Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 5

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 5/?
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: March 2005
Word Count: 1749

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

 

"Please," Kirihara asked, but he wasn't really sure what he wanted the other teen to do. He'd had a hundred fantasies and had imagined a hundred different things revolving around his vice-captain. Not all of them were explicitly sexual, but a good many of them were. But just because he'd thought them didn't mean he could actually tell Sanada about them.

 

What did he want? He wanted Sanada to touched him, but Sanada was already touching him. He wanted Sanada to make him feel all squirmy good inside, but he was already doing that. He wanted to... Yeah. He wanted to know first hand how Sanada kissed.

 

He tilted his head a little more and closed his eyes. He was scared to look at the other teen and see his expression. What if Sanada just thought of him as some amusing kid, or, worse, was disgusted with him? His lips grazed along Sanada's cheek, their chapped surface scratching and pulling a bit, and Sanada made a grunting-huff of a sound before releasing Kirihara's hands and moving to shift Kirihara around.

 

"Do you even know what you want, Kirihara?" he asked, sounding amused as Kirihara resettled in his lap, his knees straddling Sanada's legs, and Sanada's warm hands slid down his back, a gentle pressure that pressed his and Kirihara's lower bodies into closer, more intimate contact. "Will you leave me to try and guess?"

 

Their arousals rubbed together and Sanada's hands settled at Kirihara's hips, controlling his movements, preventing him from bucking forward. "Sanada.... sempai...."

 

Sanada's strong fingers dug into muscles and flesh, making Kirihara catch his breath in pleasure. Sanada brought his face to Kirihara's skin, opening his mouth over Kirihara's shoulder.

 

"Is this what you want, Kirihara? Do you want me to touch you? Does it excite you to know I'm hard right now, and it's because of you?"

 

Kirihara choked on another moan. He was dimly aware that he was holding onto Sanada's shoulders and grinding his pelvis against Sanada's.

 

"Do you want me to kiss you, too? Maybe you want me to fuck you, right here on the floor."

 

"Yesssss," Kirihara hissed excitedly, panting, eyes squeezed shut. "Do it."

 

Sanada suddenly froze.... and then he pushed Kirihara right off his lap.

 

The younger boy grunted in surprise, blinking owlishly up at the suddenly standing boy. "What the--"

 

"You don't know what you want, Kirihara," Sanada growled, and he sounded furious as he physically struggled to contain his control. "Get out of here."

 

"But---I---" the boy sputtered, confused and angry and turned on as all get out. And then he just deflated, forcing his body to release and relax as he fell back onto the cool straw mats and threw and arm over his eyes. "Well... fuck..." he breathed.

 

Sanada glanced at him warily. When Kirihara continued to just lie there and breath, he reached down to collect the jar and put it away.

 

"It was a mistake for you to come here."

 

Kirihara snorted but didn't say anything, still refusing to move.

 

"You should go home."

 

Sanada sounded so fucking calm and cool and *controlled* again that it pissed Kirihara off and he snapped, "I don't want to go home!"

 

Sanada made a noise in his throat and then said in his disapproving tone of voice, "Don't be difficult." He stepped closer to glare down at the boy who was still not moving off his bedroom floor, and then grunted in surprise when a foot hooked his ankle and tripped him. He caught himself before his face could collide with the mats and growled menacingly, "Kirihara...."

 

"But I want to be difficult," the other boy answered, lips twitched--and he still hadn't moved off his back. He lifted his elbow a little to peek out at Sanada from under his arm. "Will you hurt me?" he taunted. "If I tell you that's what I want, will you hurt me?"

 

Sanada growled, his hands fisting against the mats, but he didn't answer.

 

Kirihara rolled onto his side, facing the other teen. "Why didn't the others ever leave me be alone with you before? Is that it? Did they think you're going to hurt me or something, sempai?"

 

The address was used in as mockingly a tone as Kirihara had never dared to use with Sanada before, and he noted with a hint of terrified excitement, that Sanada's fists were turning yellowish-white from tension. Kirihara wondered idly if the tatami mats would bruise from the pressure; if the floorboards below would crack and groan from the force.

 

"They were following my request," Sanada finally answered tightly, and Kirihara blinked out of his transfixed stupor , stunned.

 

"Your--you--but... why?" he demanded, confused and a little hurt.

 

"Because," Sanada hissed, forcing himself up into a sitting position finally and looking away from Kirihara. "I knew something like this would happen. It's a distraction I hoped to avoid."

 

"It's... I... I'm a distraction!" Kirihara cried, sitting up, now, too.

 

"Yes," Sanada answered assuredly.

