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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Character:
      Kikumaru_Eiji, Ooishi_Shuuichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Male_Slash, Sexual_Content, Anal_Sex, Sexual_Tension, Angst_with_a_Happy
      Ending, Post-Graduation, One_Shot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-29 Words: 2683
****** Golden Pair Splitting Up? ******
by FanGirlyBree
Summary
     Eiji learns some unexpected news from his best friend, Oishi, and his
     hidden feelings for his partner can't stay hidden any longer. This
     may be his last chance to tell him... but how will Oishi take it?
Eiji Kikumaru and Suichiro Oishi were best friends since middle school. They
had started out on shaky ground, but when they joined the tennis team, and
found out how well they worked together as a double’s team, they were
inseparable. They did everything together, took walks, did their homework, and
practiced tennis. They even got into the same High School. Eiji was a bright,
cheerful, and happy boy of 16. Sometimes he was likened to a cat with his
agility and acrobatic skills in tennis and his curiosity off of the court.
Oishi was always the more serious of the two, always looking out for Eiji,
keeping him out of trouble, as well as the rest of the team.
Eiji realized as he got older that he had feelings for Oishi. He didn’t say
anything, for fear of losing his best friend, but he would often think about
what he would do if Oishi did feel the same things for him. Eiji sat in class,
daydreaming, when his phone vibrated quietly in his pocket. Eiji glanced at the
teacher, who was busy lecturing, his nose stuck in a book. There were probably
four or five other students around Eiji texting on their phones, and nobody had
been penalized for it yet.
~Eiji, meet me at the sushi place later. I have some news. –Oishi
Eiji smiled, his eyes sparkling softly. Even thinking about Oishi made him
happy. He didn’t let himself thing too much about possibilities of being a
couple, because… well, if Oishi decided that he wanted a girlfriend, Eiji would
have to be happy for him, right? That was what friends did.
~ Righto, Oishi! I’ll bring the cash! :3
Eiji texted back, grinning like an idiot. He furrowed his brow as his phone
vibrated again a few seconds later, and it was another text from Oishi.
~ No need, my treat.
Eiji blinked, reading the text again. Wow, if Oishi was paying, it was
something big. Maybe he did have a girlfriend…
~~~
Eiji smiled brightly as he walked through the doors of his and Oishi’s favorite
sushi place. He felt his breath taken away at the soft lighting. The whole
place was empty, except for Oishi. Eiji furrowed his brow as he stepped
forward, trying not to blush.
"Oishi, what… what’s going on?" He asked, smiling lightly. "Who’s going to make
sushi if there’s nobody here?" He joked, laughing lightly. Oishi only smiled.
"I have it all taken care of," He nodded, leading Eiji to their favorite table,
where food was already laid out. "I had them make your favorite before they
went home." He smiled, sitting down and motioning for Eiji to do the same. Eiji
did, with his signature cheesy grin on his face.
"What did somebody die?" He joked, before his eyes widened. "Somebody didn’t
die, did they?" He asked worriedly.
"No, no." Oishi laughed.
"Oh, good." Eiji sighed in relief. "So what’s going on, then?" He asked,
shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth.
"I wanted to tell you first." Oishi smiled. "I’m going to college in America. I
got the acceptance letter today."
Eiji coughed, choking on his sushi. He swallowed hard, taking a large drink of
his soda before giving Oishi an incredulous look.
"What? Say that again." He demanded, his smile gone. Oishi looked apprehensive.
"I’m going to college in America." Oishi replied softly.
"Why the hell are you doing a thing like that?" Eiji snapped.
"W-wh I thought you would be happy for me, Eiji." Oishi said, sounding sad.
"Well-well I’m not!" Eiji growled, getting up and leaving the restaurant
quickly. Oishi caught up to him quickly, grabbing his arm gently, but Eiji
pulled away. "What?" Eiji growled, glaring up at the taller boy. Oishi blinked
in shock, opening his mouth unsurely and taking a deep breath. "Well, out with
it!"
