short fic for Mel, Chiquita smut
Who: Chiquitita (okay, bad Abba pun, it's Chiquita)
What: SMUT in the doctor's office after Nationals. It's Mel's fault.
Warnings: Hard R for ... stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own any PoT.
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After their match, Tachibana sat in the hospital emergency room waiting for the eye doctor to come. Chitose stood close, too close, sweat still dripping off his body from the game. Tachibana tried to ignore it, and ignore how Chitose was looking at him. His eye stung like a motherfucker, but his body was still singing from the adrenaline of their competition.
He'd already gotten the initial examination. Everything was fine, and they'd both breathed enormous sighs of relief. In retrospect, Tachibana admitted to himself that he'd been boneheaded. Now he had eyedrops in, and the doctors were waiting for dilation before checking the cornea.
"What're you thinking, Kippei?" Chitose's light voice broke through his old friend's thoughts. Then a hand settled on his shoulder, and he was thinking something entirely different.
"I'm thinking I should've ducked," Tachibana said ruefully, grinning despite the pain.
"God. Yeah, you moron." Chitose ran his thumb around Tachibana's shoulder muscle, feeling the tension there. They weren't gonna rehash the argument. It was observable fact that Tachibana was a moron.
In a minute Tachibana was super-aware of the heat of Chitose's body, his expression, half fond and half annoyed, and his arm. "It was still a good match," he mumbled, and hooked Chitose closer with his legs.
Chitose laughed. "Yeah," he said, stepping in. His heart rate sped up another notch, and he could hear it drumming as he touched Tachibana's hair.
Tachibana gripped his shirt and dragged his head down. His kiss was fierce and hungry, and his fingers dug into the back of Chitose's shirt. Chitose found that he had to shift to keep balance, leaning on one arm against the examination cot, other one clenching into the overbleached hair. Tachibana's tongue was in his mouth, and Chitose bit at it to keep it at bay.
"No. Come on, more," Tachibana demanded, gripping Chitose by the seat of the pants and tugging him flush.
Chitose tried to pull back. "Your eye, Kippei," he protested, and felt a slap to his rear. "Hey now."
"Distract me from the pain?" Tachibana asked huskily.
Oh. Chitose could do that. "How much time left?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"Good thing you aren't wearing pants." Chitose tugged up the hospital gown, nails scraping up Tachibana's thigh, looking down to chuckle at the tent. "What got you worked up?"
"Playing you," Tachibana said, leaning in to bite his chin. "Finally getting over our issue, after so many years. I feel..." He felt like he was flying, like the guilt on his shoulders was lifted, vanished, turning him lighter than air. His hand rubbed down Chitose's stomach, found the soft lump in his pants. "What's with this?" He squished it, frowning.
"Hey. Mh. Too worried about you. But I can take care of you." Chitose pushed Tachibana back, hiked up the robe, and ran his finger over the hard cock beneath. Thirteen minutes. He leaned down and kissed Tachibana again, rubbing his crotch for a moment against Tachibana's rear, feeling the heat stir in his own pants. "Too bad we don't have condoms and a lock on the door."
"Now we're talking," Tachibana grinned. "We'll do it later." He strained under Chitose, rubbing his nails against the skin under Chitose's shirt, feeling drips of sweat hit his face. Chitose's body moved lower, and he felt a surge of heat as Chitose sank his teeth into one, and then the other nipple, working his way down.
"Oh -- fuck yeah," Tachibana groaned, a leg rising to loop over Chitose's skinny waist.
"You pervert," Chitose grinned, and began to take good care of Tachibana's tennis issue. His tongue lapped in a thick line from base to tip of Tachibana's erection, and then he ate it, shoving it down his mouth and tonguing the vein.
Tachibana's fingers lost themselves in Chitose's fro and he clung, panting, body rising to fuck that mouth. He sent up a prayer of thanks for the size of his companion -- Chitose sure was big, mouth and arms and...
Chitose chuckled low in his throat, glancing up at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes. He move his thumb to settle between Tachibana's cheeks, knowing what would get his old friend off, rubbing it hard and then pressing the dry tip a tad inside.
