (Chitose secretly speculated that he’d had a thing going on with one the Fudomine boys-the one with the too-long bangs…’Kenzo’? ‘Kamiya?’-anyway.)
“Tezuka?” Kippei cocked an eyebrow.
Chitose rolled his eyes and shoved an arm through the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Yep. You know how crazy my sister is.”
“No more crazy than you,” Kippei returned with a small smile. “Tezuka Kunimitsu…well, you can’t say she doesn’t account for taste.”
“Yeah, I won’t lie,“ Chitose grinned wistfully, “Tezuka is as gorgeous as they get. Even I can admit that.”
Kippei bent down to tie his shoelaces, keeping his eyes on the ground. Weren’t his laces already tied? Anyway...
Chitose continued, “I mean, at first, I was checking the guy out for his talent like everyone else. But after getting to play him at Nationals and seeing him up-close-hoo boy, I think I’m checking Tezuka out for a whole other set of reasons now. I mean, wow, what a knockout.” Chitose chuckled and slapped the blond boy’s back. “Watch out, Kippei…this time, I might actually end up enjoying Miyuki’s crazy idea a lot.”
“Yeah…Tezuka a great-looking guy for sure,” the other boy agreed quietly. His tone had shifted from how it was earlier in their conversation. He sounded different…strange.
Could it be, he was--
No. Chitose shook his head. They had agreed they wouldn’t be like *that* regarding each other’s' personal business. Kippei had decided that himself. He was just projecting.
Kippei kept his back to Chitose as he stood up. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” he stated flatly. “I promised Kamio that I’d help him with practice today. Tell Miyuki I said hi.” He grabbed his bag and heaved it over his shoulder, then exited the locker room.
Chitose watched the other boy disappear, still slightly puzzled.
But they had just come from practice…
His reverie was broken by his phone sounding off in his pocket. He quickly pulled his shoes on and checked his messages. It was a text from Miyuki.
“did u get a pic of tezuka yet?”
“im busy rn,” he texted back.
“PLS pls PLS PLS you promised!!! he’s sooo hot!”
“ya, I kno. i said I’ll try. now go help mom with the dishes.”
--------------
God only knew how he wound up in this situation.
‘This situation’ meaning that Tezuka Kunimitsu stood before him in the locker room, arms crossed, brows furrowed, glowering accusatorily. Tezuka had caught Chitose trying to spy on him-again. But this time, it didn’t seem as though Tezuka would be letting him get away with the same excuse.
The rest of the guys had already left following practice, so now the locker room was deserted, save for the two of them. Chitose braced himself, preparing to take an ass-kicking-or at least receive a tongue-lashing-of a lifetime. After all, he deserved it.
Honestly, he had fucked up. Maybe he had been distracted by the grueling overtime practices they had been forced to endure in the weeks after the winning group had been selected to be official members of the U-17. Or maybe he had worn down because of Miyuki’s incessant texts demanding updates on his already dubious mission. Or maybe he had been too preoccupied by his own genuine attraction Tezuka (he, like practically everyone else who had ever encountered Seigaku’s ex-captain, had always found the boy captivatingly-beautiful, this sentiment amplified even more so through weeks of forcing himself to spy on him).
Or maybe it was because Kippei had stopped speaking to him after their conversation in the locker room.
--Of course they still talked. But something was different. They had gone about their daily routines as usual, but aside from some passing small talk during their practices together as Court 5, Kippei hadn’t sought him out to do their usual morning warm-ups together, or for lunch at the hall, or just to hang out in their downtime after dinner.
It had been weeks. Kippei had mentioned something like Kamio had wanted more help with training and that he felt bad about neglecting his former Fudomine teammate since coming to the camp.
However, Chitose knew that wasn't all of it.
At first, he had told himself that he was just imagining it. But, initially, attempting at their usual friendly banter, he had tried jokingly to give Kippei updates on the (lack of) progress in his adventures in spying on Tezuka (Kippei had told him he was fine with him finding other guys attractive and even dating other guys, after all), but Kippei had returned his efforts with half-hearted, curt responses, before making some excuse to shift the conversation, and then eventually leave.
Chitose had figured that Kippei probably was jealous, after all.
But-and he would feel slightly annoyed upon thinking this-it was Kippei’s fault they were in this dilemma, anyway. Kippei was the one who had said that they should find other people.
Yet if only Kippei would just admit it and agree with him that he wanted to get back together…
...but the other boy never said anything. In fact, as Chitose noted exasperatedly, Kippei didn’t say anything his way these days.
Fine by him, then, Chitose figured. With the time he no longer spent playing games with Kippei-literally and figuratively-he decided in dedicating to his pursuit of Tezuka.
After all, he shouldn’t have to punish himself for Kippei’s fucked-up martyr complex. He had a life to live. He was at a camp full of other attractive, hot-blooded guys his age. Tezuka Kunimitsu was damn good to look at. Besides, it wasn’t like he was trying to fuck Tezuka or anything. He was just spying on-watching--Tezuka in order to get a photo of him for Miyuki, being the devoted big brother he was-
--and that was how he wound up in his current predicament.
--------------
“I know you’ve been watching me, Chitose,” Tezuka said.
Chitose blanched. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I’ve known what you’ve been up to since you tried taking a photo of me changing weeks ago, when Fuji and I caught you. Apparently you haven’t had your fill, as you’ve continued to stalk me quite dedicatedly since then.”
“I told you-it’s for my si-sister!” Chitose blustered, too indignantly.
He had no idea how the bespectacled boy always knew these things. He thought he had been tactful in keeping a low profile, hiding himself while he was stalking-watching-Tezuka. Though, as Kippei had always told him, he wasn’t the most careful of people (fuck what Kippei thought, though). “And I wasn’t stalking…”
“Again, with that excuse.” Tezuka exhaled and pressed a finger to his temple.
“You know, Chitose…if you wanted me that badly, you could have just asked.”
“...What?”
Shiraishi could have unwrapped his arm bandages to reveal that his arm was made of solid gold, and it wouldn’t have fazed Chitose in that moment; he was so stunned by the words that had just come out of the infamous Captain Stoic’s mouth.
“M-Maybe I really haven’t been getting enough sleep, but did you just say…”
“Yes, I did. I said that if you wanted me, you could have just asked.” Tezuka sighed again, disconcertingly calm as though he had not just propositioned a near-stranger, and continued, “Instead of getting up every morning before dawn to watch me do stretches, or hiding out in that old, dusty section of the library after dinner to observe me reading. I know your excuse: you wanted to get photos of me while undressed for your little sister. I hope you were aware that in neither of these scenarios was I in any overt state of undress.”
Chitose winced.
Tezuka was right--of course. And he hadn’t realized it. He had been so absorbed in just admiring-observing-Tezuka from a distance, that he had gotten sidetracked from his original mission.
And apparently at some point, the situation had culminated to him no longer pursuing Tezuka for Miyuki, or even for the picture, but for himself.
“W-Well-“
“-well then, what now?” Tezuka finished his expression for him. “Seeing as we’re both here and that this conversation will imminently be reaching its obvious conclusion, why don’t you finally tell me what you’ve been wanting all along?”
Tezuka took a step towards him. “I’ll tell you what I’ve been wanting…”
Before Chitose could respond, he felt the front of his shirt being jerked forward. The rest of his upper body followed, and he stumbled. In the next moment, before he could even reassert his balance, he found himself pressed against Tezuka with the other boy’s hot breath on his cheek.
Tezuka’s mouth moved against his skin in an almost-inaudible whisper.
“…You.”
Chitose’s mouth dropped open, and he felt something warm and wet and foreign enter it.
It was Tezuka’s TONGUE. The tongue that belonged to the secret fantasy of practically everyone in the junior tennis circuit.
He was too shocked to do anything but stand there, frozen, and allow the assault of Tezuka's wet appendage on the insides of his mouth.
It was Tezuka’s tongue. On HIS tongue.
Tezuka Kunimitsu was KISSING him-
Suddenly, Tezuka’s tongue left his mouth, and Chitose felt himself being pushed back.
Tezuka stood before him again, arms crossed, in almost the same stance as he had been at the beginning of their confrontation-turned-something-else. Except that instead of looking accusatory, now Tezuka looked…hurt. Embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” Tezuka murmured. His brown eyes lowered. “If this isn’t what you want, I’ll go. I didn’t mean to-“
~
They were eating yakisoba.
“I still care for you. I still love you.”
“I never deserved you.”
“I don’t mind that you’ve moved on…I’m not good for you…”
“We can’t be together again…”
~
“No,” Chitose said, “I want this.”
