Like It's Supposed To
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,593
Reviews:
8
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0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Saturday
Like It’s Suppsed To
Summary: The plans others make for us don’t always work, but neither do the plans we make for ourselves. We can only change with the times and go with the flow. Akutsu/Kaidoh
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. *sniffle*
Warning:None for Now
Author’s NoteThis is a different story and it’s placed in I suppose a future that I’ve created. I said to myself, “What if” and began. I started to work with a story where I decided something big happened to Kaidoh to change him and we’re going to find out what.
Please join me on that journey.
Dozo.
Saturday
And so it began.
The work week was like it always was. Hard. Except now, Akutsu collapsed into sleep, being just as cranky as Kaidoh when it came to being woken up to early. The weekend was silently loved and they fell into a rhythm of taking turns at breakfast (or lunch or when ever they got up) and watching tv or a movie together. Maybe Akutsu would leave and go to a bar and maybe Kaidoh would come back late smelling of sake and they would sit on the couch and talk about the night.
One month, two months, three lapsed into four and Kaidoh didn’t imagine suddenly the quietness of before. Akutsu cursing about his aching muscles was apart of the house now, Kaidoh bitching about dirty dishes became apart of the house, the idea of two people became apart of the house and Kaidoh didn’t want it to change.
It was a new pattern, he was dealing with it. He was adapting to it.
So when change came to disrupt the new pattern...Kaidoh did not take it well.
It was a Friday into Saturday and they came back from the noodle stand to sit a little while on the couch and watch tv and mutter on about the day. Akutsu took some aspirin, Kaidoh drank water. And they smoked, though Kaidoh was smoking less these days (something about a pilfered cigarette situation spurred this on).
They watched the late news and Kaidoh rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of how good it would feel to get under the hot water. He was doing more paper work lately, this bothered him and excited him as it could mean a promotion, but it also meant more paper work. The smell of balm reached his nose and sure enough, Akutsu was next to him, flexing and putting it on, trying to soothe the pain.
“You should try something easier, like security.”
“Never.” he muttered. “I still have pride.”
“It shows. Who the hell are you showing off for?”
Akutsu watched his biceps, then smiled lazily at Kaidoh. “You maybe. Stop watching.”
“And your ointment stinks. You should get the odorless kind.” Kaidoh smoothed his work bandana out on his knee. “One of the old guy’s pulled a muscle today.”
“Hn.”
There was a car accident and some investigations, a few consumer tips and a nice little feature on a desert bakery and Kaidoh had to smirk because Akutsu was rubbing it into his chest now, one arm still flexing.
“Akutsu.”
“Fuck you Kaidoh, I look good.”
“You got vain somewhere.” he said, drinking more water.
The man finished, putting the cap on his ointment and wiping his fingers clean of it. “Still gonna hurt like hell in the morning.”
“It’s from the couch. I’m saving to buy a new one. Maybe one with a bed.”
“Hm.”
Kaidoh’s head lolled back and he held the pillow that was Akutsu’s, liking the cool of it against his skin. “And maybe a plant.”
“You’ve been saying that for months.”
“Mm...just too tired to worry about it I guess...”
“Well fuck, I’m tired too. More tired than you anyway...” the man said softly.
Kaidoh felt the pillow leave his hold and he just kept his eyes closed anyway. He’d move in a second. Maybe he could just sleep like this...but his throat felt like it was closing on itself so -
Lips on his throat.
He froze, the thumb at his waist band still teasing the bit of skin, while lips placed again and again up his throat and over his adam’s apple. He could feel the whorls of his finger print, he could feel those lips and -
“Kaidoh, I’m tired...” the other man breathed, moving his face down.
Kaidoh just sat there a bit frozen as he was kissed, the hand now up the entirety of his shirt and when a moan threatened he moved away, standing up to go to his room.
He didn’t say goodnight, he didn’t say anything. He just went to bed.
In the morning he came out. Akutsu was cooking. That wasn’t so unusual now. It had been the first time as had it been when Kaidoh discovered that Akutsu was actually a good cook. He went for the fridge and got the pitcher of water, pouring himself more, happy that it had been refilled and reached up for a glass, Akutsu pausing to look at him as his shirt lifted and moved up.
He got the glass and glanced at him before he filled his glass.
Wasn’t there supposed to be some uncomfortable tension? An uneasy feeling?