 

"Why--you--" Kirihara began, quivering with the effort to try and control the anger and hurt that was coursing through his body.

 

"Kirihara, go home. You--"

 

Sanada stopped, his mouth hanging open for a moment as the words he were going to say lodged somewhere in his throat, remaining unvoiced, and he snapped his jaw shut again.

 

"I'm sorry. I should have touched you and said those things to you."

 

"Ne, Sanada-senpai?" Kirihara's voice was a wavering attempted at his teasing tone as he stared down at his lap. "Wanna play a game?"

 

"You should go home," Sanada repeated but Kirihara cut him off.

 

"What? Am I so much of a distraction that you can't even play a game with me?" he asked in a bratty manner, falling back and propping himself up with his palms. He grinned across the few meters now separating them. "I saw a play park nearby that probably has some tennis courts. We could--"

 

"No." Sanada's voice sounded so resolute. "Not tonight," he added after a moment, his voice gentling a small bit. "If you want, we can play a game tomorrow at school--"

 

"Where you can safely hide behind everyone else again?" Kirihara snapped, and Sanada's already tense form seemed to tighten even more.

 

Kirihara grinned. "You know what, senpai?" and taunted lightly. "I think you like me. You like my body, and you want to do things with me, don't you?" He shifted his weight to free one hand and run it up his stomach and across his chest before sliding down again.

 

"You liked touching me," Kirihara purred, eyes falling half closed as he continued stroking down, further until he played with the waist of his pants. "I know I did.

 

"I liked how you touched me... a lot." His hand slid down over the bulge of his arousal, molding and squeezing. Kirihara licked his lips and continued to watch the other teen cautiously.

 

"Maybe I don't know what it is exactly I want, but--" He licked his lips again, refusing to acknowledge the stubborn knot of fear and nervousness, knowing he was pushing his senior further than was perhaps wise, but believing that if this worked, the results would be well worth it.

 

He readjusted himself again. His school pants were normally loose fitting, but he was so painfully hard. It was a bit tricky with one hand, but Kirihara managed to work his pants free and continued to watch Sanada as he wormed his hand inside his pants. His body was warm. Hot. Burning. His breathing was fast and excited; his lips dry, and he sat up onto his elbow and forearm.

 

"I've thought about you a lot, Sanada-senpai. I think about you most when I'm touching myself, like this. I always come really fast when I pretend it's you touching me, and--" His voice caught on another groaning moan.

 

Across from him, Sanada twitched.

 

Taking another chance, Kirihara's head fell back and his closed his eyes, allowing one of his favorite fantasies to slip over him. He pulled himself free from his pants and laid his arousal out against his stomach.

 

"Do you touch yourself and think about me, too?" he asked breathless and flushed, but the thought of Sanada touching himself and thinking of Kirihara almost sent the younger boy over the edge. He moaned, squeezing himself hard and hissed about a breathy plea. "Touch me.... please, senpai."

 

Kirihara gave up trying to hold himself up in favor of being able to touch himself more, his nails teasing up and down his chest as he squirmed against the matted floor, shimmying out of his pants. A muted noise caught Kirihara's attention and when he looked again, Sanada's eyes were screwed firmly shut, his lips pressed together tightly.

 

It was too late to even think of turning back now. One way or another, Kirihara needed to come or he was going to die, he was sure of it.

 

"Mm," he purred, licking his lips and arching his back. "Feels so good, Sanada-senpai. So good," he added.

 

Sanada's voice seized him immediately in nervous anticipation.

 

"Is this what you really want, Kirihara?" he asked without opening his eyes.

 

For a moment, Kirihara felt like shouting at him. After all, here he was, in the buff, rolling around on Sanada's bedroom floor, practically begging the guy to touch him, and Sanada was asking him if he was sure? He refused to admit that his pride was also feeling a bit bruised by having to go through such measures in front of the other boy, but-

 

What was he supposed to be? Some pristine virgin or something?

 

He sat up; unable to look directly at Sanada and beg, he stared down into his lap instead. "Please, senpai," he answered, his voice managing somehow to remain both polite, respectful, and wanton as he waited for the other teen to do it--whatever 'it' was.

 

Sanada let out a heavy breath, as if finally reaching a hard-won decision.

 

"Come here, Kirihara," he said, and Kirihara looked up to see Sanada looking back at him, and that fire was in his eyes, the one that really excited Kirihara whenever he stood across the nets from him. He scrambled to his feet, wanting to finally touch that fire up close, and only closed his eyes a fraction when Sanada's hand reached out for him, cupping his neck and pulling him closer.