Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Making Dinner ❯ Chapter 1

Making Dinner

By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

Chapter: 1/1

Rating: R

Pairings: Ryoma x Momoshiro

Genre: au, hentai, yaoi

Warnings: Lemon-y lime, fellatio; children/parenthood...

Spoilers: only for the "A Game Worth Winning" series, very far in the future...

Summary: Ryoma decides to cook something up with Momo in the kitchen, but before they can get very far, they're interrupted.

Loosely tied in with the 500-word challenge "Pet".

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

Date Started: May 26, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: May 28, 2004

Word Count: 608

He stirred the sauce for dinner, mildly annoyed that his mother-in-law and little sister had left the house earlier that day with the admission that the "boys" were on their own for dinner. Of course, on the up side, the "girls" *had* taken the kids with them, so it was really only his father-in-law he had to deal with, but.... Momoshiro did *not* want to know how much today's little shopping trip was going to cost.

Arms wrapped around his waist and a face pressed itself between his shoulders and neck. At first, he started, not having heard the door, but he quickly relaxed into his lover's warm, if sweaty, embrace.

"Smells good."

"Mmm. Let's hope it tastes good, too."

A tongue licked his neck before lips sealed over his skin, sucking as teeth scraped. "It does."

Hands slipped under his apron and into his shorts, stroking his sex lazily.

"Where is everyone?"

"Shopping."

The hand on his cock squeezed.

"Everyone?"

"Ah... except your dad."

Another hand reached out to turn off the gas and move the pot to another burner before pulling him away from the stove.

"Good," Ryoma growled before turning his lover around and sealing his mouth over Momoshiro's.

"Ryoma! Oh, gods--shouldn't we---"

The younger man was already on his knees, pressing Momo to lean again the countertop as he pulled his pants down around his knees, brushing the apron aside to reveal Momoshiro's hardening cock. He quickly moved to swallow it, bobbing his head up and down over the length, running his tongue from base to tip and lapping at the salty precum....

"I've wanted to do this all day," Ryoma growled. "All damn day... "

Momo barely had the perseverance of mind to grab the counter top before giving over to the pleasure Ryoma practically forced upon him. The violet-eyed man spared a glance down--and that proved to be his undoing. The sight of Ryoma, on his knees, bobbing his head and sucking all of Momo's cock into his wicked little mouth as the younger man stroked himself...

Momoshiro came with a muffled shout, very grateful for the leverage of the counter behind him---else wise, he would have likely landed in a puddle of good half on the floor, half on Ryoma's lap.

Ryoma, who had leaned back on his hunches to stare back up at his lover, was licking his lips and purring just like the damn cat that's polished off an entire bowl of cream. A lazy hand continued to work over his own shaft.

"Ne, Takeshi," he murmured, knowing exactly what it did to him to say his lover's name in *that* tone. "Wouldn't you like to take this up to our room?"

Momo groaned and moved to push himself off the counter to do just that when the front door snared their attention. The excited pitter-patter of little feet heralded the miniature body that came hurtling into the kitchen several seconds later.

"Papa! Papa! Guess what Grandma got me!"

The body proved to be none other than their exuberant six-year old. "Daddy! You're home! Yeah! Look! Look!"

"It's a fish," Ryoma replied, looking down at the poor goldfish in the large plastic bag as he casually readjusted himself behind the counter.

"Oooh, very cool! Very cool!" Momo was already appropriately covered. The older man leaned over their son to get a better look at the fish. "But where are you going to put it?"

Ryoma had a suggestion. "Let's fry it up for dinner."

"Daddy!"

Momo shot him a look, but unlike their son's amused/aghast one, his was a warm and promising... 'Later.'

~Owarimasu~