This time, he returned Tezuka’s kiss. He wrapped an arm around Tezuka’s waist and gripped the other boy roughly, pushing him backwards into the first row of lockers. Tezuka's back slammed into the steel row. The smaller boy's mouth opened in the beginnings of a surprised gasp, but Chitose caught it with another searing kiss. There, he continued devouring Tezuka’s face, pulling Tezuka's T-shirt off of his body and discarding it haphazardly somewhere on the floor, then shoving his hand down the back of Tezuka’s pants to grope at his ass, his other hand tangling itself in Tezuka’s messy brunet locks.
He had never really gotten to be dominant with Kippei while they were together, despite his taller stature. It was just the way their relationship was, and the way he had liked it. But now, he found himself wanting to overpower, to dominate Tezuka.
He didn’t know if Tezuka was looking especially-delectable at the moment, if it was a result of all the pent-up frustration he’d built about his situation with Kippei, or if it was if it was in him all along.
But it had been a long time.
And now he wanted to FUCK Tezuka.
The fingers entwined in Tezuka’s hair tightened their grip on the brunet’s scalp and pulled. Tezuka gasped into Chitose’s mouth as his head was jerked backwards, exposing his throat. Chitose trailed his lips from Tezuka’s mouth down to his jaw, continuing to lick and nibble on the tender skin, then lower over Tezuka’s bared throat. He leaned in and buried his head into the crook of Tezuka’s neck, breathing in the other boy’s distinct rustic scent, feeling the supple skin of the other boy’s throat pulsing against his cheek as Tezuka moaned softly at his ministrations.
Chitose felt himself hardening. He moved up again, this time licking a sloppy stripe from the tip of Tezuka’s chin down to the base of his neck. Then he bit down-hard-on Tezuka’s collar bone.
Tezuka drew in his breath as Chitose sucked on the skin. A reddened hickie was already forming in the spot. “Please,” the brunet whispered. “Please I wa-want-“
“You want what, Tezuka?” Chitose breathed. “You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?”
He had no idea where the words came from-unsurprisingly, Kippei hadn’t been one for dirty talk while they were together, after all-but it felt good for him to say them. “You want my big cock in your tight ass?”
What turned him on even more than what he was saying was Tezuka’s response.
The usually stoic boy’s face reddened even more, and he twisted his head away in embarrassment. But when the hand that had been molesting Tezuka’s ass reached down the front of his pants to gauge his more “authentic” reaction, Chitose felt Tezuka’s excitement very evident.
Chitose grinned wolfishly. “Want me to suck you off?”
Without waiting for a response from the other boy, he released the grip his other hand had on Tezuka’s hair and dropped to his knees, pulling the waistband of Tezuka’s pants down with him. Tezuka’s cock sprung free, dark and swollen, already at half-mast.
Tezuka’s wasn’t quite as big as Kippei’s, Chitose mused unnecessarily, but it was still quite nice.
And besides, it didn’t really matter. After all, it was Tezuka who would be getting more intimately-acquainted with Chitose’s cock later…
But not now. Chitose took a deep breath, wrapped his mouth around Tezuka’s erection, and swallowed him whole.
Tezuka’s thighs seized up, and he emitted a strangled moan. Chitose felt a brief stinging pain at his scalp, then realized that Tezuka, overcome by passion, was now clutching at his hair. Digging his fingers desperately into Chitose’s wild blue locks, Tezuka began to thrust his hips, forcing his cock further down Chitose’s throat.
Chitose almost choked, both on Tezuka and his own amusement. DAMN, and most of them wouldn’t have even believed the notoriously-deadpan former captain had it in him…
He continued to deep-throat Tezuka while the other boy panted and twisted above him, lost in his own lust. Now would be the best time to- Chitose recalled what Kippei used to do to him to help him relax before they would…Kippei…
Chitose pushed aside his thoughts and continued forward with his task. Still pleasuring Tezuka with his mouth, Chitose reached into his own gym bag with his free hand to search for that item. He rummaged briefly-why did he keep so much crap in his bag when he barely used any of it?….ah, yes, there it was-and pulled it out: herbal hair gel.
Contrary to the presumption of most of his peers, Chitose did spend a bit of his time on his appearance, so he happened to carry a few toiletries around. Albeit, it was indeed a *bit* of his time, so the tube of gel was still mostly full. But all the better for its current purpose.
Chitose uncapped the tube with one hand and squeezed a load of its content onto his fingers. He was still sucking Tezuka when he pressed a finger into the other boy’s entrance.
“Ah!” Tezuka gasped and lurched forward. Chitose’s finger slipped smoothly inside him, and Tezuka's knees nearly buckled. Tezuka scrambled, placing both hands on Chitose’s shoulders to keep himself on his feet.
Chitose continued pumping his finger in and out of Tezuka’s body, the brunet’s erection jerking and swelling in his mouth. Still clinging to him, Tezuka began rocking his hips with renewed vigor, driving himself into Chitose’s mouth, then fucking himself back onto Chitose’s finger.
Chitose felt Tezuka’s entrance relax gradually around him as the brunet's arousal grew. He pushed more of the gel into the other boy's hole, worming his fingers in deeper, loosening the passage even more. Continuing to prepare him, Chitose grabbed Tezuka’s ass with his other hand, feeling the firm cheeks pump and flex with every thrust. His hand traveled further back, tracing the bottom of Tezuka’s crack, then kneaded the tender skin of Tezuka’s swollen scrotum.
He felt the sack tighten beneath his fingers. It was time to move on to the main event.
Chitose withdrew his fingers and spat Tezuka’s cock out.
“Lie down on your back,” he ordered the other boy. “And spread your legs.”
Still trembling in the aftermath of the blowjob, Tezuka obeyed and lowered himself backwards onto the floor, supporting his weight on his elbows and the base of his spine. Tezuka started to spread his creamy thighs, presenting his gorgeously-swollen cock and balls, his asscheeks parting to reveal just a hint of his winking entrance.
This was amazing.
Tezuka was amazing.
But looking at Tezuka’s flushed face, breathtakingly beautiful in his lust, Chitose felt only guilt.
What am I DOING? What would KIPPEI think about this?
Chitose shook his head mentally. Why do I even CARE what Kippei would think about this? He doesn’t care if I fuck another guy. He wants me to move on. He wants me to…Kippei wants…he doesn’t want me…Kippei…
“I changed my mind,” Chitose said.
Tezuka looked startled. “Do you not want to-“
“Turn over. On your hands and knees. Ass up.”
Tezuka blinked, still confused, but did as he was bidden. Sprawled on all fours, head down, legs spread, ass in the air, erection dark between his thighs, his wet stretched hole completely-exposed-Seigaku’s captain displayed his lewdest spectacle yet.
But the image absolved Chitose for the first time since their encounter began.
He didn’t want to see Tezuka’s face.
It would have been anyone’s fantasy to see Tezuka’s face lost in ecstasy like he would have had the privilege to in a few moments. But, as Chitose assumed his position behind Tezuka, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to help but to think of Kippei.
So he didn’t want to see Tezuka’s face.
“I'm gonna fuck you from behind,” Chitose declared, more as a reassurance to himself. In a show of pseudo bravado, he roughly grabbed the sides of Tezuka's hips, trying to ignore his own shaking hands. He felt the other boy tense beneath his touch.
Tezuka was nervous…they both were nervous. After all, he had rarely been on *this* end when it came to his and Kippei’s relationship-
--but it didn’t matter how it had been with him and Kippei.
Presently, he had Tezuka Kunimitsu at his literal fingertips. He would make it work, somehow.
Chitose kneaded Tezuka’s hips soothingly, until he felt the other boy’s muscles relax. “Do you do this often?” he asked, his voice gentler than it had been before. “I mean-do you have experience in being on *this* side of it?”
Tezuka nodded and managed, “Yes…it’s all right…I’m usually…like this…w-when I’m with…Atobe....”
ATOBE? Chitose, like everyone else with a functioning cerebral cortex, had thought that Tezuka couldn’t stand Hyotei’s egotistical ex-captain…and now they were sleeping together? (Plus, wasn’t Tezuka with Fuji, anyway?...)
Then again, he would have never conceived that there would ever be a context in a hundred lifetimes where he would be on the floor, about to mount a naked and needy Tezuka Kunimitsu. But here he was…
Chitose wasn’t given time to ponder the new bit of information any further. Tezuka pushed his hips back, causing his asscheek to smack against Chitose’s bobbing erection. Panting, the bespectacled brunet lowered his head to the floor and pleaded, “Hurry…put it in me, Chitose.”
