Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Kiss Me Again ❯ Chapter 1

Kiss Me Again

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Shishido Ryoh + Otori Chotaroh (Otori x Shishido)

Genre: Romance/Smut without Plot

Warnings: Underage characters in homosexual romantic and sexual situations of self-discovery. Characters are written in character according to author's interpretation.

Spoilers: Is Shishido having cut his hair a spoiler?

Summary: Cuddling, kissing, petting, skrumping. Not necessarily in that order.

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

Date Started: May 21, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: June 16, 2004

Word Count: 4357

"Kiss Me Again" by Andrea Readwolf

Shishido Ryo shifted on the couch, determined to keep his attention focused on the TV in front of him and not his freshman kohai sitting beside him. Even if his tennis partner seemed overly fond of using him like an overstuffed pillow at the moment. The movie had been playing for almost an hour, and Shishido had as much a clue as to what it was about as when it had started playing. Dammit.

With a sigh, Otori sat up and reached for the remote, shutting the TV off.

"Hey, I thought you were watching that," Shishido protested.

The ash-haired teen shot an amused look back at his partner. "I've seen it. The only reason I brought it over was 'cause I thought you would like it. But if you're not going to watch it, there's really no reason to--"

"I was watching it," Shishido groused, resisting the urge to cross his arms with annoyance.

Otori said nothing.

But then Shishido gasped when his partner straddled his waist. Otori was sitting on Shishido's knees and *looking* at him with those eyes of his. Shishido swallowed nervously and shifted back into the couch.

"Chotaroh...."

Otori's hands were reaching up to knock away the ever-present cap, fingers running through the sticky mess of brown curls. "Will you grow it out some more, or leave it short this time?" Otori asked softly.

Shishido shrugged. "Don't know."

The younger teen continued to run his fingers over Shishido's scalp, in a gentle unconscious massage. And then his hands slid lower, over the tendons of Shishido's neck, fingers digging in to the tight, tense muscles of his shoulders. "You're too tense, senpai."

'I'm too hard, too,' Shishido thought but back, but for once, thankfully his tongue remained silent. But... Gods! Chotaroh was so close... and he smelled so good, and his hands, touching him.... so good....

"Chotaroh... I want to do something. Will you let me?"

"Hmm? What senp--"

He didn't get a chance to finish because Shishido had tilted his chin that little bit that would allow his lips to meet Otori's in a shy, gentle brush of skin against skin.

Neither boy had closed his eyes, which allowed Otori to see the fear of rejection in Shishido's gaze, and surprise in his own reflection.

"Shishido...." he breathed, wonderingly, reaching up to touch his lips. Strands of dark hair follow the movement, and for a moment, it looks like Otori is kissing the strands of Shishido's hair...

And then, slowly, Shishido slid Otori across his lap until their groins were pressed into each other; Otori's breathing caught in a gasp as the two erections brushed. Shishido groaned.

"Shishido," he tried again, but he was breathless and it didn't matter anyway because the dark-haired boy was kissing him again, strong hands running up the length of his back, pressing Otori closer even as a tongue teased for permission to enter his mouth.

Otori was more than willing to return the kiss, rubbing his hips against Shishido's, and moments later, it was Shishido who pulled away, staring up at the boy in his lap with open surprised and awed bewilderment...

"You want me," he murmured.

"Of course," Otori replied, suppressing the urge to press against those hands, those lips, that body... "You... you really didn't know...?"

"No..."

"Oh. I thought... I thought maybe you didn't want me, like this," Otori confessed, lowering his face to try and hide the blush staining his cheeks.

"How could I not want you?" Shishido groaned.

"You... never tried to... to touch me or kiss me or anything," the younger boy pointed out and Shishido almost laughed.

"Only because I didn't trust myself to stop."

"I trust you," Otori returned. "Completely."

"Me, too," Shishido breathed. "I trust you Chotaroh. With everything I have."

"Shishido-senpai..."

Shishido growled lips hovered before Otori's. "Can't you call me 'Ryo' even now?"

