Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited; Divided ❯ Oishi ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Reuntied; Divided

Part 2

Author: Hex

Pairing: Golden Pair

Rating: R

Warnings: Aged boys, angst.

 

Oishi made his way to the front door where someone was repeatedly ringing the bell. He was torn between attempting to be polite and snarling at the jerk that was behind the door. Oishi pulled the door open roughly, he didn't think it was necessary to be polite to someone determined to be that obnoxious. Eiji looked as surprised to see him as Oishi was to find the redhead on his doorstep.

 

Eiji looked wild, more so than usual. His hair was oddly flat in some places and flipping up weirdly in others. His clothes were sloppy and his running shoes were untied, the messiness making him appear more childish. His pinched expression and shining eyes belied that facade, making him look worn out. Eiji gave him a smile so fake it hurt to look at.

 

"I was scared that you weren't home." Eiji grin stretched wider. His face was pink as if he had been running and he was squirming. Oishi could tell it wasn't because he was excited; it was because he was agitated. "Can I- can I come in?"

 

"Uh yes! Of course." Oishi held the door open. Eiji walked in, their bodies clumsily touching as he passed through the door, as if they had become too big for the space around them.

 

Oishi wordlessly gestured to the couches in the living room. When they had been close in junior high, the living room had always been ignored in favour of the privacy and comfort of Oishi's bedroom. They would more often than not be found sprawled on the floor talking, studying or pouring over tennis magazines. Oishi's living room suddenly became the most depressing part of his house.

 

They sat across from each other on the living room couches, Eiji with his hands jammed between his knees as his feet bounced off the floor. Oishi had his eyes trained on Eiji's feet, his hands curled into fists in his lap. For a moment Oishi felt lightheaded. He didn't understand why Eiji was there, in his living room. The other boy was breathing in little pants, his feet leaping further away from the ground with each bounce. The movement was hypnotic and Oishi suddenly felt lost in the rhythmic sound, almost ready to start bobbing his head along with it.

 

Eiji suddenly went still, disturbingly still. It reminded Oishi of yesterday. He had been so still, just laying there, facing the wall. His former doubles partner said the most when he was moving. Eiji had rejected him without doing anything, without saying anything.

 

"How much did it hurt?" Eiji looked so small and dejected as he asked the question. He seemed to dissolve into the couch; the cushions swallowing him up and making him look fragile, like Oishi could break him. Oishi suddenly saw the fourteen year-old boy that had been his friend and felt his heart clench.

 

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Oishi felt his face grow hot, intensely burning hot.

 

"That's not what I meant!" Eiji squeaked. Oishi would have thought they were past the age where that happened, but Eiji's voice had jumped an octave, "How much did it hurt when I didn't say it back? You said it to me when you- when we," Eiji let out a frustrated noise. "When we /did it/."

 

Oishi was ashamed. He had sworn that this wouldn't happen, that what he felt wouldn't turn everything upside down. He had promised himself, he had secretly promised Eiji when his friend had no idea. Vowed to himself that they would be friends forever. He had broken the promise. It was obvious yesterday, when they started walking to Eiji's house, that things could have easily gone back to what they had been while they were still in junior high. Nothing more or less than time had been lost between them. No feeling of friendship had dissipated. Oishi had ruined their chance to go back because he had acted selfishly.

 

"I shouldn't have said it. It was stupid to say it. It ruined everything." Oishi looked at Eiji and gave him a crooked smile. "You couldn't look at me, just like at the end of junior high."

 

"That was because it felt weird at the end of junior high! Being near you felt weird. It was all strange and wrong and I didn't understand why." Eiji jumped to his feet, punching his hands down toward the floor. A sure sign he was worked up and ready to argue. "But you knew! You knew all along and you never told me. You never explained it to me. That's not fair Oishi. You can't let me hurt you that much and not make it better."

 

"I never wanted you to know. I didn't want you to know then and I /really/ didn't want you to know now. I just-I don't know. I missed you and you missed me too," Oishi shouted at Eiji. He jumped to his feet too, but drew back at Eiji's hurt expression. It was so rare for him to lash out at his friend. In junior high it was always a sure sign that there was something horribly wrong with him, that he was hurt, lost and desperate. Even now, after two years of practically being strangers, when Oishi felt himself losing the battle against anger and depression, he always turned to memories of Eiji; funny moments that just thinking about brightened his mood considerably. Right then however, he couldn't do anything more than take deep gasping breaths and stare at Eiji, and watch Eiji pant and stare back. Oishi didn't want to open his mouth again; he would just hurt his friend even more.

 

"Why didn't you want me to know?" Eiji's expression was so sad, truly sad, not pouting just to garner attention. Oishi felt all resolve about keeping his feelings to himself crumble.

 

"Because I didn't want you to stop being yourself around me." Oishi felt drained of the will to fight. He lowered his eyes to the ground to focus on the carpet as he raked a hand through his hair.