Chitose almost exploded right there. As if he could wait any longer.
He shoved a final three fingers back into Tezuka, working him again until he felt the other boy was ready. Then, hastily slicking himself with his other hand, he positioned his cock at Tezuka’s entrance and pushed.
Tezuka’s walls opened quickly to accept him inside in a smooth slide. Then, just as abruptly, they contracted around him again, creating the most indescribably heavenly suction.
Chitose's eyes almost rolled back. The feeling was incredible.
Almost as incredible was Tezuka’s reaction as he took Chitose’s length in. The beautiful brunet’s breath hitched, his long eyelashes fluttering, his whole body tightening reflexively. Tezuka waited for the taller boy to regain his senses, then exhaled in a lustful, needy groan: “Please, Chitose-move!”
Chitose didn’t need to be told. His first several thrusts were shallow, as he allowed Tezuka time to adjust. He reached a hand below Tezuka’s stomach, feeling the other boy’s dripping cock, gripping it, and stroking it slowly.
“You like this?” Chitose hissed. He continued to grind lasciviously against the other boy’s ass.
“Yesssss,” Tezuka breathed back. Chitose felt Tezuka’s erection swell rapidly in his hand. The brunet began to hump back against him. “Please, Chitose…don’t hold back…I’m ready...fuck me.”
Again--he didn't need to be told. Chitose let loose and plunged in whole.
Tezuka cried out as he was speared open, ass forced to swallow the other boy’s entire length in one stroke. Tezuka threw his head to the ground, spreading his thighs even wider to accept the full motion of Chitose’s thrusts, groaning and bucking wildly into Chitose’s palm. As Chitose continued to slam in and out of Tezuka, the room filled with the slick sounds of both boys’ slapping skin and wanton moans.
Chitose was overwhelmed with the sights, sounds, and sensations of his present-Tezuka’s back writhing and glistening in front of him, Tezuka’s ass impaling itself over and over again onto his cock, Tezuka’s scorching heat constricting around him, Tezuka’s cock throbbing in his grasp, Tezuka’s keening mouth whimpering and begging him for, “More…yes….harder…”
Chitose was in heaven.
Nothing mattered other than Tezuka and Tezuka’s body and Tezuka’s ass and his own cock and where they were connected. The other middle-schoolers didn’t matter… their dick of a coach didn’t matter…the high-schoolers didn’t matter …this Godforsaken camp didn’t matter…Kippei didn’t matter…
Chitose grabbed Tezuka’s shoulder and hip, and in a sudden show of solemn strength, he flipped the smaller boy over onto his back.
He wanted to see Tezuka when he came.
Tezuka’s face-wild brown hair plastered all over it, glasses knocked sideways, panting and disheveled-
had never looked more exquisite. Tezuka's cock drooled against his stomach, swollen and throbbing, oozing strings of pre-cum on his abdominals, about to burst. He looked utterly debauched.
“Please” the brunet moaned. He gripped the back of his knees and raised them to his chest, spreading himself open for Chitose. “I’m almost…”
Chitose drove back into Tezuka. This time, he allowed himself to press slobbering bites and kisses on Tezuka’s face, and neck, and nipples. With one hand, he clawed at Tezuka’s hair, twisted at his nipples until they were reddened and erect, then reached beneath him to grab his ass and spread him open even wider. With his other hand, he pumped Tezuka’s cock more vigorously as he continued to piston in and out of the other boy. His own chest pressed against Tezuka’s, he felt the other boy’s pleasured moans reverberating through his skin, spurring him on further.
Chitose’s renewed energy in driving his cock harder and deeper into Tezuka, along with the added friction on Tezuka’s cock of Chitose’s body rutting against it, was too much for the smaller boy.
"F-F-FUCK, I'm com--!!" With a last strangled shout, Tezuka arched off the floor violently, entire body convulsing, and spilled himself into Chitose’s hand.
Chitose felt Tezuka’s passage spasming wildly around him, nearly driving him over the edge as well. He was almost there. Just a few more pumps, and he’d be joining Tezuka…
“What’s going on?”
A deep, familiar voice sounded from the way of the locker room’s entrance.
Chitose stilled, his blood running cold.
Before he could pull himself away from Tezuka, he found himself staring at Kippei, who stared back at them.
For a minute, the whole room was frozen. Then Kippei looked down at Tezuka, who was splayed open on the floor, sated and spent in the aftermath of his orgasm-and then at Chitose, who was still buried in Tezuka.
“I heard someone shouting…so I came.” Both Kippei’s voice and expression were unreadable.
Chitose met Kippei’s eyes with an icy glare. “Well, Kippei, it seems you weren’t the only one who ‘came,’” he returned dryly.
They continued to stare at each other, neither boy saying anything, each daring the other to break the silence.
Finally, someone did.
“Everything’s fine,” Tezuka said.
Tezuka's voice was calm, his tone a startling shift from what it had been just five minutes ago. “Thank you for the concern, Tachibana. You can leave us now.”
Even laid out on the floor, drenched in his own sweat and seed, Tezuka had returned to his usual collected composure.
“Right.”
Without looking back, Kippei exited the locker room, leaving Chitose and Tezuka alone again.
--------------
Chitose felt numb.
What the hell had just happened?
There was a sudden shift of weight in his lower body, shaking Chitose back to his senses. Then he heard a low groan as Tezuka disentangled himself from him. His cock slipped out of Tezuka’s ass, still half-hard.
Tezuka rose to his feet and began toweling the cum off of his stomach. Still on the floor, dumbfounded, Chitose watched the other boy clean himself off in silence.
A full minute passed before finally Tezuka addressed him.
“Do you need this?” Tezuka gestured to his towel.
Chitose blinked. “No. I haven’t…'you know'…yet.”
Tezuka began slipping back into his T-shirt and gym shorts. “I should get going,” he said coolly. “Thanks for this.”
“You’re….welcome?”
Chitose watched as the other boy finished dressing himself. Standing before him, clothed anew, Tezuka looked almost comically-refined, as though he had not just spent the last half hour in various decidedly less refined positions, those same clothes strewn on the ground around him.
Then, without acknowledging him again, Tezuka walked out of the locker room.
--------------
For a long time, Chitose remained on the floor, still trying to process what had just transpired.
Then it hit him.
Tezuka was with Fuji…but Tezuka had mentioned Atobe…and it all made sense now…
And they all had never thought in a million years that Tezuka would be that type of guy.
Chitose almost laughed aloud at himself.
“Motherfucker...I just got USED by Tezuka Kunimitsu.”
He couldn’t even feel sorry for himself. After all, how many of his peers even fantasized that they could say that in the first place? Besides, it wasn’t like anything had gone the way of his expectations today, anyway.
But he still had a hard-on.
“Eh, well,” Chitose mused. “I’ll just head back to my room to take care of it.”
At least it would spare him the indignity of having to remember that he jerked himself off in the same place that Tezuka Kunimitsu had used him as a living dildo, the next time he had to use the locker room. Plus, once he was back there on his bed, maybe he could write the whole thing off as some bizarre wet dream.
Chitose dressed himself, wriggling a bit more in an attempt to stuff his erection into his pants. It didn’t really work, but he hoped that most of them were already at dinner or at the jacuzzi, so they wouldn’t notice him awkwardly hobbling down the dorm hall to get to his room. He pulled his shirt over as much of his front pants as he could-maybe he could just play it off like he was carrying his phone in his…uhh, front belt…or something-and staggered out of the locker room.
--------------
He had no idea how this same thing could happen twice in the same day-within the same hour.
No less than thirty seconds after he had made his way out of the locker room, Chitose found himself slammed against a wall again, lips pried open, another tongue invading his own in a searing kiss.
This time, however, the owner of the tongue was blond.
“I want you back,” Kippei breathed. “Seeing you there…with him…I realized I can’t take it anymore. I made a mistake. Such a big mistake. Please take me back, Senri.”
Before Chitose even had the time to catch his breath, much less formulate a coherent response, Kippei dropped to his knees in front of him and yanked down his pants. Then, he found himself engulfed in a mind-blowing wet heat.
Chitose almost keeled over from the unexpected and overwhelming sensation, but felt a pair of familiar, strong hands grasp his hips and hold him upright, steadying his weight against the wall.
“Shit, Kippei,” he groaned. “Someone’s going to see!”
“Don’t care,” Kippei mumbled, words slurred. “I don’t care if the whole camp sees me on my knees, with your cock in my mouth. I love you. Always have.”
