Subtle Changes - Chapter 2 (part 1) - MomoKai
Title: Subtle Changes
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Momoshiro/Kaidoh
Rating: MA
Word count: 58k
Chapters: 1 (part 1) | 1 (part 2) | 2 (part 1) | 2 (part 2) | 2 (part 3) | 2 (part 4)
Summary: They don’t look each other in the eye when they do it.
A/N: Chapter 2 will be Kaidoh's PoV.
Kaidoh thought he had left this all behind him.
The jesting, the jeering, the name calling, the fighting-that was all in middle school. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this again as if time had stopped still since then. But he is. As if nothing ever changed, the moment he saw Momoshiro Takeshi appear in front of his eyes at college, everything fell back into their old and stubborn routine.
When he entered high school, Kaidoh prided himself on being mature, cool, and collected; he was better than the rest of them. With Momoshiro going to another school, Kaidoh had three blissful years where he didn’t have to put up with the idiot. Not that he didn’t miss playing tennis with him from time to time-but he was grateful he was freed from this moron.
Until he became his roommate in college. Like some sort of sick and twisted joke, he and Momoshiro had to room together for the rest of their time at college. This did not help their arguments. What Kaidoh was so proud of once-his cool and collected demeanor-shattered to pieces when he was with Momoshiro. He can’t help it, that idiot just makes him behave like a child again. He knows just what to say or do to annoy Kaidoh. He’s always been able to push his buttons that way. At least that part of him, hasn’t changed. Kaidoh is unsure whether he’s annoyed or a little glad Momoshiro seemed to be relatively the same still.
At least they don’t have to see each other at club practice. When he got into high school, his tennis club looked rather pathetic, and it just didn’t have the same atmosphere as Seigaku did, so Kaidoh went for the next best thing: track and field. He likes running, always has, so for the next three years in high school, that’s all he did. And he grew to really like it, that he applied to be a member in the one for his college as well. Back then, he didn’t know Momoshiro was going to the same college, and that he’d apply for the tennis club.
Kaidoh’s decision to enter the track and field team wavered just the slightest. But only a little. Why does he care what club the idiot joins anyway.
It seemed that Momoshiro had similar thoughts, because once he found out Kaidoh wasn’t joining the tennis club, he wouldn’t let him live it down. Every chance he got, Momoshiro was whining and complaining and trying to convince Kaidoh to join, and ditch that ‘stupid running club’. Many times, Kaidoh did come close to quitting and giving into Momoshiro’s incessant demands, but when he saw Momoshiro that day, his decision to stay in the track and field club was set in stone.
What happened that day? Well ...
oOo
Kaidoh hasn’t felt this nervous since the first day he was captain of Seigaku’s tennis club. Back then he was a bundle of nerves, and tried to cover it up by yelling out many profanities and giving the members a lot of laps to run. That’s how he feels right now; nervous and ready to shout at the next person who would interrupt him. Why? Because Kaidoh’s going to join the tennis club.
Yes, after only a week of listening to Momoshiro’s whining, he gave in. Kaidoh’s heart can’t take it whenever he sees Momoshiro give his best pitiful look, with those big sparkly eyes and pouty lip. In retrospect, Kaidoh does miss it. He would like to play tennis again with Momoshiro. It’d be just like when they won the nationals together, just him and the idiot, pulling through it together. That sort of rush he hasn’t felt in years. Maybe now they’re in the same college, they can do it again.
So there Kaidoh is, standing around awkwardly, and trying to find an appropriate time to cut in. He came just before practice started, and sees a bunch of members piling in the clubhouse. He figures he should just barge in there and demand he be let in.
Wait, that’s probably not a good idea.
Kaidoh’s nervous thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a group of loud people passing by, laughing at a joke someone had told them. Amongst them he hears that annoying laugh that belongs to none other than Momoshiro Takeshi. Kaidoh hisses under his breath; he doesn’t want that idiot to see him. Then he’ll think he has won, and he’ll be gloating about it all week. Kaidoh would rather avoid that. It’s already torture enough he has to listen to his endless stream of insults towards his track and field club. So Kaidoh stays back a bit, hiding in the shadows of the canopy of a tree, just watching the group talking animatedly.
Apparently, Kaidoh isn’t very good at hiding, because Momoshiro spots him. Jerk. Why is he so observant despite completely engrossed with talking? He sees Kaidoh and flashes him a bright and happy smile, waving at him to quickly come over. Well damn, now Kaidoh has to go. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and sulks over, running over an endless excuses in his mind to cover up the fact that he tried to apply for the tennis club. He can’t possibly do it now when Momoshiro has spotted him.
“Kaaaiiidoh!” Momoshiro greets him, drawling out his name like he likes to do sometimes. Kaidoh hunches his head into his shoulders, trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. Maybe then he won’t have to stay around for long and talk. When he catches up to the group, they all stop talking and suddenly all eyes are on him.
“Whatcha doing here you snake? Did you change your mind?” Momoshiro clasps his hands together as his eyes start to sparkle. “No way-you’re going to join!? Seriously!? Awesome!” Momoshiro punches Kaidoh in the arm, a little harder than necessary because he can’t seem to contain his excitement.
Kaidoh blinks as he tries to formulate his thoughts. “Uhh,” he says awkwardly. “I’m-I’m not, you idiot!” he hastily denies. Wait, this is probably not a good idea, but what else can he do? He can’t let Momoshiro gloat about it! He’ll just come back tomorrow or something.
Momoshiro’s face falls, and he frowns at him. “You’re not joining?”
“I just got lost, that’s all!” Kaidoh lies.
Another tennis club member standing next to Momoshiro suddenly speaks up. “Do you know this person, Momo-kun?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah. He’s my roommate, and we used to play tennis together.”
Kaidoh hisses, not really used to getting introduced to so many people at once. “Kaidoh Kaoru, pleased to meet you,” he says politely.
“Wait-used to?” the guy repeats, suddenly his tone a lot more playful. “Then that means you knew Momo-kun before? Tell us, is he as good as he says he is?”
Momoshiro suddenly turns a little red and tries to hush him up by shushing at him.
“... I guess he’s alright,” Kaidoh admits. That’s the best compliment he can pay to Momoshiro’s tennis skills. But that doesn’t even begin to describe how good Momoshiro really is.
“Kaidoh!” Momoshiro sputters, his cheeks suddenly red. “They weren’t talking about th-”
“Oho, so Momo-kun is the player he says he is!” says the boy. “So how many women have you slept with then, huh? Come on, tell us!”
“Yes, tell us, Momo-kun!”
“Guys! Shut up!”
Kaidoh’s face suddenly morphs into something that of utter disgust. Are they talking about ... ?
“Well fess up, you have to tell us. Did you ever do anything with your girlfriend?”
Momoshiro fidgets on the spot, and seems to be torn about something. “Fine, I had sex with her-but can you guys please stop talking about that!? Come on, we’re at practice, show some respect!”
Kaidoh seems to tune out how the rest of their conversation went. He’s kind of not thinking about anything at all, and stands there like a mindless drone. Eventually he excuses himself and goes back to his side of the campus to run. He runs a lot, he runs until practice is over, and then runs some more. He keeps himself so busy with running, that he is unable to think of anything at all. Running has always been his way of calming himself down, of keeping his mind clear of disgusting and disturbing thoughts. Yes, he likes running. He doesn’t need to play tennis.
Yes. Momoshiro can have it. Kaidoh doesn’t want any part of it, not anymore.
Kaidoh stays out so late, it’s almost midnight before he returns to his room. He hopes Momoshiro is asleep; he doesn’t want to hear him talk about tennis, or his girlfriend, or anything else really. He just wants to sleep and forget anything happened today.
Unfortunately, today is not his day, because when he opens the door of his room, he catches Momoshiro in the act of masturbating.
oOo
Kaidoh can’t say a word.
He’s frozen in place, and his tongue is all tied up as he replays the words Momoshiro had said just moments before.
Let’s jerk each other off.
Is he serious? Has he gone absolutely mad?
“Say something,” Momoshiro says with a pout. He looks uncomfortable yet still completely arrogant as he sits on his bed, and toys around with his shirt.
“Are you fucking retarded?” is what Kaidoh decides to say, because all the other words in the world have left him.
Momoshiro huffs and glares at Kaidoh, his cheeks turning pink. “Asshole, you don’t have to put it that way! I bring up some good points, so you either agree, or you don’t agree-and then that means you’ll have to walk in on me again. And that was as unpleasant for me as it was for you. So say something!”
“Are you fucking retarded?” Kaidoh repeats in the same tone.
Momoshiro leaps off from his bed and tackles Kaidoh’s midriff so that they both fall down on Kaidoh’s bed. Kaidoh helplessly watches as Momoshiro straddles him at his waist and pulls back his fist, getting ready to hit him in the face. But Kaidoh’s expression remains the same; one of disgust and confusion.
“Look Kaidoh, I’m giving you a damn good proposal. You do me, I do you, and there will be no more sneaking off to find time to do it in private and walking in on something like that. All you have to say is yes.” Momoshiro’s hands are shaking from gripping Kaidoh’s shirt so tightly.
What is this guy thinking? Does he seriously want to do this? Surely the embarrassment from walking in on him last night couldn’t have shocked him that much. Then again, Momoshiro always had a few loose screws in his head. Maybe last night is what finally did him in. Maybe he thinks he can cover up his embarrassment by making Kaidoh even more embarrassed with disgusting proposals like these. Does he seriously think Kaidoh will agree to this? To do this kind of disgusting thing with him? Never.
“And, and-that’s it,” says Momoshiro hastily. “No taking off any sort of clothes, no touching other than that, and definitely no kissing! It’s like this, you know, friends with benefits kind of thing. No one has to know.”
Kaidoh growls at Momoshiro. “Not even your girlfriend?” he bites back. Wouldn’t she want a say in this?
“Huh, what girlfriend?” Momoshiro asks, sounding honestly confused.
Kaidoh turns his head away, rolling it over the mattress and pressing his face into the sheets. “The one you mentioned yesterday ...”
“I didn’t say any-oh, uhm, no that’s just uhh. My ex. Yes, my ex! Besides, what’s it to you, huh. Why do you care.”
Kaidoh jabs his fist into Momoshiro’s side, making him yelp out from the pain, but stubbornly refused to get off of him. “I hate cheaters,” Kaidoh says as if this explains everything, glaring at Momoshiro again. He does feel a lot better knowing that Momoshiro isn’t dating some girl he doesn’t know though. Like he won’t be expecting any random visits of girls in their dorm room.
“Yeah well, I’m not a cheater.” Momoshiro suddenly releases his grip on Kaidoh’s shirt and leans back, staring him in the eye. “It’ll just be you and me.”
For some reason, that makes Kaidoh feel something weird swirl around in his stomach, and his toes are buzzing with electricity. It’s an irritating, but slightly pleasant sensation. It’s just like how he feels about Momoshiro; who is irritating most of the time, but can be pleasant when he wants to. Right now, he’s being someone Kaidoh doesn’t even recognize. Someone who thinks it’s ok to do this kind of thing with another man, and shamelessly ask for it as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He looks up at Momoshiro and wants to call him an idiot, then throw him on the ground, and maybe get in a few kicks as well, but Kaidoh’s body is motionless, completely still beneath Momoshiro.
“What if I say no?” Kaidoh asks, and avoids looking at Momoshiro again, opting to stare down at his t-shirt instead.
Momoshiro smirks at him. “Then last night will be a scene you’ll come across many, many times throughout our college life. Unless you wanna switch roommates.”
“Perhaps I should, no one should be forced to live with an uncontrollable pervert like you. Why can’t you just, not do it?”
“Fuck you, stupid virgin. You do it too, so don’t act like I’m dirty and perverted all of the sudden.”
“I don’t do it,” Kaidoh lies. He’d never admit to it. Ever.
“Hah! Yeah right. You might not do it as often as I do, but you still do it, unless you’re one of those weird freaks that can’t get it up.” Momoshiro crosses his arms and smirks down at Kaidoh, raising his eyebrows at him as if he’s challenging him to prove him otherwise.
“Of course I can get it up ...” Kaidoh says with a low hiss. He doesn’t need to prove anything.
“So you do do it, huh?”
“No I don’t ...” This is annoying! Why can’t Momoshiro just leave him alone already!?
“Well I guess I’ll have to find out if you’re a liar then ...”