 

"You're stupid," Eiji said, firmly.

 

Oishi pressed his lips together. He wasn't sure what to do, everything seemed lost. Eiji gently touched his arm. Oishi just stared at the place where those fingertips rested, an exclamation of joy and shock stuck in his throat. Eiji liked to touch and always expressed himself physically.

 

That had been the most crippling part of Oishi's fear. The very idea that if his secret ever came out, Eiji would stop touching him. That there would be some sort of invisible barrier separating them just because Oishi had been stupid enough to speak. He would have lost Eiji's comfortable weight on his shoulders and warmth on his back. The sound of that voice right in his ear, even if it was too loud ninety percent of the time. The hot breath on his neck and the 'I'm-up-to-no-good' laugh dancing around them. Eiji's infectious good mood and general sweetness sinking into his skin. It was all worth so much more than idle daydreams about dating. Oishi believed love was best when held in the right regard, but Eiji wasn't just touching his arm any more. Eiji was holding him tightly around the middle. Without even thinking about it, Oishi put his arms around his friend.

 

Oishi could barely breathe but he still managed to reach up and wrap a lock of hair around his finger. He tugged on it and smiled, rubbing the strands between his fingers. Eiji looked up and grinned at him. Oishi pulled on the lock of hair gently, guiding Eiji into position and leaned his face forward. His hand shook slightly as he pressed their lips together. It almost seemed silly to be nervous but this kiss felt more important. To Oishi, it felt like this time was all that mattered.

 

Oishi shifted and opened his mouth so they could kiss properly. Eiji thrummed in his arms like electric current, shifting into and out of the kiss without letting their lips come apart. Oishi buried his hand into Eiji's hair. Eiji broke the kiss to shift under Oishi's hand like a cat demanding to be pet in all the right places. His eyes were closed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. Oishi stared helplessly at Eiji, still working his hand in the messy red hair. Eiji opened his eyes and for a moment, Oishi couldn't breathe.

 

"Oishi, can we go to your room?"

 

"Yes." Oishi was stunned. He had spoken without thinking.

 

Oishi walked towards his room, his legs shaking. Eiji grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. He stumbled into his room, hand in hand with Eiji but stalled in the doorway. Oishi found himself tugged into his own room and pushed onto his bed. Eiji stretched out along his side, peppering his cheeks and neck with little kisses.

 

Eiji hovered over him, obviously pleased with himself. He was now grinning madly and planting loud sloppy kisses on random parts of Oishi's face.

 

"A-are you sore? From when we…" Oishi asked. He was blushing so badly he was glowing, he could feel it.

 

"A little, but you were very gentle." Eiji was smiling. Oishi felt his face flush even more. If his pants hadn't felt so uncomfortable he would have sworn all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. Eiji settled down into the crook of Oishi's arm and used a shoulder as his pillow. Eiji drew idle patterns on his chest and Oishi was content to just lay there and adjust to the idea of /them/.

 

"Oishi?" Eiji propped himself up on an elbow.

 

"Yes?"

 

"I-love-you-too," Eiji rushed the words out then paused, biting his bottom lip. "But I'm still angry with you."

 

"You're angry?" Oishi grasped at the part of the conversation that didn't make his head swim. Eiji loved him. The idea was too new; it made his reasonable thoughts scatter.

 

"Yes. I could have already had two years of Oishi all to myself."

 

Oishi laughed softly. He kissed Eiji on the cheek. "But that's Ok, because we're together now."

 

"Mou, that's not OK." Eiji pouted. "You have to make it up to me."

 

"If you really want me to, Eiji, I will."

 

"Oh good! Then you owe me; two birthday presents, two Christmas presents, two Valentine's days worth of chocolates and two years worth of dates," Eiji paused and looked him in the eye. Eiji looked incredibly enthusiastic and pleased. Oishi was reminded of an overly excited puppy he had played with in the pet store once. "I'm sure we would have gone for ice cream often."

 

Oishi laughed and flipped Eiji over, pinning him to the bed. "Entirely too spoiled already. What am I going to do with you?"

 

"Keep me?"

 

"I thought that was obvious."

 

Eiji grinned and Oishi couldn't help but kiss him.

 

The kiss quickly escalated into something else entirely. Oishi was between Eiji's legs, rolling his hips and groaning. Eiji was panting, landing sloppy kisses on Oishi's neck. Hands wandered everywhere and it wasn't long before they were both shirtless.

 

"Eiji, I thought you were sore," Oishi said, pushing Eiji's hands away from his belt. They had flipped while tangling together; Eiji was straddling him, shirtless, sweaty and looking deliciously mussed.

 

"I am."

 

"Then what are you-" Oishi swallowed what he was about to say.

 

"Heh." Eiji gave him lecherous grin and Oishi felt his entire face turn red again. "I might be sore, but Oishi isn't."

 

"Oh."

 

--End—