Nobody was going to see. They were in that secluded area right outside the locker room, next to the storage cabinet, that nobody ever went to. Besides, everyone was probably already at dinner.
Though Kippei was currently having something else for dinner.
Kippei’s tongue worked Chitose’s cock expertly. He trailed his tongue over the bottom of the head, coming up to toy with the slit, then pulled away to spit onto his erection, working the saliva over Chitose’s whole length with a hand, then dove down on him again, swallowing him whole. His other hand played with Chitose’s balls, slipped lower, massaging his perineum and eliciting a choked yelp from the blue-haired boy, then pressed against his hole, nudging a finger inside.
Maybe it was the residual erection he still had from his incomplete encounter with Tezuka (--no, that wasn’t only it). Or maybe it was because it had been so long since he had been with someone in such familiarity, in such intimacy. Or maybe it was because the boy currently on his knees before him knew exactly which places on him--and in him--to work.
He blew all over Kippei’s face in two minutes.
“Holy shit, Kippei, I’m sorry,” was all he could muster afterwards.
Kippei pulled back his head, blinking at a particularly sizable glob of semen that had landed on his right eye.
“I guess you were the one to hit me in the eye this time, Chitose” he said.
It was an awful attempt at humor.
But it was Kippei.
Spent, Chitose sank to his knees next to the blond. For a minute, he could do nothing but just try to catch his breath again. Then he flung his arms around Kippei, embracing his former lover with his whole body, laughing.
Kippei stilled for a moment. Then, hesitantly, he wrapped his own arms around Chitose, returning the blue-haired boy’s embrace. Face pressed into Kippei’s shoulder, Chitose felt the other boy’s shoulders shake in silent and familiar laughter, as well.
He didn’t care that his pants were still pooled at his feet, freshly-deflated cock dangled out for all the world to see. Or that Kippei’s handsome visage was still covered in his cum, which he could feel was already getting into his own hair as it stayed squashed against the other boy’s face.
They looked ridiculous.
But they were them again.
“Did you mean it, Kippei?” Chitose asked after their laughter had subsided. His voice grew quieter, unsure. “What you said…when you were…”
“…About how I wanted you to take me back? Or about how I didn’t care if the whole camp saw me on my knees with your cock in my mouth?” Kippei smiled. “Or about how I’ve always loved you?”
Chitose felt warm, familiar hands press against both sides of his face.
Then Kippei answered with that deep, slow kiss that he had been missing all these years.
“Because I meant all of it.”
--------------
They were forty-five minutes late for dinner. All that was left for them was some nearly-dried rice bentos and cold chicken teriyaki. But it was the best meal that Chitose had had in weeks.
He and Kippei were sitting together again.
They were together again.
Still, he had to own up to that other thing.
Chitose picked at his rice. “About Tezuka…” he began hesitantly. Kippei was still chowing down his teriyaki, no reaction visible. So he continued, “I really was doing it for Miyuki…at first. I admit that, yeah, over time, I started actually finding him attractive. But still, I had no idea something like that was going to happen-honestly, I still can’t even believe that it happened-and I’m really, really sorry you had to walk in on that…”
He felt a reassuring hand clasp his own and looked up to see Kippei smiling that familiar, golden smile at him.
“It’s okay, Chitose,” he said. “I get it-you would’ve been crazy to turn him down. As I've said before, everyone thinks Tezuka is hot. Hell, as much as I’ve been in love with you, even I would have jumped at that opportunity“
-“Heyyy!” Chitose jerked his hand away from the blond’s in mock indignance-
“Besides…“ Kippei’s voice turned serious “…It was my fault for pushing you away in the first place. I thought I was punishing myself for hurting you. But it turned out, instead, that I was hurting you even more and punishing you for my selfishness. I should be the one to apologize.”
Before Chitose could respond, Kippei pulled out his phone.
“Here,” he said, flipping it open. “I come bearing offerings. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”
Chitose peered down at what Kippei’s phone displayed. He almost choked on his rice.
“You took a picture?” he gawked incredulously at Kippei. “Of Tezuka?!”
There Tezuka Kunimitsu was: his hair a disarrayed halo around his face; his graceful neck flexed, displaying the perfectly-toned muscles beneath; his face as beautiful as ever in the aftermath of his ecstasy...
...his sweaty, gleaming, naked body spread on the floor.
Kippei must have snapped a photo of Tezuka sometime after he had walked in on them in the locker room. Chitose couldn’t stop gaping.
“Something to forever commemorate this ‘special event’ in your life,” Kippei remarked with a wry grin. “I think Miyuki might be quite pleased with it, too. You might want to crop out some of the more incriminating ‘parts’ before sending it to her, though.”
And that was how Chitose Senri became the best best best brother in the world, how Tachibana Kippei earned back a boyfriend, and how Tezuka Kunimitsu learned to stop fucking guys he barely knew in public places.
~FIN~
Author: huntee_x_huntee
Recipient: daphnerunning
Pairing/Characters: Chitose/Tezuka, Tachibana/Chitose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, some dirty talk
Disclaimer: All Prince of Tennis characters belong to Konomi.
Summary: Chitose tries to get over one handsome boy by trying to get ON another one. As with most things in his life, nothing really goes as planned.
Notes: This is essentially the first real fanfic that I have ever written, so the scope and pacing of the story didn't turn out the way I had envisioned (really, it would've required a lot more exposition and probably a multi-chap fic to do it most justice), but I did the best I could. I tried to fulfill as much as what was wanted in one of the specific prompts that I could, though (at least, I hope the smut is decent, haha). Also, please note that most of the fic takes place in the canonverse New Prince of Tennis U-17 Camp arc, specifically before they play Court 3, which will make a certain line make more sense.
And a quick thank you to feihu for editing.
It was all his little sister’s fault.
Ever since Chitose Senri had arrived at the U-17 training camp and found that Seigaku’s captain had also been invited-to the surprise of no one, but Chitose knew where this would be going for him...-Miyuki had been begging him constantly to snap her a photo of Seigaku's former captain.
“Just google Tezuka if you want to look at pictures of him,” he had told her, exasperated. “Seigaku won the Nationals. They’re famous enough now that you’re bound to get some results.”
“But I want something special!” Miyuki had whined back. “Everyone in my class has seen him play tennis-but only my big brother was talented enough to get invited to the same camp as him. My brother will be lucky enough to be using the same locker room as him and be around him when he's…”
“When he's....?”
By this point, Chitose had gotten the memo. But he needed to hear it.
“Pleeeeaaaaassseeee???!! You’ll be the best best best brother in the world.”
He caved. “Okay, all right. But be good for mom and dad for me while I'm gone.”
“Thank yooouuuu-“
“The things I do for you, sis.” Chitose sighed and hung up the phone.
So Miyuki wanted him to take a photo of Tezuka in a more "personal" setting...
...as in, she wanted him to get Tezuka in his underwear.
As if Chitose needed to sully Tezuka’s perception of him even more. He was positive that Seigaku’s notoriously straight-laced captain already viewed him as “that strange hippie player,” as it seemed that the guy had gone out of his way to avoid him after their match at Nationals (although Miyuki insisted that 'Dorobo-niichan' had told her that there were no hard feelings between them-and when did she get to talk to Tezuka again, anyway?). Now he didn’t even want to imagine what Tezuka would think of him if he found out about what he was planning to do.
Oh well. All he had to do was to avoid being caught. And even if he was-mortifying embarrassment aside-at least he was single again.
--------------
He and Tachibana Kippei had been broken up for almost two years.
For a long time after the accident, things had been awkward between them-or rather, Kippei made things awkward between them. Even after he transferred schools to Shitenhouji, Chitose still tried reaching out to the other boy. After all, even besides having been former teammates and best friends, they had been each other’s’ first loves.
But Kippei had been sullen and unresponsive. After months of short, lackluster phone calls and unanswered texts, Chitose finally gave up on trying to talk to the other boy.
He moved on, endeavoring his best to settle into his new life. In the beginning, he had fallen into several short-lived flings at Shitenhouji, but found that regardless, he never really fit in with the rest of them.
And he was always thinking of Kippei.
--------------
It wasn’t until the Nationals tournament that he and Kippei were finally able to talk again. Chitose’s long-held suspicions about Kippei’s reticence to speak to him were confirmed during their match, when the now captain of Fudomine refused to aim at his blind side, sealing his team’s complete loss.
After the day’s games, they met at a noodle bar for yakisoba.