"Ryo," Chotaroh replied with a smile. "I want to kiss you again."

"What's stopping you?" the older boy grinned.

"...Senpai--"

"No," Shishido cut him off with annoyance. "No, it's just Chotaroh and Ryo, here. When we go back out there," he said, nodding towards the door, "Then we can be senpai and kohai again, but right now it's just us. There's no room for anyone else in this apartment. You catch me, Chotaroh?"

Otori grinned, rocking his hips into Shishido's just to watch the other boy's reaction. "What a...dramatically...impassioned speech.... Ryo..."

Shishido decided he really loved how Chotaroh's tongue seemed to wrap around his name and linger on his lips...

"Does that mean..."

"Everything and anything," Shishido promised violently. "If it's mine or within my power to give you, it's yours. You don't even have to as--"

Otori's lips were moving over his partners. The fingers in Shishido's hair pulled, and Shishido groaned. "Oh, gods! Chotaroh!"

"Want you," the ash-haired teen growled.

"Yes."

Lips were moving over his throat--a thick warm tongue laved his skin moments before sharp teeth bit into the flesh. Shishido yelped with surprise, but Otori was already sucking on the wound.

"Oh, gods, Chotaroh--don't stop," Shishido begged. But the other boy did eventually, moving to find his partner's lips and continue their kiss from earlier, this time thrusting his tongue into and plundering Shishido's mouth until the boy beneath him was nothing but one puddle of raging hormones demanding more.

A hand worked down Shishido's chest, deftly unbuttoning the school shirt before settling at Shishido's pants, fingering the fastening as if asking for permission. Shishido groan into Otori's mouth, rocking his hips more forcibly undulations--yes. Please. More. Everything,' his body screamed.

His pants were already opened before the older teen had the presence of mind to return the favor and start undressing Otori. Squirming, trying to get out of his pants, and trying to get Chotaroh out of *his* clothing while still maintaining their kiss was not proving to be easy.

Laughing, Otori tore his lips away from Shishido's, panting and scrambling off his lap and into a stumbling but standing position, looking back down at the boy on the couch.

"Shi--no, Ryo," he corrected himself with a rueful grin and wild gleam in his eyes. "I want you--want everything, but if you don't want to...you know, go... all the way, or anything, I'll understand and we'll--"

"I want you," Shishido cut him off, gaining his feet as well. They didn't touch, although there was a powerful draw, begging them to. "I've wanted you for over two years, so..."

"Oh. Okay. That's good," Otori replied, nodding and smiling and suddenly feeling more shy and embarrassed now that they weren't on the couch making out and touching. "Well, then, I guess the first question is--you're bedroom or mine?"

Shishido frowned. "Well, I have some lubricant in mine," he admitted, scratching his nose, pink with embarrassment.

"Me, too," Otori admitted softly. "Plus my room is cleaner," he pointed out.

"Well, okay, I guess your room it is," Shishido grinned. "Next question?"

"Who gets top? Who gets...bottom...?" Otori couldn't look Shishido in the eyes when he asked, choosing to stare at some point off his shoulder.

"Well, I *am* older..."

"I'm taller..."

Ryo frowned. Truth be told, he really didn't have a preference--he liked it either way as long as it was good, and he couldn't image sex with Chotaroh being anything but good. But... "Do you have a preference?"

"Well... no, not really," Otori replied biting his lip and cautiously peeking at his partner. "I mean, I want to, if it's okay with you, of course, try, um, maybe both? 'Cause, I haven't before, and um, yeah..."

"No, that's cool with me," Shishido rushed to assure the other boy. He grinned wildly. "I'm game for serving and returning, but... who's gonna serve first?"

They stared at each other for several moments, shuffling with indecision.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Otori finally offered.

Shishido exhaled. "Idiot. You can't just decide this sort of thing with rock-paper-scissors... Best two out of three? Winner takes top first?"

"Deal," Otori agreed, grinning opening as he held his fist out.

One-Love

One-All

One-Two.