"You…" Oishi sighed, holding up a lunch-box. "You left your sushi." He
whispered. Eiji blinked back tears, tearing the box from Oishi’s hands.
"Thanks," He grumbled, turning to leave again, but Oishi grabbed his arm
gently.
"Please don’t storm off again." Oishi whispered. "Why are you so mad at me?"
"Do I look mad?" Eiji snapped, glaring up at Oishi. Oishi rubbed the back of
his head lightly.
"Is that a trick question?" He asked softly.
"I’m not mad!" Eiji growled. "How could you go to America to go to college? How
could you move so far away?" He asked, his voice losing a lot of the anger,
turning to sorrow. "How could you not tell me before you made your mind up…?"
"I… I didn’t know that you’d care," Oishi murmured.
"You didn’t think I’d care? You didn’t think I’d care that you’re breaking up
the Golden Pair?" Eiji asked, sighing deeply.
"So… you’re just upset about tennis, then?" Oishi asked, sounding hurt.
"No! We’re the golden pair in more ways than one, Oishi!" Eiji enthused.
"You’re my best friend. I don’t know. I thought that… you… f-felt something for
me." He murmured, looking down and blushing deeply. Oishi blinked several times
in shock, and Eiji sighed. "Yeah, I know, I shouldn’t have said anything." He
murmured. "Have fun in America, okay? Send me a postcard or something." He
said, turning to leave. This time, Oishi caught his hand, stopping him from
leaving. Eiji turned, looking down at Oishi’s hand holding onto his in shock,
turning his eyes to Oishi’s gorgeous green ones.
"Eiji, I thought you had a girlfriend." Oishi said softly, a serious look in
his eyes.
"What?" Eiji asked, and if you looked really hard you could probably see the
question marks above his head.
"That girl. She has brown hair and you’re always with her after math class."
"Oh. No, she’s just my tutor." Eiji smiled in embarrassment. "You know how bad
I am with num-" He cut off as Oishi pressed his lips against his. Eiji blushed
deeply, his heart racing as he tasted Oishi’s lips pressed against his. He had
dreamed so many times of this, but he had never, ever dared hope that anything
would come of it. Oishi felt the same way. He couldn’t help the small whimper
that escaped him, and he closed his eyes, letting go of Oishi’s hand and
instead touching his chest. Oishi breathed out sharply through his nose,
wrapping his now-free hand around Eiji’s waist, pulling his body against his
own. Oishi’s kiss became rougher, and Eiji moaned softly, wrapping his arms
around Oishi’s neck, kissing him back with equal enthusiasm. Oishi pushed Eiji
against the wall, pressing closer and sticking his tongue into Eiji’s mouth.
Eiji was like putty in Oishi’s arms, his mind full of nothing but Oishi, Oishi,
Oishi. He felt himself grow hard as Oishi ground against him, and he blushed as
Oishi noticed it. Oishi pulled away from the kiss, looking down at Eiji’s
erection pressing against his zipper eagerly.
"You’re hard for me," Oishi whispered, and Eiji blushed deeper.
"You-you don’t have to say it like that." Eiji squeaked in embarrassment. Oishi
looked up into his eyes, smirking lightly, looking pleased.
"You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten hard just thinking about you." He
whispered. "My cock knew what I wanted before I did."
"You-" Eiji blushed. "You have a mouth on you." He murmured, shaking his head.
Oishi only laughed, kissing him softly.
"I can do things with my mouth, too," He whispered against Eiji’s lips. He took
Eiji’s hand, leading him back to the sushi place. He closed and locked the door
behind him, pushing Eiji against one of the walls. He got down on his knees,
rubbing his fingers up Eiji’s legs slowly before unbuttoning his pants, pulling
them open and taking Eiji’s member out through the hole in his boxers. Eiji
gasped, shivering as Oishi touched his erect member, but he didn’t make any
move to stop him. Oishi looked at his cock for a long moment before
experimentally taking the head into his mouth, sucking on it.