Chitose took a sip of his noodles and spoke over his bowl: “You still feel guilty about it, don’t you, Kippei?”
Kippei stared ahead expressionlessly. He had insisted upon paying for both of their meals, but his own soba was still untouched.
“You don’t have to feel bad about it anymore, you know,” Chitose continued. “Actually-you never had to feel bad about it. We were playing tennis. It was an accident.”
“Are you seeing anyone?” Kippei asked.
Huh? Chitose was caught off-guard. “No-not right now. I mean, we’ve all been practicing so hard these past months that none of us has had the time to get laid,” he tried at a joke.
Kippei ignored his attempt. “You should date someone,” he said somberly, “I mean it, Chitose.” The blond stared down at his bowl. “You deserve it.”
What was Kippei even trying to DO here? But if the other boy was giving him an opening, he would gladly take it.
“You’re right,” Chitose agreed. “I think I should date someone.” He nudged his chair closer to the other boy’s. “I should date you. Of course, unless you’re seeing someone else.” He laughed and tried to swing an arm around the blond.
“I’m not.” Kippei ducked away from his arm. “No, I’m serious, Chitose. I never deserved you. You…you should be with someone else…someone better than me.” Kippei returned his gaze to his soba but still made no attempt to eat it.
Reluctantly, Chitose withdrew his arm to his side and sighed. “Why are you always like this, Kippei? Always wanting to play the ever-martyr. It’s still about that, isn’t it.” His voice softened as it turned solemn. “Stop beating yourself up over stuff you didn’t mean to happen.”
He tried again at touching Kippei’s shoulder. This time, the other boy flinched, but allowed him to place a hand on his arm. “I still care for you, Kippei,” he said gently. “I still love you.”
Chitose felt Kippei’s shoulders loosen. Encouraged, he attempted again at a joke. “I mean, none of the others even compared to you-“
“’The others?’” Kippei went rigid beneath his fingers.
“What?” Chitose felt a flash of annoyance cross himself. KIPPEI was the one who decided to be an asshole to him after he changed schools. KIPPEI was the one who refused to answer his calls for months. KIPPEI was the one who decided he didn’t want them to be together anymore.
“I was single then, Kippei,” he snapped, more harshly than he had intended. He caught himself, then continued, more soothingly, “But I don’t have to be anymore. If you still feel the same way I do…”
“I mean…I’m glad for you, Chitose. I really am.” Kippei shrugged Chitose’s hand off his shoulder, then turned back to his uneaten soba. “Shitenhouji is a great school…a great team…with great guys. I’m glad you found someone there-I mean, I hope you find someone for you there. It’s fine that you’re going out with other guys. I don’t mind that you’ve moved on, really. I’m not good for you…”
It didn’t matter what he said. Kippei insisted-they couldn’t be together again. So Chitose relented.
“If that’s what you really want, Kippei,” he sighed. “We’ll still be friends.”
“We’ll be friends,” Kippei echoed.
--------------
“So Miyuki wants me to take naked pics of Tezuka for her,” Chitose announced.
He and Kippei were changing together in the locker room after practice at camp. Kippei pulled on his socks and jammed his feet into his sneakers, struggling a bit because of the pre-tied laces.
They were friends again, of course.
After Nationals had ended, Kippei’s whole demeanor had changed. This time, it seemed, for the better. They were back to speaking to each other every other day, texting each other even more frequently. After they had reunited at the U-17 camp, they were inseparable. Things were almost back to the way they were at Shishigaku.
Well, almost.
They still weren’t *together.*
But Kippei hadn’t mentioned it. So Chitose didn’t mention it, and he continued to check out the other guys at camp (Miyuki had been right: there was a really great selection). And true to his word, Kippei didn’t seem to care. (Chitose secretly speculated that he’d had a thing going on with one the Fudomine boys-the one with the too-long bangs…’Kenzo’? ‘Kamiya?’-anyway.)
“Tezuka?” Kippei cocked an eyebrow.
Chitose rolled his eyes and shoved an arm through the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Yep. You know how crazy my sister is.”
“No more crazy than you,” Kippei returned with a small smile. “Tezuka Kunimitsu…well, you can’t say she doesn’t account for taste.”
“Yeah, I won’t lie,“ Chitose grinned wistfully, “Tezuka is as gorgeous as they get. Even I can admit that.”
Kippei bent down to tie his shoelaces, keeping his eyes on the ground. Weren’t his laces already tied? Anyway...
Chitose continued, “I mean, at first, I was checking the guy out for his talent like everyone else. But after getting to play him at Nationals and seeing him up-close-hoo boy, I think I’m checking Tezuka out for a whole other set of reasons now. I mean, wow, what a knockout.” Chitose chuckled and slapped the blond boy’s back. “Watch out, Kippei…this time, I might actually end up enjoying Miyuki’s crazy idea a lot.”
“Yeah…Tezuka a great-looking guy for sure,” the other boy agreed quietly. His tone had shifted from how it was earlier in their conversation. He sounded different…strange.
Could it be, he was--
No. Chitose shook his head. They had agreed they wouldn’t be like *that* regarding each other’s' personal business. Kippei had decided that himself. He was just projecting.
Kippei kept his back to Chitose as he stood up. “I’m sorry, I have to go,” he stated flatly. “I promised Kamio that I’d help him with practice today. Tell Miyuki I said hi.” He grabbed his bag and heaved it over his shoulder, then exited the locker room.
Chitose watched the other boy disappear, still slightly puzzled.
But they had just come from practice…
His reverie was broken by his phone sounding off in his pocket. He quickly pulled his shoes on and checked his messages. It was a text from Miyuki.
“did u get a pic of tezuka yet?”
“im busy rn,” he texted back.
“PLS pls PLS PLS you promised!!! he’s sooo hot!”
“ya, I kno. i said I’ll try. now go help mom with the dishes.”
--------------
God only knew how he wound up in this situation.
‘This situation’ meaning that Tezuka Kunimitsu stood before him in the locker room, arms crossed, brows furrowed, glowering accusatorily. Tezuka had caught Chitose trying to spy on him-again. But this time, it didn’t seem as though Tezuka would be letting him get away with the same excuse.
The rest of the guys had already left following practice, so now the locker room was deserted, save for the two of them. Chitose braced himself, preparing to take an ass-kicking-or at least receive a tongue-lashing-of a lifetime. After all, he deserved it.
Honestly, he had fucked up. Maybe he had been distracted by the grueling overtime practices they had been forced to endure in the weeks after the winning group had been selected to be official members of the U-17. Or maybe he had worn down because of Miyuki’s incessant texts demanding updates on his already dubious mission. Or maybe he had been too preoccupied by his own genuine attraction Tezuka (he, like practically everyone else who had ever encountered Seigaku’s ex-captain, had always found the boy captivatingly-beautiful, this sentiment amplified even more so through weeks of forcing himself to spy on him).
Or maybe it was because Kippei had stopped speaking to him after their conversation in the locker room.
--Of course they still talked. But something was different. They had gone about their daily routines as usual, but aside from some passing small talk during their practices together as Court 5, Kippei hadn’t sought him out to do their usual morning warm-ups together, or for lunch at the hall, or just to hang out in their downtime after dinner.
It had been weeks. Kippei had mentioned something like Kamio had wanted more help with training and that he felt bad about neglecting his former Fudomine teammate since coming to the camp.
However, Chitose knew that wasn't all of it.
At first, he had told himself that he was just imagining it. But, initially, attempting at their usual friendly banter, he had tried jokingly to give Kippei updates on the (lack of) progress in his adventures in spying on Tezuka (Kippei had told him he was fine with him finding other guys attractive and even dating other guys, after all), but Kippei had returned his efforts with half-hearted, curt responses, before making some excuse to shift the conversation, and then eventually leave.
Chitose had figured that Kippei probably was jealous, after all.
But-and he would feel slightly annoyed upon thinking this-it was Kippei’s fault they were in this dilemma, anyway. Kippei was the one who had said that they should find other people.
Yet if only Kippei would just admit it and agree with him that he wanted to get back together…
...but the other boy never said anything. In fact, as Chitose noted exasperatedly, Kippei didn’t say anything his way these days.
Fine by him, then, Chitose figured. With the time he no longer spent playing games with Kippei-literally and figuratively-he decided in dedicating to his pursuit of Tezuka.
After all, he shouldn’t have to punish himself for Kippei’s fucked-up martyr complex. He had a life to live. He was at a camp full of other attractive, hot-blooded guys his age. Tezuka Kunimitsu was damn good to look at. Besides, it wasn’t like he was trying to fuck Tezuka or anything. He was just spying on-watching--Tezuka in order to get a photo of him for Miyuki, being the devoted big brother he was-
--and that was how he wound up in his current predicament.