Otori grinned. "Okay, so my room, I get top first... Um... anything else we should clear up before we, um, start?"

"Yeah," Shishido groused, reaching up to yank Otori's lips down to his. "You're so fucking sexy when you blush like that, Chotaroh--makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things...."

"Mmm...really?"

"Ah."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

*

Both boys were nervous as they approached their goal.

Shishido checked the front door, making sure to secure the "Studying--do not disturb on threat of severe thrashing" sign before double checking that the lock was in place as Chotaroh folded the comforter down and turned back the sheets.

"Oh, hey, grab two water bottles while you're out there!" the younger boy called.

"Planning to stop for a water break?" Ryo teased even as he bee-lined it for the mini-fridge.

"Planning on making you scream with pleasure," the younger boy returned.

"Hn. Hey, don't forget a towel to clean up any mess," he reminded him, setting the water bottles down on the nightstand next to the generous tube of lubricant. Ryo picked it up and turned it over... it was a good brand. Damn.

"Okay, so the door's locked, we have water, we have a towel and lubricant. What else do we need?"

Ryo turned to look at Chotaroh, and just stared... The ash-haired youth was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, watching him. The top buttons of his school shirt were undone, along with the top fasten of his pants, showing that teasing amount of skin...

He licked his lips and swallowed. "Well, I think we should both get naked and on the bed....don't you agree?"

"Ah.... "

Otori pushed away from the doorframe and slowly closed the distance between them until they stood centimeters apart, bodies humming. His hands came up to cup behind Shishido's neck, and the shorter teen hummed. Slowly, he worked his hands down Shishido's shoulders and arms, feeling the outline of lean muscles like never before. He'd touched his partner many times in the past, but never before with the hands of a lover. Now he took the extra time to touch and feel each tiny bump and small imperfection of the perfect skin beneath his fingertips.

"Chotaroh..."

Lips hovered before lips, hot breath heating their faces, as if looking for that perfect way to fit together.

Shishido forced his fingers to move deliberately slow down the row of the three remaining white buttons holding Otori's shirt closed before sliding his hands underneath. Unintentionally, his fingers brushed against the other boy's nipples and he gasped.

"Like that?"

"Yes."

Shishido did it again, and this time Otori whimpered, fingers digging deeper into the flesh of Shishido's back. He dipped his head the little bit it took to find on dark nipple with his lips, suckling greedily.

"Ryo--!"

"I like how you say my name," the older teen murmured. "Don't stop."

"Ryo.."

He purred and suckled harder before turning his attention to the other nub of flesh. The hands on him tugged and pulled, urging him on.

"Ryo, gods, stop, please," Otori begged, voice raw and incredibly sexy.

He did, reluctantly letting go of the nipple to stare up Otori's chest into that beautiful face. "What's wrong, Chotaroh?"

"Too good." The younger boy smiled down at him, panting. "And I want to..." His fingers were playing with Shishido's zipper and he groaned, hips jerking, pressing his hard cock against those nimble fingers.

"Nn, gods, yes, please," Shishido breathed, hissing seconds latter when the cool air of the room was displaced by cold fingers on his heated skin, working his pants off his hips before encircling his cock. "You're hands are cold," he accused, eyes sliding shut even as his hips jerked.

"Sorry," Otori murmured, unable to hide the humor in his voice. "Guess I'd better warm them up..."

One chilled hand pressed into the small of his back, a supporting gesture even as the other began to slowly dance over his cock. Otori leaned back to watch his hand in motion, seemingly enthralled.

"Like what you see?" Shishido couldn't help to tease, only slightly nervous at the answer.

"No," Otori replied, looking down into Shishido's face with a small smile. "I love what I see."

Ryo swallowed. Hard. "Gods, Otori... you're way too overdressed...."

"We should fix that," the younger man agreed, but he didn't look ready or willing to relinquish his claim on Shishido's body--not that Shishido was really complaining. It took his mind a moment to process the fact that Otori had moved, was in fact, on he's knees before him and *licking* his cock.

