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Runaway Horse	By : kat8cha Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 928 -:- 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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“So.” Chitose stared at the postcard as he lay on Tachibana’s bed. His legs were against the wall, and his long torso took up the width of Tachibana’s bed, causing Chitose’s head to hang off the side. “What exactly is this?” He waved the postcard, which was covered in uneven scrawl on the other side.
“A postcard.” Tachibana snatched the picture of a statue back, setting it on his desk. He frowned at Chitose. “I wrote it to you while we were on vacation.”
“I can see that.” Chitose stared at Tachibana’s room from upside down. One of An-chan’s old ribbons was caught under the wheel of Tachibana’s computer chair. “Why didn’t you send it?”
“We were busy.” Tachibana grumbled. “Couldn’t find a post box.” There was a red blush high on Tachibana’s cheeks though and Chitose grinned as his boyfriend tried to lie.
“You suck at lying Kippei. C’mere.” Chitose snagged the edge of the computer chair, tugging at it. Tachibana sighed, scooting up to the bed. Sitting up Chitose grabbed Tachibana’s short hair, pulling him half off the chair and into a hungry kiss. “You’re cute when you try though.”
“Only you would call me cute.” Tachibana’s statement was rueful, and he moved onto the bed when Chitose kept tugging on him.
“Don’t know why.” Chitose mumbled, kissing Tachibana again, sucking on his bottom lip before pulling back and shoving Tachibana onto the messy sheets. “You are.”
“Only you.” Tachibana managed before Chitose got serious in his kissing, their mouths only breaking apart for quick hurried intakes of breath or occasional forays to kiss at chins and throats. Chitose’s long fingers tangled in Tachibana’s white tee-shirt, shoving it up his chest so he could run warm finger tips over Tachibana’s toned stomach.
“Uhn. Senri.” Tachibana grunted, pulling away for a quick breath and to toss the shirt off the bed. He couldn’t afford to have Senri rip another one. Grabbing the edge of Chitose’s loose fitting hippy shirt Tachibana pulled it over the other’s head. He stared at Chitose’s skinny frame, frowning and running his hand over the others ribcage.
“I’m not too skinny.” Chitose muttered, nipping at Tachibana’s chin. “Now stop worrying and let’s get down to business.” Tachibana lost his pants next, his belt tossed somewhere across the room. Next were his boxers which ended up on the computer chair.
“Not my socks?” Tachibana bit on Chitose’s ear lobe, tugging as he wrestled with the knot that kept the rope around Chitose’s waist closed. He swore Chitose used a rope instead of a belt just to be frustrating.
“It’s sexy fucking you in them.” Chitose murmured, his breath hitching when Tachibana bit down on a fading hickey. He rubbed tennis calloused thumbs over Tachibana’s nipples, big hands stretched out so that the tips rested on the top of Tachibana’s stomach.
“Lazy ass.” Tachibana grunted, sucking and biting at the quickly reddening skin. He shoved Chitose’s pants down, unsurprised that the other wasn’t wearing underwear. “Lube’s under my pillow.” Chitose’s right hand pushed under the pillow, shifting around until he pulled out a plain tube. Chitose poured some onto the palm of his hand, rubbing it over Tachibana’s short and thick cock, enjoying the way Kippei’s eyes fluttered closed and he groaned like a bullfrog.
Pouring some more into his other hand he rubbed two fingers at Tachibana’s entrance, easily pushing them inside. Despite rumors, no doubt circulated by that bitchy catholic kid, Tachibana was no tight ass; Chitose had seen to that. Lazily he fucked two fingers into Tachibana, fascinated by the way the brown pucker opened up for him.
“Goddamn…. Chitose…” Tachibana groaned, fingers clenching in frizzy hair.
“It was Senri two seconds ago.” Chitose wiggled his fingers inside Tachibana, stretching them and crooking when he was sure he was in the right spot. Tachibana’s face turned an ugly shade of red and his eyes scrunched shut. “C’mon. Say Senri.”
“Ah.” Tachibana croaked. “Fuck. Chit-” Chitose rubbed at Tachibana’s prostate. “Senri!”
“Better.” Chitose grinned, withdrawing his fingers and looking around for the tube he’d mislaid. Finding it he rubbed lube over himself and tossed the used tube away before he flipped Tachibana over. “God Kippei…” He loved the look of Tachibana on his hands and knees, the way the other’s back muscles would ripple and that Chitose could feel each tightening squeeze when he fucked the other. “Fucking beautiful.”