Kaidoh is just about to ask what the hell he means with that, when suddenly, he feels Momoshiro grope him through the front of his pants. He squeezes his balls gently, which causes Kaidoh to let out a very high pitched yelp of embarrassment.
“Momoshiro! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Kaidoh’s eyes are wide and opened in disgust, and he tries to get Momoshiro off of him, shoving at his shoulders, but the idiot is pushing back at him.
“What’s it look like, dumbass. I’m testing to see if you get hard or not.” Momoshiro continues unabated, touching Kaidoh in places no one else has ever touched him before.
He feels dirty.
“Don’t touch me there!” Kaidoh yells out and finally manages to shove Momoshiro off of him, so he falls back on the ground.
“Asshole!” Momoshiro flings back as soon as he picks himself up.
What ensues is a battle between the both of them, each trying to gain the upper hand as they try to top one another, and throw in some punches and kicks. Kaidoh can’t let Momoshiro get away with it, his dignity is on the line here. Yet whenever Momoshiro sees the chance, his hands are back groping him again, squeezing it softly and rubbing it whenever he can. Even punching him in the face twice doesn’t seem to stop the pervert-and Kaidoh is growing increasingly irritated that he just won’t stop. Fine! If Momoshiro won’t stop-he’ll do it too! See how he likes it!
Kaidoh rolls over on top of Momoshiro on the ground, and instead of pinning him down at his wrists, he quickly shoves one hand down between the both of them, and his hand cups the hard bump in Momoshiro’s shorts.
“Hah-see, it’s not so pleasant now when someone else does it, is it?” Kaidoh taunts him, squeezing the hard lump even tighter.
Momoshiro just looks at him, dazed and his eyes glazed over.
That’s when Kaidoh realizes; he’s groping Momoshiro’s erect penis. “What the hell-you’re hard!?” But he didn’t even touch him until now! That’s disgusting. His fingers are buzzing with blood and he feels compelled to pull them away like he’s been burned, but he doesn’t-that would give Momoshiro the upper hand. So he just keeps it there, awkwardly, holding him hostage.
Momoshiro growls at him, a flush spreading across his face. “Shut up ... you were just moving too much, that’s all.” Then Momoshiro looks down at his own hand. “But I’m not the only one!” He roughly shoves his hand in between Kaidoh’s legs and grips Kaidoh’s penis, grinning at him wickedly.
Kaidoh lets out what sounds like half a hiss and half a squeak as his face turns red from embarrassment. “N-no it’s not,” he lies in a strained voice. What the hell is his body doing? He glares down at his pants, as if to say; traitor! He’s going to have to exercise a lot more self control after this. He should double his running schedule. “A-anyways, just let go already, you pervert!”
“I’m not letting go until you let go!” Momoshiro argues back.
“Like hell I’ll fall for that-you first!”
“I’m not going to!”
“It’s not like you were going to either way, dickhead!”
“Well then I guess you’ll just have to suck it up,” says Momoshiro with a very loud puff of air. Then suddenly Momoshiro’s fingers start to move, and he can feel them rub and massage his already half hard penis.
More blood rushes to Kaidoh’s face, filling him up with embarrassment, and he scrambles off of Momoshiro this time, putting some distance between them. Momoshiro sits up straight, looking agitated, yet strangely flustered. Probably how Kaidoh feels too, except he’s mortified and angry at the same time. Momoshiro huffs, picking himself up from the floor and looking at Kaidoh.
“So you do get hard,” says Momoshiro simply, like he’s reading aloud from a textbook.
Kaidoh’s face flushes with blood again, and he yanks his shirt down to cover the bulge in his shorts. “Shut up asshole,” he hisses.
“Well, now I am too, so I guess this is a good time to start.” Momoshiro rolls his shoulders to relax his muscles and crack his bones, and then starts to get closer to Kaidoh, who feels like a mouse trapped in a corner.
“What-no it’s not. Don’t!” Kaidoh cries out and tries to push Momoshiro away.
He didn’t count on Momoshiro shoving him on the bed again (just how many times has this happened?). Momoshiro crawls on top of a squirming Kaidoh, who feels helpless all of the sudden. It’s awkward now that Momoshiro is sitting so close to it, and his thighs are claiming his own, clamped shut tightly so Kaidoh can’t escape.
Momoshiro looks down at the obvious bulge in Kaidoh’s shorts, and he curses that thing for ever responding to that idiot doing idiotic and disgusting things to it. Oh how he wishes he could make it go down through pure will alone, but unfortunately, that’s one part of his body that just won’t listen. Especially when Momoshiro’s hand is stroking it through the fabric again. Kaidoh doesn’t want to admit it-hell will freeze over first-but his body reacts, and his penis twitches at the contact. He squeezes his eyes shut, half hoping that by not seeing Momoshiro, he’d go away.
How can he make him stop!?
Kaidoh growls and retaliates by cupping Momoshiro’s own junk in his hand, squeezing it. Yes, for some reason he’s not really thinking straight, as Kaidoh thinks that by touching Momoshiro’s, he will somehow stop touching him in turn. But obviously that was a failure of a plan, as Kaidoh can feel it grow under his touch. This is not stopping Momoshiro-this is encouraging him! Kaidoh awkwardly keeps his hand there, motionless, in the hopes Momoshiro will stop, but he doesn’t. He can feel Momoshiro’s fingers stroke up and down and despite Kaidoh not doing anything, the bulge in Momoshiro’s pants is becoming increasingly bigger. Does Momoshiro get off on doing things like this? That’s gross. Then again, the most disgusting part of it all, is that Kaidoh can feel himself growing bigger too, at Momoshiro’s perverted and erratic movements with his fingers. Why the hell is Momoshiro doing this to him, and why the hell is his body reacting like this!? He’s not a pervert! And he’s certainly not going to let Momoshiro get away with this!
And curse his body for heating up like this feels good. Kaidoh wishes he could just amputate his penis at the moment; it’s not listening to him anyway. It’s almost fully hard, and that’s just insane because it’s Momoshiro who’s touching it. Momoshiro Takeshi, fondling him.
“I didn’t think you’d be this sensitive,” says Momoshiro thoughtfully.
Kaidoh hisses and finally looks up at him, intending to throw him off with the power of his glare, but finds that power somewhere stuck in his throat. Along with his voice. The moment he laid eyes on Momoshiro’s face, Kaidoh can feel his entire body flood with that disgusting yet exciting rush, and it’s all flowing towards his crotch. Momoshiro’s face is ... well, for lack of a better and less disgusting word, it’s all wanton looking. Clearly Momoshiro’s thoughts have gone elsewhere, since he’s got this lustful expression, his eyes half closed, and his lips parted while taking shallow breaths. Even his skin is glistening from his sweat. Then there’s the fact that he’s clearly rubbing his junk closer against Kaidoh’s hand-he definitely did not want Kaidoh to let go. No, this was probably all part of his plan; get Kaidoh down on the bed, grope him, and ...
Why is he going along with this?
Why is Momoshiro’s hand still down there and rubbing him?
Why is Kaidoh’s own body betraying him?
And why are Momoshiro’s eyes so deadly to him all of the sudden?
Kaidoh covers his face with his other free arm, hoping to bury the embarrassment in there forever. “D-don’t look at me,” he says. He feels ashamed, dirty, guilty-yet he lets Momoshiro get away with it. He lets him touch him there. Kaidoh feels frozen in place.
“Hey ... hey Kaidoh,” Momoshiro calls out. He grinds their crotches together to get Kaidoh’s attention. “Touch me too, dumbass.”
“Fuck no,” Kaidoh says. He wants the ground to swallow him up, anything is better than being subjected to this torture, to having his body react against his will, and having it slowly take over his brain because it’s actually sort of starting to feel ...
“Come on, don’t you think it feels good?” Momoshiro’s hand wraps around Kaidoh’s entire shaft, and he pulls up, then down, sliding the fabric with him. It’s giving him a little bit of carpet burn, but it’s also making his heart beat faster.
But Kaidoh still has his willpower! “Fuck you, asshole,” he says through his teeth, and pulls back his hand away from Momoshiro’s crotch. Unfortunately, he doesn’t look quite as menacing as he wanted to, not with his arm covering his thoroughly red face. Stupid body.
“Fine, I’ll do it for you,” says Momoshiro. His hand finally lets go, and Kaidoh feels relieved, yet strangely irritated that it stopped. But before he’s got time to celebrate that Momoshiro finally stopped, Momoshiro rocks his hips forward, and manages to rub right over Kaidoh’s penis, while simultaneously poking his own hard erection right above Kaidoh’s pubic bone.
Kaidoh can’t tell whether this is worse, or an improvement. He’ll settle for the fact that anything Momoshiro does is annoying and disgusting.
And yet he doesn’t move. He lets Momoshiro do it. He lets him dry hump him, because damnit, the friction feels good, and Kaidoh feels absolutely disgusted about that. He’s conflicted about himself, as he wants to push Momoshiro off and beat him up, but on the other hand, it doesn’t feel that bad. It’s disgustingly good. Maybe he can just ... let it happen, and then kick Momoshiro’s ass afterwards. As Momoshiro’s hips snap up and down against him, Kaidoh’s starting to think that’s a really good idea.
He still stays like that on the bed, with his arms covering his face, and breathing through his own fingers, unable to stop Momoshiro from humping him. Kaidoh can’t look at him right now, this is utterly humiliating. It’d be like admitting defeat, and telling Momoshiro that he’s allowed to do it, and that it doesn’t feel bad at all. But with his sight being blocked, Kaidoh is much more focused on the sensations of his body, and on his hearing. He can hear the fabric rustle against each other, he can hear Momoshiro’s sharp intake of breath, he can even hear his own breath going erratic. And the sensations ... oh the friction of their bodies are generating so much heat, Kaidoh isn’t quite sure how he can still stand it. It’s like everything is coming together, and it feels like something’s about to burst.
Well, it was Momoshiro who did that first.
Kaidoh knows, because Momoshiro lets out this really odd gasp, which sounded more like a moan, and Kaidoh thinks it’s disgusting, but he does peek through his fingers at Momoshiro’s body. That’s when he notices the wet spot rubbing up against him; Momoshiro’s crotch has a few dotted wet circles staining his shorts. Wait ... is that ...? Oh. Oh. Gross!
Kaidoh growls at Momoshiro, suddenly remembering that he should be angry about this.
“Ahh ... sorry I’ll clean it up,” Momoshiro says a bit unfocused.
“You better, you disgusting pig,” Kaidoh says. Except that Kaidoh is still hard, and it’s throbbing painfully in his shorts. Why did Momoshiro get to have release while he’s still hanging there in limbo?
“Shut up, you liked it too!” Momoshiro’s hand is suddenly back on Kaidoh’s hard penis, and he gulps loudly at the contact. “Oh right, you still haven’t ...”
Of course he still hasn’t! Kaidoh hisses and folds his arms over his face again; this is super embarrassing. But he can’t help wondering; is Momoshiro still going to ...?
“Since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll finish you off,” Momoshiro says, and then slowly begins to stroke him again.
“I ... I ...” Kaidoh tries to form words, but his mind is being thrown into a tizzy again what with Momoshiro’s hand distracting him. “Just stop talking,” he finally manages to say out loud. Yes, if Momoshiro stops talking, then maybe Kaidoh can forget it’s Momoshiro who’s doing these perverted things to him. Then maybe he can pretend this has all just been a really weird dream, and when he wakes up, he can look at Momoshiro normally again and no one ever has to know he did something this disgusting.
Kaidoh is so disappointed with himself.
Momoshiro continues his irregular strokes, groping him, massaging him, it all feels so surreal. But Momoshiro was right ... at the moment, Kaidoh does like it. His hormones have taking over the rational part of his brain, so that now he can’t do anything but want more, want Momoshiro’s hand pulling at him like that and to keep doing it until he ... until he.
“Geez Kaidoh, hurry up, my arm is gonna fall off here,” Momoshiro says, irritated. As if to tell Kaidoh to hurry up, he pinches the top of his penis, like a warning.
Except that’s all Kaidoh needs to feel his orgasm flow through him, because that felt really good. Within seconds he’s dirtied his clothes, and his mind goes empty at the much needed pleasure. He can feel it from his fingertips to his toes; everything is buzzing with energy and a thumping heart beat.
“Ew gross, it got on my hands!” Momoshiro complains, pulling back and finally scrambling off of Kaidoh.
Kaidoh doesn’t know whether to cry or ask to do it again.
oOo
The rules were simple enough, Kaidoh thinks. Don’t take off any clothes, don’t touch each other except for that part, and no kissing.