--------------
“I know you’ve been watching me, Chitose,” Tezuka said.
Chitose blanched. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I’ve known what you’ve been up to since you tried taking a photo of me changing weeks ago, when Fuji and I caught you. Apparently you haven’t had your fill, as you’ve continued to stalk me quite dedicatedly since then.”
“I told you-it’s for my si-sister!” Chitose blustered, too indignantly.
He had no idea how the bespectacled boy always knew these things. He thought he had been tactful in keeping a low profile, hiding himself while he was stalking-watching-Tezuka. Though, as Kippei had always told him, he wasn’t the most careful of people (fuck what Kippei thought, though). “And I wasn’t stalking…”
“Again, with that excuse.” Tezuka exhaled and pressed a finger to his temple.
“You know, Chitose…if you wanted me that badly, you could have just asked.”
“...What?”
Shiraishi could have unwrapped his arm bandages to reveal that his arm was made of solid gold, and it wouldn’t have fazed Chitose in that moment; he was so stunned by the words that had just come out of the infamous Captain Stoic’s mouth.
“M-Maybe I really haven’t been getting enough sleep, but did you just say…”
“Yes, I did. I said that if you wanted me, you could have just asked.” Tezuka sighed again, disconcertingly calm as though he had not just propositioned a near-stranger, and continued, “Instead of getting up every morning before dawn to watch me do stretches, or hiding out in that old, dusty section of the library after dinner to observe me reading. I know your excuse: you wanted to get photos of me while undressed for your little sister. I hope you were aware that in neither of these scenarios was I in any overt state of undress.”
Chitose winced.
Tezuka was right--of course. And he hadn’t realized it. He had been so absorbed in just admiring-observing-Tezuka from a distance, that he had gotten sidetracked from his original mission.
And apparently at some point, the situation had culminated to him no longer pursuing Tezuka for Miyuki, or even for the picture, but for himself.
“W-Well-“
“-well then, what now?” Tezuka finished his expression for him. “Seeing as we’re both here and that this conversation will imminently be reaching its obvious conclusion, why don’t you finally tell me what you’ve been wanting all along?”
Tezuka took a step towards him. “I’ll tell you what I’ve been wanting…”
Before Chitose could respond, he felt the front of his shirt being jerked forward. The rest of his upper body followed, and he stumbled. In the next moment, before he could even reassert his balance, he found himself pressed against Tezuka with the other boy’s hot breath on his cheek.
Tezuka’s mouth moved against his skin in an almost-inaudible whisper.
“…You.”
Chitose’s mouth dropped open, and he felt something warm and wet and foreign enter it.
It was Tezuka’s TONGUE. The tongue that belonged to the secret fantasy of practically everyone in the junior tennis circuit.
He was too shocked to do anything but stand there, frozen, and allow the assault of Tezuka's wet appendage on the insides of his mouth.
It was Tezuka’s tongue. On HIS tongue.
Tezuka Kunimitsu was KISSING him-
Suddenly, Tezuka’s tongue left his mouth, and Chitose felt himself being pushed back.
Tezuka stood before him again, arms crossed, in almost the same stance as he had been at the beginning of their confrontation-turned-something-else. Except that instead of looking accusatory, now Tezuka looked…hurt. Embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” Tezuka murmured. His brown eyes lowered. “If this isn’t what you want, I’ll go. I didn’t mean to-“
~
They were eating yakisoba.
“I still care for you. I still love you.”
“I never deserved you.”
“I don’t mind that you’ve moved on…I’m not good for you…”
“We can’t be together again…”
~
“No,” Chitose said, “I want this.”
This time, he returned Tezuka’s kiss. He wrapped an arm around Tezuka’s waist and gripped the other boy roughly, pushing him backwards into the first row of lockers. Tezuka's back slammed into the steel row. The smaller boy's mouth opened in the beginnings of a surprised gasp, but Chitose caught it with another searing kiss. There, he continued devouring Tezuka’s face, pulling Tezuka's T-shirt off of his body and discarding it haphazardly somewhere on the floor, then shoving his hand down the back of Tezuka’s pants to grope at his ass, his other hand tangling itself in Tezuka’s messy brunet locks.
He had never really gotten to be dominant with Kippei while they were together, despite his taller stature. It was just the way their relationship was, and the way he had liked it. But now, he found himself wanting to overpower, to dominate Tezuka.
He didn’t know if Tezuka was looking especially-delectable at the moment, if it was a result of all the pent-up frustration he’d built about his situation with Kippei, or if it was if it was in him all along.
But it had been a long time.
And now he wanted to FUCK Tezuka.
The fingers entwined in Tezuka’s hair tightened their grip on the brunet’s scalp and pulled. Tezuka gasped into Chitose’s mouth as his head was jerked backwards, exposing his throat. Chitose trailed his lips from Tezuka’s mouth down to his jaw, continuing to lick and nibble on the tender skin, then lower over Tezuka’s bared throat. He leaned in and buried his head into the crook of Tezuka’s neck, breathing in the other boy’s distinct rustic scent, feeling the supple skin of the other boy’s throat pulsing against his cheek as Tezuka moaned softly at his ministrations.
Chitose felt himself hardening. He moved up again, this time licking a sloppy stripe from the tip of Tezuka’s chin down to the base of his neck. Then he bit down-hard-on Tezuka’s collar bone.
Tezuka drew in his breath as Chitose sucked on the skin. A reddened hickie was already forming in the spot. “Please,” the brunet whispered. “Please I wa-want-“
“You want what, Tezuka?” Chitose breathed. “You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?”
He had no idea where the words came from-unsurprisingly, Kippei hadn’t been one for dirty talk while they were together, after all-but it felt good for him to say them. “You want my big cock in your tight ass?”
What turned him on even more than what he was saying was Tezuka’s response.
The usually stoic boy’s face reddened even more, and he twisted his head away in embarrassment. But when the hand that had been molesting Tezuka’s ass reached down the front of his pants to gauge his more “authentic” reaction, Chitose felt Tezuka’s excitement very evident.
Chitose grinned wolfishly. “Want me to suck you off?”
Without waiting for a response from the other boy, he released the grip his other hand had on Tezuka’s hair and dropped to his knees, pulling the waistband of Tezuka’s pants down with him. Tezuka’s cock sprung free, dark and swollen, already at half-mast.
Tezuka’s wasn’t quite as big as Kippei’s, Chitose mused unnecessarily, but it was still quite nice.
And besides, it didn’t really matter. After all, it was Tezuka who would be getting more intimately-acquainted with Chitose’s cock later…
But not now. Chitose took a deep breath, wrapped his mouth around Tezuka’s erection, and swallowed him whole.
Tezuka’s thighs seized up, and he emitted a strangled moan. Chitose felt a brief stinging pain at his scalp, then realized that Tezuka, overcome by passion, was now clutching at his hair. Digging his fingers desperately into Chitose’s wild blue locks, Tezuka began to thrust his hips, forcing his cock further down Chitose’s throat.
Chitose almost choked, both on Tezuka and his own amusement. DAMN, and most of them wouldn’t have even believed the notoriously-deadpan former captain had it in him…
He continued to deep-throat Tezuka while the other boy panted and twisted above him, lost in his own lust. Now would be the best time to- Chitose recalled what Kippei used to do to him to help him relax before they would…Kippei…
Chitose pushed aside his thoughts and continued forward with his task. Still pleasuring Tezuka with his mouth, Chitose reached into his own gym bag with his free hand to search for that item. He rummaged briefly-why did he keep so much crap in his bag when he barely used any of it?….ah, yes, there it was-and pulled it out: herbal hair gel.
Contrary to the presumption of most of his peers, Chitose did spend a bit of his time on his appearance, so he happened to carry a few toiletries around. Albeit, it was indeed a *bit* of his time, so the tube of gel was still mostly full. But all the better for its current purpose.
Chitose uncapped the tube with one hand and squeezed a load of its content onto his fingers. He was still sucking Tezuka when he pressed a finger into the other boy’s entrance.
“Ah!” Tezuka gasped and lurched forward. Chitose’s finger slipped smoothly inside him, and Tezuka's knees nearly buckled. Tezuka scrambled, placing both hands on Chitose’s shoulders to keep himself on his feet.
