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Shower	By : drunkelnatt Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 2129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I didn�t know I�d be doing this. But to please the AtoxYuki fans out there, here�s the smut you want.

Disclaimer: No, they don�t belong to me. They belong to Konomi-sensei
and those who are involved in the production of Tennis no Oujisama.

Yukimura sighed when the stream of cold
water hit him. It felt good � refreshing even � after the four hours of English
he�d forced himself into. He flexed his right arm a little and tried to work
out the kinks on his fingers, wrist and elbow. But the stiffness and the slight
tingling in his fingers just wouldn�t go away!

�Sei-kun?� The deep, velvety
voice jerked Yukimura back to reality. �Why�s the
water cold?�

�Atobe?� When had that boy come
in? �Wait, you�d get yourself��

The silver-haired boy ignored Yukimura�s
protest and simply reached forward to fiddle with the two knobs until he managed
to get the water temperature right. He sighed dramatically. �That�s so much
better, Sei-kun. Now, tell me.� He unbuttoned the
first few buttons of his now-soaked cotton shirt. �Why are you showering with
cold water?�

�It�s quite revitalising,� Yukimura
answered.

�Revitalising?�

�Yes.�

�Much more than this?� Atobe
reached out his hand and cupped the back of Yukimura�s
head to pull him closer as he closed the distance between them and proceeded
kiss the other boy senseless.

As much as he reminded himself that he�d have an exam in two days�
time, he couldn�t help but respond to the familiar lips that were pressed
against his. He lifted a hand to caress the other boy�s cheek, delighting at
the wet texture of the skin that his fingers came in contact to.

When Atobe finally pulled away, Yukimura found himself pressed flush against the boy�s
body. He was then acutely aware of the uncomfortable roughness of the boy�s
trousers rubbing slightly against his arousal. He squirmed a little, trying to
get away from Atobe�s grasp.

The silver-haired boy laughed a little. �Oh no, you don�t.� He used
his weight advantage and pushed Yukimura to the wall,
trapping him as he planted both of his knees on either side of the boy�s body,
pushing his knees into the wall a little and ground his hips against the
cornered boy. He delighted in the little gasp that managed to escape from the
dark-haired boy�s lips.

With both of his hands free, Atobe removed
his shirt and let it drop in a wet heap outside the shower. �Don�t touch yourself.� He smirked when Yukimura�s defiant eyes locked with his. �Not until I�ve��

Yukimura gave Atobe
a small smirk of his own before his hand reached in between them and gave the
other boy�s bulge a hard squeeze. The smirk grew wider when his lover yelped a
little and shifted away from him for only about half an inch. �I�ll do what I�m pleased with.� His hand slid lazily
down to his arousal and he gave it a few light pulls. He watched as lust filled
Atobe�s eyes and if it were even possible, his smirk
grew when he unzipped the wet trousers and wiggled out of it a little.

So, he�d gone commando, after all.
Yukimura laughed a little, his hand still pumping himself
slowly.

The other boy growled through the small smile he wore on his face.
�Then, let�s please you.� He trailed his hands along the backs of the
dark-haired boy�s thighs. �Up.�

Yukimura obeyed that. He wound his left
leg around Atobe�s waist first, and then slowly
lifted the right leg as he pushed himself further against the wall, using it as
leverage. The other boy�s hands were planted firmly on his lower back,
supporting him the whole time.

�Good. Now, relax. I�m sure you know how, don�t you?�

Yukimura didn�t even manage to retort when
Atobe slowly entered him. He whimpered and shut his
eyes tightly, wriggling a little to ease the uncomfortable feeling of being
filled, and of the upcoming pain he knew would accompany the penetration. He
tried his best to relax, knowing that without lube, it was almost impossible.
But he�d made it clear to Atobe before that he didn�t
want to use soap, no matter what. For now, water was the only thing they could
rely on to help ease the pain a little.

But it hurt. It really hurt. Yukimura could
feel hot tears building behind his eyes, threatening to spill from behind his
closed eyes. He gasped and placed a hand on Atobe�s
chest when he felt that it was beginning to get too painful.

