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Oyasumi	By : Michalyn Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 1510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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I don't own the lovely PoT boys, though
I sorely wish I did. Mada mada da ne? This ficlet is unbetated.

Oyasumi

by Michalyn

Pairings: Shishido + Ootori

"Che!" Choutarou heard a familiar voice swear behind him. He turned
to see Shishido struggling to peer over the wall of Inui's and Sanada's shoulders
as the two taller boys skimmed the room assignment list. They had just arrived
at the preparation camp for the Junior Invitationals and after coaches Ryuzaki,
Sakaki and Hanamura had divided the different school teams into groups, the
boys were all referred to their room assignments which had been posted on the
nearby bulletin board. Shishido, still blocked by Sanada and Inui was scowling.

"How the hell am I supposed to find
my room like this?"

"Shishido-san," Choutarou smiled,
waving his friend over, "You're in 343. It looks like we'll be roommates."

"Ah." Shishido shoved his hands
deep into his pockets and followed Choutarou down the hall. Their room was a
neat, two bed affair with a large window facing the tennis courts. Shishido
went to the window and gazed outside for a moment before rocking back on his
heels. He gave Choutarou a lopsided smile. "That was good luck on our part,
eh?" he said gruffly, indicating the beds.

Choutarou looked up in surprise, warmed
by the admission. "Yes, I thought so as well."

"Yeah?" Shishido asked softly,
his burning look causing Choutarou to flush.

"Yeah." Choutarou swallowed.
He had been so excited about training for the Junior Invitationals that he'd
forgotten everything beyond tennis. It hadn't occurred to him that he would
also have the chance to be alone with Shishido, without the worry of being interrupted
at inopportune moments by parents. Choutarou stared at the beds, positioned so
close together that when Shishido sat facing Choutarou on the edge of the other
mattress, their knees bumped as they leaned forward to kiss.

The exchange was as searching and tentative
as the other few kisses stolen between them. Shishido's lips were soft, but
behind their gentleness, Choutarou sensed a tension barely restrained that mirrored
the nameless frustration within him. Choutarou loved Shishido's scent and the
way the heat of the older boy's body seemed to meld into his, but recently,
their kisses left him restless--hungering for something ... something ... more.
Shishido's hand rested on his knee and Choutarou inhaled a sharp breath. He spread
his legs a little, and began inching forward to touch Shishido, when he was
startled by a ruckus in the hallway. The moment was lost. Choutarou pulled back
sharply as Seigaku's Momoshiro and Eiji came thundering down the hall, Eiji's
giggling and Momoshiro's whoop annoucing that dinner was ready echoing beyond
even Choutarou's and Shishido's closed door. Choutarou sighed. They had been so
close.

Shishido's expression as he ran a rough
hand through his hair seemed to indicate that he was feeling equally thwarted,
but his expression was tender as he turned to Choutarouu. "I guess we should
go for dinner, huh?"

Choutarou's irritation melted in the warmth
of that glance. It seemed enough then to simply be held in Shishido's gaze.
Smiling, he rose to join his partner. "Yes."

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"What's the matter, Choutarou? You
don't look happy."

"Ah..." Choutarou met Shishido's
concerned look with a sigh. "I just can't sleep well in a different bed,"
he complained as they moved to take their seats for breakfast.

"Is that what it is?" Shishido
asked.

Choutarou nodded. He was the type to put
down roots. The nurturing type, as Atobe always joked in that ambiguous tone
of his, so that Choutarouu never knew if his team captain meant it as a jibe
or a compliment. Whatever the case, Choutarou couldn't deny that home was very
important to him. Being separated from the familiar places and faces he loved
always left him a bit anxious. He hadn't been able to sleep at all last night,
even with Shishido so close by. Choutarou bit his lip. Well ... perhaps because
of that as well. It was hard to drift off into harmless dreams with Shishido's
soft breathing filling the darkness and the memory of his kisses still fresh
on Choutarou's lips. Still, it would be bad if he wasn't at his best because
of tiredness. Besides, he'd seen Shishido's frown at the sight of the dark circles
under his eyes and the last thing Choutarou wanted to do was worry his friend.
He was so determined to protect Shishido that Choutarou sometimes forgot that
Shishido was always looking out for his best interest as well. The thought warmed
Choutarou a little and despite his fatigue, he found himself feeling more energized
than ever to meet the day.

By the time they returned to their room
in the evening though, the narrow single beds had never looked so good. Choutarou
immediately slipped beneath the covers, determined to get a full night's rest.
Yet, when the lights were turned out, he found himself once again tossing and
turning-- unable to get comfortable yet hesistant to move around too much lest
he wake Shishido. An exasperated gust escaped Choutarou's lips. This wouldn't
do at all. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing sleep to overtake him.

"Geez, I guess this is the only way
then."

"Eh?" Choutarou stared as Shishido
lifted the covers.

"Stop gawking and move over,"
Shishido growled, pulling the covers around them and spooning tight behind Choutarou."We
came here to win. I won't have you collapsing on the court when it's our turn
to play doubles." Shishido's warm breath bathed Choutarou's neck as he wrapped
an arm about his waist. It was a tight fit--but a good one. Shishido was so
close that the the hair on his legs tickled the backs of Choutarou's calves and
Choutarou could feel the faint roughness of the other boy's heels as their legs
tangled together. He was also acutely aware of the way Shishido's pelvis pressed
against his buttocks. A little closer and ... and ... Choutarou's heart thudded.

"Sh...Shishido ... ah ... maybe we
shouldn't."

"Hmm?" Shishido mumbled sleepily,
his lips brushing the nape of Choutarou's neck in a way that made him shiver
all the way down to his toes.

"This is really comfortable but I
was thinking...maybe we shouldn't ... shouldn't ... you know... that is..."

"Choutarou?"

"Yeah."

"Go to sleep." Shishido tightened
his arm about Choutarou's waist, placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side
of his throat and promptly dozed off, his soft snores echoing in the silence.

Choutarou blinked in the darkness, stunned
for a moment as Shishodo's warmth surrounded him on all sides like a living
blanket. After a while, he gave a little laugh and snuggled deeper within the
other boy's arms. He guessed there was no helping it. He had found a piece of
home here after all.

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