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works/9418.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Fuji_Shuusuke/Fuji_Yuuta
  Character:
      Fuji_Shuusuke, Fuji_Yuuta
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Kink_Meme, Smut, Fujicest, Phone_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-11-14 Words: 1329
****** Reach Out and Touch Someone ******
by Lys_ap_Adin_(lysapadin)
Summary
     Aniki's been thinking about Yuuta, and gives him a call.
Notes
     Written for the_Kink_Meme, to the prompt, "Fujicest, phone sex."
     Adult; features smut and brothers who love each other quite a bit.
     1326 words.
He was working on his chemistry homework when his phone buzzed; he answered
without looking to see who it was. "Yeah, this is Yuuta."
"Hello, Yuuta." There was a distinctive, recognizable lilt in Aniki's voice,
silky and sultry all at the same time.
Yuuta put his pencil down and stood up. "Aniki. Hey. What's up?" It was three
quick steps across the floor to the door to make sure it was latched and to
throw the lock.
"I was thinking about you," Aniki said, "so I thought I'd give you a call. Are
you busy?"
"Not really," Yuuta said, holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder as
he shoved the crap off his bed.
"Mm, glad to hear it." Aniki's voice dropped a bit, picked up a little burr
that ran down Yuuta's spine like a fingertip. "Shall I tell you what I was
thinking?"
Yuuta dropped the last stack of papers onto the floor and flopped down. "Yeah,
sure, if you want."
Aniki laughed. "I played a good match today," he said, softly. "I had to work
to win it."
Yuuta closed his eyes--Aniki must have played Echizen, then, or Tezuka, and no
wonder Aniki had called him. "So what's that got to do with me?" he asked,
popping the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down.
"Mm, it made me think of you. How hard you play." Aniki lingered on the words,
shaping them carefully, letting them drip off his tongue. "How fierce you get
when we play each other." His voice dropped lower. "It made me think of what
happened the last time we played each other."
"I thought we agreed that we weren't going to talk about that ever again,"
Yuuta said.
His heart wasn't in it, and Aniki knew it. He continued on as if Yuuta hadn't
said anything. "If I had it to do over again," he said, low and silky, "I'd do
it differently. Don't you think it was over too quickly?"
When it was two teenagers ramped up on hormones and tennis? "I'm surprised we
lasted as long as we did, Aniki," Yuuta said, remembering the press of Aniki
against him, hot and sticky with sweat and come and urgency. He slid his hand
into his boxers, curling it around his cock, stroking lightly, already starting
to get hard.
Aniki laughed, low, and the sound went straight to Yuuta's cock. "Mmm,
pessimist. If I'd had you with me this afternoon, it would have been
different."
"Different how?" Yuuta said, wriggling around to shove his jeans and boxers
down. The mattress creaked under him, loud enough that Aniki could probably
hear it and guess what he was doing.
"I'd get you into the locker room," Aniki said, voice going velvety in his ear.
"Alone, so we couldn't be interrupted, and then I'd lock the door to make sure
of it."
Sort of like Yuuta had done just now. He wrapped his fingers around his cock,
moving them slowly, closing his eyes at the slow pleasure that wound itself up
his spine. "Yeah?" he asked, hearing the roughness in his own voice. "And then
what?"
"Then I would kiss you," Aniki told him, softly. "Back you up against a wall
and kiss you until your mouth was red, until anyone who looked at you would
know that someone had been kissing you like they meant it."
Yuuta shivered, imagining it--Aniki would, too, wouldn't have any shame about
it. "Just kissing? Way to be a big girl, Aniki."
Aniki's laugh made him shiver with the heat in it. "Did I say I was going to
stop there?" he asked, and Yuuta had to swallow. "I'd kiss you till the wall
was the only thing holding you up--the wall and my leg between your thighs,
holding you there, holding you still, so you could feel me against you but you
couldn't do anything about it."
Yuuta had to swallow again, and wet his lips, before he could speak properly.
"You know how you like to bitch about it when people call you a sadist? You're
kind of in denial." He tightened his fingers around himself, thumb circling
over the head of his cock, slow, heat dragging up his spine.
"Mm. One of these days you and I are going to look up the definition of
'sadist' together and you're going to be very surprised," Aniki murmured. "But
when I'd kissed you until you couldn't stand it any more, and were begging--"
Yuuta's eyes popped open, and he glared at the cracked plaster of the ceiling
above his bed. "I don't beg, Aniki."
Aniki huffed, exasperated. "Don't interrupt, Yuuta, it's not polite."
"No begging, seriously. I'll hang up."
"Fine, no begging." Aniki's sigh sounded put-upon. "When I'd kissed you until
you couldn't stand it any more, and you were asking in an urgent but non-
supplicatory manner--"
"Better," Yuuta muttered, and closed his eyes again, hand resuming its slow
stroke over his cock.
"--an urgent but non-supplicatory manner," Aniki repeated, firmly, "I'd pull
you away from the wall and bend you over one of the benches in the locker
room." The exasperation melted out of his voice again. "I'd lean over you, so
you could feel me pressing you down against the bench, holding you there."
"You like the idea of holding me still an awful lot, you know that?" Yuuta
said, but the idea... had some attractive qualities. He could imagine how it
would feel to be bent over, Aniki's weight against him, hot and sleek. "Go on."
"Mm, I like the idea of keeping you in one place long enough to appreciate you
properly." Aniki was all but purring now. "I think I'd just push your shorts
down for this. I like the thought of you bent over, just bare enough for me to
take you. Do you think you'd like that, Yuuta?"
"I might," Yuuta admitted, figuring that the hoarseness in his voice would tell
Aniki all he really needed to know.
"Mmm, I thought you might. I'd still take my time, though. I'd open you up
slow, put my fingers in you one at a time and fuck you with them, till all
you'd be able to do is moan for me."
Yuuta did make a sound at that which could, technically-speaking, have been
called a moan, hips starting to lift into his fist as the heat curled tighter,
low in his stomach. "Aniki..."
"And then I'd take you," Aniki said, lingering on the words. "I'd spread your
knees as wide as they could go, and I'd fuck you, so deep you'd be able to
taste it, and slowly, so you could feel every bit of me as I slide in and out
of your ass."
Yuuta moaned again, imagining the drag of Aniki's cock and the rasp of Aniki's
shorts against his bare skin, fingers closing tighter around his cock. "Oh...
oh..."
"That's how I would take you," Aniki said, all velvet and honey, "and when you
couldn't take any more, I'd reach between your legs and wrap my fingers around
you, and make you come so hard that you screamed for me."
The heat broke free and rushed over him, and Yuuta arched against the bed,
groaning breathlessly as it wrung him out, barely able to remember to keep his
grip on the phone as it did. "Aniki...!" Aniki didn't say anything--just
listened to the sounds he made as he gasped for breath, shuddering as the heat
subsided again. "Fuck, Aniki," he said, when he could speak again, and reached
for a tissue to clean up.
"That was the general idea," Aniki said; Yuuta could imagine his sleek,
satisfied smile. Yuuta just snorted at him. "So what have you been up to?"
Yuuta reached behind him and adjusted his pillow, and leaned back. "Well," he
said, "I was thinking about you, so it's good that you called..."
- end -
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