[PoT]:: Renji/Sanada Lost In You.
Title: Lost In You.
Pairing: Renji/Sanada.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Hand job/ 1,614
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Sanada goes to clean, and both he and Renji get dirty.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy holidays to the bestie, darkelfgrl
The keys were heavy in his hand as Sanada unlocked the club room. Yukimura had slipped them to him during a passing period, saying that he wouldn't be able to help out that afternoon, citing a doctor's appointment. The rest of the team had the day off, Kirihara had passed arm in arm with Marui and Niou chattering happily about some sort of gaming network the three of them had managed to rig up. Thankfully, the clubroom was empty--someone, Sanada strongly suspected Yagyuu of all people had shown the freshmen how to break in through the coach's office; which for the most part was empty.
The smell hit him first, sweat, dirt and the overwhelming presence of teenage boy. There was also the hint of something rotting, and when Sanada jimmied Niou's locker open, something furry and green tumbled out. Grabbing a dust pan, he kicked the thing onto it, depositing it into the trash. Carefully he unbuttoned his school blazer, hanging it in his locker. His fingers brushed over the yellow, well worn jersey jacket that hung beside the blazer. He had locked the door behind him, and there wasn't anyone that would have hung around. Still, Sanada glanced around, almost guiltily before slipping the jersey on. He zipped it up, wrapped in the familiar cloth, feeling secure. Tennis, he understood, it was expected, routine. What happened next, none of them really knew. Save for Kirihara who had promised that he would not only lead Rikkai to another victory, but leave the team undefeated.
Sanada set to cleaning the club room, scrubbing down the surfaces of the lockers, a bucket full of steaming hot water and suds balanced precariously on the bench. Renji and Yukimura were supposed to help, but he hadn't seen Renji since lunch, and he wasn't going to force Yukimura to help. A small silver key provided access to all the lockers, which were supposed to be cleaned out.
Marui's locker was basically clean, a cupcake wrapper shoved in the back corner, candy wrappers tucked onto the top shelf, a few ragged tennis balls were also swept into to the trash. Sanada wiped down the interior, moved on to Jackal's locker, which was clean. Yagyuu's had a rubber chicken, two sets of glasses, and a thick, tattered copy of the school's discipline guidelines, with the section on hats circled in black marker. Sanada squinted, trying to read Yagyuu's cramped kanji when he saw something that looked like his name. He took great pleasure in tossing that out of the way. Yagyuu never believed him that Sanada's hat was permissible in the off hours of school. Renji's locker was impeccable, Sanada not bothering to wipe it down as it smelled strongly of cleaner already. Yukimura's was a quick clean. Steadying himself he turned to the last two lockers. Kirihara and Niou's. Those, he knew, would be the worst.
When Sanada opened Kirihara's locker he stepped out of the way. An avalanche of balls, extra racket tape, and a wall of paper slid out onto the floor. On the inside of the door pictures were taped haphazardly. Most of Kirihara and Marui, and Jackal, or some situation of the three. A few of Niou and Yagyuu. Kirihara had written on the back of the photographs, his writing practically illegible. Carefully, Sanada stacked them, placing them on the shelf of his own locker to return to the younger boy. There was also a composition book, an English workbook and an overdue library book. Compared to Kirihara's, Niou's locker was practically clean.
"Didn't you get my text, Genichiro?"
Sanada startled at the sound of Renji's voice. He turned, shook his head. "My phone's practically dead, so I just turned it off."
Renji was in the doorway, a second set of keys hanging out of his hip pocket. He too, was half in uniform. Nets were in his hands, neatly folded. "I would have been here sooner, but I wanted to get the nets down as soon as possible." The door closed behind him, Renji placing the nets on the shelf.
"Seiichi told everyone to clean them out by today." Renji's expression was calm, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"If that's their definition of clean…" Sanada muttered, tossing the rag into the bucket.
"Find anything interesting?" Renji peered into the trash can.
"Just some things that Kirihara probably wants. And that book that he was looking for. Three months ago." Sanada replied as he put the books and photos into his own bag.
"You're kind, Genichiro."
"It's hard enough on him." Sanada shrugged. "Marui and Niou are going to school in Kyoto. You and I are staying here, Seiichi's still unsure as to which school he's picking."
"It's hard on all of us." Renji had started to wipe down the walls. "Some of us are just more expressive than others." Kirihara had not only broke down at their last practice, but at the team dinner afterward, at lunch the next day, and the following days. There was pain in Renji's voice, and Sanada could see the hints of the calm slipping. He wiped his hands on his pants, and patted Renji on the back.
The contact sent shivers through his body. They were always careful not to touch at school, or in the view of anyone else. Sanada felt his breath hitch when Renji glanced back at him. His touch lingered, hand rubbing at the other boy's back. In an instant, their positions were switched, Sanada's back against the wall, dampness sinking in through the back of his jersey. He was pinned, Renji's arms braced on either side of him.