�Ahh�� Atobe
gasped. �Tight. Relax.�

Even Yukimura had to smile a little at the
other boy�s strained voice. He opened his eyes just a fraction to look him.
�You know what, maybe I don�t care anymore.� He put both of his hands on Atobe�s shoulders, lifted himself a little and then pushed
himself down on the shaft, forcing himself to take in the rest of the length.
By then, hot tears were already trailing down his cheeks; his mouth opened as
he gasped in pain and moaned in the pleasure-laced pain.

He only had to stop twice before the other boy was fully seated in
him. He slumped back against the wall, body shuddering with the effort to keep
from crying out at the agony that he�d put his body through.

Atobe�s hand immediately went to the
boy�s arousal and began to give him a few strokes in that familiar rhythm that Yukimura liked.

Through the red-tinged haze that seemed to mist over his vision, the
dark-haired boy moaned. The pain was ebbing � slow but it�s going away. When he
felt that he was ready, he could see the slight tremors in Atobe�s
jaw at the effort that the other boy put up to hold himself back from slamming
into him. Yukimura squeezed the member inside him a
little.

All he got was a low grunt before the silver-haired boy started to
move. He pulled himself out a little before pushing forward, jolting the
slighter body before him. He watched as Yukimura�s
eyes slid close again, his mouth slack as he leaned forward and put his head on
Atobe�s shoulder. He had to move a little closer to
the wall to keep the other boy propped up. Then, he went back to their familiar
rhythm.

Yukimura moaned and whimpered and moaned
some more when he felt Atobe� picked up his pace. He
was too far gone to even notice the discomfort of being impaled in this
position that he was putting himself in. The wall was unforgiving as it dug
into his back with the other boy�s every thrust. But the pleasure that he was
in surpassed all the discomfort, except for one. He tried to move his body
closer to Atobe�s, he tried to get some friction by
rubbing his erection against the boy�s stomach but there was no way he could
bend that far.

�Kei�� he began but it was dissolved into a moan when Atobe pushed in again.

He felt a hand closed around his aching shaft. Too much; it was all
too much. He arched exquisitely at the bliss of his member getting some skin
contact.

It was too much.

The heat was too much.

He needed release.

Now.

He tightened his thighs and dug his heels into Atobe�s
ass, urging him to go faster. He could feel the muscles flexing with the other
boy�s every thrust.

�Fasterrrr�� the rest turned into a pleasure-filled
groan when the silver-haired boy hitched him higher against the wall, changing
the angle of his penetration. The slight change in position now was almost�

Yukimura could hardly finish his thoughts.
Everything was in broken pieces, scattered as the familiar heat built low in
his stomach.

The heat was really too much now. He hardly noticed the water that was
still running in the shower, fine droplets spraying him in the eyes time and
time again.

He arched into Atobe�s touch again, groaning
in delight as the boy�s thumb swept across the tip.

Too much.

Nearly there.

As if sensing that Yukimura was near, Atobe tightened his hold around the boy�s erection and gave
it a slightly harder pull.

The bliss as he emptied himself nearly made him black out. He didn�t
realised he was holding his breath for that long. Bright white and purple dots
danced before his eyes as he came, spilling himself over the hand that was
still around him and onto the stomach before him. The water from the shower
washed the evidence away quickly. The other boy was still moving though,
snapping his hips up to drive himself in.

As he was coming down, he heard Atobe
released a short grunt.

That was good. Too bad he was so sore now he didn�t even feel like
moving. �Kei,� he said, breathlessly as he wiggled his hips weakly.

�Ah,� Atobe stepped away from the wall a
little, letting Yukimura leaned back against it.
Then, he let Yukimura slowly unwound his stiff legs
from around his waist. He rubbed his hands in soothing circles around the other
boy�s lower back, hoping that it would help.

He stood shakily on his own two feet, wincing as he let himself lean
against the tiled wall. After a split-second, he pushed himself forward and
captured his lover�s lips with his in a searing kiss. �That,�
he kissed him again. �That was good.�

�That must�ve hurt you.� The concern in Atobe�s
voice was genuine. One of his hands snaked to his lower back again and started
massaging slowly.

�It�s worth it.�

�I�m glad.�

A/N: Fuh~ nearly 2 hours for this piece. My
first piece on shower smut, haha! And I know it�s not
very good. *laughs*
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