Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Touched - Rikkaidai - SanadaKirihara ❯ Chapter 10

Title: Touched

A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf [andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com]
Chapter: 10/

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Date Started: April 2005
Word Count: 1578

 

 

~~~"Touched"~~~

 

MID-SEPTEMBER

 

It was pouring buckets of big, fat, warm raindrops. Within a minute of stepping out of the locker room, Sanada was completely soaked. Yukimura's mother had picked him up shortly before practice ended, and Yanagi had mentioned having to look something up in the library.

 

For once, he wasn't annoyed with his friends' seeming dissertation.

 

Kirihara looked at him with that expression... before offering to race him home.

 

It was a childish, not to mention dangerous, thing to do in this type of weather, but he reasoned the bright, expectant look Kirihara leveled at him when he'd replied, "What will you give me when I win?" was worth any bruises a nasty fall on the slippery pavement would deliver. As well as how he had to swallow back a shout of laughter when the younger teen retorted, "What will you give me?" before darting off towards the school gates.

 

In shorter bursts, Kirihara was probably a little faster than Sanada, but he didn't have the endurance to maintain his speed, and Sanada caught up with him easily outside the school gates. They paced side-by-side through the waterlogged streets until the reached Sanada's street, and then they dashed forward in a burst of adrenaline.

 

Sanada was first to the sliding door and had it open in time for Kirihara to fall in past him, sprawling out onto the seat-step into the main house. Water splashed everywhere as the younger teen collapsed with a loud splat, panting heavily.

 

Sanada stared down at him with a mixture of amused fondness and minor annoyance. And then a twinkling green eye peeked open from under the soaking mop of black curls and a devilish grin tweaked those red lips. Kirihara had just enough time to roll onto his back before Sanada was on him.

 

Kirihara welcomed him hungrily, and he pulled himself against the slighter teen as their lips met and tongues battled for dominance. Wet clothes clung and pulled, a distraction; chilled fingers snuck under his shirt, stroking against his spine as Kirihara's thighs hugged his hips. He knew what the other boy wanted from him. He hesitated not because he didn't want it too, but because he knew that if they did have sex, it would change everything between them irrevocably.

 

If they never went farther than kissing and making out, then, when the time came, they would be able to leave each other without too much messiness. But Sanada knew from experience that once you've shared yourself like that with someone else, you would never be able to get that piece of yourself back. Not that he regretted having sex, but...

 

"Mmm. You feel so good," Kirihara moaned, tipping his head back, and Sanada sealed his mouth over the exposed skin of Kirihara's throat. There would be another mark there tomorrow. It served him right, though, for the hassled he'd had to deal with yesterday when Marui and Niou had seen Kirihara's handiwork left unknowing to Sanada on his back.

 

"I could suck you off right here," the younger boy panted, eyes gleaming wickedly. "But what would your mom say?"

 

Sanada growled at this reminder that they were barely inside the entrance room, annoyed with himself for having gotten carried away by the younger boy's antics. He climbed up into the house proper, giving Kirihara and hand-up before hastening to his room. "Come on. Let's get out of these wet clothes before either one of us catches a cold."

 

 

Kirihara dropped his sports bag by the door before he was fully in the bedroom and pounced. Sanada caught the smaller teen easily, and they tore at each other's clothing, leaving the wet garments to soak where they plopped. Rain water dried quickly from heated skin, and they pressed and moved against each other, kissing and touching wherever they could.

 

"Shit. Hold on a second," Kirihara gasped, pulling away and darting back towards the discarded gym bag, retrieving a small shopping bag and presenting Sanada with a sheepishly embarrassed grin. "I stopped at Lawson's on the way to school this morning," he explained, fidgeting with the plastic.

 

"I know you said you wanted to wait and all," he continued, not quite able to meet Sanada's regard, "And I will, because you want to, but--I wanted you to know. I want to, and I want to do it with you."

 

Suddenly, Kirihara was looking directly at him, as if daring him to say something derogatory. He glanced at the bag and could just make out the bottle of personal lubricant and the box of condoms through the thin plastic, and he marveled at Kirihara's gumption to just go to a store one morning and buy such things.

 

For two months Kirihara had been seemingly content with the kissing and touching that Sanada had limited them to, but it looked like the younger teen was done being patient. He reached out and pulled him closer by his neck, closing his mouth over Kirihara's in a fast, hungry kiss. When he finally pulled away, he answered simply.

 

"Okay."

 