The first kiss left Sanada breathless and wanting. His lips parted at the press of Renji's tongue, his arms circling the other boy's waist, hands sliding up Renji's back. His head tipped against the wall, deepening the kiss. Renji pressed closer, one leg between Sanada's keeping him just off balance. Sanada's hands slid under Renji's shirt, nails scraping over the smooth skin at the small of Renji's back. There was a low sound, the second kiss biting and possessive. The rag fell to the floor in a sodden heap, Renji's unzipped Sanada's jersey, fingers damp and fumbling with the buttons of his school shirt.
Renji's mouth was hot and wet, kisses trailing down Sanada's neck to his chest. Teeth scraped lightly over his collar bone. Sanada worked at his belt, managing to get his pants undone. Renji batted his hand out of the way, Sanada groaning loudly, head hitting the wall when Renji's hand pushed under his boxers. Sanada panted harshly, hips rolling up to meet the gentle touch, ignoring the pinch of teeth against his skin.
"Try to keep quiet, Genichiro."
Sanada was pleased to see the color high on Renji's face, the other boy's lips swollen from his kisses. He tugged Renji in for another kiss, sounds of pleasure lost in it. Renji's grip tightened, hand moving agonizingly slow on Sanada's cock. He could feel the press of Renji's own erection against his hip, the other boy moving slowly against him, grinding as he jerked Sanada off.
"Renji…Renji…" The other boy's name was a panted mantra against Renji's mouth. Tremors ran through Sanada's body, back arching slightly, pushing desperately into the hand around his cock. He could hear the sticky-slick sounds filling the air as Renji stroked, ever patient, ever calm. Sanada felt like he was flying apart, moaning muffled by Renji's other hand. Heat spread through him, the tension in his stomach spiraling out of control, eyes clenched tight as he came, sobbing in relief against the hand that covered his mouth. Renji slumped against him, breath hot against Sanada's skin as he too came.
Sanada licked his lips, mouth dry. Renji's hand clutched at his shoulder. He watched as Renji wiped most of Sanada's come from his hand, licking the drops that clung stubbornly to his fingers. Another kiss, sweet and gentle, both breathless after it. Sanada stole another kiss, hands in Renji's hair, tasting himself and Renji in the kiss.
They parted, Sanada tucked back into his pants, Renji rummaging in his bag so he could change back into his school uniform. "Do you want to come over?" Sanada asked, attention focused on the other boy as he bent to dig around in his bag.
"I could." Renji sounded just as lazy, as sated as Sanada felt. "However, if you came over, you wouldn't have to quiet yourself." There was a small smirk, tossed over his shoulder as Renji pulled on a fresh pair of pants.
"Your place then." Sanada reached for the rag, and bucket. His legs were unsteady, mind focused on what they could do later.
"You're very predictable, Genichiro."
"Shut up, Renji." Sanada muttered dumping the dirty water down the drain. They both paused, turned and looked at the door when the handle turned. Renji crossed to the door, opened it to reveal Yukimura.
"Seiichi?" Renji sounded surprised. "You had a doctor's appointment, so Genichiro and I said we'd finish up for you."
"I made a mistake and it's tomorrow." Yukimura sounded strange, Sanada glancing at the third boy. There was a flush to Yukimura's face, a hesitation in his words, and the fact that he wouldn't look at either Renji or Sanada. He realized it seconds after Renji, and quickly looked away, busying himself with putting away the bucket.
"So you two can go. And I'll finish." Yukimura's jaw clenched. "Next time, please be absolutely certain that the door is locked. You wouldn't want Akaya to see that would you?" A sly, wicked smirk aimed at the both of them.
Pairing: Renji/Sanada.
Rating/Contains/Word count: R/Hand job/ 1,614
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Sanada goes to clean, and both he and Renji get dirty.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments.
Happy holidays to the bestie, darkelfgrl
The keys were heavy in his hand as Sanada unlocked the club room. Yukimura had slipped them to him during a passing period, saying that he wouldn't be able to help out that afternoon, citing a doctor's appointment. The rest of the team had the day off, Kirihara had passed arm in arm with Marui and Niou chattering happily about some sort of gaming network the three of them had managed to rig up. Thankfully, the clubroom was empty--someone, Sanada strongly suspected Yagyuu of all people had shown the freshmen how to break in through the coach's office; which for the most part was empty.