Kaidoh’s always been one to follow the rules, he likes it when his life has order and is neat and organized. Except, even with these rules, there’s nothing orderly about this entire ordeal between them. At best, it’s organized chaos. That’s the only way to describe Momoshiro; he just does things whenever he feels like it, a moron, really. Kaidoh doesn’t like it. Kaidoh doesn’t like to be bothered because Momoshiro ‘wants to do it’, and he certainly doesn’t like it whenever Momoshiro would creep up behind him and start groping him.
But by god-he’s definitely getting used to it. That doesn’t mean Kaidoh likes it.
Or at least, he certainly won’t admit it.
Kaidoh had thought, or hoped really, that after the first incident, Momoshiro would be too embarrassed to talk to him, or do it again. However, it seemed Kaidoh’s the only one who felt any kind of embarrassment from it; Momoshiro is as shameless as always. And in fact, he became a lot more bothersome afterwards. He’d continuously beg to do it again, and harass Kaidoh until he’d give in. Kaidoh doesn’t know why Momoshiro is so dead set on this, why he’s so incredibly perverted. Maybe it’s because he’s already had experience before? Kaidoh feels agitated just thinking about Momoshiro doing something like this with someone else. What a stupid pervert.
Not that it makes Kaidoh any less of a pervert, since he’s not really telling Momoshiro to back off and stop touching him.
Momoshiro had gotten a hold of Kaidoh’s phone number (he has no idea how, since he never gave it to him), and used that as an opportunity to send Kaidoh multiple texts throughout the day. They were really stupid ones too, like how he’d mismatched his socks that day, or how much he was starving and lunch should come sooner, or when his captain complimented him, or how irritating it was that one of their teachers had a mustache, and the right side was longer. Needless to say, Kaidoh grew annoyed at these random text messages that were of no importance. He tried to ignore it, maybe Momoshiro would get the hint.
He didn’t.
Momoshiro also used it to crack down on Kaidoh’s track and field club, repeatedly calling it dumb, and that he should quit and join the tennis club. Well one day, Kaidoh had enough of being told he was a ‘running freak’, and angrily typed one text message back. Which seemed to escalate the whole thing, because Momoshiro is relentless, and he won’t stop until he has the last word. He ended up sending twenty messages in anger that day, all of which were immediately replied to by Momoshiro. When they saw each other again in their room, Momoshiro pushed him down on his bed, and they jerked each other off. It felt good, which made Kaidoh go run a lot to work off the guilt he felt afterwards.
So now he’s got this perverted roommate-which was his former teammate-who won’t stop bothering him, and it seems like this disgusting thing between them is becoming normal; it’s become a routine.
Kaidoh likes routine, he’s not sure whether he likes this to become a routine as well.
But occasionally, it’s not that bad.
Like when Momoshiro messages him, and asks him to go eat somewhere with him, or he asks him if he’s thirsty from running and would like some water, or when he thanks him for cleaning their room.
And that disgusting thing?
Well ...
It’s still disgusting, but Kaidoh feels a little less guilty each time they do it. He still avoids looking Momoshiro in the eye when they do it, he feels like he’ll break some kind of unwritten rule between them, or maybe he’s just really scared of seeing that wanton expression on his face again. So it’s best if he just keeps his distance. Yeah.
It’s hard to keep a distance when Momoshiro just comes barreling into his room without any sort of prior announcement though.
“Yo!” he cheerfully greets Kaidoh.
Kaidoh hisses and slumps forward over his homework, pretending to be busy even when he had finished it an hour before.
“Not running tonight?” Momoshiro asks, and he sits down on his bed.
“I already did, but I have homework too,” Kaidoh replies. He hopes this is enough to deter Momoshiro from doing any spontaneous things like ... groping.
“Oh ... well then, here you go anyway.”
Kaidoh’s about to ask what Momoshiro meant by that, when suddenly his cheek makes contact with something cold and plastic. He whirls his head around to look at Momoshiro accusingly. He’s holding a bottle of water in front of him, with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
“Figured you’d be thirsty from running, but I guess it can’t hurt to drink it now as well.”
Kaidoh blinks at the bottle, a bit confused and caught off guard, but he accepts it either way.
“T-thank you,” he says, feeling grateful. When he realizes how friendly he sounds, he immediately jabs his elbow into Momoshiro’s stomach and calls him a dumbass, while pointing out he’s got his own bottle of water.
Yes, occasionally, it’s not that bad. Kaidoh wonders how long they can keep this up.
oOo
“Dude, you’re taking too long,” Momoshiro says out of breath. “I already switched arms you know.”
Kaidoh bites down on his lips and covers his face with his hands again. “Shut up, don’t talk,” he says.
“Well, I wouldn’t be talking if you just came already. It’s tiring!”
Momoshiro strokes Kaidoh faster, and it does feel good, but as always, whenever Momoshiro focuses his sole attention on Kaidoh (he always seems to orgasm pretty fast, so that leaves Kaidoh who still hasn’t had his release yet), he feels all weird and self-conscious about what they’re doing all of the sudden. It’s not the same when they’re doing it to each other at the same time, when Momoshiro is only half paying attention to what he’s doing to Kaidoh, and that his tiny gasps get overpowered by Momoshiro’s own harsh breathing.
Yeah, when they’re doing it together, Kaidoh gets into it. But when Momoshiro is already finished, and still touching Kaidoh, giving him his undivided attention, Kaidoh feels a little overwhelmed and put on the spot. It’s making him think he has to perform, and climax fast so Momoshiro won’t be putting in too much effort. Which backfires, because that makes him more nervous and reduces his pleasure, and this ends up with Momoshiro having to put in more effort anyway. It doesn’t help when Momoshiro complains about it; that actually makes Kaidoh feel even more guilty about it, and shameful too.
“Your talking is distracting me, asshole,” Kaidoh growls.
“Well! If you’d just come already ...” Momoshiro’s strokes slow down. “Or is it me? Am I not good enough for you, huh? Is that it?” Then his strokes start up again, this time angrily pulling at Kaidoh.
“Huh, what?” Kaidoh’s heart is pounding so hard in his chest that it feels like someone’s hitting him over the head with drumsticks, so it’s pretty hard to focus right now. “No just ... shut up.”
“Well obviously you think I’m doing something wrong if I’m fapping my arm off here for about ten minutes and you still haven’t come.”
Kaidoh blushes crimson and he curses Momoshiro under his breath, leaning his head back against the wall. Why can’t the idiot just shut up!? He’s making him feel even more self-conscious! But he seems intent to find out why Kaidoh takes so long, and Kaidoh can’t just tell him why, that’s even more embarrassing! He can’t come out and say that he feels a bit weird when Momoshiro is so focused on getting him off, that it’s making him feel rushed. Kaidoh groans out loud, not knowing what to do, so he settles on telling Momoshiro what he does like. Maybe that will get him to shut up.
“Do that ... thing again,” he says awkwardly.
Momoshiro raises his eyebrows. “Thing? What thing? Did I ever do a thing?”
Kaidoh kind of wants to die. “Ugh that ... thing you did ... when we first did it.” He blushes even more at the memory; it’s super embarrassing.
“Huh?” Momoshiro obviously does not seem to remember that he ever did anything special. “You want me to dry hump you ...?”
Kaidoh’s fist whizzes past Momoshiro’s cheek; he had almost hit it if Momoshiro’s reflexes were a tad bit slower. “Dumbass, of course not!” he says angrily. “That’s not what I was talking about. Idiot.” All of this awkward talking it making Kaidoh lose his erection. Well. Maybe that’s a good thing. Does he really need to tell Momoshiro what he likes sexually? Ew. He shouldn’t even call it something like that.
“Hey, don’t try to hit me asshole! Just tell me!” Momoshiro yells out in frustration.
Kaidoh feels his cheeks heat up like power plants. “Pinch it,” he mutters under his breath.
“What?” Momoshiro leans closer.
“I said pinch it, you idiot!” Kaidoh growls. Oh great, now he’s said it out loud and Momoshiro heard it. Just fucking great. This is way too humiliating.
“Oh, like this?” Momoshiro’s hand stills at the top of Kaidoh’s glans-which has already gotten a little bit softer-and he slightly squeezes it.
Kaidoh can feel his heartbeat thump in reaction, and his toes curl up from the electrifying sensation. He bites down on his lips to prevent himself from making any embarrassing or weird noises, and manages to huff through his nose instead. It feels just like the first time Momoshiro did it by accident. “Y-yes,” he says bashfully.
And after that, Momoshiro doesn’t say another word anymore. But even the silence is awkward, as Kaidoh can hear the disgusting noises he makes when he’s out of breath, and the sound of Momoshiro’s skin rubbing on Kaidoh’s skin. It’s disgusting, but it feels good. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on it, and tries not to worry about Momoshiro. Though Momoshiro seems to be doing just fine, he pulls his hand up, then down towards the base, then back up, and he pinches the top again. That feels really good, so good Kaidoh gets his long awaited orgasm on Momoshiro’s third try.
“Didn’t know you liked pain that much, Kaidoh. I guess that makes you a masochist, huh?”
Kaidoh, who was reveling in the aftereffects of his pleasurable orgasm, finally snaps awake and glares at Momoshiro. “I’ll show you what pain is!” Then he knees Momoshiro in his balls.
oOo
Kaidoh hides behind the fence as he glances over the tennis court, trying to see where Momoshiro is. His track and field club sometimes runs along the campus instead. His captain said that a fresh change of scenery will do them all good. Their route also goes along the tennis courts, and it seems Momoshiro is blind or something, because he never notices it when Kaidoh runs by.
He finally does see Momoshiro, who is having a match with some other first year, and when Kaidoh sees him do that dunk smash he hasn’t seen in a long time, he’s suddenly filled with a nostalgic feeling. Kaidoh wants to play him again, he actually misses it a bit. But how can he? The day he tried to sign up for the club instead, was the day that everything changed. He can’t possibly quit his own club now and join the tennis club. That’s weird. Especially when it’ll look like he’s given into Momoshiro’s demands, and anything but that please.
This doesn’t prevent Kaidoh from imagining mock matches in his head, where he fantasizes that he beats Momoshiro with this new move he created in high school. But mostly, he just wants to feel that exciting rush again from playing a really good match. It has been way too long since he last played the idiot. It’s not fair all of these people he doesn’t even know get to play him, but he doesn’t. He’s resigned to watching the power idiot play behind some fence, and hope he doesn’t get caught staring.
Well, maybe there is still some time to switch clubs ...
“Kaidoh!” suddenly someone calls out.
Kaidoh feels himself jump in his own skin and he hastily turns around. It’s his captain, jogging up to him.
“Come on, we shouldn’t linger. You’re a good runner, you should be up front.”
“Right.” Kaidoh starts to run off the tennis grounds with his captain, but not before looking back over his shoulder and seeing Momoshiro win the match.
oOo
“So they agreed to let me try out, isn’t that awesome?”
Kaidoh closes the door and cleans his face with his towel; he’s sweaty from running. He did not expect Momoshiro to still be up this late, but he seems excited about something. “Try out for what?” Kaidoh asks.
“To let me become a regular!” Momoshiro says excitedly.
“Oh,” is Kaidoh’s response. He feels a pang of jealousy. “First years are allowed to do that?”
“Well, not really. But I’m a prodigy, so of course after seeing my real power they agreed to let me try out. I’m going to go up against the captain to test out my strength!”
“And I’m sure you have a lot of idiotic strength indeed,” says Kaidoh with a huff.
“Hey! It’s not idiotic! I’m awesome. Shut up. Be happy for me. Why won’t you join the tennis club anyway, I know you’d be good enough to be a regular as well.”
Again, there’s that weird pang in Kaidoh’s chest and he frowns at the way it’s tightening around his heart. Yes he wants to play tennis, yes he wants to play tennis with Momoshiro-but he can’t. It’s already too late to switch now, now it would just seem weird and like he’s giving into Momoshiro’s demands; and Momoshiro would never let him live it down if that happens. Besides, the track and field club isn’t that bad, Kaidoh does like running. That doesn’t mean he isn’t secretly smiling about the compliment Momoshiro paid him; that he’s good enough to be a regular.
“I like running,” Kaidoh says gruffly. That’s all that needs to be said.
“Freak,” Momoshiro says.
“So uh, when’s this stupid try out?” Kaidoh asks, trying to appear aloof and not interested at all, even though he is.
