Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Oshitari no Birthday - Hyotei NP ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Oshitari no Birthday

A _Price of Tennis_ Fanfiction

By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]

Rating: R

Pairings: Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto

Genre: Porn with Romance

Warnings: Birthday Smut of the Yaoi Domain. Characters are written in character according to author's interpretation.

Spoilers: none for the anime or manga

Summary: Gakuto has a special present for Yuushi's birthday.

 

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

 

Date Started: October 6, 2004

Status: complete

Revised: October 12, 2004

Word Count: 1711

 

 

Oshitari Yuushi heaved a weary but relieved sigh as he pulled the car into the parking garage. It had been a busy day. One of his patients had gone into labor earlier this morning, and in between regular patient appointment, he had traipsed up and down two flights to help deliver a beautiful baby boy.

 

It had been a long day, but it would still be a long while yet before he would get some sleep, he knew as he pulled into the empty parking space beside Gakuto's shiny new car--the redhead's birthday present from a month earlier. Yuushi was wondering if the other had decided yet where they were going to eat, but knew they probably wouldn't make it to dinner tonight.

 

It was Yuushi's birthday, after all, and Gakuto could be quite demanding on what the redhead termed 'special' days.

 

Personally, Yuushi didn't mind at all. While he refused to take off from work just because it was the day of his birth, he was not above enjoying the extra attention Gakuto was want to administer--whether it be a full body massage and tongue bath or a trip to the cinemas to see that new move Yuushi had quietly been interested in. Or, one year Gakuto had made him a special dinner of sushi and sashimi... with the redhead as the plate.

 

He grinned as he passed security and entered the exclusive apartment rise building.

 

It was delicious to know that after all the years he and Gakuto had been together, their sex life was very much still alive and kicking and... Kinky. Arousing as all hell, he thought, getting into the elevator. Just thinking about his lover could get a rise out of him.

 

Yuushi called out a welcome as he entered their apartment, shrugging off his jacket as he hung his keys on the appropriate hook. Arms slid around his middle almost immediately, Gakuto's body pressing against his back and a face imprinting itself between his shoulder blades.

 

"Happy Birthday, Yuushi," Gakuto murmured into the thin fabric of his shirt. "Are you hungry for dinner now, or..."

 

The redhead's voice trailed off as his hands slid lower over Yuushi's stomach, cold fingers slipping past the belt cinched waist to brush against bare skin.

 

"I can wait for food," he answered, taking hold of Gakuto's wrists and pulling the other man forward. His smile widened as his eyes racked over the naked form of his lover.

 

Yuushi leaned down to drop a kiss on Gakuto's glossy pink lips, his tongue snaking out to lick at the sweet cherry goo of lip gloss, and then he slid his tongue between those glossed lips and delved deeply into Gakuto's mouth, enjoying the feel of the smaller man's body melting into his and the appreciative little moans that vibrated in Gakuto's throat and chest.

 

Normally Gakuto was a very demanding and pushy lover, but that didn't mean the redhead couldn't or wouldn't be completely submissive at times---usually when they went to one of *those* parties, or when they were role playing, or, like today, it was Yuushi's birthday and Gakuto insisted that he call all the shots.

 

He pulled away from the kiss languidly, running his hands down Gakuto's back with equal leisure. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, watching Gakuto blink his way back into the room.

 

"Ah, well," the redhead coughed to clear his throat. "I, um, pulled out a couple of your favorite movies, if you wanted to spend the evening on the couch. I also called down to DeVici's for a standing reservation. Or we could have something delivered. Or..."

 

"You're nervous about something," Yuushi noted through narrowed, suspicious eyes. "What is it? Everything's all right? Work? Family? What?"

 

"No, everything's fine," Gakuto insisted, stepping into the living room proper, leaving Yuushi to follow him. "Actually, I just got home myself. Was going to take a shower before you got home, but we could always make it a bath for two?"

 

"Ah, that sounds good," he agreed, following his naked lover into their bedroom and easily stripping out of his shirt, undershirt, and pants. "But you haven't told me what's bothering you."

 

"Nothing's wrong," Gakuto repeated, snapping from his appreciation of Yuushi's body to head towards the master bathroom.

 

Yuushi caught hold of his arm before he could reach the other room, however, and pulling him back against his chest, wrapping his arms around Gakuto's middle to prevent the redhead's escaped as he nuzzled his nose against a sensitive neck and rubbed his arousal against a pert ass.

 

"Tell me what's worrying you?" he asked, knowing better than to demand any information from the redhead--even if it was his birthday. Sometimes Gakuto could be... rather difficult to manage.

 

"I--" Gakuto sighed and slumped against Yuushi's supporting frame. "Actually, I bought you something for your birthday," he admitted. "But, if you don't like it, or think it's a bad idea, I mean, I'll understand..."

