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Just Another Saturday Night	By : Pixxit Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 2985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Just Another Saturday Night
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Seigaku

~Whatever happened to group
outings?~

The evening chill had set in. The courts, lit by artificial light, were the
only reality Ryoma needed. That, and the
picture Tezuka made as he returned stroke for stroke, barely out of breath -
all fierce determination and quiet pride.

�You�re not being serious, Echizen. Show me.�
He challenged as he delivered an unusually powerful shot.

Ryoma returned it viciously, scowl in place. �I am being serious. Stop provoking me.�

There was the barest hint of a smile and Tezuka hit the ball
again. Ryoma had to push himself to get
there and, this time, Tezuka�s return grazed the net and bounced just out of
reach. Ryoma tossed his racket aside,
paying no attention to the sound it made as it clattered and skidded across
concrete.

�You�re not even playing.
You�re just baiting me.�

Tezuka lifted a brow, flexed his fingers around his racket�s
grip. �You think so?�

Ryoma took a step toward the net. �Buchou.
Be Serious.�

Tezuka reached out, grabbed a handful of dark blue
windbreaker and hauled Ryoma to him. The
net separated them as surely as Tezuka�s obligation, but it didn�t stop him
from pulling the boy against him and taking his mouth in a hard, fast kiss. Tezuka was always serious.

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest when
he released the boy. Echizen staggered backward, unsteady on his feet.

�Now I�m baiting
you.�

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The rice wasn�t sticking.
The yellowfin was too dry.
Kawmura frowned. �Why can�t I do
this?�

Momoshiro looked up from his plate. �Meh?
Do what?�

Kawamura�s frown only intensified and he reached for the
small knife on the cutting board.
�This. Nothing is going the way
it should.�

Momo didn�t answer, as he had a mouthful of rice and udon,
and only watched as Kawamura turned to wash his hands. His shoulders were slumped and he looked
positively dejected. Momo personally
thought his senpai was being too hard on himself. He could certainly find no fault with the
plate full of heaven he was currently shoving into his head as quickly as he
could.

Kawamura sighed. �I
can�t do anything right. I�m a terrible
chef, I�m failing English and��

Momo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. �And what, Taka-san?�

Kawamura shrugged.
�Nothing. It�s just�never mind,
it�s stupid.�

Slurping at his tea, Momo swallowed and almost choked. �Come on, Taka-san, what is it? Spill it!�

Kawamura blushed, glancing around to make sure his Father
wasn�t in earshot. �Have you ever kissed
anyone?�

Momo blinked.
Whatever he�d been expecting his senpai to say, that hadn�t been
it. �Yeah, sure. I�ve kissed lots of someones. Why?�

Kawamura didn�t answer and, instead, became suddenly,
incredibly interested in the napkins on the counter. �Just wondering.�

Momo beamed, pushing his plate aside for the few minutes it
would take to wrangle the truth out of Kawamura. �Do you like someone? Who is it?
Does she know? Do I know
her? Does she play tennis? Is she hot?�

Kawamura blushed again.
�It�s Fuji.�

Momo�s excitement packed up and fled town. Kawamura�s dilemma was much, much clearer to
him now. �Oh.� Was all he could say. No wonder he was nervous. Romancing Fuji Shuusuke required about the
same amount of courage as walking into nest of scorpions. �Hm.
Good luck with that, Taka-san.�

The �you�ll need it� went unspoken, but Kawamura heard it
just the same. He began to fret anew �
he needed a course of action. A
Plan. Maybe Momo could offer some
suggestions.

�Oi, Taka-san?�

Kawamura looked up, hopeful.
�Yes, Momo-chan?�

Momo hiccupped, slurped his tea again. �You got any more of those noodles?�

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�Just leave me alone, Oishi!
You�re mean and I�m going home.�
Eiji shoved his feet into his shoes and tugged his hat on as he stalked
toward the front door. He didn�t look
back.

