Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Kirihara Akaya + Sanada Genichirou, Rikkaidai
Genre: Teen-Angst Drama, Teen Sexuality
Warnings: Hospitals, grumpy-vice-captains, deviously-plotting captains, mischievious koheis, easily-amused friends, massage oil, and teenaged libidos.
Spoilers: Rikkaidai Arc
Summary: Kirihara schemes to get some time alone with his vice-captain and worries he's bitten off more than he can chew.

Disclaimer: Tennis no Ohjisama, characters and settings are the property of Konomi Takeshi. Original characters and story idea are property of Andrea Readwolf.

Date Started: February 2005
Word Count: 1559

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

THURSDAY

 

"I'm hungry; Senpai should treat their loving kohai. Look! There's a convenience store, right there. Buy me something, Sanada-fukubuchou."

 

Sanada shot the second year a look, and although his mouth never opened in verbal protest, Kirihara swore he could clearly hear his vice-captain's voice asking him if he thought he was serious. Kirihara just grinned and dragged him across the street to the convenience store.

 

Mentally, though, the younger teen sighed in exasperation with himself. He just didn't know how to act around Sanada when it was just the two of them--because, usually it was never just the two of them. Someone else was always tagging along, and it was just so easy to fall into an already established role than to discover a new one.

 

Yanagi expected him to be serious, goal focused, and maybe even a little ruthless in achieving those goals. With Jackal, Kirihara was the impulsive underclassmen, and if Marui was around, he was cheeky, too. With Niou, he was always interested, with a healthy helping of cautiousness, too. Yagyuu just expected him to be respectful to his seniors and didn't care if he told the rest of the world to fuck off. And with Yukimura... that was perhaps the easiest role of all because then he was one of the adoring club members, just like the rest of them.

 

These were all facets of who he was with other people, but Kirihara didn't know who he was with Sanada. Because he'd never been allowed to be alone with the upper classmen. If Kirihara was paranoid, he would have suspected something was up--it was some strange conspiracy on his upper classmen's part. But-- but today was Thursday, and Sanada always visited the captain on Thursdays after practice.

 

He'd snuck out of the club house and caught up with the vice captain just outside the school gates and just tagged along, not bothering to try and start a conversation or anything. All of them could probably trace the route to the hospital blind folded by now. Even though Yukimura's surgery was successful, the doctors insisted he stay in the hospital a little longer for observation, but soon, the captain told them, soon he would be back with them.

 

Kirihara usually visited with Jackal on Tuesdays, but there was no rule saying he couldn't go on Thursdays, right?

 

And Sanada didn't say anything after giving him a questioning look, which Kirihara happily ignored.

 

If Yukimura had been surprised to see him there with Sanada on a Thursday, he certainly didn't act it. After chasing Sanada away on some errand, the captain turned fiercely shining eyes on Kirihara; sharp eyes that had the younger boy squirming under their focus.

 

"Kirihara, do you know what the best way to get something is?" Yukimura asked after a moment, surprising him.

 

"Hard work and determination," he answered hesitantly, wondering where the trick was.

 

Yukimura smiled at him and held out a hand. Kirihara approached readily and jumped a little when Yukimura's hand lashed out, fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling him closer over the bed, until he would have fallen over onto Yukimura if he hadn't been holding onto the rails to balance himself.

 

Absently, he noticed that both his captain's strength and reflexes were returning, and a profound sense gratitude and excitement filled him.

 

Yukimura smiled in amusement. "Yes, but first, you must extend your hand and reach for it."

 

"Yukimura-Buchou~?"

 

"Then," the older boy continued, "When it's within reach, you grasp it firmly and pull it to you, Kirihara. If you really want it, you take the chance. But don't wait too long, or you might lose it."

 

Then Sanada returned, and Yukimura released him, and Kirihara melted into the background to think as Sanada faithfully rattled off the latest developments in the tennis world and at club practice in particular. Half-listening to their conversation, Kirihara noticed that Yukimura asked Sanada many of the same questions the captain would ask Jackal and him and found it interesting how some of Sanada's answers were similar but more were different. Or, he realized as he listened more, not different but more that Sanada understood what it was Yukimura wanted to know, what he was looking for.

 

Watching them together, watching Sanada talking as easily as Niou or Marui, Kirihara felt like he was getting a chance to see the upper-classman he had met briefly last year, before Yukimura's illness had been known. It was such a small difference to seem so big.