He was in his boxers and in a black wife beater in front of Akutsu who was cooking and still watching him sometimes and he put the pitcher and the glass away, Akutsu finishing the eggs and putting them on the plates, giving one to Kaidoh. He started to walk off and his wrist was grabbed.
“What the fuck? Akutsu ”
He was kissed again and he yanked his arm away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knowing that Akutsu knew it was his actions, the arm grabbing, not exactly the kissing part he was yelling about.
And so they ate breakfast and Akutsu washed dishes and Kaidoh switched the channels and went to the back, putting on some jeans. He came back out and re-changed the channel as Akutsu had taken over and sat down in his usual spot, taking up the pillow and crossing his legs, placing it over his lap.
He didn’t know how to deal with this. He didn’t want to deal with this. This would change things. Did he want them to change?
Maybe? No?
A hand rubbed the back of his neck and he leaned back into it, wondering where it had been all along. He hadn’t wanted to deal with this because he’d known it for so long and didn’t want to accept this, or the possibility of another heart break.
His head was laid on his shoulder and Kaidoh liked the soap Akutsu used. He liked the feeling of the arm around his shoulders, loose, not so possessive, but it proved something. A hand went for the remote in his own and he hissed, Akutsu giving a soft laugh.
“Figured that.”
“Fuck you...”
He got another kiss then, blushing slightly as the tongue invaded his mouth. He didn’t stop the moan of pleasure that came and let his eyes slip close as Akutsu pulled away, the young man laying his head back down. Akutsu ran his fingers through his hair and Kaidoh wondered if the “Mamushis” he said would be softer now or always harsh and mocking, not that they weren’t supposed to be.
They watched tv and somewhere in there, Kaidoh realized he was still tired and went to sleep against Akutsu, the remote taken from him, the channels switched but he didn’t mind.
Akutsu was apart of the house now. He was apart of him now.
****
*Slow and easy, but not for long. Don’t worry, the ‘dorama’ is a coming. Just you wait.
*Also, if you were wondering...Yeah, Kaidoh smokes like a stack. A lot of Japanese men do...but Kaidoh I imagine is pretty cool at it and does all he can to make sure the smell don’t cling...and if it does...it’s still a sexy clingy smoke smell...because he’s Kaidoh....Akutsu likes it.
*^w^
Summary: The plans others make for us don’t always work, but neither do the plans we make for ourselves. We can only change with the times and go with the flow. Akutsu/Kaidoh
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. *sniffle*
Warning:None for Now
Author’s NoteThis is a different story and it’s placed in I suppose a future that I’ve created. I said to myself, “What if” and began. I started to work with a story where I decided something big happened to Kaidoh to change him and we’re going to find out what.
Please join me on that journey.
Dozo.
Saturday
And so it began.
The work week was like it always was. Hard. Except now, Akutsu collapsed into sleep, being just as cranky as Kaidoh when it came to being woken up to early. The weekend was silently loved and they fell into a rhythm of taking turns at breakfast (or lunch or when ever they got up) and watching tv or a movie together. Maybe Akutsu would leave and go to a bar and maybe Kaidoh would come back late smelling of sake and they would sit on the couch and talk about the night.
One month, two months, three lapsed into four and Kaidoh didn’t imagine suddenly the quietness of before. Akutsu cursing about his aching muscles was apart of the house now, Kaidoh bitching about dirty dishes became apart of the house, the idea of two people became apart of the house and Kaidoh didn’t want it to change.
It was a new pattern, he was dealing with it. He was adapting to it.
So when change came to disrupt the new pattern...Kaidoh did not take it well.
It was a Friday into Saturday and they came back from the noodle stand to sit a little while on the couch and watch tv and mutter on about the day. Akutsu took some aspirin, Kaidoh drank water. And they smoked, though Kaidoh was smoking less these days (something about a pilfered cigarette situation spurred this on).
They watched the late news and Kaidoh rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of how good it would feel to get under the hot water. He was doing more paper work lately, this bothered him and excited him as it could mean a promotion, but it also meant more paper work. The smell of balm reached his nose and sure enough, Akutsu was next to him, flexing and putting it on, trying to soothe the pain.
“You should try something easier, like security.”
“Never.” he muttered. “I still have pride.”
“It shows. Who the hell are you showing off for?”
Akutsu watched his biceps, then smiled lazily at Kaidoh. “You maybe. Stop watching.”