Oishi followed, shirt unbuttoned, expression drawn with
concern. �Eiji! Wait!�

Eiji only increased his pace, striding down the walkway with
his nose in the air. Oishi groaned
inwardly. It was going to be a long
night.

�Eiji, please, don�t go.�

He caught up to Eiji at the mailbox and tried to grab the
other boy�s arm.

�Don�t touch me.� Eiji hissed, jerking his arm away. �You don�t have to pretend, Oishi. I�m not as dumb as you think I am.�

�Eiji, I don�t think you�re dumb at all. If you�d only stop and let me explain��

Eiji turned then, arms folded across his chest, nose
wrinkled in annoyance. �What�s there to
explain? You don�t want to be with me
and that�s that. How much more simple
can it be?�

Oishi gripped both of Eiji�s shoulders and held him
immobile. �Eiji, listen to me. When did I say I didn�t want to be with
you? I�m with you every day.�

Eiji pouted, though he�d later swear that he hadn�t. �I heard you.
I heard you talking to that awful Oshitari about college
and�after.� Hearing Oishi, his Oishi
speaking to someone else about a future that didn�t include Eiji had wounded
him deeply. Adding insult to injury was
the fact that Mukahi Gakuto had been determined to make matters worse with his
hateful asides and sly, knowing glances.
Eiji decided he would never venture to any shopping centers in that part
of town ever again.

Oishi shook his head, bewildered. �And�what?
You�re angry that I spoke to Oshitari?
I don�t understand��

Eiji pulled away, striding away from Oishi again. To hell with him and his stupid Hyoutei
friends. �Just leave me alone,
Oishi. You don�t understand and you�ll
never understand because you�re a big, dumb egghead.�

Oishi blinked, stung.
It was unlike Eiji to be so venomous.
He stopped walking and just watched Eiji continue on. His chest ached and his stomach hurt. After a few moments, Eiji realized that Oishi
was no longer following him and he turned, astonished that Oishi wasn�t on his
heels. �Hoi! Aren�t you going to follow me?�

Oishi shook his head, almost numb with the hurt he
felt. �I don�t understand, Eiji��

Eiji planted his hands on his hips. He had to raise his voice now, as there were
several feet between them. �I heard you,
Oishi Shuuichirou! You told Oshitari
that you were never getting married.
That it wasn�t for you.�

The redhead sniffled, disgusted with himself for crying when
he�d sworn to himself that he wouldn�t.
His hurt was complete enough without the added humiliation of his tears. He swiped at his eyes, shoulders slumped in
defeat.

Oishi was at his side in moments, wrapping his strong arms
around his lover and pulling him into his comforting embrace. �Silly Eiji.
Can�t you ever just read between the lines?�

Eiji sniffed, buried his face against Oishi�s neck.
�What do you mean?�

Oishi rubbed his back, hugged him tight. �Two men can�t be married, Eiji. Not legally.�

Eiji pulled back, blinking back tears to gaze hopefully at
Oishi. �Nya?�

Oishi smiled, wiped a tear away from the corner of Eiji�s
eye. �If Oishi can�t marry Eiji, Oishi
won�t marry anyone.�

Eiji blushed, lowered his gaze. As much as he hated losing an argument, he
had no problem conceding this one.

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Kaidoh tensed. Inui
was sitting a little too close for comfort but had, until now, managed to behave
himself. Inui appeared, for all intents
and purposes, to be reading a book.
Kaidoh was not so easily fooled.

�Senpai.�

Inui looked up, careful surprise evident in the lift of his
brow. �Hm? Did you say something Kaidoh?�

Kaidoh�s gaze flickered to the space between them. Inui�s toes were wedged under Kaidoh�s
thigh. �Your foot.�

Inui smiled, shifted so that his legs were stretched out at
a different angle. �I�m sorry,
Kaidoh. I wasn�t paying attention. Please excuse me.�

Kaidoh shot his senpai one more glance before he turned back
to his own book. It wasn�t often that he
read for pleasure and he didn�t intend to let Inui break his concentration
tonight. He grunted his acknowledgment
and flipped to the next page.