"Chotaroh!"

"Like that?" the ashen-haired youth breath, hot air blowing over Shishido's cock seconds before he slid his parted lips over the head and *sucked*.

A strangled scream tore from Shishido's throat, his knees threatened to buckle, and all he could do was hold onto Otori's strong shoulders as the younger boy drew him deeper into that sinful mouth.

It felt so good--his cock sliding in and out of Otori's warm, wet mouth; those cool calloused fingers manipulating his balls, rolling, squeezing---Shishido's hips bucked, and Otori jerked back, coughing as his gag reflex protested.

"Sorry," Shishido groaned, trying to control the shivering of his body. "Didn't mean to--"

"It's okay," Otori interrupted, grinning a little sheepishly up at the older teen. "Something to practice."

Shishido grinned down at him, eyes twinkling--before he let out an undignified shout of surprise when Otori pushed him backwards and he fell onto the bed. Otori was still grinning as he reached for one of the water bottles, taking a healthy swallow before exchanging the bottle for the lube tube.

"Ne, shish--Ryo," the younger boy corrected himself. "You've...don't this before...?"

Shishido frowned, trying to gauge his younger partner's mood. "Maybe a couple of times, a while back, before we became partners..."

Somehow, that last part seemed important for him to be clear on, though why it should matter, he didn't know. Shishido only knew that it *did* matter, somehow, for some reason. And even though he was pretty damn sure of the answer already, he had to ask anyway.

"You?"

"Um, well, I've read a little bit... about it.. on the Internet...and I've, well..." he trailed off, fingers absently playing with the tube in his hands.

Shishido's grin could only be described as wolfish-- "Do you touch yourself, Chotaroh?"

The blush that stained the freshman's cheeks was nothing short of adorable.

"Who do you think about when you're touching yourself?" he asked, curious, knowing the other boy wouldn't lie to him--but Otori looked way too embarrassed to say anything at all at the moment.

Shishido slid his hand slowly over his own cock, stroking and moaning just a little. "I touch myself," he confided in a husky whisper. "Mmmm... It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Sh--Ryo!" the younger boy choked in protest, eyes round with fascination as he stared at the teen in front of him, slowly stroking his cock. A tiny, pitiful little cry of a moan whimpered free from Otori's throat.

"I like to think about you... watching you touch yourself, Chotaroh... or watching you touch me..."

"Shishido--" the younger boy breathed.

"'Ryo,' remember?"

"Ryo---" Otori swallowed. "Want..."

"What? What do you want, Chotaroh? Tell me?"

"You." They eyes met, boring into one another. "I want you."

Shishido's hand fell away from his cock as he leaned back onto his elbows, body stretched out over Otori's bed. "I ain't going anywhere, so what are you waiting for?"

"I don't know," Otori confessed, licking suddenly dry lips. "It's just... I'm... scared," he admitted. "Don't want to hurt you."

A groan escaped the older teen's body, and he suddenly rolled over to help himself to one of the water bottles. "Don't worry about hurting me, Chotaroh. I can take whatever you serve out, remember? Now hurry up and get naked. I'm starting to get cold laying here all by myself."

Otori half laughed, but obediently finished removing his shirt, dropping it in the hamper before depositing his pants and boxers in the hamper, as well. When he was finally naked, he turned back around to face the bed and just stood there, letting Shishido's eyes rake over each and every curve, dip, and valley of his naked flesh.

"Damn, you're hot," Shishido murmured appreciatively after a long moment. And then he was grinning again. "No wonder all the girls like us best."

The stain Otori had valiantly been trying to avoid managed to color not only his face and neck, but well into his chest, too, fascinating Shishido.

"Chotaroh, come here," he said when the other teen remained standing near the hamper. "Listen to me," he continued, sitting up and reaching for the younger boy's wrists. "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with--"

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Otori tired to joke, but it sounded weak and forced, even to his own ears.