Chitose continued pumping his finger in and out of Tezuka’s body, the brunet’s erection jerking and swelling in his mouth. Still clinging to him, Tezuka began rocking his hips with renewed vigor, driving himself into Chitose’s mouth, then fucking himself back onto Chitose’s finger.
Chitose felt Tezuka’s entrance relax gradually around him as the brunet's arousal grew. He pushed more of the gel into the other boy's hole, worming his fingers in deeper, loosening the passage even more. Continuing to prepare him, Chitose grabbed Tezuka’s ass with his other hand, feeling the firm cheeks pump and flex with every thrust. His hand traveled further back, tracing the bottom of Tezuka’s crack, then kneaded the tender skin of Tezuka’s swollen scrotum.
He felt the sack tighten beneath his fingers. It was time to move on to the main event.
Chitose withdrew his fingers and spat Tezuka’s cock out.
“Lie down on your back,” he ordered the other boy. “And spread your legs.”
Still trembling in the aftermath of the blowjob, Tezuka obeyed and lowered himself backwards onto the floor, supporting his weight on his elbows and the base of his spine. Tezuka started to spread his creamy thighs, presenting his gorgeously-swollen cock and balls, his asscheeks parting to reveal just a hint of his winking entrance.
This was amazing.
Tezuka was amazing.
But looking at Tezuka’s flushed face, breathtakingly beautiful in his lust, Chitose felt only guilt.
What am I DOING? What would KIPPEI think about this?
Chitose shook his head mentally. Why do I even CARE what Kippei would think about this? He doesn’t care if I fuck another guy. He wants me to move on. He wants me to…Kippei wants…he doesn’t want me…Kippei…
“I changed my mind,” Chitose said.
Tezuka looked startled. “Do you not want to-“
“Turn over. On your hands and knees. Ass up.”
Tezuka blinked, still confused, but did as he was bidden. Sprawled on all fours, head down, legs spread, ass in the air, erection dark between his thighs, his wet stretched hole completely-exposed-Seigaku’s captain displayed his lewdest spectacle yet.
But the image absolved Chitose for the first time since their encounter began.
He didn’t want to see Tezuka’s face.
It would have been anyone’s fantasy to see Tezuka’s face lost in ecstasy like he would have had the privilege to in a few moments. But, as Chitose assumed his position behind Tezuka, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to help but to think of Kippei.
So he didn’t want to see Tezuka’s face.
“I'm gonna fuck you from behind,” Chitose declared, more as a reassurance to himself. In a show of pseudo bravado, he roughly grabbed the sides of Tezuka's hips, trying to ignore his own shaking hands. He felt the other boy tense beneath his touch.
Tezuka was nervous…they both were nervous. After all, he had rarely been on *this* end when it came to his and Kippei’s relationship-
--but it didn’t matter how it had been with him and Kippei.
Presently, he had Tezuka Kunimitsu at his literal fingertips. He would make it work, somehow.
Chitose kneaded Tezuka’s hips soothingly, until he felt the other boy’s muscles relax. “Do you do this often?” he asked, his voice gentler than it had been before. “I mean-do you have experience in being on *this* side of it?”
Tezuka nodded and managed, “Yes…it’s all right…I’m usually…like this…w-when I’m with…Atobe....”
ATOBE? Chitose, like everyone else with a functioning cerebral cortex, had thought that Tezuka couldn’t stand Hyotei’s egotistical ex-captain…and now they were sleeping together? (Plus, wasn’t Tezuka with Fuji, anyway?...)
Then again, he would have never conceived that there would ever be a context in a hundred lifetimes where he would be on the floor, about to mount a naked and needy Tezuka Kunimitsu. But here he was…
Chitose wasn’t given time to ponder the new bit of information any further. Tezuka pushed his hips back, causing his asscheek to smack against Chitose’s bobbing erection. Panting, the bespectacled brunet lowered his head to the floor and pleaded, “Hurry…put it in me, Chitose.”
Chitose almost exploded right there. As if he could wait any longer.
He shoved a final three fingers back into Tezuka, working him again until he felt the other boy was ready. Then, hastily slicking himself with his other hand, he positioned his cock at Tezuka’s entrance and pushed.
Tezuka’s walls opened quickly to accept him inside in a smooth slide. Then, just as abruptly, they contracted around him again, creating the most indescribably heavenly suction.
Chitose's eyes almost rolled back. The feeling was incredible.
Almost as incredible was Tezuka’s reaction as he took Chitose’s length in. The beautiful brunet’s breath hitched, his long eyelashes fluttering, his whole body tightening reflexively. Tezuka waited for the taller boy to regain his senses, then exhaled in a lustful, needy groan: “Please, Chitose-move!”
Chitose didn’t need to be told. His first several thrusts were shallow, as he allowed Tezuka time to adjust. He reached a hand below Tezuka’s stomach, feeling the other boy’s dripping cock, gripping it, and stroking it slowly.
“You like this?” Chitose hissed. He continued to grind lasciviously against the other boy’s ass.
“Yesssss,” Tezuka breathed back. Chitose felt Tezuka’s erection swell rapidly in his hand. The brunet began to hump back against him. “Please, Chitose…don’t hold back…I’m ready...fuck me.”
Again--he didn't need to be told. Chitose let loose and plunged in whole.
Tezuka cried out as he was speared open, ass forced to swallow the other boy’s entire length in one stroke. Tezuka threw his head to the ground, spreading his thighs even wider to accept the full motion of Chitose’s thrusts, groaning and bucking wildly into Chitose’s palm. As Chitose continued to slam in and out of Tezuka, the room filled with the slick sounds of both boys’ slapping skin and wanton moans.
Chitose was overwhelmed with the sights, sounds, and sensations of his present-Tezuka’s back writhing and glistening in front of him, Tezuka’s ass impaling itself over and over again onto his cock, Tezuka’s scorching heat constricting around him, Tezuka’s cock throbbing in his grasp, Tezuka’s keening mouth whimpering and begging him for, “More…yes….harder…”
Chitose was in heaven.
Nothing mattered other than Tezuka and Tezuka’s body and Tezuka’s ass and his own cock and where they were connected. The other middle-schoolers didn’t matter… their dick of a coach didn’t matter…the high-schoolers didn’t matter …this Godforsaken camp didn’t matter…Kippei didn’t matter…
Chitose grabbed Tezuka’s shoulder and hip, and in a sudden show of solemn strength, he flipped the smaller boy over onto his back.
He wanted to see Tezuka when he came.
Tezuka’s face-wild brown hair plastered all over it, glasses knocked sideways, panting and disheveled-
had never looked more exquisite. Tezuka's cock drooled against his stomach, swollen and throbbing, oozing strings of pre-cum on his abdominals, about to burst. He looked utterly debauched.
“Please” the brunet moaned. He gripped the back of his knees and raised them to his chest, spreading himself open for Chitose. “I’m almost…”
Chitose drove back into Tezuka. This time, he allowed himself to press slobbering bites and kisses on Tezuka’s face, and neck, and nipples. With one hand, he clawed at Tezuka’s hair, twisted at his nipples until they were reddened and erect, then reached beneath him to grab his ass and spread him open even wider. With his other hand, he pumped Tezuka’s cock more vigorously as he continued to piston in and out of the other boy. His own chest pressed against Tezuka’s, he felt the other boy’s pleasured moans reverberating through his skin, spurring him on further.
Chitose’s renewed energy in driving his cock harder and deeper into Tezuka, along with the added friction on Tezuka’s cock of Chitose’s body rutting against it, was too much for the smaller boy.
"F-F-FUCK, I'm com--!!" With a last strangled shout, Tezuka arched off the floor violently, entire body convulsing, and spilled himself into Chitose’s hand.
Chitose felt Tezuka’s passage spasming wildly around him, nearly driving him over the edge as well. He was almost there. Just a few more pumps, and he’d be joining Tezuka…
“What’s going on?”
A deep, familiar voice sounded from the way of the locker room’s entrance.
Chitose stilled, his blood running cold.
Before he could pull himself away from Tezuka, he found himself staring at Kippei, who stared back at them.
For a minute, the whole room was frozen. Then Kippei looked down at Tezuka, who was splayed open on the floor, sated and spent in the aftermath of his orgasm-and then at Chitose, who was still buried in Tezuka.
“I heard someone shouting…so I came.” Both Kippei’s voice and expression were unreadable.
Chitose met Kippei’s eyes with an icy glare. “Well, Kippei, it seems you weren’t the only one who ‘came,’” he returned dryly.
They continued to stare at each other, neither boy saying anything, each daring the other to break the silence.
Finally, someone did.
“Everything’s fine,” Tezuka said.