Soon enough, he could feel Inui�s toes nudging his
backside. Kaidoh stiffened, but didn�t
mention it at first. Perhaps Inui was
merely very absorbed in his novel and honestly wasn�t paying attention. �Inui-senpai.�

Inui didn�t answer right away, simply flexed his socked toes
beneath Kaidoh�s bottom. Kaidoh squeaked.
�Inui-senpai!�

Inui looked up, glasses glinting in the faint light of the
computer screen that sat near the bed.
�Hm?�

Kaidoh frowned, laying his book aside. �You�re doing it again.�

Inui smiled � that slow, wicked smile that spoke plainly of
just how apologetic he was not. �Ah, sorry Kaidoh. Perhaps I should sit elsewhere. I don�t want to disturb you.�

Kaidoh cleared his throat.
�No. That�s not necessary,
senpai, truly.�

Inui waited until Kaidoh went back to his novel before
pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and shifting the tiniest
bit. Kaidoh cleared his throat again,
trying to be inconspicuous as he scooted a bit closer to Inui.

It was a silly, pointless game, but one that Kaidoh seemed
to require. Inui grinned as he watched
the slow flush of color warm his kouhai�s cheeks. Perseverance always paid off where Kaidoh was
concerned.

Inui was nothing if not patient.

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Hyoutei

~Meanwhile � back at the ranch~

Atobe swung his foot idly, lounging in his favorite armchair
near the fireplace as he idly flipped through a picture album. �Ore-sama is bored, Kabaji.�

�Usu.� Kabaji
responded, seated on the sofa, absorbed in his own activity.

Atobe raked a careful hand through his hair and sighed
heavily. �Perhaps I should call the
others � have a movie night or something equally plebian.�

Kabaji didn�t answer, as Atobe had not asked him an outright
question. His fingers moved quickly,
rhythmically.

�Did you speak to Jiroh after school, Kabaji?�

Without pausing, Kabaji nodded, though Atobe was not facing
him and couldn�t see him. �Mm.�

Taking that as an affirmative, Atobe lifted one foot and
studied his toenails. They weren�t quite
as buffed as they could be and that irritated him. �He hasn�t called all evening. I wonder what he�s doing.�

Kabaji didn�t answer, as Atobe had not asked him an outright
question. His fingers continued to move
quickly, rhythmically. His thumb,
however, was beginning to cramp.

�I�m not certain I feel like entertaining but I wouldn�t
mind a little company.�

Kabaji grunted his acknowledgement, taking no offense
whatsoever at Atobe�s implication that his company was no company at all. He knew Atobe well enough to know that �I
wouldn�t mind a little company� was code for �I would very much enjoy a
blow-job� and since Kabaji didn�t serve Atobe in quite that intimate a
capacity, he was unmoved.

Atobe sighed again.
�He�s only doing this to make a point, you know. Jiroh, I mean. He�s purposefully ignoring me to show me that
he requires a little more consideration than Ore-sama has been giving
him.� Atobe uncrossed his legs only to
cross them again. He was restless and
that was very nearly an embarrassment.
�Perhaps I should make it official.
Perhaps I should ask him for a date, na Kabaji?�

Kabaji paused, shaking his hand out to ease the cramp in his
thumb. �Usu.�

Atobe turned then, twisting in the chair to glance over at
Kabaji. He blinked, expression
incredulous. �Kabaji � what on earth are
you doing?�

Kabaji blinked, expression neutral. �Needlepoint.�

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�Ahhh�yes, Shishido-san�oh please, please, right there��

Shishido shifted, sliding one leg between Ohori�s thighs to
press against him as he moved to cover the taller boy�s body with his own. He kissed him, slow and deep, and combed his
fingers through soft, silvery hair. �Stop
calling me Shishido-san, Choutarou,� he whispered.