 

"I'm sure what ever it is, I'll like it just fine," Yuushi reassured, a bit amused by Gakuto's behavior. His lover could be quite amusing and adorably cute when he was embarrassed by something he would deem sappy or overly romantic. It peaked Yuushi's interest. "So? What is it?"

 

"It's, um, in my nightstand," Gakuto mumbled when Yuushi refused to release him.

 

And much to the redhead's dismay, Yuushi still refused to release his hold on him as he walked them both over to the piece of furniture and waited for Gakuto to retrieve the present.

 

Yuushi wondered if maybe it was a new toy or a special flavor of lubricant--but those things would hardly lead Gakuto to this level of embarrassed uncertainty. Seeing the jewelry box Gakuto pulled out from the nightstand made him reevaluate his guess. Perhaps a new earring, then? He didn't often wear jewelry, but he did have a few pieces tucked away in the jewelry box sitting on the bureau that were technically his.

 

"Like I said, if you don't like it--"

 

Yuushi took the box from Gakuto's hands, resting his chin on the red head and opening the jewelry case.

 

He didn't say anything immediately.

 

In truth, he didn't know what to say.

 

Gakuto fidgeted nervously. "I didn't want to get anything platinum, and yellow gold's too plain," he explained.

 

Yuushi slid a hand over Gakuto's mouth, and the redhead shut up, shifting against him nervously.

 

"Are you trying to make an honest man out of me?" Yuushi asked, rubbing his thumb over the brushed pattern of white-antiqued gold. The two rings, one slightly larger than the other, were obviously a very handsome matched set. "You want to marry me?"

 

"Don't be an ass," Gakuto snapped petulantly. "We can't get married."

 

Yuushi smiled and leaned down to lightly kiss the ticklish spot behind Gakuto's ear. "I should make you propose to me properly."

 

"Oh, for the love of--!" Gakuto shouted, arms flailing in an attempt to take the rings back, but Yuushi held the box out of his reach and with his free hand, he turned the redhead around and kissed him. Gakuto's lips parted under his and he thrust his tongue inside repeatedly until they were both moaning and pressing their bodies closer for more.

 

Yuushi guided Gakuto the three steps separating them from the bed and pushed the smaller man down. It was ever so convenient that they were both naked, he thought, spreading Gakuto's legs and positioning himself at the redhead's entrance, because he suddenly had the urge to--

 

"Oh, shit, Yuushi, wait! I'm not!" Gakuto gasped, shoving a hand under one of their pillows and pulling out an orange little tube.

 

Yuushi eyed it--half amused, half annoyed. Orange was not one of his favorites, but--and then he looked down at Gakuto.

 

"I literally just got home before you," the redhead huffed, because of *course* if he had been home longer he would have already taken care to prepare himself for immediate action.

 

A minor delay, Yuushi thought, popping the tip off the tube and squirting the contents onto his fingertips before sliding two digits inside Gakuto's body, pumping and scissoring his fingers until Gakuto's cries and please convinced him the redhead was properly prepared, and then he resumed his previous position between Gakuto's spread legs and slide his cock into the redhead's tight, hot, slippery body.

 

Sharp nails sliced into his back and shoulders, new lacerations joining old and healing wounds as Gakuto moaned and begged for more, his body contracting around Yuushi's, and all Yuushi could do was press his forehead into the mattress near Gakuto's head and thrust. It was as if his life depended on filling the redhead with himself. Then he would have marked Gakuto as his, as clearly as he felt the redhead had done to him.

 

With a groan, he released himself and just breathed. After a moment, Gakuto groaned, too. "Don't stop, Yuushi."

 

He smiled and tilted his face to kiss the redhead's check. "Sorry, love, but we have all night, ne? In fact, we have all weekend," Yuushi purred, trailing lips to meet Gakuto's. "And didn't you say something about a bath?"

 

"Ah."

 

"But first--" Yuushi reached over for the ring box he'd tossed on the bed near a pillow and opened it.

 

"Yuushi---you don't have to--"

 

He silenced his lover with another kiss. "Hush. I love it," he told him, taking both rings from the case.

 

"A new car, rings--does this mean we're becoming domesticated?" he asked rhetorically, twirling the band between his fingers. "What's next? Children?"

 

He slid the larger ring onto his own finger, pleased to see that it fit well, and handed the smaller one over to Gakuto.

 

"Oh, gods, no. Don't even joke about that," Gakuto shuddered, slipping the smaller ring on and staring at it quizitively. "No kids. No way. A cat, maybe. Or some fish. But I absolutely draw the line at kids."

 

Yuushi laughed, and pulled Gakuto to him. "It's a good thing we're both agreed on that point then, since we're both men, after all, and it would be rather difficult to reproduce."

 

Gakuto hit him, but Yuushi just laughed harder.

 

~~~*****~~~

 

~the end~

 

Author's Notes:

This image of smutty, bitchy, bratty Gakuto trying to be sweet and romantic for Yuushi's birthday was just killing me... so I had to write it. ^____^