Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Friends & Lovers ❯ Chapter 5

"Friends and Lovers"

~A Game Worth Winning~ "Prince of Tennis" Fanfic Series

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Part: 5

Rating: NC-17/R

Pairings: Ryoma Echizen +/x Takeshi Momoshiro

 

Genre: Fluff & Yaoi Lemon

 

Warnings: Underage characters in homosexual romantic and sexual situations of self-discovery. Characters are written in character according to author's interpretation; Alternate Reality (aka deviant from animated series)

Spoilers: Both characters are currently in high school.

 

Summary: Ryoma and Momo 'make love'.

 

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi.

 

Date Started: July 1, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: December 1, 2004

Word Count: 1308

 

"Friends and Lovers"

Chapter 2 Part 4

 

 

Ryoma & Momo make love--no special reason.

 

It was a day like any other--the grass was still damp from the morning's rain shower, but now the skies had cleared and the sun was slowly roasting the earth. The breeze was the only thing that kept the summer afternoon from becoming truly unbearable.

 

Ah, but it was summer, and that meant no school, at least for another three weeks; life was good. Lazy days, a game of tennis, a dip in the pool, meeting up with the others occasionally, sucking on ice candies or... other treats... like... his boyfriend's chest--

 

"Eh, Ryoma--oooh! That's cold!" the older teen complained as his boyfriend trailed his lemon ice pop across Momoshiro's chest before following the sticky trail with his lips and tongue.

 

"Momo-sempai tastes yummy," the younger teen replied teasingly, his lips following the ice candy lower and lower... over the rippling muscles of Momoshiro's stomach.

 

They were both still damp from their earlier swim, and Momo's swimming trunks weren't adequate enough to hide the older boy's obvious arousal as he writhed against the grass. Ryoma tugged at the waistband and Momo obediently lifted his hips for Ryoma to tug the wet material down his legs. He finished kicking the shorts off himself, shivering as Ryoma's fingers found his length and began stroking.

 

It was several minutes before Ryoma slid the remnants of his Popsicle against Momo's arousal. The older boy shouted as the cold ice touched his privates.

 

"Ah! Shit! Ryoma! Gods, that's cold! What the fu--ahh! Mmn..Oh yeah... That feels good," he ended up moaning.

 

Ryoma pulled back from his slow, languid suck on Momo's cock. "Ne, Takeshi~? Let's go up to my room?"

 

"Eh? Why?"

 

"Because I want to do indecent things to you... *Lots* of indecent things," he murmured, his teasing fingers gently rubbing against Momoshiro's entrance as he shot the boy a questioning look.

 

"You mean--? You want to---?"

 

"Only if you want to," Ryoma answered, brushing his lips against Momo's.

 

The taller teen bounded to his feet. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go--!" he called, already heading back towards the main house.

 

"Wait! Momo-senpai! Your shorts!" Ryoma called after his boyfriend, laughing as he started after the naked boy.

 

*

 

Ryoma locked the bedroom door behind them, panting and still laughing as he moved to adjust the lighting in the room. Then he shucked his trunks, tossing them into a corner with Momo's and turned to face the boy who was watching him from the bed, slowly tugging on his cock.

 

"You sure you're ready for this?" Ryoma asked, grinning down at his boyfriend as he crawled onto the bed. "I don't wanna hear any complaining that I forced you to do something--"

 

"Ryoma, shut up and fuck me already!" Momo growled, pulling his smaller boyfriend over and onto him.

 

"Uh huh," Ryoma corrected, easily settling against him. " 'M gonna make love to you, not fuck you--there's a difference," the freshman informed him seriously.

 

"Then show me," Momo moaned, rubbing his body against Ryoma's.

 

Ryoma was already reaching for the lubricant they kept in his night table.

 

"Plan to," he answered as he poured the slippery substance over his fingers. "Open up."

 

"Mmm... Ryo~ma~"

 

This wasn't the first time they'd touched each other like this, not by a long shot, but in the two years since their relationship had advanced beyond friendship and camaraderie they had never gone all the way--despite what certain other people might have thought.