"Oh fuck," Eiji gasped, shuddering in pleasure and surprise. He had never had
sex before, how was he supposed to know that it felt so good? Oishi moaned in
response, tightening his fingers in Eiji's clothes as he pressed him farther
against the wall, taking more of his erection into his mouth. Eiji squirmed,
the pleasure and shock of it all too much to bear. He cried out in pleasure,
blushing deeply as he dug his nails into the wall. "O-O-Oishi!" He cried,
whimpering and squirming in pleasure as Oishi continued sucking on his member.
Suddenly Eiji's knees buckled, and he couldn't stand anymore. He slid down the
wall so that he was sitting, legs spread, in front of Oishi. Eiji blushed
deeply, his chest heaving as he looked up at the man of his dreams, who seemed
so collected, especially in comparison to Eiji, who's hair and clothes were
mussed and wrinkled.
Oishi chuckled, moving to suck on Eiji again, but Eiji grabbed his shirt,
pulling him closer to kiss hotly. He moved to cling to Oishi, climbing onto his
lap and wrapping his legs around the older boy's waist. Oishi transitioned
smoothly, wrapping his arms around Eiji's waist and pulling him close.
"Oishi," Eiji whimpered softly, and Oishi paused, looking into Eiji's eyes.
"What is it?" He asked softly.
"I-" Eiji blushed bashfully. "I-I want you inside of me," He whispered. Oishi
furrowed his brow lightly, kissing Eiji softly, brushing his fingers gently up
his spine.
“Are you sure?” He asked softly. “We can wait… we don’t need to rush anything.”
“I want you,” Eiji repeated, the blush on his cheeks seeming almost permanent.
“D-do you know how?” He asked softly, his eyes sparkling shyly at Oishi. Oishi
chuckled, grinning at Eiji.
“I do.” He whispered. Eiji nodded, kissing Oishi shyly, his heart beating fast.
Even though he thought he was the one that wanted this most, he really didn’t
know much about how it worked. Of course, he had always been the naïve one when
it came to the two of them. Oishi was teaching him about everything all the
time. “Touch me,” Oishi whispered, his eyes soft as he looked up at Eiji. Eiji
was about to ask him what he meant, when he realized that he meant… down there.
Eiji swallowed, and Oishi smiled reassuringly at him, moving to kiss his neck
and shoulders gently.
Eiji shook a little as he unbuttoned Oishi’s pants, pulling out Oishi’s large
cock. He blushed at the size, his breath speeding up a bit when Oishi moaned
softly. Eiji ran his fingers up the swollen erection, whimpering softly at
Oishi’s noises.
“Does it feel good, Oishi?” Eiji asked softly, getting a moan from Oishi when
he said his name.
“Fuck yes,” Oishi growled, thrusting his hips without realizing. Eiji blushed
lightly when he moved, his erection pressing up against Oishi’s and making a
spark of pleasure surge through him. He moaned without realizing it, raising
his hand to his lips in embarrassment. Oishi took control, moving to stroke
their cocks together, pulling Eiji closer on his lap. Eiji whimpered as he
fought back moans of pleasure, biting his fingers and blushing deeply. Oishi
suddenly shifted, lifting Eiji a bit and pressing him against the wall, pulling
his jeans and boxers off of him easily. Eiji watched Oishi with wide eyes, his
heart pounding against his ribcage. Oishi seemed so calm and composed, but Eiji
could see sweat beading on his forehead.
“Suck,” Oishi whispered, raising his fingers to Eiji’s lips. Eiji’s lips parted
obediently, and he closed his eyes, sucking on Oishi’s fingers, moaning softly
at the taste of his skin. Oishi gasped softly, shivering in pleasure as he
watched Eiji sucking his fingers, until he finally pulled away, rubbing his
now-slick with spit fingers against Eiji’s hole. Eiji gasped and bucked his
hips without thinking about it, and Oishi smiled gently at him, pressing one,
and then two fingers inside of his ass experimentally. Eiji moaned loudly,
arching his back against the wall, his fingers moving to cling to Oishi’s
shirt. Oishi gasped, but continued to stroke Eiji’s insides for a few moments
before he couldn’t stand it any longer. He removed his fingers, making Eiji
furrow his brow in confusion, but Oishi only stroked his cock a few times with
his still-slick hand, lifting Eiji’s hips and pressing inside of him.