“The day after tomorrow, in the morning. You should come!”
Kaidoh huffs. “Why would I come? I have my own club duties to attend to.”
“Ahh, just come, cheer me on! Go go Momo!”
“I’m not saying that, that’s stupid,” says Kaidoh. He shakes his head and sits down on his own bed, wrapping the towel around his neck.
“Go go Momoshiro?” Momoshiro says this time.
Kaidoh hisses. “Moron. I’m not coming. I’ve got running to do.”
“Stupid running freak.”
“Stupid power tennis moron.”
“Shut up, I’ll win! No doubt!”
“If you’re so sure, you don’t need me there to cheer you on.”
“But ... but ... fine, then don’t come!” And with that, Momoshiro buries himself under his blanket and goes to sleep.
Kaidoh goes to sleep as well, a tiny smile on his lips as he thinks about how Momoshiro will become a regular.
oOo
Come to the tennis courts, NOW. Kaidoh rereads the text message, then puts the phone back in his pocket. That idiot wants something, and Kaidoh is pretty sure what it is. And even though he’s in the middle of training himself, Kaidoh rushes out to greet Momoshiro at the tennis courts.
“Why did you tell me to come here?” he asks when he sees Momoshiro. Kaidoh already knows the answer though, especially when Momoshiro looks so stupidly happy about himself, wearing a new jersey he wasn’t wearing before. He tries to look grumpy and annoyed at being called out.
“Can’t you see?” Momoshiro asks, smiling wider and opening up his arms, as if to say; look at how awesome I am, but he’s really just showing off his regular jacket. Momoshiro shakes his tennis racket at Kaidoh to hurry up and guess.
Kaidoh grunts. He’s going to pretend to not get it, because otherwise, Momoshiro might think he’s complimenting him. And Kaidoh doesn’t really do compliments. “Congratulations, you know how to grip a stick,” he says.
Momoshiro glares at Kaidoh, and tries to jab Kaidoh in his side with the racket, but Kaidoh jumps out of the way. “Asshole, can’t you see I turned into a regular? Congratulate me normally!”
“Fine. Congratulations, you also know how to play with balls.”
This time, Kaidoh can’t evade the racket as it hits him on the head, but he guesses he had it coming. He is genuinely happy for Momoshiro, and that he got in. Yet on the other hand, he’s jealous, and feels left out, and he wonders what it would be like if the both of them were regulars. Luckily, Momoshiro distracts him from his thoughts by trying to pick a fight with him, so Kaidoh indulges him; he can never stop indulging him. And Momoshiro doesn’t hold back, it’s like he’s releasing all of his energy on Kaidoh, hitting him with all he’s got. Well, Kaidoh’s not holding back either.
Kaidoh suddenly hears Momoshiro’s laughter fill his ears; the idiot is having too much fun with this. Or maybe he’s just happy he got accepted into the team. Regardless, it’s contagious, and Kaidoh feels his mood change for the better as well. He’s smiling as he pushes Momoshiro down on the ground and climbs on top of him; he wishes they could mess around like this every day. Where’s it’s just him and Momoshiro, wrestling each other like that’s all that matters, like back in middle school. Momoshiro’s the only person out there that gets it; that Kaidoh likes to fight like this because it feels good, it’s always been a way to release steam.
Momoshiro stops laughing and looks up at Kaidoh, his face all sweaty and his breathing irregular. “Let’s go back to our room,” he says, and smiles mischievously.
Kaidoh can’t agree more; lately their fights have pumped him up even more, and punching each other just doesn’t give that release he’s looking for.
When they’re in their room, and end up on Momoshiro’s bed, Kaidoh feels like someone took over his body, and is guiding him to do things. Because it’s one of those rare times where he initiates it, where he’s the first one to start touching. He doesn’t know whether he’s doing it because he feels like celebrating with Momoshiro for becoming a regular, or because he just wants to do it, because Momoshiro was looking at him all funny and needy, and Kaidoh himself was feeling a bit restless. But as always, they avoid looking at each other as they do it.
It’s alright, Kaidoh doesn’t need to; he feels enough. Feels the way Momoshiro touches him through his shorts, getting him hard and ready, and how he slips his hand in there and his fingers touch the scorching skin of his penis. Kaidoh hisses involuntarily, and quickly grips Momoshiro’s erection as well. Then they start, up and down, stroking in tune with each other, and taking in shallow breaths. It’s become a secret routine between them.
“You know ... you should try out too,” Momoshiro says all of the sudden.
Kaidoh finds it hard to focus on Momoshiro’s words; why the hell is he talking while they do this? The less talking, the better. He hisses, but continues to jerk Momoshiro off like there was no disturbance. “I’m already part of a club.” Even though he’d like to join Momoshiro as well. But now’s not a good time to talk about it ...
“Yeah but,” Momoshiro takes in a deep breath, “that’s just stupid running.”
Kaidoh grips Momoshiro tighter. “I like running,” he grunts. Running is fine. He doesn’t need tennis. He doesn’t need Momoshiro. “The track and field club is fine. Now shut up.”
“But there’s no sense of teamwork!” Momoshiro objects. Kaidoh is seriously thinking about hitting him again to get him to shut up. “All you do is run alone, where’s the fun in that.” Momoshiro gasps and his rhythm gets sloppier.
“Moron, ever heard of a relay race?” Kaidoh fires back. But Momoshiro is right; there is no teamwork in the club. And most importantly, Momoshiro isn’t there either, and it’s not like he’s good at making friends. He does want to join but ... he can’t. It would seem so weird, especially after Momoshiro’s been bugging him about it for well over a month. That just makes it look like he joined because of Momoshiro.
Which wouldn’t be a lie, and that’s what’s so embarrassing. Kaidoh can’t do it.
“That doesn’t count!” Momoshiro bites his lip before he releases it again to talk. “Don’t you miss it ... don’t you miss playing with me?”
Kaidoh feels an electric shock fizzle through his spine, and he immediately covers Momoshiro’s mouth with his hand. He didn’t want to hear that. Why did he say that? It’s crumbling Kaidoh’s defense, and now he wants to do nothing more than to quit his club and join the tennis one. This isn’t fair ... if Momoshiro says things like that ... it’s almost like he really cares if Kaidoh is there or not. It’s messing up Kaidoh’s thoughts, and demolishes his iron will.
“Can’t you just shut up for now?” Kaidoh says angrily. Momoshiro needs to stop talking, because the more he does, the more Kaidoh can feel his resolve crumble down, his pride evaporating into dust-to the point where he can’t deny the fact that he misses it anymore. Anymore talking, and Momoshiro will have won him over with his stupid talking and his stupid smile and his stupid laugh, and oh god Kaidoh really misses it badly. This isn’t fair.
Momoshiro huffs against Kaidoh’s hand, then shakes his head so that Kaidoh removes it from his mouth, instead wrapping it around his neck instead. He doesn’t trust Momoshiro to stop talking, so he keeps it there, just in case.
Yeah, just in case.
“Fine,” says Momoshiro.
Momoshiro truly does shut up, Kaidoh is surprised. Except for those noises he makes sometimes, noises that are printed into Kaidoh’s memory. They’re embarrassing noises, but when they’re like this, Kaidoh actually kind of likes hearing it. It means Momoshiro is enjoying himself, and it’s Kaidoh who’s doing that to him-like he has the power to make him feel good, and he gets a kick out of that.
Not that Momoshiro isn’t making him feel good too. Kaidoh is probably equally unhinged as him; it feels good to him too.
Kaidoh’s hand never leaves Momoshiro’s neck. He knows he should probably pull it back, especially since Momoshiro’s hair is making his fingers itch, but Momoshiro doesn’t seem to mind right now. Maybe it’s okay. Maybe Kaidoh can continue to keep it there, because it feels nice to have both hands doing something, instead of leaving one awkwardly at his side. It’s also very exhilarating to Kaidoh that he can feel Momoshiro’s erratic pulse thump against the palm of his hand, and it keeps speeding up. It reminds him that Momoshiro is a living and breathing thing, and most definitely real. This is not some weird dream he came up with, or worse, a gross fantasy.
It might have been that way, at first, when Momoshiro basically forced himself on Kaidoh, but he can’t deny that he likes it now too. That he probably wouldn’t stop, not unless Momoshiro did.
It’s still embarrassing though, just like how he still can’t look him in the eye. Kaidoh focuses on the way Momoshiro’s hair falls against his fingers, and how his skin is glistening in the small amount of moonlight peeking through the curtains. He gets this weird urge to touch Momoshiro’s hair; it’s probably damp from his sweat. Momoshiro always gets sweaty when they do this.
Not a minute later, Kaidoh can feel Momoshiro’s heartbeat leaping wildly against his hand, and Kaidoh speeds up his strokes in return. And then Momoshiro coughs out a groan and bucks his trembling hips up against Kaidoh’s hand. He feels warm liquid stain his hand and Kaidoh smirks just a little, feeling accomplished, and slows down his stroking until it’s at a much more relaxing pace. Momoshiro has stopped his own strokes to enjoy the feeling, with his head thrown back as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. Kaidoh keeps him from moving away too far, by keeping his hand on his neck. It’s like he refuses to let go now he’s got a hold on him. When he feels Momoshiro’s penis become soft in his hand, he cleans it all up with tissues (which is always next to Momoshiro’s bed), like he’s done a bunch of other times before.
When Kaidoh is done, he turns back to Momoshiro, then squeezes Momoshiro’s neck; get back to work. He’s still rock hard, and after hearing Momoshiro’s groan and feeling his sperm seep into his hand, it only made him more disgustingly horny. It’s actually rather worrying how much he’s gotten hooked on this feeling, how much he actually wants Momoshiro to continue. It still makes him feel disgusted with himself, but at the moment, he kind of needs Momoshiro’s hand to start moving.
And Momoshiro does, quick to get back into the previous rhythm, his hand slick and warm, and it’s just what Kaidoh’s craving. He can’t help but rotate his hips until he’s meeting Momoshiro’s hand each time, it’s hard to resist the urge. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the friction of Momoshiro’s hand, how Momoshiro’s hair tickles his fingers, and how his heartbeat hasn’t really slowed down, and it’s still pulsating against Kaidoh’s hand. It’s nice to be able to keep it there, like it isn’t bothering Momoshiro, and it’s not bothering Kaidoh either.
Momoshiro quickens his pace, dragging out embarrassing noises from Kaidoh’s throat. In the back of his mind, he hopes Momoshiro’s deaf, because this is not how he should be acting, how he should be sounding. But Kaidoh can’t hide his reactions, not when they’re this close and not when Momoshiro is paying full attention to him. He likes that attention, though he won’t ever say that out loud. Kaidoh’s heart thumps faster as he can feel himself being pulled over the edge, and Momoshiro does that thing again where he pinches the glans and Kaidoh loses it. He scratches the back of Momoshiro’s head with his fingers and then a shock rumbles through his entire body as he climaxes.
Kaidoh lets out a shaky breath. That felt good.
For a small moment in time, they stay like this, sitting in front of each other, doing nothing but try and steady their breathing and relax. Yes, Kaidoh’s feeling very relaxed. There’s a pleasant undercurrent of electricity humming through his fingers and toes, it keeps Kaidoh from moving, from moving away from Momoshiro. It’s like each time they finish up, the longer Kaidoh lingers to be able to feel that buzz going through his body. Even Momoshiro’s warm pulse against his hand feels reassuring and has this calming effect on him. Yet despite this weird tranquil moment, Kaidoh’s got adrenaline pumping through him still. He wonders if Momoshiro feels the same.
“Stop touching me, gross,” Momoshiro says all of the sudden, and he pushes at Kaidoh’s chest to get him to back off.
That pleasant buzzing feeling turns into a painful sting, like someone just dumped a bucket of ice on him, and Kaidoh’s body tenses up. He hisses awkwardly and yanks his hand back, like it had been called out as the guilty party.
He’s almost forgotten. For just a small second, Kaidoh was ignorant of Momoshiro’s rule; he thought that maybe, just maybe, it was alright. But he was wrong. Momoshiro is not okay with it, and that stings more than it should, for reasons Kaidoh can’t quite explain, and right now, he doesn’t care either. He promptly cleans himself up without saying a word, throws the tissue box at Momoshiro’s head, and goes back to his own bed.
What was he thinking anyway? Momoshiro obviously thinks it’s gross. Maybe Kaidoh’s gross in general. Even he thinks it’s a bit gross.
Touching Momoshiro like that won’t happen again.