“Nng.” Tachibana grunted as Chitose slowly entered him. Gripping his thin off white sheets Tachibna fought the urge to control the pace, to push hips against Chitose and rock himself fast and hard on the others dick. When Chitose just stayed their, his hard dick inside Tachibana, and his balls brushing teasingly against Tachibana’s skin, the teen on bottom gritted his teeth hard. Chitose was totally mocking him, his fingers writing out kanji along Tachibana’s back. “Senri.” Tachibana hissed shifting his hips forward and then back.
“Yeah Kippei?” Chitose murmured lazily, only an edge of lust to his relaxed tone. “You w…” Chitose shut up when Tachibana pulled away, the shorter man moving lightening quick to push Chitose back onto his bed and pinning his hands above his head. It was a tough stretch but Chitose didn’t fight him so Tachibana could handle it. “Want something?” Chitose completed his question.
“Yeah.” Tachibana reached under his mattres, pulling out another plain silver tube, though this one had yellow lines running down the sides. “Now stay still.” Quickly Tachibana opened the tube, the strong scent of banana hitting Chitose as the cold gel was poured onto his stomach. Tachibana dipped two fingers in it, pressing one thick and cold digit against Chitose’s ass.
“Hey, hey.” Chitose hissed, squirming as Tachibana pushed a finger into him. “Ah, fuck, go slow Kippei, it’s been a while.”
“No complaining.” Tachibana grumbled. “You could have just fucked me.” He shoved his finger deeper into Chitose, stopping when he saw the way Chitose was squinting in pain. “Hey, sorry, I can…”
“Don’t stop.” Chitose muttered, through gritted teeth. “C’mon, I can handle a little pain.” His ass was going to burn because he wasn’t as used to this as Kippei, but he could handle that. And he was not about to let Tachibana go on one of his self-hate jags. Kippei still looked unsure. “Look, if you want I can do it myself, put on a show.”
“No.” Tachibana’s dick throbbed at the thought, a sudden spurt of pre-cum wetting his sheets. “I can do this.” Tachibana knew for a fact that watching Chitose jam fingers up his ass would just make him blow his load way too soon, and right now he wanted to blow his load in Chitose. Wriggling his finger Tachibana started in on the slow work of prepping Chitose, wrapping his free hand around Chitose’s erection to make sure it didn’t flag.
“Ah…. God Kippei.” Chitose’s hips jerked when Tachibana brushed his prostate, the tall tennis player biting his lower lip. “C’mon, you can go faster.” Tachibana grunted, his focus all on Chitose’s slow prep. If Tachibana paid attention to Chitose’s squirming or the way Chitose was moaning he wouldn’t be able to finish this up. Once Chitose was stretched to Tachibana’s satisfaction he wiped greasy fingers off on his bedspread and held Chitose’s hips still as he pushed into him.
“Took. So. Fucking. Long.” Chitose panted, grabbing Tachibana’s short hair. “Now just fuck …” The last of Chitose’s demand was cut off when Tachibana thrust hard into him, both of them shouting. Tachibana took a deep breath before pulling part way out and slamming in. A rough pace was settled on quickly, Chitose’s gripping Tachibana’s hair so hard that he pulled out a few hairs, and Tachibana’s hands forming bruises on Chitose’s thighs. It was over within minutes, Tachibana stiffening up and coming, nails piercing skin as he grabbed Chitose even harder. Chitose lasted longer, long enough for Tachibana to pull out and start stroking his still hard dick. He tipped his head back on the pillow, panting hard and garbling out nonsense while Tachibana fondled him until Chitose came.
“I’m going to smell like banana lube for days.” Chitose muttered into blond bristles.
“So shower.” Tachibana muttered back, body lax and too tired to argue about being in the wet spot. He hadn’t even been on bottom and yet he stilled ended up in the wet spot.
“Don’t think I can walk.” Chitose’s laugh was breathless, and just a little self-deprecating. “I’ll make a note not to tease you by not moving by the way.”
“Good. I hate waiting.” Tachibana punched Chitose’s chest lightly before closing his eyes. They could clean up later, his mom wouldn’t be home for a few hours, and even then she’d be leaving immediately for mahjong night. An was out stalking tennis boys and would probably sleep over at a friends so they had time to grab a nap. Drifting off to sleep he smirked a little. Chitose totally smelled like him now, and it was enough to make Tachibana ignore that he would smell like incense for a day or two.
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