Tezuka's voice was calm, his tone a startling shift from what it had been just five minutes ago. “Thank you for the concern, Tachibana. You can leave us now.”
Even laid out on the floor, drenched in his own sweat and seed, Tezuka had returned to his usual collected composure.
“Right.”
Without looking back, Kippei exited the locker room, leaving Chitose and Tezuka alone again.
--------------
Chitose felt numb.
What the hell had just happened?
There was a sudden shift of weight in his lower body, shaking Chitose back to his senses. Then he heard a low groan as Tezuka disentangled himself from him. His cock slipped out of Tezuka’s ass, still half-hard.
Tezuka rose to his feet and began toweling the cum off of his stomach. Still on the floor, dumbfounded, Chitose watched the other boy clean himself off in silence.
A full minute passed before finally Tezuka addressed him.
“Do you need this?” Tezuka gestured to his towel.
Chitose blinked. “No. I haven’t…'you know'…yet.”
Tezuka began slipping back into his T-shirt and gym shorts. “I should get going,” he said coolly. “Thanks for this.”
“You’re….welcome?”
Chitose watched as the other boy finished dressing himself. Standing before him, clothed anew, Tezuka looked almost comically-refined, as though he had not just spent the last half hour in various decidedly less refined positions, those same clothes strewn on the ground around him.
Then, without acknowledging him again, Tezuka walked out of the locker room.
--------------
For a long time, Chitose remained on the floor, still trying to process what had just transpired.
Then it hit him.
Tezuka was with Fuji…but Tezuka had mentioned Atobe…and it all made sense now…
And they all had never thought in a million years that Tezuka would be that type of guy.
Chitose almost laughed aloud at himself.
“Motherfucker...I just got USED by Tezuka Kunimitsu.”
He couldn’t even feel sorry for himself. After all, how many of his peers even fantasized that they could say that in the first place? Besides, it wasn’t like anything had gone the way of his expectations today, anyway.
But he still had a hard-on.
“Eh, well,” Chitose mused. “I’ll just head back to my room to take care of it.”
At least it would spare him the indignity of having to remember that he jerked himself off in the same place that Tezuka Kunimitsu had used him as a living dildo, the next time he had to use the locker room. Plus, once he was back there on his bed, maybe he could write the whole thing off as some bizarre wet dream.
Chitose dressed himself, wriggling a bit more in an attempt to stuff his erection into his pants. It didn’t really work, but he hoped that most of them were already at dinner or at the jacuzzi, so they wouldn’t notice him awkwardly hobbling down the dorm hall to get to his room. He pulled his shirt over as much of his front pants as he could-maybe he could just play it off like he was carrying his phone in his…uhh, front belt…or something-and staggered out of the locker room.
--------------
He had no idea how this same thing could happen twice in the same day-within the same hour.
No less than thirty seconds after he had made his way out of the locker room, Chitose found himself slammed against a wall again, lips pried open, another tongue invading his own in a searing kiss.
This time, however, the owner of the tongue was blond.
“I want you back,” Kippei breathed. “Seeing you there…with him…I realized I can’t take it anymore. I made a mistake. Such a big mistake. Please take me back, Senri.”
Before Chitose even had the time to catch his breath, much less formulate a coherent response, Kippei dropped to his knees in front of him and yanked down his pants. Then, he found himself engulfed in a mind-blowing wet heat.
Chitose almost keeled over from the unexpected and overwhelming sensation, but felt a pair of familiar, strong hands grasp his hips and hold him upright, steadying his weight against the wall.
“Shit, Kippei,” he groaned. “Someone’s going to see!”
“Don’t care,” Kippei mumbled, words slurred. “I don’t care if the whole camp sees me on my knees, with your cock in my mouth. I love you. Always have.”
Nobody was going to see. They were in that secluded area right outside the locker room, next to the storage cabinet, that nobody ever went to. Besides, everyone was probably already at dinner.
Though Kippei was currently having something else for dinner.
Kippei’s tongue worked Chitose’s cock expertly. He trailed his tongue over the bottom of the head, coming up to toy with the slit, then pulled away to spit onto his erection, working the saliva over Chitose’s whole length with a hand, then dove down on him again, swallowing him whole. His other hand played with Chitose’s balls, slipped lower, massaging his perineum and eliciting a choked yelp from the blue-haired boy, then pressed against his hole, nudging a finger inside.
Maybe it was the residual erection he still had from his incomplete encounter with Tezuka (--no, that wasn’t only it). Or maybe it was because it had been so long since he had been with someone in such familiarity, in such intimacy. Or maybe it was because the boy currently on his knees before him knew exactly which places on him--and in him--to work.
He blew all over Kippei’s face in two minutes.
“Holy shit, Kippei, I’m sorry,” was all he could muster afterwards.
Kippei pulled back his head, blinking at a particularly sizable glob of semen that had landed on his right eye.
“I guess you were the one to hit me in the eye this time, Chitose” he said.
It was an awful attempt at humor.
But it was Kippei.
Spent, Chitose sank to his knees next to the blond. For a minute, he could do nothing but just try to catch his breath again. Then he flung his arms around Kippei, embracing his former lover with his whole body, laughing.
Kippei stilled for a moment. Then, hesitantly, he wrapped his own arms around Chitose, returning the blue-haired boy’s embrace. Face pressed into Kippei’s shoulder, Chitose felt the other boy’s shoulders shake in silent and familiar laughter, as well.
He didn’t care that his pants were still pooled at his feet, freshly-deflated cock dangled out for all the world to see. Or that Kippei’s handsome visage was still covered in his cum, which he could feel was already getting into his own hair as it stayed squashed against the other boy’s face.
They looked ridiculous.
But they were them again.
“Did you mean it, Kippei?” Chitose asked after their laughter had subsided. His voice grew quieter, unsure. “What you said…when you were…”
“…About how I wanted you to take me back? Or about how I didn’t care if the whole camp saw me on my knees with your cock in my mouth?” Kippei smiled. “Or about how I’ve always loved you?”
Chitose felt warm, familiar hands press against both sides of his face.
Then Kippei answered with that deep, slow kiss that he had been missing all these years.
“Because I meant all of it.”
--------------
They were forty-five minutes late for dinner. All that was left for them was some nearly-dried rice bentos and cold chicken teriyaki. But it was the best meal that Chitose had had in weeks.
He and Kippei were sitting together again.
They were together again.
Still, he had to own up to that other thing.
Chitose picked at his rice. “About Tezuka…” he began hesitantly. Kippei was still chowing down his teriyaki, no reaction visible. So he continued, “I really was doing it for Miyuki…at first. I admit that, yeah, over time, I started actually finding him attractive. But still, I had no idea something like that was going to happen-honestly, I still can’t even believe that it happened-and I’m really, really sorry you had to walk in on that…”
He felt a reassuring hand clasp his own and looked up to see Kippei smiling that familiar, golden smile at him.
“It’s okay, Chitose,” he said. “I get it-you would’ve been crazy to turn him down. As I've said before, everyone thinks Tezuka is hot. Hell, as much as I’ve been in love with you, even I would have jumped at that opportunity“
-“Heyyy!” Chitose jerked his hand away from the blond’s in mock indignance-
“Besides…“ Kippei’s voice turned serious “…It was my fault for pushing you away in the first place. I thought I was punishing myself for hurting you. But it turned out, instead, that I was hurting you even more and punishing you for my selfishness. I should be the one to apologize.”
Before Chitose could respond, Kippei pulled out his phone.
“Here,” he said, flipping it open. “I come bearing offerings. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”
Chitose peered down at what Kippei’s phone displayed. He almost choked on his rice.
“You took a picture?” he gawked incredulously at Kippei. “Of Tezuka?!”
There Tezuka Kunimitsu was: his hair a disarrayed halo around his face; his graceful neck flexed, displaying the perfectly-toned muscles beneath; his face as beautiful as ever in the aftermath of his ecstasy...
...his sweaty, gleaming, naked body spread on the floor.
Kippei must have snapped a photo of Tezuka sometime after he had walked in on them in the locker room. Chitose couldn’t stop gaping.
“Something to forever commemorate this ‘special event’ in your life,” Kippei remarked with a wry grin. “I think Miyuki might be quite pleased with it, too. You might want to crop out some of the more incriminating ‘parts’ before sending it to her, though.”
And that was how Chitose Senri became the best best best brother in the world, how Tachibana Kippei earned back a boyfriend, and how Tezuka Kunimitsu learned to stop fucking guys he barely knew in public places.
~FIN~