"Fuck! Yes," Tachibana was panting and moving now, eyes closed, and Chitose could only imagine what he was thinking. Maybe getting pounded on court, maybe even tennis, Kippei was a strange boy. Chitose's mouth constricted and tugged as he worked Tachibana's cock -- eight minutes. Kippei better come soon. Chitose wet his thumb and pressed it in further, trying to dig up into Tachibana's tight pucker.
They'd done it before, oh yeah, a few times -- even before their bodies really knew what they were up to. it was a thing, with them. Old, old friends. Bodies that fit like a comfortable glove over an affectionate hand. And now, Chitose felt a twinge in his heart as he felt Tachibana throb inside of his mouth. Not long now.
"I'm thinking of...the time on the beach..." Tachibana said between moans, and Chitose felt himself harden further. Oh yeah, THAT time. That had been hot, and almost public, and ... and hot. He made a muffled groan of encouragement around Tachibana's thickening cock, and then bore down, sucking hard. -- That had been their first time, on a blanket on the sand, in the dark of a moonless night.
"S-Senri - !" Tachibana gasped, and filled Chitose's mouth.
Chitose turned, spit into the sink, washing down the evidence. Then he neatly pulled the gown back down.
The doctor opened the door to see a flushed and moaning Tachibana.
"Are you all right?" The doctor moved to the bed and Chitose swiftly spun to hide the lump in his pants. -- Damn. "Are you having an allergic reaction?"
Chitose sniggered. Yeah, sometimes Tachibana sounded like he was having a fit.
"Oh ahhhh...ahaha. I'm fine," Tachibana said, voice thick with sheepishness. "Just...still...recovering from the match." He shot Chitose a glare.
Chitose raised his eyebrows in return. "Your fault for thinking about...it, Kippei," he murmured, and the doctor looked from one of them to the other.
"Well. Just rest, and don't let your friend work you up," the doctor said, frowning at Chitose.
Chitose sighed down at Tachibana after the doctor left. "You owe me again."
"I'll pay you back in kind. You know me. I'm all for an eye for an eye."
What: SMUT in the doctor's office after Nationals. It's Mel's fault.
Warnings: Hard R for ... stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own any PoT.
*
After their match, Tachibana sat in the hospital emergency room waiting for the eye doctor to come. Chitose stood close, too close, sweat still dripping off his body from the game. Tachibana tried to ignore it, and ignore how Chitose was looking at him. His eye stung like a motherfucker, but his body was still singing from the adrenaline of their competition.
He'd already gotten the initial examination. Everything was fine, and they'd both breathed enormous sighs of relief. In retrospect, Tachibana admitted to himself that he'd been boneheaded. Now he had eyedrops in, and the doctors were waiting for dilation before checking the cornea.
"What're you thinking, Kippei?" Chitose's light voice broke through his old friend's thoughts. Then a hand settled on his shoulder, and he was thinking something entirely different.
"I'm thinking I should've ducked," Tachibana said ruefully, grinning despite the pain.
"God. Yeah, you moron." Chitose ran his thumb around Tachibana's shoulder muscle, feeling the tension there. They weren't gonna rehash the argument. It was observable fact that Tachibana was a moron.
In a minute Tachibana was super-aware of the heat of Chitose's body, his expression, half fond and half annoyed, and his arm. "It was still a good match," he mumbled, and hooked Chitose closer with his legs.
Chitose laughed. "Yeah," he said, stepping in. His heart rate sped up another notch, and he could hear it drumming as he touched Tachibana's hair.
Tachibana gripped his shirt and dragged his head down. His kiss was fierce and hungry, and his fingers dug into the back of Chitose's shirt. Chitose found that he had to shift to keep balance, leaning on one arm against the examination cot, other one clenching into the overbleached hair. Tachibana's tongue was in his mouth, and Chitose bit at it to keep it at bay.
"No. Come on, more," Tachibana demanded, gripping Chitose by the seat of the pants and tugging him flush.
Chitose tried to pull back. "Your eye, Kippei," he protested, and felt a slap to his rear. "Hey now."