Part 2
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Momoshiro/Kaidoh
Rating: MA
Word count: 58k
Chapters: 1 (part 1) | 1 (part 2) | 2 (part 1) | 2 (part 2) | 2 (part 3) | 2 (part 4)
Summary: They don’t look each other in the eye when they do it.
A/N: Chapter 2 will be Kaidoh's PoV.
Kaidoh thought he had left this all behind him.
The jesting, the jeering, the name calling, the fighting-that was all in middle school. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this again as if time had stopped still since then. But he is. As if nothing ever changed, the moment he saw Momoshiro Takeshi appear in front of his eyes at college, everything fell back into their old and stubborn routine.
When he entered high school, Kaidoh prided himself on being mature, cool, and collected; he was better than the rest of them. With Momoshiro going to another school, Kaidoh had three blissful years where he didn’t have to put up with the idiot. Not that he didn’t miss playing tennis with him from time to time-but he was grateful he was freed from this moron.
Until he became his roommate in college. Like some sort of sick and twisted joke, he and Momoshiro had to room together for the rest of their time at college. This did not help their arguments. What Kaidoh was so proud of once-his cool and collected demeanor-shattered to pieces when he was with Momoshiro. He can’t help it, that idiot just makes him behave like a child again. He knows just what to say or do to annoy Kaidoh. He’s always been able to push his buttons that way. At least that part of him, hasn’t changed. Kaidoh is unsure whether he’s annoyed or a little glad Momoshiro seemed to be relatively the same still.
At least they don’t have to see each other at club practice. When he got into high school, his tennis club looked rather pathetic, and it just didn’t have the same atmosphere as Seigaku did, so Kaidoh went for the next best thing: track and field. He likes running, always has, so for the next three years in high school, that’s all he did. And he grew to really like it, that he applied to be a member in the one for his college as well. Back then, he didn’t know Momoshiro was going to the same college, and that he’d apply for the tennis club.
Kaidoh’s decision to enter the track and field team wavered just the slightest. But only a little. Why does he care what club the idiot joins anyway.
It seemed that Momoshiro had similar thoughts, because once he found out Kaidoh wasn’t joining the tennis club, he wouldn’t let him live it down. Every chance he got, Momoshiro was whining and complaining and trying to convince Kaidoh to join, and ditch that ‘stupid running club’. Many times, Kaidoh did come close to quitting and giving into Momoshiro’s incessant demands, but when he saw Momoshiro that day, his decision to stay in the track and field club was set in stone.
What happened that day? Well ...
oOo
Kaidoh hasn’t felt this nervous since the first day he was captain of Seigaku’s tennis club. Back then he was a bundle of nerves, and tried to cover it up by yelling out many profanities and giving the members a lot of laps to run. That’s how he feels right now; nervous and ready to shout at the next person who would interrupt him. Why? Because Kaidoh’s going to join the tennis club.
Yes, after only a week of listening to Momoshiro’s whining, he gave in. Kaidoh’s heart can’t take it whenever he sees Momoshiro give his best pitiful look, with those big sparkly eyes and pouty lip. In retrospect, Kaidoh does miss it. He would like to play tennis again with Momoshiro. It’d be just like when they won the nationals together, just him and the idiot, pulling through it together. That sort of rush he hasn’t felt in years. Maybe now they’re in the same college, they can do it again.
So there Kaidoh is, standing around awkwardly, and trying to find an appropriate time to cut in. He came just before practice started, and sees a bunch of members piling in the clubhouse. He figures he should just barge in there and demand he be let in.
Wait, that’s probably not a good idea.
Kaidoh’s nervous thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a group of loud people passing by, laughing at a joke someone had told them. Amongst them he hears that annoying laugh that belongs to none other than Momoshiro Takeshi. Kaidoh hisses under his breath; he doesn’t want that idiot to see him. Then he’ll think he has won, and he’ll be gloating about it all week. Kaidoh would rather avoid that. It’s already torture enough he has to listen to his endless stream of insults towards his track and field club. So Kaidoh stays back a bit, hiding in the shadows of the canopy of a tree, just watching the group talking animatedly.
Apparently, Kaidoh isn’t very good at hiding, because Momoshiro spots him. Jerk. Why is he so observant despite completely engrossed with talking? He sees Kaidoh and flashes him a bright and happy smile, waving at him to quickly come over. Well damn, now Kaidoh has to go. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and sulks over, running over an endless excuses in his mind to cover up the fact that he tried to apply for the tennis club. He can’t possibly do it now when Momoshiro has spotted him.
“Kaaaiiidoh!” Momoshiro greets him, drawling out his name like he likes to do sometimes. Kaidoh hunches his head into his shoulders, trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. Maybe then he won’t have to stay around for long and talk. When he catches up to the group, they all stop talking and suddenly all eyes are on him.
“Whatcha doing here you snake? Did you change your mind?” Momoshiro clasps his hands together as his eyes start to sparkle. “No way-you’re going to join!? Seriously!? Awesome!” Momoshiro punches Kaidoh in the arm, a little harder than necessary because he can’t seem to contain his excitement.
Kaidoh blinks as he tries to formulate his thoughts. “Uhh,” he says awkwardly. “I’m-I’m not, you idiot!” he hastily denies. Wait, this is probably not a good idea, but what else can he do? He can’t let Momoshiro gloat about it! He’ll just come back tomorrow or something.
Momoshiro’s face falls, and he frowns at him. “You’re not joining?”
“I just got lost, that’s all!” Kaidoh lies.
Another tennis club member standing next to Momoshiro suddenly speaks up. “Do you know this person, Momo-kun?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah. He’s my roommate, and we used to play tennis together.”
Kaidoh hisses, not really used to getting introduced to so many people at once. “Kaidoh Kaoru, pleased to meet you,” he says politely.
“Wait-used to?” the guy repeats, suddenly his tone a lot more playful. “Then that means you knew Momo-kun before? Tell us, is he as good as he says he is?”
Momoshiro suddenly turns a little red and tries to hush him up by shushing at him.
“... I guess he’s alright,” Kaidoh admits. That’s the best compliment he can pay to Momoshiro’s tennis skills. But that doesn’t even begin to describe how good Momoshiro really is.
“Kaidoh!” Momoshiro sputters, his cheeks suddenly red. “They weren’t talking about th-”
“Oho, so Momo-kun is the player he says he is!” says the boy. “So how many women have you slept with then, huh? Come on, tell us!”
“Yes, tell us, Momo-kun!”
“Guys! Shut up!”
Kaidoh’s face suddenly morphs into something that of utter disgust. Are they talking about ... ?
“Well fess up, you have to tell us. Did you ever do anything with your girlfriend?”
Momoshiro fidgets on the spot, and seems to be torn about something. “Fine, I had sex with her-but can you guys please stop talking about that!? Come on, we’re at practice, show some respect!”
Kaidoh seems to tune out how the rest of their conversation went. He’s kind of not thinking about anything at all, and stands there like a mindless drone. Eventually he excuses himself and goes back to his side of the campus to run. He runs a lot, he runs until practice is over, and then runs some more. He keeps himself so busy with running, that he is unable to think of anything at all. Running has always been his way of calming himself down, of keeping his mind clear of disgusting and disturbing thoughts. Yes, he likes running. He doesn’t need to play tennis.
Yes. Momoshiro can have it. Kaidoh doesn’t want any part of it, not anymore.
Kaidoh stays out so late, it’s almost midnight before he returns to his room. He hopes Momoshiro is asleep; he doesn’t want to hear him talk about tennis, or his girlfriend, or anything else really. He just wants to sleep and forget anything happened today.
Unfortunately, today is not his day, because when he opens the door of his room, he catches Momoshiro in the act of masturbating.
oOo
Kaidoh can’t say a word.
He’s frozen in place, and his tongue is all tied up as he replays the words Momoshiro had said just moments before.
Let’s jerk each other off.
Is he serious? Has he gone absolutely mad?
“Say something,” Momoshiro says with a pout. He looks uncomfortable yet still completely arrogant as he sits on his bed, and toys around with his shirt.
“Are you fucking retarded?” is what Kaidoh decides to say, because all the other words in the world have left him.
Momoshiro huffs and glares at Kaidoh, his cheeks turning pink. “Asshole, you don’t have to put it that way! I bring up some good points, so you either agree, or you don’t agree-and then that means you’ll have to walk in on me again. And that was as unpleasant for me as it was for you. So say something!”
“Are you fucking retarded?” Kaidoh repeats in the same tone.
Momoshiro leaps off from his bed and tackles Kaidoh’s midriff so that they both fall down on Kaidoh’s bed. Kaidoh helplessly watches as Momoshiro straddles him at his waist and pulls back his fist, getting ready to hit him in the face. But Kaidoh’s expression remains the same; one of disgust and confusion.
“Look Kaidoh, I’m giving you a damn good proposal. You do me, I do you, and there will be no more sneaking off to find time to do it in private and walking in on something like that. All you have to say is yes.” Momoshiro’s hands are shaking from gripping Kaidoh’s shirt so tightly.
What is this guy thinking? Does he seriously want to do this? Surely the embarrassment from walking in on him last night couldn’t have shocked him that much. Then again, Momoshiro always had a few loose screws in his head. Maybe last night is what finally did him in. Maybe he thinks he can cover up his embarrassment by making Kaidoh even more embarrassed with disgusting proposals like these. Does he seriously think Kaidoh will agree to this? To do this kind of disgusting thing with him? Never.
“And, and-that’s it,” says Momoshiro hastily. “No taking off any sort of clothes, no touching other than that, and definitely no kissing! It’s like this, you know, friends with benefits kind of thing. No one has to know.”
Kaidoh growls at Momoshiro. “Not even your girlfriend?” he bites back. Wouldn’t she want a say in this?
“Huh, what girlfriend?” Momoshiro asks, sounding honestly confused.
Kaidoh turns his head away, rolling it over the mattress and pressing his face into the sheets. “The one you mentioned yesterday ...”
“I didn’t say any-oh, uhm, no that’s just uhh. My ex. Yes, my ex! Besides, what’s it to you, huh. Why do you care.”
Kaidoh jabs his fist into Momoshiro’s side, making him yelp out from the pain, but stubbornly refused to get off of him. “I hate cheaters,” Kaidoh says as if this explains everything, glaring at Momoshiro again. He does feel a lot better knowing that Momoshiro isn’t dating some girl he doesn’t know though. Like he won’t be expecting any random visits of girls in their dorm room.
“Yeah well, I’m not a cheater.” Momoshiro suddenly releases his grip on Kaidoh’s shirt and leans back, staring him in the eye. “It’ll just be you and me.”
For some reason, that makes Kaidoh feel something weird swirl around in his stomach, and his toes are buzzing with electricity. It’s an irritating, but slightly pleasant sensation. It’s just like how he feels about Momoshiro; who is irritating most of the time, but can be pleasant when he wants to. Right now, he’s being someone Kaidoh doesn’t even recognize. Someone who thinks it’s ok to do this kind of thing with another man, and shamelessly ask for it as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He looks up at Momoshiro and wants to call him an idiot, then throw him on the ground, and maybe get in a few kicks as well, but Kaidoh’s body is motionless, completely still beneath Momoshiro.
“What if I say no?” Kaidoh asks, and avoids looking at Momoshiro again, opting to stare down at his t-shirt instead.
Momoshiro smirks at him. “Then last night will be a scene you’ll come across many, many times throughout our college life. Unless you wanna switch roommates.”
“Perhaps I should, no one should be forced to live with an uncontrollable pervert like you. Why can’t you just, not do it?”
“Fuck you, stupid virgin. You do it too, so don’t act like I’m dirty and perverted all of the sudden.”
“I don’t do it,” Kaidoh lies. He’d never admit to it. Ever.
“Hah! Yeah right. You might not do it as often as I do, but you still do it, unless you’re one of those weird freaks that can’t get it up.” Momoshiro crosses his arms and smirks down at Kaidoh, raising his eyebrows at him as if he’s challenging him to prove him otherwise.
“Of course I can get it up ...” Kaidoh says with a low hiss. He doesn’t need to prove anything.
“So you do do it, huh?”
“No I don’t ...” This is annoying! Why can’t Momoshiro just leave him alone already!?
“Well I guess I’ll have to find out if you’re a liar then ...”
Kaidoh is just about to ask what the hell he means with that, when suddenly, he feels Momoshiro grope him through the front of his pants. He squeezes his balls gently, which causes Kaidoh to let out a very high pitched yelp of embarrassment.