His tip was large, and Eiji gasped in pain, his body aching in pleasure as well
as pain.
“O-Oishi I don’t know if you can fit,” He whimpered, tightening his fingers
against Oishi’s shirt again. Oishi paused for a moment to wait for Eiji’s body
to relax again before pressing further inside of him, gasping when his entire
length was inside Eiji’s ass. He moaned as Eiji’s muscles tightened around him,
and Eiji was somewhere between ecstasy and torture as he whimpered and moaned.
“I’m sorry,” Oishi whispered, noting the tears in Eiji’s eyes. “Do you want me
to stop?”
“N-no, keep going,” Eiji whimpered, his body quaking as pleasure surged through
him. Oishi nodded, beginning to slowly pump in and out of Eiji, his fingers
tight in Eiji’s ass cheeks as he spread him as far as he would go. Eiji
whimpered, his shoulders and head resting against the wall, his fingers tight
in Oishi’s shirt, and his legs wrapped around Oishi’s waist as Oishi fucked
him. It went on for what seemed a long time to Eiji, but his body quaked in
pleasure and his lips uttered moans, whimpers, and cries of pleasure with every
move Oishi made. Finally, when Oishi was close, he moved to take Eiji’s cock in
his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts, which got a little rougher.
Eiji began crying out in pleasure , climaxing quickly, his cum splashing up
onto Oishi’s face. Eiji blushed, going to say sorry, but his words were drowned
out by a scream of pleasure as Oishi slammed inside of him, hitting his
prostate.
“Fuck!” Oishi cried out as he climaxed, his own warm, wet semen releasing
itself inside of Eiji. He moaned, pumping in and out of Eiji gently a few times
as he came down, and Eiji’s fingers relaxed their hold on his shirt. Oishi
pressed his damp forehead against Eiji’s shoulder, moaning lightly as he gently
pulled out, setting Eiji on the floor. They both continued to breathe hard for
a while, still tangled up in each other’s arms.
“Oishi?” Eiji finally asked softly. Oishi lifted his head from Eiji’s shoulder
to look his best friend in the eye. “W-was that good?”
Oishi couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes sparkling brightly at Eiji.
“That was fucking amazing.” He replied, kissing Eiji’s soft, damp lips gently.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“A little, but it felt good, too.” Eiji replied, blushing lightly. “You’re b-
bigger than I expected.”
“What, you never looked?” Oishi asked, furrowing his brow. “We showered
together all of the time in gym and after practices.”
“No, I didn’t.” Eiji said, sounding a bit offended that Oishi would ask.
“I looked at you,” Oishi murmured, his eyes sparkling and his lips twisting
into a smile at the pleased look on Eiji’s face. “If you were looking back
maybe we would have figured this out a while ago.”
“I’m glad it happened this way,” Eiji whispered, touching Oishi’s lips gently.
“I-I’ll miss you when you go to America.”
“I don’t have to go, if you don’t want me to.” Oishi whispered.
“N-no, I want you to go.” Eiji smiled at Oishi. “I don’t want to stand in your
way. Go for a year, and come back,” He whispered, leaning in and kissing Oishi
softly. “Then I’ll be graduated from High School and I can go to university
with you. We can be roommates.” He grinned at the connotation, and Oishi
chuckled, pulling Eiji in for a passionate kiss. “I love you, Oishi.” Eiji
whispered as Oishi pulled away. Oishi looked shocked for a moment before
smiling, his eyes sparkling gently.
“I love you too, Eiji.” He whispered.
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