"Mmn." Shishido should his head, still smiling. "We're partners, nothing will change that. No matter how far we go or don't go here. Got that? No forcing yourself to do something you're not a hundred percent sure of. If you want to stop, we'll stop. Got it?"

"I don't want to stop."

"You sure?"

"Ah--" Otori breathed, leaning over to plant a tiny kiss on Shishido's lips. "Very."

"Ah. Good," Shishido returned, head hazy and mind befuddled as he fell onto his back, dragging the other teen with him. It felt good, he thought, Otori's weight laying over him while they touched each other's bodies and kissed.

At some point, Shishido's wandering hands encountered the forgotten lubricant. Moaning into one last kiss before pulling away, he squeezed a generous portion of the slippery gel onto Otori's fingers before spreading his thighs and demanding, "Touch me."

Otori stared at Shishido's parted legs, at the puckered flesh that was Shishido's nether orifice, and then he slowly smeared the gel over the entrance, stroking and rubbing the skin.

"Mmm, Chotaroh, please..."

Slowly, making sure the finger was coated, Otori pressed against Shishido's opening, watching transfixed as his finger disappeared. Shishido's body rocked, as if trying to devour more, but Otori drew back and Shishido moaned.

"More. I won't break. Promise. More, Chotaroh, please..."

He slid his finger in and out several times, feeling how the gel smoothed and coated Shishido's passage, only mildly aware of how the older teen wiggled and moaned and begged and pleaded for more. When he worked a second finger in, right next to the first, he watched transfixed as the ring of muscle began to stretch. Shishido's pleas and cries--and yes, a few curses, too--emboldened Otori, and it wasn't long before the taller teen was sliding three fingers in and out of Shishido's passage.

"Oh, gods, Chotaroh, I can't. I can't take much more. Please, please, just... nnngh!"

At some point, Shishido had remembered the lubricant and had squeezed out another generous portion. This he was now coating Otori's cock with, smearing the gel up and down the straining length in jerky, uneven strokes that had the younger boy crying out and gasping his name...

"R-Ryo!"

"Want you," he growled, arching his back and thrusting his hips, burying Otori's fingers deeper inside his body even as he continued to squeeze and stroke the long cock in his hand. "Want you *inside* me."

"I--oh, gods, yes."

Shishido wanted to cry out in protest when Otori's fingers left him completely--he felt so *empty* when what he really wanted was to be *full*... And Otori was wiggling and twisting above him, and it felt so good, his body pressing against Shishido's, all slick with perspiration and lubricant.

"I--oh, gods, Ryo, please...?"

It took the older teen a moment to clear his lust-fogged mind enough to realize what his partner was trying to ask him. With a huff that could have been either a laugh or a grunt, Shishido shifted, hitching one leg up around Otori's waist and tilting his hips forward, growling as Otori's slick cock slid against the crevice of his ass.

"Want you inside me, Chotaroh. Want to feel all of your hard cock," he whispered, his fingers digging into the tense back muscles. "Fill me, baby. Want you to."

It took a bit of fumbling--Shishido tried to stay still, honest, but it felt too damn good, rubbing against Otori's body--but finally the blunt tip of Otori's erection was pressing into Shishido's willing body, and the stretching ache that could never be experienced by mere fingers had Shishido crying out, hips bucking forward in an attempt to engulf Otori's sex whole.

Otori's cried out in surprise, his entire body shivering as he struggled to hover over Shishido and not move. He knew, even with the preparation, that it must hurt, but Shishido was still wiggling and moaning, the muscles of his inner passage squeezing and coaxing the younger boy, tempting him to just...just... *fuck* the other boy. Otori moaned, bowing his head to Shishido's shoulder.

"Gods... Ryo... please," he begged, not even sure anymore of what he was asking for.

"Don't hold back," Shishido breathed against Otori's hair. "Give it to me. Everything, anything, I want it all, Chotaroh."

That... that was a scary concept.

"I... I don't want to hurt you," Otori protested, still struggling to keep himself as still as possible, despite how unbelievably *good* it felt--better than any hand job he'd ever given himself, that was for sure.

