Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 7

 

 

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 7/?
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
Status:
Word Count: 1091

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

 

Fingers teased through his hair before tugging him up and off.

 

"Akaya--stop."

 

Kirihara sat up, licking his lips and looking at Sanada with worried confusion. Why did Sanada stop him? Was he doing something the wrong way? He'd been careful not to scrape him with his teeth, knowing from personal experience that it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but maybe he had missed something else...?

 

Sanada's lips twitched into a small smile and he continued to comb Kirihara's hair--Kirihara couldn't decide whether that annoyed him or pleased him, so he let it go.

 

"My mother's home," Sanada explained, shifting out from under Kirihara so he could stand. He reached down to help Kirihara up as well, and then pulled the smaller teen back to him, kissing him.

 

Kirihara moaned, hungrily and greedily returning Sanada's kiss, pressing their bodies closer, and rubbing his cock against Sanada's again--he could scarcely believe he was still even the tiniest bit hard.

 

"My mom will probably invite you to stay for dinner," Sanada said softly when he pulled away. "You don't have to."

 

"If you don't want me to stay..." Kirihara licked along Sanada's chin. He was still drunk off of touching the other teen, feeling him. He didn't want to stop. "Tell me you want me."

 

Sanada made a strangled noise but didn't say anything.

 

"Tell me how much you like it when I touch you--how much is turns you on to know how hard you make me--"

 

"Akaya--stop." Sanada struggled, holding Kirihara at arms' length and staring down at him furiously. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes, to all those things, but, not *now*."

 

Kirihara was torn between pouting or smirking. Sanada wanted him and had admitted it aloud--that was definitely an accomplishment. "We'll do this again," he said, not making it a question but waiting for Sanada's confirmation just the same.

 

Sanada nodded, once, and Kirihara grinned.

 

"It's a date then," he announced brightly, leaving Sanada to scramble back into his school uniform.

 

Sanada was frowning, though, disapprovingly at the wrinkles creasing Kirihara's shirt. "I'll give you something else to wear," he said, already heading over to the cabinet where his own clothes were neatly kept.

 

 

"Sanada-sempai?" Kirihara whispered breathlessly.

 

Sanada didn't make a sound but tilted his head that tiny bit that said he was listening and waiting.

 

"Play with me tomorrow. Tomorrow morning." Kirihara's eyes sparkled challengingly. "For every point I win I get to kiss you. Anywhere I want."

 

Sanada raised a questioning eyebrow. "And what happens for the points that I win?" he asked, too well accustomed to devious people to not be suspicious.

 

"Then you have to kiss me." Kirihara turned his face into Sanada's and bit his lip, slowly pulling back. His hand slid down across Sanada's chest and over his stomach.

 

"How is that fair?"

 

"Who said anything about 'fair'? I just want to play with you and get lots of kisses and have fun and--"

 

Sanada used the most effective method he knew to shut the younger teen up. He kissed him.

 

"Your mom's calling," Kirihara pulled away with difficulty.

 

Sanada's fingers were digging into Kirihara's sides. "Get dressed," he directed crisply, forcing himself to let his junior go and then stalking from the room, quickly, not trusting himself to stay any longer and not become distracted again.

 

Kirihara's grin became practically giddy as he started tugging on the spare clothes Sanada had laid out for him. They were, of course, too big, but Kirihara thought them perfect.

 

*

 

Cute Kohei. That was the role Kirihara had decided to play with Sanada's family, and it was the one he'd had exceptional practice with over the years and therefore excelled at by far. By the end of dinner Sanada's mom had offered him a standing invitation to come over anytime he liked and pronounced him a "very nice boy." Sanada's father and older brother seemed to like Kirihara, too, but the junior boy had a heavy suspicion that fact was linked directly to a fresh opportunity for the two older Sanada men to tease and torment their youngest.

 

The experience in and of itself was utterly unique for Kirihara. Abstractly, of course, he knew that his vice captain had one older brother and no other siblings, but one just didn't think of Rikkaidai's Vice Captain, Sanada Genchirou as the 'baby of the family'. That title was usually reserved for Kirihara. Seeing his formidable vice-captain itch amused Kirihara to no ends.

 

Sanada's mom was a lot like Kirihara's and everyone else's mom he'd ever met, with the exception, of course, of Jackal's mom, who just wasn't like anyone Kirihara had met before. Sanada's dad was... well, weird, Kirihara decided. One minute the guy was all mean-looking and strict--basically an older version of his youngest son--and then, a second later, he'd be laughing and teasing and making stupid jokes.

 

If someone had taken their father's personality and split it completely into two, then you would have Genichirou and his older brother. Sanada's brother was constantly smiling and it was beginning to creep Kirihara out in that 'you-remind-me-of-someone-from-Seigaku-who-I-would-really-rather-not-be-rem inded-of-thank-you-anyway' sort of way.

 

"Come on," Sanada called, standing after they had all finished their drinks. "I'll walk you halfway home."

 

"Only halfway?" Kirihara teased when they were away from the rest of Sanada's family. "Not all the way?" He pressed up against Sanada's back and wormed his arms around his middle, breathing against his back and arm.

 

"Stop, Kirihara. My family--"

 

"Thinks I'm a very nice boy," he reminded the other teen.

 

"If only they knew the truth," Sanada snorted.

 

"You wound me. I can be nice, Sanada-sempai. I can be very nice."

 

"No, you're not. You're bad. You're very, very bad..."

 

Kirihara was acutely aware of the distance Sanada maintained between them as they walked the streets towards Kirihara's house. "So, we're going to play tomorrow, right?"

 

"We can play tomorrow night after practice," Sanada negotiated.

 

Kirihara wasn't exactly excited about this condition, but he figured, even if he had to wait a few extra hours, he was still getting what he wanted. Still, he had his own obligations and goals to meet.

"Fine," he conceded. "but only if you play a practice game tomorrow against Yagyuu and Jackal."

 

Sanada eyed him questioningly, but agreed. It was something he'd planned on doing anyway, he told himself. "Fine."

 

Kirihara grinned, turning on Sanada and darting forward for a quick kiss before turning and running the rest of the way home.

 

~~~~

 

TBC