“Momoshiro! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Kaidoh’s eyes are wide and opened in disgust, and he tries to get Momoshiro off of him, shoving at his shoulders, but the idiot is pushing back at him.
“What’s it look like, dumbass. I’m testing to see if you get hard or not.” Momoshiro continues unabated, touching Kaidoh in places no one else has ever touched him before.
He feels dirty.
“Don’t touch me there!” Kaidoh yells out and finally manages to shove Momoshiro off of him, so he falls back on the ground.
“Asshole!” Momoshiro flings back as soon as he picks himself up.
What ensues is a battle between the both of them, each trying to gain the upper hand as they try to top one another, and throw in some punches and kicks. Kaidoh can’t let Momoshiro get away with it, his dignity is on the line here. Yet whenever Momoshiro sees the chance, his hands are back groping him again, squeezing it softly and rubbing it whenever he can. Even punching him in the face twice doesn’t seem to stop the pervert-and Kaidoh is growing increasingly irritated that he just won’t stop. Fine! If Momoshiro won’t stop-he’ll do it too! See how he likes it!
Kaidoh rolls over on top of Momoshiro on the ground, and instead of pinning him down at his wrists, he quickly shoves one hand down between the both of them, and his hand cups the hard bump in Momoshiro’s shorts.
“Hah-see, it’s not so pleasant now when someone else does it, is it?” Kaidoh taunts him, squeezing the hard lump even tighter.
Momoshiro just looks at him, dazed and his eyes glazed over.
That’s when Kaidoh realizes; he’s groping Momoshiro’s erect penis. “What the hell-you’re hard!?” But he didn’t even touch him until now! That’s disgusting. His fingers are buzzing with blood and he feels compelled to pull them away like he’s been burned, but he doesn’t-that would give Momoshiro the upper hand. So he just keeps it there, awkwardly, holding him hostage.
Momoshiro growls at him, a flush spreading across his face. “Shut up ... you were just moving too much, that’s all.” Then Momoshiro looks down at his own hand. “But I’m not the only one!” He roughly shoves his hand in between Kaidoh’s legs and grips Kaidoh’s penis, grinning at him wickedly.
Kaidoh lets out what sounds like half a hiss and half a squeak as his face turns red from embarrassment. “N-no it’s not,” he lies in a strained voice. What the hell is his body doing? He glares down at his pants, as if to say; traitor! He’s going to have to exercise a lot more self control after this. He should double his running schedule. “A-anyways, just let go already, you pervert!”
“I’m not letting go until you let go!” Momoshiro argues back.
“Like hell I’ll fall for that-you first!”
“I’m not going to!”
“It’s not like you were going to either way, dickhead!”
“Well then I guess you’ll just have to suck it up,” says Momoshiro with a very loud puff of air. Then suddenly Momoshiro’s fingers start to move, and he can feel them rub and massage his already half hard penis.
More blood rushes to Kaidoh’s face, filling him up with embarrassment, and he scrambles off of Momoshiro this time, putting some distance between them. Momoshiro sits up straight, looking agitated, yet strangely flustered. Probably how Kaidoh feels too, except he’s mortified and angry at the same time. Momoshiro huffs, picking himself up from the floor and looking at Kaidoh.
“So you do get hard,” says Momoshiro simply, like he’s reading aloud from a textbook.
Kaidoh’s face flushes with blood again, and he yanks his shirt down to cover the bulge in his shorts. “Shut up asshole,” he hisses.
“Well, now I am too, so I guess this is a good time to start.” Momoshiro rolls his shoulders to relax his muscles and crack his bones, and then starts to get closer to Kaidoh, who feels like a mouse trapped in a corner.
“What-no it’s not. Don’t!” Kaidoh cries out and tries to push Momoshiro away.
He didn’t count on Momoshiro shoving him on the bed again (just how many times has this happened?). Momoshiro crawls on top of a squirming Kaidoh, who feels helpless all of the sudden. It’s awkward now that Momoshiro is sitting so close to it, and his thighs are claiming his own, clamped shut tightly so Kaidoh can’t escape.
Momoshiro looks down at the obvious bulge in Kaidoh’s shorts, and he curses that thing for ever responding to that idiot doing idiotic and disgusting things to it. Oh how he wishes he could make it go down through pure will alone, but unfortunately, that’s one part of his body that just won’t listen. Especially when Momoshiro’s hand is stroking it through the fabric again. Kaidoh doesn’t want to admit it-hell will freeze over first-but his body reacts, and his penis twitches at the contact. He squeezes his eyes shut, half hoping that by not seeing Momoshiro, he’d go away.
How can he make him stop!?
Kaidoh growls and retaliates by cupping Momoshiro’s own junk in his hand, squeezing it. Yes, for some reason he’s not really thinking straight, as Kaidoh thinks that by touching Momoshiro’s, he will somehow stop touching him in turn. But obviously that was a failure of a plan, as Kaidoh can feel it grow under his touch. This is not stopping Momoshiro-this is encouraging him! Kaidoh awkwardly keeps his hand there, motionless, in the hopes Momoshiro will stop, but he doesn’t. He can feel Momoshiro’s fingers stroke up and down and despite Kaidoh not doing anything, the bulge in Momoshiro’s pants is becoming increasingly bigger. Does Momoshiro get off on doing things like this? That’s gross. Then again, the most disgusting part of it all, is that Kaidoh can feel himself growing bigger too, at Momoshiro’s perverted and erratic movements with his fingers. Why the hell is Momoshiro doing this to him, and why the hell is his body reacting like this!? He’s not a pervert! And he’s certainly not going to let Momoshiro get away with this!
And curse his body for heating up like this feels good. Kaidoh wishes he could just amputate his penis at the moment; it’s not listening to him anyway. It’s almost fully hard, and that’s just insane because it’s Momoshiro who’s touching it. Momoshiro Takeshi, fondling him.
“I didn’t think you’d be this sensitive,” says Momoshiro thoughtfully.
Kaidoh hisses and finally looks up at him, intending to throw him off with the power of his glare, but finds that power somewhere stuck in his throat. Along with his voice. The moment he laid eyes on Momoshiro’s face, Kaidoh can feel his entire body flood with that disgusting yet exciting rush, and it’s all flowing towards his crotch. Momoshiro’s face is ... well, for lack of a better and less disgusting word, it’s all wanton looking. Clearly Momoshiro’s thoughts have gone elsewhere, since he’s got this lustful expression, his eyes half closed, and his lips parted while taking shallow breaths. Even his skin is glistening from his sweat. Then there’s the fact that he’s clearly rubbing his junk closer against Kaidoh’s hand-he definitely did not want Kaidoh to let go. No, this was probably all part of his plan; get Kaidoh down on the bed, grope him, and ...
Why is he going along with this?
Why is Momoshiro’s hand still down there and rubbing him?
Why is Kaidoh’s own body betraying him?
And why are Momoshiro’s eyes so deadly to him all of the sudden?
Kaidoh covers his face with his other free arm, hoping to bury the embarrassment in there forever. “D-don’t look at me,” he says. He feels ashamed, dirty, guilty-yet he lets Momoshiro get away with it. He lets him touch him there. Kaidoh feels frozen in place.
“Hey ... hey Kaidoh,” Momoshiro calls out. He grinds their crotches together to get Kaidoh’s attention. “Touch me too, dumbass.”
“Fuck no,” Kaidoh says. He wants the ground to swallow him up, anything is better than being subjected to this torture, to having his body react against his will, and having it slowly take over his brain because it’s actually sort of starting to feel ...
“Come on, don’t you think it feels good?” Momoshiro’s hand wraps around Kaidoh’s entire shaft, and he pulls up, then down, sliding the fabric with him. It’s giving him a little bit of carpet burn, but it’s also making his heart beat faster.
But Kaidoh still has his willpower! “Fuck you, asshole,” he says through his teeth, and pulls back his hand away from Momoshiro’s crotch. Unfortunately, he doesn’t look quite as menacing as he wanted to, not with his arm covering his thoroughly red face. Stupid body.
“Fine, I’ll do it for you,” says Momoshiro. His hand finally lets go, and Kaidoh feels relieved, yet strangely irritated that it stopped. But before he’s got time to celebrate that Momoshiro finally stopped, Momoshiro rocks his hips forward, and manages to rub right over Kaidoh’s penis, while simultaneously poking his own hard erection right above Kaidoh’s pubic bone.
Kaidoh can’t tell whether this is worse, or an improvement. He’ll settle for the fact that anything Momoshiro does is annoying and disgusting.
And yet he doesn’t move. He lets Momoshiro do it. He lets him dry hump him, because damnit, the friction feels good, and Kaidoh feels absolutely disgusted about that. He’s conflicted about himself, as he wants to push Momoshiro off and beat him up, but on the other hand, it doesn’t feel that bad. It’s disgustingly good. Maybe he can just ... let it happen, and then kick Momoshiro’s ass afterwards. As Momoshiro’s hips snap up and down against him, Kaidoh’s starting to think that’s a really good idea.
He still stays like that on the bed, with his arms covering his face, and breathing through his own fingers, unable to stop Momoshiro from humping him. Kaidoh can’t look at him right now, this is utterly humiliating. It’d be like admitting defeat, and telling Momoshiro that he’s allowed to do it, and that it doesn’t feel bad at all. But with his sight being blocked, Kaidoh is much more focused on the sensations of his body, and on his hearing. He can hear the fabric rustle against each other, he can hear Momoshiro’s sharp intake of breath, he can even hear his own breath going erratic. And the sensations ... oh the friction of their bodies are generating so much heat, Kaidoh isn’t quite sure how he can still stand it. It’s like everything is coming together, and it feels like something’s about to burst.
Well, it was Momoshiro who did that first.
Kaidoh knows, because Momoshiro lets out this really odd gasp, which sounded more like a moan, and Kaidoh thinks it’s disgusting, but he does peek through his fingers at Momoshiro’s body. That’s when he notices the wet spot rubbing up against him; Momoshiro’s crotch has a few dotted wet circles staining his shorts. Wait ... is that ...? Oh. Oh. Gross!
Kaidoh growls at Momoshiro, suddenly remembering that he should be angry about this.
“Ahh ... sorry I’ll clean it up,” Momoshiro says a bit unfocused.
“You better, you disgusting pig,” Kaidoh says. Except that Kaidoh is still hard, and it’s throbbing painfully in his shorts. Why did Momoshiro get to have release while he’s still hanging there in limbo?
“Shut up, you liked it too!” Momoshiro’s hand is suddenly back on Kaidoh’s hard penis, and he gulps loudly at the contact. “Oh right, you still haven’t ...”
Of course he still hasn’t! Kaidoh hisses and folds his arms over his face again; this is super embarrassing. But he can’t help wondering; is Momoshiro still going to ...?
“Since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll finish you off,” Momoshiro says, and then slowly begins to stroke him again.
“I ... I ...” Kaidoh tries to form words, but his mind is being thrown into a tizzy again what with Momoshiro’s hand distracting him. “Just stop talking,” he finally manages to say out loud. Yes, if Momoshiro stops talking, then maybe Kaidoh can forget it’s Momoshiro who’s doing these perverted things to him. Then maybe he can pretend this has all just been a really weird dream, and when he wakes up, he can look at Momoshiro normally again and no one ever has to know he did something this disgusting.
Kaidoh is so disappointed with himself.
Momoshiro continues his irregular strokes, groping him, massaging him, it all feels so surreal. But Momoshiro was right ... at the moment, Kaidoh does like it. His hormones have taking over the rational part of his brain, so that now he can’t do anything but want more, want Momoshiro’s hand pulling at him like that and to keep doing it until he ... until he.
“Geez Kaidoh, hurry up, my arm is gonna fall off here,” Momoshiro says, irritated. As if to tell Kaidoh to hurry up, he pinches the top of his penis, like a warning.
Except that’s all Kaidoh needs to feel his orgasm flow through him, because that felt really good. Within seconds he’s dirtied his clothes, and his mind goes empty at the much needed pleasure. He can feel it from his fingertips to his toes; everything is buzzing with energy and a thumping heart beat.
“Ew gross, it got on my hands!” Momoshiro complains, pulling back and finally scrambling off of Kaidoh.
Kaidoh doesn’t know whether to cry or ask to do it again.
oOo
The rules were simple enough, Kaidoh thinks. Don’t take off any clothes, don’t touch each other except for that part, and no kissing.