Sanada turned away and went to the corner of his room where his futon laid folded up. Dragging mat, cushion, sheet, and blankets away from the wall, he then retrieved another blanket and a larger bath towel from the closet. At least somewhat satisfied that they wouldn't be doing this on a bare floor, he turned back to Kirihara who was just standing there watching him with that skitterish uncertain expression he'd only recently become familiar with.

 

"Akaya," he said gently, holding up a hand for the other boy. Kirihara didn't hesitate then, going willingly to him, pressing their naked bodies together again. Arms wrapped around his middle and a face tilted up towards his for a kiss he willingly bestowed. He ran his hands across Kirihara's back, skimming lower over his tight backside.

 

Nothing about this boy was soft. From chapped lips that scraped against his and rough hands as calloused as his own, to the lithe body wrapped in wry muscles.

 

Kirihara pulled back from the heavy kissing and said gently, "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, sempai."

 

There was a way the younger boy had of wrapping his tongue around what should have been a respectful title that made the word sound incredibly dirty and erotic. Or maybe it was just the fact that Kirihara was saying it in his seductively playful voice that teased and tempted him. It twisted Sanada's insides in knots of want and lust and ache.

 

"Who said anything about me not wanting you," he replied, voice rough with boiling passions. His hips hitched as he spoke, his arousal pressing firmly against Kirihara's. He fastened his mouth over the younger boy's neck again, tasting his skin, inhaling his scent.

 

They dropped onto the blankets and futon in a graceless tumble, eager bodies pressing and writhing together. Sanada tried to kiss him slowly, languidly, running his tongue along lips and teeth and tongue, but Kirihara wanted none of it, pressing for hard, fast, and furious. Fingers fumbled with the wrapper seal on the bottle, unsuccessful until Kirihara filched it and tore it off.

 

"It'll hurt a little," he warned, cautious as ever as he up-ended the bottle in his palm. Regardless of whether they had sex now or not, he intended to put this lubricant to good use.

 

"I know," Kirihara panted, spreading his legs for him. "It might hurt, but it'll feel really good, too." He grinned, green eyes dancing with mischief and desire, and Sanada felt his throat tighten. "I'm not afraid. Everything we've done so far as been really great. This will be, too," he told him, slowly taking Sanada's wrist and moving it between his legs.

 

"Please," Kirihara moaned, his head falling back. "I want to feel you inside me, sempai."

 

"Impatient," he growled, pressing his fingers to that place, smearing the lubricant.

 

"Assertive," Kirihara retorted, grinning again. "Hurry. Want you so bad it hurts."

 

The boy reached for himself, and Sanada groaned at the sight before pushing Kirihara's hand away, choosing to pleasure the younger boy with his mouth instead. The lubricant was slippery slick, much more so than the massage cream they'd been making do with. It was an old experience made new, made easier and within a minute Kirihara was audibly begging him to use more than just fingers in him.

 

"Sanada, please," he simpered, tugging at his scalp. "Oh, shit, you gotta stop or I'm gonna come. Fuck, please! I need--I want-- I wanna come with you inside me!"

 

He released Kirihara's cock with a wet pop and surged forward to quiet his complaints. Kirihara's legs wrapped around his wait, pulling him closer, and his own hips jerked forward in response. So close, so very close, but not close enough.

 

"Do it," Kirihara gasped. "Please. Want it. Want you," he panted, writhing and undulating.

 

Sanada shifted his weight partially off Kirihara, and the second-year cried out in protest, clinging to him like human Velcro. "It's okay, Akaya, I just need to," he tried to reassure him. He had no intention of stopping, not now, not unless Kirihara wanted him to, but he didn't think that was going to happen.

 

And then he was right there, and it was only a short thrust before he was inside the younger boy's tight, slippery heat.

 

*

 

TBC

 

 

***Additional Rikkai Scenes***

 

 

Ch.8/9 -

Yukimura arrived early to Saturday morning practice. He insisted he was only there to observe and facilitate, but no one trusted their once invincible captain.

 

"I was just showing him the difference in grip styles," he protested when Yanagi came to escort him away from the practicing first years. But he shot a smile and a wink over his shoulder to the nervously shifting freshmen.

 

"Really, Renji," he said softly when they were far enough away.

 

"Stop coddling you?" His friend was wearing a quirky grin. "We will, eventually. I promise. Soon enough you'll be back to your full strength and we won't have a choice in the matter, but until that day, please humor your pitiful teammates, ne?"

 

*****

Pre-Ch.9 -

 

"Kirihara, what do you want?"

"Oh, we're back to 'Kirihara' now, are we? A few minutes ago you were moaning my name and jerking me off, and I liked it. I really liked it... how you touched me... and how you say my name... Say it again."

"I don't think that's a very good idea--"

"I just want you, you stupid ass. Let's fool around and have some fun together, hmm?"