 

"How's that feel?"

 

Momo stretched, his muscles clamping down and around Ryoma's fingers repetitively and Ryoma grinned. He'd taught Momo to do that--

 

"Good," the older teen answered before asking, "More?"

 

"Greedy," Ryoma laughed at his boyfriend, but he added more lubricant to his fingers before inserting three digits slowly stretching.

 

Ryoma watched his boyfriend's face as his fingers continued to work Momo's body. Mentally, he was trying to decide how best to do this. He wanted Momo's first time to be a lot better than his own had been. Well, at least he was a lot more knowledgeable at 15 than he had been at ten and eleven, but still---!

 

Momo wasn't stupid, either--he'd made sure of that. He knew it had embarrassed his boyfriend, the first couple of times he'd opened a textbook or homework file and found a short story or picture Ryoma had printed from the Internet and hid---just as those same "tokens" had been reciprocated after the first couple of weeks. It had been great fun. Especially when he had shown one very explicit picture Momo had left him to an extremely nosey and annoying Horio--yeah. Seeing the busybody turn beet red before passing out had been a lot of fun.

 

Still, knowledge didn't make up for experience, and although Ryoma had some experience, it wasn't all that good, and he wanted this to be good. For Momo *and* him, both. He didn't want their first time to be doggy-style, and although Ryoma had shot up quite a bit over the last couple of years, Momo was still taller than him---and a lot heavier than Ryoma, too, which ruled out Momo being on top as far as Ryoma was concerned. That left the missionary position--the one that Ryoma was least happy with, but---maybe with Momo---maybe this would work for them.

 

Well, he could hope at any rate.

 

Taking a sturdy breath, Ryoma shifted his weight until he was lying almost completely between Momo's thighs.

 

"Takesh', lift your leg a bit," he directed, tapping his boyfriend behind a knee with his free hand.

 

"Eh? Oh, um, like this okay?" Momo asked, shifting a bit so he could plant a foot on the bed, canting his hips up. The movement jarred Ryoma's fingers, and Momo hissed in pained shock.

 

"Sorry," Ryoma soothed, leaving over to give his boyfriend a kiss as an apology.

 

"S'okay, really," Momo grinned at him, his one open eye sparkling with lust and affection and, yes, there was love there, too. As sappy as it was--Momoshiro loved him, and Ryoma--the big idiot that he was--loved the other boy... almost as much as he loved tennis. That's why he wanted this to be good for them both, but especially for Momo.

 

He eased forward, guiding his cock towards the prepared entrance.

 

"This'll hurt a little bit," he warned.

 

"I know."

 

"Try to relax."

 

"You, too," Momo smiled at him and then his lips formed the shape of the words, although he made no sound, 'I love you.'

 

Golden eyes closed as the breath rushed from Ryoma's chest. He pressed, and met some resistance; withdrew a little bit and then pressed forward again and like that, their bodies fitted together in the most physically intimate way two people can fit.

 

"You okay?"

 

"Yeah. You?"

 

" 'M good."

 

"More?"

 

"Ah."

 

They started slowly, but quickly became more confident of their bodies and their actions. It ended--as all things good and bad must--several minutes later. Ryoma came first, with a choked-off grunted cry. A hand helped Momo reach his own climax shortly thereafter. They lay, panting against one another, tentatively shifting their limbs into more comfortable positions.

 

"That was...good."

 

"Yeah."

 

"We should do it again."

 

"Ah."

 

"You okay?"

 

"Mmhmm."

 

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

 

"Dummy, that's supposed to be my line."

 

"Oh? Is it? Well, I'm fine. Hn. Maybe a little sore, but nothing *bad*..."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Eh? What for?"

 

"Should've been better."

 

"Really? I don't know. I think we did pretty good for our first time playing together. But, I guess if you're not satisfied with your performance we could always practice some more...or a lot more..."

 

"Takeshi?"

 

"Mmm?"

 

"Shut up."

 

Momoshiro laughed, pulling his smaller, smiling lover to him for a kiss. "Make me."

 

~~~*****~~~~

 

 

Tbc....