Ohtori whimpered, rocking his hips up even as he felt his
face warm with the heat of his bashfulness.
�Shishido��

Shishido blushed with pleasure, slipping a hand beneath
Ohtori�s shirt to stroke his smooth, flat belly. �Ryoh.�

Ohtori writhed, wrapping both arms around Shishido�s waist
to splay his hands over the shorter boy�s back.
�Ryoh�ohhhRyoh��

Shishido reached between them, rubbing Ohtori�s erection
through his thin cotton pants with the flat of his palm. �Is this � is this okay, Choutarou?� His voice was low and husky and his breath
was hot against Ohtori�s ear.

Ohtori made a desperate little sound and held tightly to
Shishido, arching up in the hopes of initiating a kiss. �Mmmyes. Yes, Ryoh�don�t stop.�

Shishido complied, unable to resist Ohtori�s pretty mouth,
his sweet urgency. He kissed him,
clumsily but with no small amount of enthusiasm. He rubbed against the boy beneath him,
nudging Ohtori�s legs apart until he was able to rest in the cradle of his
hips. He broke the kiss with a gasp,
burying his face in the curve of Ohtori�s neck.
�I really like you, Choutarou.�

Ohtori made a soft, purring sound and slid his hands down,
tentatively, to grip Shishido�s bottom.
Shishido moaned and thrust against Ohtori, harder this time, and sucked
in a breath, stunned, as he came hard in his pants.

Immediately ashamed, he tried to move away, flush with
embarrassment. �Oh, shit.�

Ohtori laughed softly and simply tightened his hold on the
boy above him. He nosed against
Shishido�s chest and kneaded that fine, perfect ass again. �It�s okay, Shishido-san. I really like you, too.�

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Gakuto loved bubble baths.
He loved them the way he loved sex and afternoon naps and strawberries
dipped in chocolate. He loved them the
way he detested Kikumaru Eiji � with his entire being.

Sighing in contentment, he slid lower in the tub and splayed
his thighs, rolling his hips once just because it felt so good. He hummed his pleasure, rubbing his belly
with the palms of his hands. He smiled,
luxuriating in his comfort and the eroticism of the warm water against his bare
skin. The bath was scented with vanilla and
lavender. Vanilla and lavender made
Gakuto horny.

He combed his fingers through the dark curls at the base of
his cock and stroked himself slowly. A
soft, low moan escaped him and he arched his back, baring his neck and soaking
the ends of his hair. Yuushi would be at
least ten more minutes with dinner and Gakuto knew he could get himself off in
less than two. Sneaking a little glance
at the partially closed bathroom door, he contemplated a quick jerk and
wondered if it would hinder his performance
later.

�Gaku-chan, hurry up in there, dinner is almost ready.�

Almost yelping in surprise, Gakuto pulled his hand away and
scowled in the general direction of the door.
Stupid Yuushi. It was like he
possessed some sixth sense when it came to Gakuto and his more hedonistic desires.
To himself, he muttered, �Screw
dinner.� Aloud, he called out, �Fine,
I�ll be right there.� He frowned again
when he distinctly heard Oshitari chuckle.
�And stop calling me Gaku-chan!�

He pulled the plug and watched the water begin to funnel out
with a sad look on his face as he stood and reached for a towel. The water hadn�t even begun to cool yet. �You have crappy timing, Yuushi,� he
muttered.

Oshitari�s tall, broad frame filled the doorway then and
Gakuto squeaked, wrapping the towel around his waist quickly. �Don�t you knock?�

Oshitari only smiled lazily as he leaned in the
doorway. �Why should I knock? I�ve seen it all before.�

Gakuto scowled. �Smug
bastard.� He turned, bending to dry his
legs and feet, offering Oshitari a beautiful view of his perfect little
ass.

