Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Frivilous ❯ Chapter 1

"Frivolous"

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: R

Pairings: Mukahi Gakuto & Oshitari Yuushi (Shishido & Chotaroh)

Genre: PWP

Warnings: Men over twenty scrumping; MelloDRAMATICS.

Spoilers: takes place way after the series

Summary: It's Gakuto's birthday--his plans and Yuushi's don't seem to be compatible.

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

Date Started: September 21, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: October 14, 2004

Word Count: 2071

"Frivolous" by Andrea Readwolf

Mukahi Gakuto awoke luxuriously naked and slowly. It wasn't often that he actually got to sleep late anymore. Not when there was a huge project running in the labs, but today was his day off. The one day he'd told everyone that he was absolutely not available under any circumstances so don't expect to see him anywhere near the labs.

It was his birthday, after all. The only day of the year that he absolutely refused to work. It wasn't that he ever had anything really *special* planned---other than laying in bed all day and making love to his gorgeous spouse, of course.

His lover was partly responsible for why he was waking up so late this morning, too. Yuushi and he had spent an incredible night making love for hours. It had literally been closer to 5 am (the normal time they usually woke up) before they had exhausted themselves into finally sleeping. They had the rest of the day to pick up where they'd left off.

There was something sinful about just spending an entire day in bed, practically doing nothing. Just sleeping and fucking and maybe bothering to get up to eat something or take a shower. Their work schedules rarely allowed such a thing.

And now it was--Gakuto blinked at the alarm clock--not even ten am and...

He frowned.

He'd already known upon waking that he was alone in the bed, but now he didn't even hear any sounds coming from the rest of the apartment. He sat up in the bed, pushing his hair out of his face.

That's when his eyes fell upon the simple white card with his name scrolled across the front in Yuushi's handwriting.

"Happy Birthday, Love.

I must apologize--I was called in this morning. I'm sorry we won't be able to spend the afternoon together as planned, but I promise to more than make it up to you this evening.

All My Love,

Yuushi"

Gakuto stared at the card, dumbfounded.

Surely he couldn't be serious.

This was not fucking happening, Gakuto thought as he kicked the sheets away and scrambled out of bed.

"Yuushi?" he called, stalking naked into the living area and then into the kitchen.

The two Blue Russians lounging on the couch cocked their heads and creased their eyes open to look at him. The pair had been a previous birthday present several years passed.

"Merow."

Gakuto went a plopped on the couch next to them, pulling his legs up to his chest miserably and pressing his face to his knees. "I can't believe he actually left," he said, although, whether to the cats or himself it could be debated. He sat there for an unknown and uncared for amount of time, listening to the two felines' purr and stroking their smooth, shiny grey coats, and pouting.

And then the phone rang.

It took three rings before he finally reached behind him for the portable.

"Mosh, mosh," he muttered.

"Yo, bitch! What's up?"

Gakuto was so not in the mood for this right now, and not even Chotaroh's admonishing voice in the background was making him feel better.

"Fine, you talk to him," Shishido Ryou growled to Chotaroh's comment that he should be nicer.

"What do you want, Shishido?" Gakuto interrupted before the two could get into a lover's spat with him still on the phone.

"Ah, well, about that. Marika's staying over with a girl friend tonight and Chotaroh's parents have the boys, so Chotaroh was thinking--"

"You thought it was a good idea, too," Chotaroh's voice interrupted and Gakuto had to stop himself from choking on the sap that was trying to ooze down the phone line.

"*We* were thinking," Shishido corrected, "that you and Yuushi could join us for a game of tennis--for old times' sake or some shit like that."

"Shishido!"

"Yuushi ain't here," Gakuto informed the other. "And I don't feel like it, so go fuck yourselves."

And with that, he hung up the phone.

A minute later it was ringing again. Shishido didn't even wait for him to say hello.

"So help me, if you don't agree, Chotaroh's going to suggest we call Atobe instead, and you know he'll insist on going to the club instead of the park, and if that happens that witch of a wife of his will insist on coming along and I will never forgive you and I will go out of my way to make your life an absolute living--"

Gakuto hung up.

He didn't answer it when it rang.... and rang.... and rang.... and rang...

"What?!"

"So I heard She was hitting on Yuushi again last week," Shishido replied calmly.

Gakuto's eyes narrowed. "I hate you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know your life wouldn't be complete without me," Shishido replied flippantly. "So see you at the park in about half an hour?"

"Fine, whatever."

"Half an hour. If you're not there--"

"Bye," Gakuto cut him off, hanging up again.

Sometimes he really hated that Drama Queen. Not as much as he loathed Atobe's wife, but, still---

It took him nearly ten minutes before he finally dragged himself off the couch and into the shower. It didn't take him long to wash up and dress--there was nothing nor no one to distracted him--and since he lived fairly close to the park, it would only take him a matter of minutes to get there on the scooter.

The park was a humming hive of teenagers and children and younger couples. Occasionally, he would come here with Yuushi--after a movie, usually--and just walk around the park. It was a nice area, but he really wasn't in the mood for 'nice'. Not today, he thought defunkedly.

"Yo, slut, you bring your racket?"

"No, Einstein, I brought golf clubs," Gakuto replied sardonically. He turned and glared at the other man.

Shishido took a step back and made a face. "Holy shit, is that what thirty looks like?"

"Laugh it up, asshole. Two more weeks," Gakuto reminded him of his own impending birthday.

"Oh, someone kill me now," Shishido pleaded before grinning. "Besides, I stopped maturing years ago."