Kaidoh’s always been one to follow the rules, he likes it when his life has order and is neat and organized. Except, even with these rules, there’s nothing orderly about this entire ordeal between them. At best, it’s organized chaos. That’s the only way to describe Momoshiro; he just does things whenever he feels like it, a moron, really. Kaidoh doesn’t like it. Kaidoh doesn’t like to be bothered because Momoshiro ‘wants to do it’, and he certainly doesn’t like it whenever Momoshiro would creep up behind him and start groping him.
But by god-he’s definitely getting used to it. That doesn’t mean Kaidoh likes it.
Or at least, he certainly won’t admit it.
Kaidoh had thought, or hoped really, that after the first incident, Momoshiro would be too embarrassed to talk to him, or do it again. However, it seemed Kaidoh’s the only one who felt any kind of embarrassment from it; Momoshiro is as shameless as always. And in fact, he became a lot more bothersome afterwards. He’d continuously beg to do it again, and harass Kaidoh until he’d give in. Kaidoh doesn’t know why Momoshiro is so dead set on this, why he’s so incredibly perverted. Maybe it’s because he’s already had experience before? Kaidoh feels agitated just thinking about Momoshiro doing something like this with someone else. What a stupid pervert.
Not that it makes Kaidoh any less of a pervert, since he’s not really telling Momoshiro to back off and stop touching him.
Momoshiro had gotten a hold of Kaidoh’s phone number (he has no idea how, since he never gave it to him), and used that as an opportunity to send Kaidoh multiple texts throughout the day. They were really stupid ones too, like how he’d mismatched his socks that day, or how much he was starving and lunch should come sooner, or when his captain complimented him, or how irritating it was that one of their teachers had a mustache, and the right side was longer. Needless to say, Kaidoh grew annoyed at these random text messages that were of no importance. He tried to ignore it, maybe Momoshiro would get the hint.
He didn’t.
Momoshiro also used it to crack down on Kaidoh’s track and field club, repeatedly calling it dumb, and that he should quit and join the tennis club. Well one day, Kaidoh had enough of being told he was a ‘running freak’, and angrily typed one text message back. Which seemed to escalate the whole thing, because Momoshiro is relentless, and he won’t stop until he has the last word. He ended up sending twenty messages in anger that day, all of which were immediately replied to by Momoshiro. When they saw each other again in their room, Momoshiro pushed him down on his bed, and they jerked each other off. It felt good, which made Kaidoh go run a lot to work off the guilt he felt afterwards.
So now he’s got this perverted roommate-which was his former teammate-who won’t stop bothering him, and it seems like this disgusting thing between them is becoming normal; it’s become a routine.
Kaidoh likes routine, he’s not sure whether he likes this to become a routine as well.
But occasionally, it’s not that bad.
Like when Momoshiro messages him, and asks him to go eat somewhere with him, or he asks him if he’s thirsty from running and would like some water, or when he thanks him for cleaning their room.
And that disgusting thing?
Well ...
It’s still disgusting, but Kaidoh feels a little less guilty each time they do it. He still avoids looking Momoshiro in the eye when they do it, he feels like he’ll break some kind of unwritten rule between them, or maybe he’s just really scared of seeing that wanton expression on his face again. So it’s best if he just keeps his distance. Yeah.
It’s hard to keep a distance when Momoshiro just comes barreling into his room without any sort of prior announcement though.
“Yo!” he cheerfully greets Kaidoh.
Kaidoh hisses and slumps forward over his homework, pretending to be busy even when he had finished it an hour before.
“Not running tonight?” Momoshiro asks, and he sits down on his bed.
“I already did, but I have homework too,” Kaidoh replies. He hopes this is enough to deter Momoshiro from doing any spontaneous things like ... groping.
“Oh ... well then, here you go anyway.”
Kaidoh’s about to ask what Momoshiro meant by that, when suddenly his cheek makes contact with something cold and plastic. He whirls his head around to look at Momoshiro accusingly. He’s holding a bottle of water in front of him, with a stupid grin plastered on his face.
“Figured you’d be thirsty from running, but I guess it can’t hurt to drink it now as well.”
Kaidoh blinks at the bottle, a bit confused and caught off guard, but he accepts it either way.
“T-thank you,” he says, feeling grateful. When he realizes how friendly he sounds, he immediately jabs his elbow into Momoshiro’s stomach and calls him a dumbass, while pointing out he’s got his own bottle of water.
Yes, occasionally, it’s not that bad. Kaidoh wonders how long they can keep this up.
oOo
“Dude, you’re taking too long,” Momoshiro says out of breath. “I already switched arms you know.”
Kaidoh bites down on his lips and covers his face with his hands again. “Shut up, don’t talk,” he says.
“Well, I wouldn’t be talking if you just came already. It’s tiring!”
Momoshiro strokes Kaidoh faster, and it does feel good, but as always, whenever Momoshiro focuses his sole attention on Kaidoh (he always seems to orgasm pretty fast, so that leaves Kaidoh who still hasn’t had his release yet), he feels all weird and self-conscious about what they’re doing all of the sudden. It’s not the same when they’re doing it to each other at the same time, when Momoshiro is only half paying attention to what he’s doing to Kaidoh, and that his tiny gasps get overpowered by Momoshiro’s own harsh breathing.
Yeah, when they’re doing it together, Kaidoh gets into it. But when Momoshiro is already finished, and still touching Kaidoh, giving him his undivided attention, Kaidoh feels a little overwhelmed and put on the spot. It’s making him think he has to perform, and climax fast so Momoshiro won’t be putting in too much effort. Which backfires, because that makes him more nervous and reduces his pleasure, and this ends up with Momoshiro having to put in more effort anyway. It doesn’t help when Momoshiro complains about it; that actually makes Kaidoh feel even more guilty about it, and shameful too.
“Your talking is distracting me, asshole,” Kaidoh growls.
“Well! If you’d just come already ...” Momoshiro’s strokes slow down. “Or is it me? Am I not good enough for you, huh? Is that it?” Then his strokes start up again, this time angrily pulling at Kaidoh.
“Huh, what?” Kaidoh’s heart is pounding so hard in his chest that it feels like someone’s hitting him over the head with drumsticks, so it’s pretty hard to focus right now. “No just ... shut up.”
“Well obviously you think I’m doing something wrong if I’m fapping my arm off here for about ten minutes and you still haven’t come.”
Kaidoh blushes crimson and he curses Momoshiro under his breath, leaning his head back against the wall. Why can’t the idiot just shut up!? He’s making him feel even more self-conscious! But he seems intent to find out why Kaidoh takes so long, and Kaidoh can’t just tell him why, that’s even more embarrassing! He can’t come out and say that he feels a bit weird when Momoshiro is so focused on getting him off, that it’s making him feel rushed. Kaidoh groans out loud, not knowing what to do, so he settles on telling Momoshiro what he does like. Maybe that will get him to shut up.
“Do that ... thing again,” he says awkwardly.
Momoshiro raises his eyebrows. “Thing? What thing? Did I ever do a thing?”
Kaidoh kind of wants to die. “Ugh that ... thing you did ... when we first did it.” He blushes even more at the memory; it’s super embarrassing.
“Huh?” Momoshiro obviously does not seem to remember that he ever did anything special. “You want me to dry hump you ...?”
Kaidoh’s fist whizzes past Momoshiro’s cheek; he had almost hit it if Momoshiro’s reflexes were a tad bit slower. “Dumbass, of course not!” he says angrily. “That’s not what I was talking about. Idiot.” All of this awkward talking it making Kaidoh lose his erection. Well. Maybe that’s a good thing. Does he really need to tell Momoshiro what he likes sexually? Ew. He shouldn’t even call it something like that.
“Hey, don’t try to hit me asshole! Just tell me!” Momoshiro yells out in frustration.
Kaidoh feels his cheeks heat up like power plants. “Pinch it,” he mutters under his breath.
“What?” Momoshiro leans closer.
“I said pinch it, you idiot!” Kaidoh growls. Oh great, now he’s said it out loud and Momoshiro heard it. Just fucking great. This is way too humiliating.
“Oh, like this?” Momoshiro’s hand stills at the top of Kaidoh’s glans-which has already gotten a little bit softer-and he slightly squeezes it.
Kaidoh can feel his heartbeat thump in reaction, and his toes curl up from the electrifying sensation. He bites down on his lips to prevent himself from making any embarrassing or weird noises, and manages to huff through his nose instead. It feels just like the first time Momoshiro did it by accident. “Y-yes,” he says bashfully.
And after that, Momoshiro doesn’t say another word anymore. But even the silence is awkward, as Kaidoh can hear the disgusting noises he makes when he’s out of breath, and the sound of Momoshiro’s skin rubbing on Kaidoh’s skin. It’s disgusting, but it feels good. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on it, and tries not to worry about Momoshiro. Though Momoshiro seems to be doing just fine, he pulls his hand up, then down towards the base, then back up, and he pinches the top again. That feels really good, so good Kaidoh gets his long awaited orgasm on Momoshiro’s third try.
“Didn’t know you liked pain that much, Kaidoh. I guess that makes you a masochist, huh?”
Kaidoh, who was reveling in the aftereffects of his pleasurable orgasm, finally snaps awake and glares at Momoshiro. “I’ll show you what pain is!” Then he knees Momoshiro in his balls.
oOo
Kaidoh hides behind the fence as he glances over the tennis court, trying to see where Momoshiro is. His track and field club sometimes runs along the campus instead. His captain said that a fresh change of scenery will do them all good. Their route also goes along the tennis courts, and it seems Momoshiro is blind or something, because he never notices it when Kaidoh runs by.
He finally does see Momoshiro, who is having a match with some other first year, and when Kaidoh sees him do that dunk smash he hasn’t seen in a long time, he’s suddenly filled with a nostalgic feeling. Kaidoh wants to play him again, he actually misses it a bit. But how can he? The day he tried to sign up for the club instead, was the day that everything changed. He can’t possibly quit his own club now and join the tennis club. That’s weird. Especially when it’ll look like he’s given into Momoshiro’s demands, and anything but that please.
This doesn’t prevent Kaidoh from imagining mock matches in his head, where he fantasizes that he beats Momoshiro with this new move he created in high school. But mostly, he just wants to feel that exciting rush again from playing a really good match. It has been way too long since he last played the idiot. It’s not fair all of these people he doesn’t even know get to play him, but he doesn’t. He’s resigned to watching the power idiot play behind some fence, and hope he doesn’t get caught staring.
Well, maybe there is still some time to switch clubs ...
“Kaidoh!” suddenly someone calls out.
Kaidoh feels himself jump in his own skin and he hastily turns around. It’s his captain, jogging up to him.
“Come on, we shouldn’t linger. You’re a good runner, you should be up front.”
“Right.” Kaidoh starts to run off the tennis grounds with his captain, but not before looking back over his shoulder and seeing Momoshiro win the match.
oOo
“So they agreed to let me try out, isn’t that awesome?”
Kaidoh closes the door and cleans his face with his towel; he’s sweaty from running. He did not expect Momoshiro to still be up this late, but he seems excited about something. “Try out for what?” Kaidoh asks.
“To let me become a regular!” Momoshiro says excitedly.
“Oh,” is Kaidoh’s response. He feels a pang of jealousy. “First years are allowed to do that?”
“Well, not really. But I’m a prodigy, so of course after seeing my real power they agreed to let me try out. I’m going to go up against the captain to test out my strength!”
“And I’m sure you have a lot of idiotic strength indeed,” says Kaidoh with a huff.
“Hey! It’s not idiotic! I’m awesome. Shut up. Be happy for me. Why won’t you join the tennis club anyway, I know you’d be good enough to be a regular as well.”
Again, there’s that weird pang in Kaidoh’s chest and he frowns at the way it’s tightening around his heart. Yes he wants to play tennis, yes he wants to play tennis with Momoshiro-but he can’t. It’s already too late to switch now, now it would just seem weird and like he’s giving into Momoshiro’s demands; and Momoshiro would never let him live it down if that happens. Besides, the track and field club isn’t that bad, Kaidoh does like running. That doesn’t mean he isn’t secretly smiling about the compliment Momoshiro paid him; that he’s good enough to be a regular.
“I like running,” Kaidoh says gruffly. That’s all that needs to be said.
“Freak,” Momoshiro says.
“So uh, when’s this stupid try out?” Kaidoh asks, trying to appear aloof and not interested at all, even though he is.
“The day after tomorrow, in the morning. You should come!”