Oshitari licked his lips, already crossing the small room
toward his partner. �You know it hurts
my feelings when you call me names, Gakuto.�

Gakuto gasped when Oshitari hauled him upright, one hand
cupping between his legs, the other wrapped around his chest, rolling one of
Gakuto�s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. �Yuushi�,� he moaned, reaching up to twine
his arms behind Oshitari�s neck. �What
about dinner?�

Oshitari nuzzled his lover�s neck and nipped the soft
fragrant skin there. �Screw dinner.�

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Jiroh watched, mesmerized, as the bottle spun in rapid
circles. He clapped his hands, excited
as he watched it slow, losing momentum.
�Come on, come oooonnnnnnn!�

Taki ducked his head to hide his amusement and Hiyoshi had
to work hard at frowning to keep the smile from his lips. �Pleeeeeease bottle, don�t let me down!� Jiroh pleaded again, bouncing in place from
his spot on the carpet.

�You�re being greedy, Jiroh.
You have to share.� Taki
admonished, feeling a little greedy himself.
Hiyoshi remained silent as he would rather have his toenails removed
with gardening shears than admit that he was enjoying himself.

Jiroh ignored him, not out of rudeness, but out of a real
necessity to will the bottle into stopping where he wished. When, at last, it spun to a stop with the
neck pointing at Fuji, Jiroh
beamed, looking almost feverish with excitement. �I got you again, Fuji-kun.�

Fuji laughed
softly and shifted, getting to his knees and tucking his legs beneath him. �So you did, Jiroh. I guess I�ll have to endure another kiss
then, won�t I?�

Jiroh squeaked, Atobe Keigo the furthest thing from his mind
as he crawled over to Fuji and
straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms
around Fuji�s neck and licked his
lips in anticipation. �Can this one last
longer? Please?�

Fuji gripped
Jiroh�s bottom and pulled him close, spreading his knees and grinding against
the boy seated atop him. �If you like.�

�Ahhh, sugoi!�

Fuji silenced
him in the most enjoyable manner imaginable � save one; there were other people
present, after all � and Jiroh�s lips parted obediently for him. Holding onto one another, they kissed �
slowly, audibly, licking and sucking and humming soft pleasure against one
another�s mouths.

Taki nudged Hiyoshi with his knee and, hesitantly, twined
his fingers with his teammate�s. Hiyoshi
swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture Jiroh and Fuji
made, clinging to one another and moving together so fluidly. Horrified to feel his underwear becoming just
the tiniest bit constricting, Hiyoshi snuck a quick glance at Taki, cheeks hot
with embarrassment.

Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, Taki glanced up at
Hiyoshi through lowered lashes and reached over to turn the bottle so that it
pointed at his too-serious teammate.
Hiyoshi�s eyes widened in surprise, but � sneaking another glance at
Jiroh, who was writhing in obvious desire in Fuji Shuusuke�s lap � he couldn�t
think of a reason to resist. He leaned
over, one hand sliding through the silky curtain of Taki�s hair as he pressed
an eager kiss to the pretty boy�s mouth.

Taki moaned, moving to swing one leg over Hiyoshi�s lap and
settle atop him. Hiyoshi moaned, one
hand splayed at Taki�s lower back as he fisted the other in that satiny
hair.

Jiroh was sliding one hand into Fuji�s
pants when Fuji tilted his head,
breaking the kiss. Undeterred, Jiroh
began trailing hot, sucking kisses down the column of Fuji�s
neck as his fingers curled around the width of Fuji�s
erection.

Fuji leveled his
glance on the man lounging so lazily in the corner, sipping from a crystal
tumbler and stroking himself through his pants.

Fuji smiled
slowly, sliding one hand into the back of Jiroh�s pants, eliciting a
high-pitched whimper from the boy writhing so sweetly in his lap. �Ne, Sakaki-san. Have you ever played Seven Minutes in
Heaven?�

~fin
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