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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Kikumaru_Eiji/Oishi_Shuuichirou
  Character:
      Kikumaru_Eiji, Ooishi_Shuuichirou
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-17 Words: 1805
****** Benched ******
by mmmdraco
Summary
     Oishi was stubborn underneath it all, probably even against wishes.
Notes
     Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is Konomi-sensei's.
When Oishi injured his wrist saving a pregnant woman and had to sit out of an
important game, Kikumaru's first thought was not of the fact that the Seigaku
team might lose. That would have been no surprise to any of his teammates. Nor
was it about, as some would be surprised about, whether Oishi was going to be
okay. Instead, it was whether Oishi was going to be worried about whether
Seigaku would lose. Kikumaru knew the team would be fine, just as he knew that
Oishi would be fine.
Kikumaru knew these things because he'd wished for them, and for all of his
life, he's only had one wish which had not come true. It had to do with Oishi,
too, so Kikumaru wasn't worried. Oishi was stubborn underneath it all, probably
even against wishes.
That days' games had been tough for everyone, and Kikumaru could see that they
had been perhaps the toughest for Oishi since he had to sit on the sidelines
and watch everyone else work their hardest. But Oishi put his heart into
cheering for everyone else, so Kikumaru knew he wouldn't be depressed for too
long. But, he also knew where he'd be able to find the other boy that evening.
So, after going home and showering and changing into comfortable clothes and
having a sandwich and a half (his sister took a half when she distracted him by
throwing a bag of marshmallows at his face) and then he went to school.
Oishi did not dwell on things which did not matter very often, but it did
happen, and Kikumaru had learned to snap him out of it. So, that evening, he
showed up on the "D" Seigaku tennis court and took out the bag of marshmallows,
opened them up, and sat down on the bench next to Oishi. "Want a marshmallow,
Oishi?"
Oishi's head was hung low and his injured wrist was gingerly rested on his
knee. He lifted his head slightly and reached for a marshmallow.
Kikumaru smiled and took a marshmallow of his own. He took a bite of the soft
confection and smiled at his closest friend. "Hey, Oishi... It's okay, you
know. We won."
Oishi smiled back. "I know, Eiji. But I almost screwed it all up. If I'd been
there, you and I could have been so great."
Looking at the two little strands of Oishi's hair that always fell forward,
Kikumaru squeezed the bag of marshmallows slightly. "Who knows? We might have
lost. It's happened before. It might happen again."
Chewing his marshmallow slowly, Oishi sat up. "Thanks. I think I needed to hear
that, Eiji." He looked up. "Why do you always take such good care of me?"
Kikumaru's eyes were suddenly busy looking at something in the distance. "What,
Oishi?"
Oishi's eye narrowed. "You heard me, Eiji."
"Because..." Biting his lip slightly, Kikumaru reached for another marshmallow,
but Oishi's uninjured hand stopped his own.
"You can tell me, Eiji. I don't care if it's even because Inui told you to."
"Because I love you, you idiot," Kikumaru whispered.
Oishi smiled. "I'd hoped so."
Kikumaru smiled suddenly, then popped his marshmallow into his mouth and chewed
slowly. "You were really attractive today... I love you best when your heart is
really into something, and Momo's blue jacket looked really good on you with
that headband. It I hadn't already learned to deal with being attracted to you
while you're playing tennis, I might have been very distracted today."
Oishi blushed. He knew full well that it was only when Kikumaru was distracted
that he could focus and play as well as he had earlier in the day. "Thank you."
He smiled softly at Kikumaru. "You're most attractice when you're thinking
about something a lot."
Kikumaru grinned cheekily. "Then I looked my best today because I was thinking
of you."
There was a pause before Oishi said, "Yes. Yes, you did." Kikumaru looked into
Oishi's eyes and felt his heart rate rise a bit. Oishi was leaning toward him.
He could interrupt... but as Oishi's lips touched his own, he decided that this
was perfectly okay.
Oishi started to pull away, but Kikumaru followed, his flexibility allowing him
to keep kissing Oishi as he moved over the bag of marshmallows, deftly
manuevering his way into straddling Oishi's lap -- being careful of his wrist,
of course. Then, he pulled away. "I've been waiting to do that for a very long
time."
"I've been wanting you to do that to me since the first day we played tennis
together," Oishi admitted.
Kikumaru kissed him softly. "I want to do more, Oishi. I want to. I want to,"
he blushed a bit, "to come with you." Suddenly he bit his lip. "Am I being too
blunt? I'm sorry, Oishi! I'll back off and -"
Oishi smiled. "I'm glad you're honest with me. I wouldn't mind doing more with
you, Eiji. But, I don't know that I can do much with an injured wrist." He
blushed and let his wrist rest on Kikumaru's leg.
Kikumaru hopped a little on Oishi's lap. "Then I'll do all the work this
time... and you can maybe make it up to me later?" He looked nervous.
