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Like Flies In My Water Bottle
By : SimplyKim
Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General
Views: 2017 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
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With a defeated sigh, he trudged awkwardly to
where his duffel bag lay undisturbed on the wooden benches, and with a sound
thud, he dropped beside it, rummaging inside and moaning lightly as he felt the
dampness of his towel-wrapped water bottle. The coolness of the rough cloth
comforted him somehow... and he found himself clutchat hat his water bottle as
if his life depended on it. With renewed determination, he uncapped the
protruding straw and took a huge slurp of cold water, letting out a groan after
gulping it down. He took another sip... and another... and then another,
revelling in the singular kind of peace it brought him, his hard-on finally dissolving
with ease as minutes slowly ticked past.The night was approaching, and he
could feel a chill wind penetrate deep into his exposed skin. He needed to
dress up, or else he would get real sick. Reluctantly relinquishing his hold on
his apparent saviour, he rummaged once again and took out a huge green shirt.
Without any hesitation, he pulled it over his head and proceeded to primp
himself, worrying the unwanted creases silly, his fingers trying to smoothen
them away – all to no avail.Oh well, it doesn’t matter
anyway; it’s close to sunset already.He stared at the hem of his shirt. It was
green, he knew, only a bit cloaked by the shadows to resemble such colour.Green.
There’s a patch of green patterns
across the chest area of his club shirt... For someone with two years of tennis
experience, the look isn’t so bad... It’s pretty interesting... a bit dorky,
but still interesting. Much like that kid’s shirt... yeah...Suddenly his eyes widened. Oh hell!
There he was!
The focal point of his obsession was walking by the court, probably on
the way home. Soon enough, unwanted stirrings coursed through his body, making
him feel as if he was on fire. An image of small hands with quite a small
dosage of tennis experience caressing his hardened length aroused him to the
tenth power, and the exponent seemed to increase as a vivid mind video of a
quite wide a mouth swallowing him was enough to render him mindless.He could not do anything but stare, his eyes following the other boy’s
every movement.He could not breathe properly... even when the other boy was well beyond
the reach of his sharp eyesight.With deliberate slowness, he massaged his crotch and let out a keening cry
as he came a few moments later, with sweat streaming from his pores, his
exposed body glistening with it... and the front of his shorts wet with spent
passion.n lan lang=EN-IE style='mso-ansi-language:
EN-IE'>Why did he have to be obsessed with the loudmouth anyway? What made him
want to just pull him underneath and fuck him senseless – or at least until he
cried out for mercy? He wasn’t much of a looker, so... why him?His throat was dry... and it felt parched.
He reached for his water bottle, uncapped it and chugged the refreshing
liquid faster than one could say ‘mania’.Maybe I should start liking normal things.
And for the umpteenth time, he
hoped Inui would never know about it... if he did, he’s going to die.Mainly from embarrassment.
He raised his eyes heavenward and groaned, smacking his freehand against
his forehead.Why does it have to be HORIO of all people?
* * *
A/N: Yeah,
yeah, I know. I’m officially demented... if I wasn’t then, now I am. The
thought just couldn’t leave my poor abused brain and I had to do something
about it. ^^; - 1
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