Kaidoh huffs. “Why would I come? I have my own club duties to attend to.”
“Ahh, just come, cheer me on! Go go Momo!”
“I’m not saying that, that’s stupid,” says Kaidoh. He shakes his head and sits down on his own bed, wrapping the towel around his neck.
“Go go Momoshiro?” Momoshiro says this time.
Kaidoh hisses. “Moron. I’m not coming. I’ve got running to do.”
“Stupid running freak.”
“Stupid power tennis moron.”
“Shut up, I’ll win! No doubt!”
“If you’re so sure, you don’t need me there to cheer you on.”
“But ... but ... fine, then don’t come!” And with that, Momoshiro buries himself under his blanket and goes to sleep.
Kaidoh goes to sleep as well, a tiny smile on his lips as he thinks about how Momoshiro will become a regular.
oOo
Come to the tennis courts, NOW. Kaidoh rereads the text message, then puts the phone back in his pocket. That idiot wants something, and Kaidoh is pretty sure what it is. And even though he’s in the middle of training himself, Kaidoh rushes out to greet Momoshiro at the tennis courts.
“Why did you tell me to come here?” he asks when he sees Momoshiro. Kaidoh already knows the answer though, especially when Momoshiro looks so stupidly happy about himself, wearing a new jersey he wasn’t wearing before. He tries to look grumpy and annoyed at being called out.
“Can’t you see?” Momoshiro asks, smiling wider and opening up his arms, as if to say; look at how awesome I am, but he’s really just showing off his regular jacket. Momoshiro shakes his tennis racket at Kaidoh to hurry up and guess.
Kaidoh grunts. He’s going to pretend to not get it, because otherwise, Momoshiro might think he’s complimenting him. And Kaidoh doesn’t really do compliments. “Congratulations, you know how to grip a stick,” he says.
Momoshiro glares at Kaidoh, and tries to jab Kaidoh in his side with the racket, but Kaidoh jumps out of the way. “Asshole, can’t you see I turned into a regular? Congratulate me normally!”
“Fine. Congratulations, you also know how to play with balls.”
This time, Kaidoh can’t evade the racket as it hits him on the head, but he guesses he had it coming. He is genuinely happy for Momoshiro, and that he got in. Yet on the other hand, he’s jealous, and feels left out, and he wonders what it would be like if the both of them were regulars. Luckily, Momoshiro distracts him from his thoughts by trying to pick a fight with him, so Kaidoh indulges him; he can never stop indulging him. And Momoshiro doesn’t hold back, it’s like he’s releasing all of his energy on Kaidoh, hitting him with all he’s got. Well, Kaidoh’s not holding back either.
Kaidoh suddenly hears Momoshiro’s laughter fill his ears; the idiot is having too much fun with this. Or maybe he’s just happy he got accepted into the team. Regardless, it’s contagious, and Kaidoh feels his mood change for the better as well. He’s smiling as he pushes Momoshiro down on the ground and climbs on top of him; he wishes they could mess around like this every day. Where’s it’s just him and Momoshiro, wrestling each other like that’s all that matters, like back in middle school. Momoshiro’s the only person out there that gets it; that Kaidoh likes to fight like this because it feels good, it’s always been a way to release steam.
Momoshiro stops laughing and looks up at Kaidoh, his face all sweaty and his breathing irregular. “Let’s go back to our room,” he says, and smiles mischievously.
Kaidoh can’t agree more; lately their fights have pumped him up even more, and punching each other just doesn’t give that release he’s looking for.
When they’re in their room, and end up on Momoshiro’s bed, Kaidoh feels like someone took over his body, and is guiding him to do things. Because it’s one of those rare times where he initiates it, where he’s the first one to start touching. He doesn’t know whether he’s doing it because he feels like celebrating with Momoshiro for becoming a regular, or because he just wants to do it, because Momoshiro was looking at him all funny and needy, and Kaidoh himself was feeling a bit restless. But as always, they avoid looking at each other as they do it.
It’s alright, Kaidoh doesn’t need to; he feels enough. Feels the way Momoshiro touches him through his shorts, getting him hard and ready, and how he slips his hand in there and his fingers touch the scorching skin of his penis. Kaidoh hisses involuntarily, and quickly grips Momoshiro’s erection as well. Then they start, up and down, stroking in tune with each other, and taking in shallow breaths. It’s become a secret routine between them.
“You know ... you should try out too,” Momoshiro says all of the sudden.
Kaidoh finds it hard to focus on Momoshiro’s words; why the hell is he talking while they do this? The less talking, the better. He hisses, but continues to jerk Momoshiro off like there was no disturbance. “I’m already part of a club.” Even though he’d like to join Momoshiro as well. But now’s not a good time to talk about it ...
“Yeah but,” Momoshiro takes in a deep breath, “that’s just stupid running.”
Kaidoh grips Momoshiro tighter. “I like running,” he grunts. Running is fine. He doesn’t need tennis. He doesn’t need Momoshiro. “The track and field club is fine. Now shut up.”
“But there’s no sense of teamwork!” Momoshiro objects. Kaidoh is seriously thinking about hitting him again to get him to shut up. “All you do is run alone, where’s the fun in that.” Momoshiro gasps and his rhythm gets sloppier.
“Moron, ever heard of a relay race?” Kaidoh fires back. But Momoshiro is right; there is no teamwork in the club. And most importantly, Momoshiro isn’t there either, and it’s not like he’s good at making friends. He does want to join but ... he can’t. It would seem so weird, especially after Momoshiro’s been bugging him about it for well over a month. That just makes it look like he joined because of Momoshiro.
Which wouldn’t be a lie, and that’s what’s so embarrassing. Kaidoh can’t do it.
“That doesn’t count!” Momoshiro bites his lip before he releases it again to talk. “Don’t you miss it ... don’t you miss playing with me?”
Kaidoh feels an electric shock fizzle through his spine, and he immediately covers Momoshiro’s mouth with his hand. He didn’t want to hear that. Why did he say that? It’s crumbling Kaidoh’s defense, and now he wants to do nothing more than to quit his club and join the tennis one. This isn’t fair ... if Momoshiro says things like that ... it’s almost like he really cares if Kaidoh is there or not. It’s messing up Kaidoh’s thoughts, and demolishes his iron will.
“Can’t you just shut up for now?” Kaidoh says angrily. Momoshiro needs to stop talking, because the more he does, the more Kaidoh can feel his resolve crumble down, his pride evaporating into dust-to the point where he can’t deny the fact that he misses it anymore. Anymore talking, and Momoshiro will have won him over with his stupid talking and his stupid smile and his stupid laugh, and oh god Kaidoh really misses it badly. This isn’t fair.
Momoshiro huffs against Kaidoh’s hand, then shakes his head so that Kaidoh removes it from his mouth, instead wrapping it around his neck instead. He doesn’t trust Momoshiro to stop talking, so he keeps it there, just in case.
Yeah, just in case.
“Fine,” says Momoshiro.
Momoshiro truly does shut up, Kaidoh is surprised. Except for those noises he makes sometimes, noises that are printed into Kaidoh’s memory. They’re embarrassing noises, but when they’re like this, Kaidoh actually kind of likes hearing it. It means Momoshiro is enjoying himself, and it’s Kaidoh who’s doing that to him-like he has the power to make him feel good, and he gets a kick out of that.
Not that Momoshiro isn’t making him feel good too. Kaidoh is probably equally unhinged as him; it feels good to him too.
Kaidoh’s hand never leaves Momoshiro’s neck. He knows he should probably pull it back, especially since Momoshiro’s hair is making his fingers itch, but Momoshiro doesn’t seem to mind right now. Maybe it’s okay. Maybe Kaidoh can continue to keep it there, because it feels nice to have both hands doing something, instead of leaving one awkwardly at his side. It’s also very exhilarating to Kaidoh that he can feel Momoshiro’s erratic pulse thump against the palm of his hand, and it keeps speeding up. It reminds him that Momoshiro is a living and breathing thing, and most definitely real. This is not some weird dream he came up with, or worse, a gross fantasy.
It might have been that way, at first, when Momoshiro basically forced himself on Kaidoh, but he can’t deny that he likes it now too. That he probably wouldn’t stop, not unless Momoshiro did.
It’s still embarrassing though, just like how he still can’t look him in the eye. Kaidoh focuses on the way Momoshiro’s hair falls against his fingers, and how his skin is glistening in the small amount of moonlight peeking through the curtains. He gets this weird urge to touch Momoshiro’s hair; it’s probably damp from his sweat. Momoshiro always gets sweaty when they do this.
Not a minute later, Kaidoh can feel Momoshiro’s heartbeat leaping wildly against his hand, and Kaidoh speeds up his strokes in return. And then Momoshiro coughs out a groan and bucks his trembling hips up against Kaidoh’s hand. He feels warm liquid stain his hand and Kaidoh smirks just a little, feeling accomplished, and slows down his stroking until it’s at a much more relaxing pace. Momoshiro has stopped his own strokes to enjoy the feeling, with his head thrown back as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. Kaidoh keeps him from moving away too far, by keeping his hand on his neck. It’s like he refuses to let go now he’s got a hold on him. When he feels Momoshiro’s penis become soft in his hand, he cleans it all up with tissues (which is always next to Momoshiro’s bed), like he’s done a bunch of other times before.
When Kaidoh is done, he turns back to Momoshiro, then squeezes Momoshiro’s neck; get back to work. He’s still rock hard, and after hearing Momoshiro’s groan and feeling his sperm seep into his hand, it only made him more disgustingly horny. It’s actually rather worrying how much he’s gotten hooked on this feeling, how much he actually wants Momoshiro to continue. It still makes him feel disgusted with himself, but at the moment, he kind of needs Momoshiro’s hand to start moving.
And Momoshiro does, quick to get back into the previous rhythm, his hand slick and warm, and it’s just what Kaidoh’s craving. He can’t help but rotate his hips until he’s meeting Momoshiro’s hand each time, it’s hard to resist the urge. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the friction of Momoshiro’s hand, how Momoshiro’s hair tickles his fingers, and how his heartbeat hasn’t really slowed down, and it’s still pulsating against Kaidoh’s hand. It’s nice to be able to keep it there, like it isn’t bothering Momoshiro, and it’s not bothering Kaidoh either.
Momoshiro quickens his pace, dragging out embarrassing noises from Kaidoh’s throat. In the back of his mind, he hopes Momoshiro’s deaf, because this is not how he should be acting, how he should be sounding. But Kaidoh can’t hide his reactions, not when they’re this close and not when Momoshiro is paying full attention to him. He likes that attention, though he won’t ever say that out loud. Kaidoh’s heart thumps faster as he can feel himself being pulled over the edge, and Momoshiro does that thing again where he pinches the glans and Kaidoh loses it. He scratches the back of Momoshiro’s head with his fingers and then a shock rumbles through his entire body as he climaxes.
Kaidoh lets out a shaky breath. That felt good.
For a small moment in time, they stay like this, sitting in front of each other, doing nothing but try and steady their breathing and relax. Yes, Kaidoh’s feeling very relaxed. There’s a pleasant undercurrent of electricity humming through his fingers and toes, it keeps Kaidoh from moving, from moving away from Momoshiro. It’s like each time they finish up, the longer Kaidoh lingers to be able to feel that buzz going through his body. Even Momoshiro’s warm pulse against his hand feels reassuring and has this calming effect on him. Yet despite this weird tranquil moment, Kaidoh’s got adrenaline pumping through him still. He wonders if Momoshiro feels the same.
“Stop touching me, gross,” Momoshiro says all of the sudden, and he pushes at Kaidoh’s chest to get him to back off.
That pleasant buzzing feeling turns into a painful sting, like someone just dumped a bucket of ice on him, and Kaidoh’s body tenses up. He hisses awkwardly and yanks his hand back, like it had been called out as the guilty party.
He’s almost forgotten. For just a small second, Kaidoh was ignorant of Momoshiro’s rule; he thought that maybe, just maybe, it was alright. But he was wrong. Momoshiro is not okay with it, and that stings more than it should, for reasons Kaidoh can’t quite explain, and right now, he doesn’t care either. He promptly cleans himself up without saying a word, throws the tissue box at Momoshiro’s head, and goes back to his own bed.
What was he thinking anyway? Momoshiro obviously thinks it’s gross. Maybe Kaidoh’s gross in general. Even he thinks it’s a bit gross.
Touching Momoshiro like that won’t happen again.
Part 2