“And your ointment stinks. You should get the odorless kind.” Kaidoh smoothed his work bandana out on his knee. “One of the old guy’s pulled a muscle today.”
“Hn.”
There was a car accident and some investigations, a few consumer tips and a nice little feature on a desert bakery and Kaidoh had to smirk because Akutsu was rubbing it into his chest now, one arm still flexing.
“Akutsu.”
“Fuck you Kaidoh, I look good.”
“You got vain somewhere.” he said, drinking more water.
The man finished, putting the cap on his ointment and wiping his fingers clean of it. “Still gonna hurt like hell in the morning.”
“It’s from the couch. I’m saving to buy a new one. Maybe one with a bed.”
“Hm.”
Kaidoh’s head lolled back and he held the pillow that was Akutsu’s, liking the cool of it against his skin. “And maybe a plant.”
“You’ve been saying that for months.”
“Mm...just too tired to worry about it I guess...”
“Well fuck, I’m tired too. More tired than you anyway...” the man said softly.
Kaidoh felt the pillow leave his hold and he just kept his eyes closed anyway. He’d move in a second. Maybe he could just sleep like this...but his throat felt like it was closing on itself so -
Lips on his throat.
He froze, the thumb at his waist band still teasing the bit of skin, while lips placed again and again up his throat and over his adam’s apple. He could feel the whorls of his finger print, he could feel those lips and -
“Kaidoh, I’m tired...” the other man breathed, moving his face down.
Kaidoh just sat there a bit frozen as he was kissed, the hand now up the entirety of his shirt and when a moan threatened he moved away, standing up to go to his room.
He didn’t say goodnight, he didn’t say anything. He just went to bed.
In the morning he came out. Akutsu was cooking. That wasn’t so unusual now. It had been the first time as had it been when Kaidoh discovered that Akutsu was actually a good cook. He went for the fridge and got the pitcher of water, pouring himself more, happy that it had been refilled and reached up for a glass, Akutsu pausing to look at him as his shirt lifted and moved up.
He got the glass and glanced at him before he filled his glass.
Wasn’t there supposed to be some uncomfortable tension? An uneasy feeling?
He was in his boxers and in a black wife beater in front of Akutsu who was cooking and still watching him sometimes and he put the pitcher and the glass away, Akutsu finishing the eggs and putting them on the plates, giving one to Kaidoh. He started to walk off and his wrist was grabbed.
“What the fuck? Akutsu ”
He was kissed again and he yanked his arm away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knowing that Akutsu knew it was his actions, the arm grabbing, not exactly the kissing part he was yelling about.
And so they ate breakfast and Akutsu washed dishes and Kaidoh switched the channels and went to the back, putting on some jeans. He came back out and re-changed the channel as Akutsu had taken over and sat down in his usual spot, taking up the pillow and crossing his legs, placing it over his lap.
He didn’t know how to deal with this. He didn’t want to deal with this. This would change things. Did he want them to change?
Maybe? No?
A hand rubbed the back of his neck and he leaned back into it, wondering where it had been all along. He hadn’t wanted to deal with this because he’d known it for so long and didn’t want to accept this, or the possibility of another heart break.
His head was laid on his shoulder and Kaidoh liked the soap Akutsu used. He liked the feeling of the arm around his shoulders, loose, not so possessive, but it proved something. A hand went for the remote in his own and he hissed, Akutsu giving a soft laugh.
“Figured that.”
“Fuck you...”
He got another kiss then, blushing slightly as the tongue invaded his mouth. He didn’t stop the moan of pleasure that came and let his eyes slip close as Akutsu pulled away, the young man laying his head back down. Akutsu ran his fingers through his hair and Kaidoh wondered if the “Mamushis” he said would be softer now or always harsh and mocking, not that they weren’t supposed to be.
They watched tv and somewhere in there, Kaidoh realized he was still tired and went to sleep against Akutsu, the remote taken from him, the channels switched but he didn’t mind.
Akutsu was apart of the house now. He was apart of him now.
****
*Slow and easy, but not for long. Don’t worry, the ‘dorama’ is a coming. Just you wait.
*Also, if you were wondering...Yeah, Kaidoh smokes like a stack. A lot of Japanese men do...but Kaidoh I imagine is pretty cool at it and does all he can to make sure the smell don’t cling...and if it does...it’s still a sexy clingy smoke smell...because he’s Kaidoh....Akutsu likes it.
*^w^