 

And then Yanagi arrived with Yukimura's school work.

 

"Genichirou," he greeted, tipping his head. "Have you been talking Seiichi's ears off again?"

 

Yanagi and Yukimura shared an amused smile, but Sanada just huffed and said nothing. And then the data professor saw Kirihara in the corner of the room, and his amused smile melted into one of surprise.

 

"Akaya, we thought you had gone home already." Kirihara shrugged. "It's late," Yanagi continued. "I'll walk you home and then--"

 

"It's okay," Yukimura cut in easily, calming Kirihara's sudden anxiety. "Sanada was getting ready to leave me anyway."

 

He was allowed to leave, alone with Sanada, who had suddenly reverted back into the walking brick wall that didn't understand the concept of conversation.

 

[Reach out and grab it.]

 

Did Yukimura really mean what it sounded like, Kirihara wondered, stealing several quick peeks at his taller and more formidable vice-captain. He could still feel the ghosted imprint of Yukimura's fingers wrapped around his wrist and he wondered what Sanada's grip would feel like on him.

 

From the corner of his eye, he saw the convenience store across the street, and that's when his teenaged metabolism reminded him that he hadn't eaten since lunch that day--way too many hours ago. Quick thinking and devious planning on the tennis courts transferred over into this game he finally realized he was playing, and he reached out and grabbed Sanada's wrist, much like how Yukimura had grabbed his earlier.

 

"Buy me something, Sanada-fukubuchou," he demanded, dragging the taller teen across the street and into the store where he managed to cohorce his upper-classman into buying him a corndog and a drink, too, before leaving.

 

"What are you doing?" Sanada finally growled.

 

Confused, he looked up from where he was smearing mayonnaise over his corndog. "Huh?" he asked, licking some of the mayo off his fingers.

 

Sanada just cleared his throat and looked away, and Kirihara suddenly grinned again. Sanada wasn't just a brick wall, after all--no matter how much he would like everyone to believe that. Kirihara wondered how far he would have to push before he could reach out and grab the older teen.

 

Kirihara liked corndogs. He really liked corn dogs. Once, when he was in elementary school, a girl in his class had shoved a whole corndog in her mouth. Everyone had been really impressed and tried to do it themselves. It wasn't until several years later when young libidos started blossoming that the feat had taken on a whole knew meaning. Kirihara had never been able to get the whole corndog into his mouth without gagging first, but now, as he sucked on the breaded hot dog, he thought about sucking on something else.

 

He wondered, almost guiltily, what it would be like if it was Sanada's cock he was wrapping his lips and tongue around right now. A couple of girls had done that to him in the past year, so he knew how good it felt, but he'd never done it to someone else before, and he'd never had a guy do that to him, either. He wondered, though, if Sanada had ever done that with somebody.

 

And then Kirihara imagined Sanada kneeling in front of him as he swallowed Kirihara's cock, and he had to stuff the corn dog in his mouth to stifle a moan.

 

Sanada shot him another look, and looked away just as quickly, clearing his throat again.

 

Kirihara grinned and shot a glance towards Sanada's crotch to determine that, yes, there was a rather larger impression there than normal--which got Kirihara thinking about how hung his vice-captain must be.

 

"Stop that," Sanada barked suddenly, and Kirihara jumped in guilty surprise. "You said you were hungry, so eat it; don't play with it."

 

His heart was racing in his chest with excitement, just like before he stepped onto the court for a game that promised to be interesting, and his cock tingled in response. He licked his dry lips and forced himself to breath normally.

 

"But I like to play...with it," he finally answered, and Sanada growled something Kirihara didn't catch as the older boy looked away.

 

It took the third year student several more minutes to realize that something else was different.

 

"Don't you live in that direction?" Sanada asked when he realized Kirihara was still following him and he was heading home.

 

Kirihara chewed on the bamboo stick thoughtfully. "It's a nice night tonight, don't you think, Sanada-sempai?" He ignored the darkening look on the older teen's face. "We could probably play a game before it gets too dark."

 

"No." For a moment, it looked like he wasn't going to say anything else. And then, "Go home, Kirihara."

 

Sanada turned away, and Kirihara watched him walk away with a discouraged little frown.

 

~~~****~~~

 

TBC