Fingers he hadn't been aware were on the move pinched one of his nipples and Otori cried out, his entire body bucking with the stimulus. Shishido groaned, and he looked down at him, worry sketched over his fine features.

"I won't break," Shishido reminded him, his fingers continuing to tweak Otori's sensitive nipple, watching as the lust clouding those beautiful eyes ignited hotter and hotter. "Now fuck me, Chotaroh!"

How could he refuse what he wanted most to do?

Shishido shouted when the first real thrust rocked his entire body; he was dimly aware of the banging of the headboard against the wall and the squeak of protesting springs, very dimly aware, because really, all Shishido wanted to think about was how damn good it felt, Otori's cock filling him, stretching him, burning him with each fast stroke that dared him to take more, feel more, be more...

He knew he was talking, in that distant region of his brain that was still aware of what was going on around him; he knew words were spilling unchecked from his mouth, telling Otori how good it felt, just how he liked it, how he wanted more, wanted it harder, wanted everything the other had. He was good at running his mouth, even on autopilot it seemed.

He wasn't sure when exactly Otori had started babbling, too, but once he became aware of it, he knew he was done for. Hearing the younger teen telling him how good it felt, how much he wanted him, how close he was to coming was too much for Shishido, and with a shout, he climaxed. Otori cried out with surprise as Shishido's body constricted around his, every muscle in the older teen's body tensing up as hot, goopy seed spurted free from his cock, coating their stomachs.

Otori continued to hold as still as possible, even when Shishido slowly relaxed into the bed, purring contentedly. And then Shishido tried to stretch--which succeeded in shifting Otori's still very hard cock inside his tight passage; Otori cried out, but Shishido just moaned.

"Oh, gods, baby... You were supposed to come, too," he murmured, reaching up to thread a hand through Otori's ashen locks, dragging his face down to his so he could kiss the younger teen hungrily. "Come on, Chotaroh. Come inside me. Wanna feel it, your cum, inside me. Wanna know I made you come, baby."

Otori was whimpering before the last of Shishido's words had even faded away; already, his hips were rocking against Shishido's ass, and those muscles which had clamped down with torturous pressure minutes before were back, coaxing him to climax, too. And he did, with another cry tearing from his body as his seed spilt.

Shishido continued to hold him close as his body began shaking with aftershock. Warm hands soothed over Otori's back, stroking and calming, lulling the younger man into a state of post-coital repose. And slowly both teens' breathing evened out into the easy cadence of rest, although neither fell victim to sleep.

"You okay?" Shishido finally asked, after many minutes of just laying there holding Otori.

"Mmm," the taller teen replied, gingerly trying to stretch out his limbs. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to ask?"

Shishido growled, grinning as he rolled Otori over onto his back, mildly disappointed when Otori's cock slipped free from his body, and straddled the younger, surprised teen's hips. "Oh, I'm feeling great," he answered his own question, leaning over to nibble at Otori's lips even as he snaked one hand over his cock, smearing semen and cum over the slowly responding length and his fingers. "You were fucking great," he added, nibbling Otori's chin as his fingers danced below the younger teen's balls to tease the puckered opening.

Otori's eyes flared wide with surprise even as his body automatically tried to clamp shut against any intruder. Shishido's teeth had found their way to Otori's earlobe, upon which he was happily nibbling. "You up for more?" he asked, continuing to tease the opening without actually trying to invade...yet.

A tiny choked cry caught in Otori's throat. "I... I think I could be persuaded," he answered, his breathing already becoming irregular as his cock stirred to life again.

"Mmmm... Tomorrow's Sunday, right?"

The younger teen blinked. "Um, yeah, why?"

The look Shishido gave his partner was positively devilish right before he pounced.

~Owarimasu~

AN: Never again. If I *ever* try to write another Otori-Shishido pairing story, someone had better thrash me something *good*, do you understand? Oiya... {reaches for the bottle of alieve to try and avoid any massive headaches this story has contributed to}.