"Distract me from the pain?" Tachibana asked huskily.
Oh. Chitose could do that. "How much time left?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"Good thing you aren't wearing pants." Chitose tugged up the hospital gown, nails scraping up Tachibana's thigh, looking down to chuckle at the tent. "What got you worked up?"
"Playing you," Tachibana said, leaning in to bite his chin. "Finally getting over our issue, after so many years. I feel..." He felt like he was flying, like the guilt on his shoulders was lifted, vanished, turning him lighter than air. His hand rubbed down Chitose's stomach, found the soft lump in his pants. "What's with this?" He squished it, frowning.
"Hey. Mh. Too worried about you. But I can take care of you." Chitose pushed Tachibana back, hiked up the robe, and ran his finger over the hard cock beneath. Thirteen minutes. He leaned down and kissed Tachibana again, rubbing his crotch for a moment against Tachibana's rear, feeling the heat stir in his own pants. "Too bad we don't have condoms and a lock on the door."
"Now we're talking," Tachibana grinned. "We'll do it later." He strained under Chitose, rubbing his nails against the skin under Chitose's shirt, feeling drips of sweat hit his face. Chitose's body moved lower, and he felt a surge of heat as Chitose sank his teeth into one, and then the other nipple, working his way down.
"Oh -- fuck yeah," Tachibana groaned, a leg rising to loop over Chitose's skinny waist.
"You pervert," Chitose grinned, and began to take good care of Tachibana's tennis issue. His tongue lapped in a thick line from base to tip of Tachibana's erection, and then he ate it, shoving it down his mouth and tonguing the vein.
Tachibana's fingers lost themselves in Chitose's fro and he clung, panting, body rising to fuck that mouth. He sent up a prayer of thanks for the size of his companion -- Chitose sure was big, mouth and arms and...
Chitose chuckled low in his throat, glancing up at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes. He move his thumb to settle between Tachibana's cheeks, knowing what would get his old friend off, rubbing it hard and then pressing the dry tip a tad inside.
"Fuck! Yes," Tachibana was panting and moving now, eyes closed, and Chitose could only imagine what he was thinking. Maybe getting pounded on court, maybe even tennis, Kippei was a strange boy. Chitose's mouth constricted and tugged as he worked Tachibana's cock -- eight minutes. Kippei better come soon. Chitose wet his thumb and pressed it in further, trying to dig up into Tachibana's tight pucker.
They'd done it before, oh yeah, a few times -- even before their bodies really knew what they were up to. it was a thing, with them. Old, old friends. Bodies that fit like a comfortable glove over an affectionate hand. And now, Chitose felt a twinge in his heart as he felt Tachibana throb inside of his mouth. Not long now.
"I'm thinking of...the time on the beach..." Tachibana said between moans, and Chitose felt himself harden further. Oh yeah, THAT time. That had been hot, and almost public, and ... and hot. He made a muffled groan of encouragement around Tachibana's thickening cock, and then bore down, sucking hard. -- That had been their first time, on a blanket on the sand, in the dark of a moonless night.
"S-Senri - !" Tachibana gasped, and filled Chitose's mouth.
Chitose turned, spit into the sink, washing down the evidence. Then he neatly pulled the gown back down.
The doctor opened the door to see a flushed and moaning Tachibana.
"Are you all right?" The doctor moved to the bed and Chitose swiftly spun to hide the lump in his pants. -- Damn. "Are you having an allergic reaction?"
Chitose sniggered. Yeah, sometimes Tachibana sounded like he was having a fit.
"Oh ahhhh...ahaha. I'm fine," Tachibana said, voice thick with sheepishness. "Just...still...recovering from the match." He shot Chitose a glare.
Chitose raised his eyebrows in return. "Your fault for thinking about...it, Kippei," he murmured, and the doctor looked from one of them to the other.
"Well. Just rest, and don't let your friend work you up," the doctor said, frowning at Chitose.
Chitose sighed down at Tachibana after the doctor left. "You owe me again."
"I'll pay you back in kind. You know me. I'm all for an eye for an eye."