"Yeah, like at fourteen," Chotaroh replied, stepping up to join them. "Hey, Mukahi. Happy Birthday."

"Thanks, Chotaroh," the redhead grimaced--how was it possible that he was the oldest out of all of them, and still the shortest?

"I brought a tarp and some bentos for later," Chotaroh was continuing, but I thought we might be able to wrangle a court free from the teenagers. We could rotate partners or play singles, if you want?"

"I am not staying here the whole day," Gakuto told them sternly, suddenly getting a strange feeling in his stomach.

"What? Hell, no," Shishido replied. "This is my first day away from the kids completely and I'll be damned if I'm spending all of it out amongst other people's kids."

Chotaroh was frowning, but Gakuto was just relieved to know he wouldn't be forced to stay outside for too long.

Well, 'long' relatively speaking. It was darker than lighter outside by the time Gakuto returned to the apartment he shared with Yuushi. He knew the other man was home even before he caught sight of the drawn curtains and candlelit rooms, and when arms wrapped around him from behind, he melted into the embrace.

"Did you have fun today?" the taller man purred near his ear.

"No thanks to you," Gakuto huffed and made a small effort to move away, but in Yuushi's hands were such a nice place to be.

"Mmm? Maybe we could change that." Lips nibbled at the ticklish spot behind Gakuto's ear before skimming down the column of his neck. "Would you like your birthday present before or after dinner?"

"What makes you think I want anything from you?" Gakuto murmured, eyes falling shut even as his head tilted, providing Yuushi with more room to attack his neck and shoulder. Yuushi's hands were on him, teasing beneath the cover of his shirt and dipping easily inside the waistband of his shorts, and Gakuto was melting like chocolate left too close to the fire.

Hips bumped into hips and fingers tweaked and pinched his nipples as Yuushi guided him into the bedroom. And then he stopped, and he waited for Gakuto's consciousness to return to the room at large.

"I thought you said it was a frivolous waste of money," the redhead breathed, eyes shining as he stared at the apparatus hanging suspended from the ceiling.

"It is," Yuushi agreed easily. "But when have I ever been able to deny you?"

"You wouldn't let me get that chocolate cake last week," Gakuto returned, and Yuushi laughed before nipping his shoulder playfully. And then the redhead swiveled around and wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck in a vice-grip as he pressed his lips against Yuushi's and thrust his tongue into his mouth. "Fuck me," he demanded against Yuushi's lips.

"You don't want to try your new toy first?" the dark-haired man asked with amusement.

"Later--we have all night," Gakuto purred. "Right now I want your cock buried deep up my ass. I wanna feel you pounding into me. Please, Yuushi."

With a growl, Yuushi's mouth was on him again, hands shoving his shorts down his thighs hindered slightly by Gakuto's attempt to wrap his legs around Yuushi's waist. Hands were in his hair, cradling his head, fisting and tugging. Between them, Gakuto's freed cock smeared drops of cum against their stomachs.

"Want you now," Gakuto panted, angling his hips so Yuushi's cock would ride along the crack of his ass.

"We need--"

"Now," Gakuto moaned, squeezing Yuushi's waist with his thighs.

"Mmm," was the muffled reply as Yuushi's stumbling steps crashed them against the bureau and fumbling hands yanked at drawers to reach the nearest tube of lubricant. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, Yuushi smooth the cool gel over his straining cock and then wiped the excess against Gakuto's puckered entrance. And then he was guiding the tip of his cock passed that gaping ring and thrusting deeply inside Gakuto's body.

Gakuto moaned, lips brushing against Yuushi's ear as he clung to the taller man. "Yes, baby, fuck me. Make me feel so good, oh God, Yuushi, your cock feels so good. Yes, Yuushi, gods, more! Harder! Fuck me, Yuushi, please, harder!"

The pair fell onto the bed in a matter of hurried steps, and Gakuto's moans increased as his back hit the bed and Yuushi's cock tugged at his ass. Lips were there to steal away his moans, and hands to incite more, and Yuushi's hips were a piston that chased Gakuto to high levels of pleasure, reaching, racing, grabbing, grappling, and finally toppling.

It ended.

It was always over too soon.

Gakuto lay breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling, idly running his fingers through the silken blue-black hair that lay across his chest. He could feel the congealing cooling mess of his released splattered across his stomach and chest--and Yuushi's seed, tickling his insides in an attempt to leave his body passed the weakened cock still snug in his passage.

His eyes fell upon his birthday present.

"You didn't go to work today," the redhead announced suddenly--not accusingly, just a statement of realized fact.

Yuushi lifted himself up onto a forearm, twisting to lie to Gakuto's side and propping his head up on an elbow to look down on him. His fingers trailed over flushed skin, smearing through the cooling cum. He was smiling.

"Well, in all honestly, I *did* go into the office today--there was one patient who is too close to her delivery date to reschedule. But I also stopped by the labs to let them know you won't be in tomorrow, either. And since I already have the day off..."

He leaned into Gakuto, joining their lips as his hand slid down the redhead's side to his hip and thigh. His fingers dug into the firm flesh of muscles as he tugged Gakuto's leg across his hip.

"Would you like to eat dinner first---or use your present?" he teased, nibbling along Gakuto's cheek and tweaking a nipple.

"Mmmm, we have all day tomorrow to eat," Gakuto replied, eyeing the hanging contraption of leather belts and straps with a wicked smile. "Wanna help strap me in?"

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