Oishi understood, though. "As soon as I'm healed. I can't think of a better
thing to do once I'm better -- even tennis."
Chancing cutting Oishi off, Kikumaru had been inching his way toward Oishi's
mouth. Finally, he kissed him again and let his hands wander under the hem of
Oishi's shirt, tracing the long, lean lines of his torso and testing for
ticklish sports, swallowing any laughter which inadvertantly made it past
Oishi's lips with his kisses.
He kissed down the side of Oishi's throat and let his head rest on Oishi's
shoulder as his hands moved down to the top of Oishi's pants. He unbuttoned
them, and unzipped them, and then let his hands slowly feel everything as it
was revealed.
Oishi was hard already and Kikumaru was fascinated by the feeling of Oishi's
heavy cock in his hand. It had a different feeling than his own, though working
at this angle was certainly different as well.
Kikumaru gently eased his way off Oishi for a moment, being sure to cover Oishi
up before he stood. "I should get something for this, huh?"
His breathing already a bit ragged, Oishi pointed to his bag. "I have some
Neosporin in the side pocket. That should work, right?"
Nodding softly, Kikumaru retrieved the small tube. "Is it really okay to use
this? It's sort of expensive, isn't it?"
Oishi used his good arm to pull Kikumaru toward him again. "You're worth it,
even if it was $1000 for a single drop."
Smiling, Kikumaru dropped the tube on top of the bag of marshmallows and began
to take his own pants off. He shyly covered himself as he got back on Oishi's
lap, then laid his pants on the far side of the bench. He grabbed the tube and
was about to squeeze some on his own fingers when Oishi held out his own.
Kikumaru's eyebrows narrowed in confusion. Oishi smiled in response. "I can do
this part with my other hand, I think. Can I try?"
Kikumaru nodded. "It'll be better if it's Oishi." He put a dollop on Oishi's
fingers and leaned forward slightly to allow Oishi room to manuever underneath
him. He blushed slightly at the first touch, both because it was strange and
because he couldn't help but notice the situation of being out in the open on
the tennis court. At least the lights weren't on!
Oishi finished preparing him (or at least Kikumaru hoped so, because he felt
very ready) and kissed Kikumaru softly. "Thank you for this." Kikumaru grinned
and positioned himself to accept Oishi inside him. It was almost overwhelming
to sink down on Oishi's cock and sit there for a moment to get used to the
feeling. It was good, though. And it was Oishi.
Oishi ended up letting his injured wrist rest on the back of the bench, but let
his other hand fall to Kikumaru's hip, more to be assured that he was real than
to guide him. But Kikumaru slowly slid up and down his shaft and the feeling
was exquisite, moreso than anything he'd ever been able to do to himself.
It was a steady build-up to a frenetic pace. Kikumaru liked to do things fast,
and while Oishi liked to be stable, he could definitely agree with Kikumaru on
this count. He couldn't imagine anything in the world producing more pleasure
than the very moment he was in.
Kikumaru found an angle where Oishi brushed against something in him on every
stroke that was driving him mad. His hands clutched on Oishi's shoulders, and
he pressed kisses to Oishi's forehead and cheeks and nose and eyelids and lips
and everything he could reach. His wish was coming true faster than he'd ever
dreamed.
It was that thought that put Kikumaru beyond the point of no return. His next
few thrusts against Oishi were powerful, the sort of power he'd been envious of
Momoshiro for earlier on in the day in their game against Hyotei. They were
apparently just what they both needed, though. Oishi clutched Kikumaru close to
his chest and Kikumaru arched his back just slightly and they moaned out each
other's names and then sat there for a moment, simply staring at one another.
Kikumaru smiled. "Thank you, Oishi. I wanted that."
Oishi kissed the tip of Kikumaru's nose. "Me too. So much."
Blushing, Kikumaru eased his way off of Oishi and then stood up. He pulled his
shirt down in front, then reached for his pants. "Huh?" he said and looked
around. Suddenly, he was racing down the court. A wind had picked up which had
blown away his pants in addition to the bag of marshmallows and the Neosporin.
Neither of them had noticed.
Kikumaru finally grabbed his pants and scrambled into them. "Oishi! Next time,
we're going to be INSIDE!"
Oishi nodded. "Definitely inside."
The next day at practice, Inui looked perplexed after he did a quick
observation check of the Seigaku court and players. Kikumaru was hopping even
moreso than usual. Oishi was wearing a smile, and his shirt was on inside out.
There was a peculiar stain on the "D" court bench. A partially emptied bag of
marshmallows had been found tangled in the "C" court net. A mostly used tube of
Neosporin was discovered on the line of the "D" court. Inui attempted to create
a hypothesis in which at least three of those facts would come together and be
explained, but he could not do so.
Inui reasoned that perhaps there were failings in data with more than just
Tezuka after all.
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