The smell hit him first, sweat, dirt and the overwhelming presence of teenage boy. There was also the hint of something rotting, and when Sanada jimmied Niou's locker open, something furry and green tumbled out. Grabbing a dust pan, he kicked the thing onto it, depositing it into the trash. Carefully he unbuttoned his school blazer, hanging it in his locker. His fingers brushed over the yellow, well worn jersey jacket that hung beside the blazer. He had locked the door behind him, and there wasn't anyone that would have hung around. Still, Sanada glanced around, almost guiltily before slipping the jersey on. He zipped it up, wrapped in the familiar cloth, feeling secure. Tennis, he understood, it was expected, routine. What happened next, none of them really knew. Save for Kirihara who had promised that he would not only lead Rikkai to another victory, but leave the team undefeated.
Sanada set to cleaning the club room, scrubbing down the surfaces of the lockers, a bucket full of steaming hot water and suds balanced precariously on the bench. Renji and Yukimura were supposed to help, but he hadn't seen Renji since lunch, and he wasn't going to force Yukimura to help. A small silver key provided access to all the lockers, which were supposed to be cleaned out.
Marui's locker was basically clean, a cupcake wrapper shoved in the back corner, candy wrappers tucked onto the top shelf, a few ragged tennis balls were also swept into to the trash. Sanada wiped down the interior, moved on to Jackal's locker, which was clean. Yagyuu's had a rubber chicken, two sets of glasses, and a thick, tattered copy of the school's discipline guidelines, with the section on hats circled in black marker. Sanada squinted, trying to read Yagyuu's cramped kanji when he saw something that looked like his name. He took great pleasure in tossing that out of the way. Yagyuu never believed him that Sanada's hat was permissible in the off hours of school. Renji's locker was impeccable, Sanada not bothering to wipe it down as it smelled strongly of cleaner already. Yukimura's was a quick clean. Steadying himself he turned to the last two lockers. Kirihara and Niou's. Those, he knew, would be the worst.
When Sanada opened Kirihara's locker he stepped out of the way. An avalanche of balls, extra racket tape, and a wall of paper slid out onto the floor. On the inside of the door pictures were taped haphazardly. Most of Kirihara and Marui, and Jackal, or some situation of the three. A few of Niou and Yagyuu. Kirihara had written on the back of the photographs, his writing practically illegible. Carefully, Sanada stacked them, placing them on the shelf of his own locker to return to the younger boy. There was also a composition book, an English workbook and an overdue library book. Compared to Kirihara's, Niou's locker was practically clean.
"Didn't you get my text, Genichiro?"
Sanada startled at the sound of Renji's voice. He turned, shook his head. "My phone's practically dead, so I just turned it off."
Renji was in the doorway, a second set of keys hanging out of his hip pocket. He too, was half in uniform. Nets were in his hands, neatly folded. "I would have been here sooner, but I wanted to get the nets down as soon as possible." The door closed behind him, Renji placing the nets on the shelf.
"Seiichi told everyone to clean them out by today." Renji's expression was calm, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"If that's their definition of clean…" Sanada muttered, tossing the rag into the bucket.
"Find anything interesting?" Renji peered into the trash can.
"Just some things that Kirihara probably wants. And that book that he was looking for. Three months ago." Sanada replied as he put the books and photos into his own bag.
"You're kind, Genichiro."
"It's hard enough on him." Sanada shrugged. "Marui and Niou are going to school in Kyoto. You and I are staying here, Seiichi's still unsure as to which school he's picking."
"It's hard on all of us." Renji had started to wipe down the walls. "Some of us are just more expressive than others." Kirihara had not only broke down at their last practice, but at the team dinner afterward, at lunch the next day, and the following days. There was pain in Renji's voice, and Sanada could see the hints of the calm slipping. He wiped his hands on his pants, and patted Renji on the back.
The contact sent shivers through his body. They were always careful not to touch at school, or in the view of anyone else. Sanada felt his breath hitch when Renji glanced back at him. His touch lingered, hand rubbing at the other boy's back. In an instant, their positions were switched, Sanada's back against the wall, dampness sinking in through the back of his jersey. He was pinned, Renji's arms braced on either side of him.
The first kiss left Sanada breathless and wanting. His lips parted at the press of Renji's tongue, his arms circling the other boy's waist, hands sliding up Renji's back. His head tipped against the wall, deepening the kiss. Renji pressed closer, one leg between Sanada's keeping him just off balance. Sanada's hands slid under Renji's shirt, nails scraping over the smooth skin at the small of Renji's back. There was a low sound, the second kiss biting and possessive. The rag fell to the floor in a sodden heap, Renji's unzipped Sanada's jersey, fingers damp and fumbling with the buttons of his school shirt.
Renji's mouth was hot and wet, kisses trailing down Sanada's neck to his chest. Teeth scraped lightly over his collar bone. Sanada worked at his belt, managing to get his pants undone. Renji batted his hand out of the way, Sanada groaning loudly, head hitting the wall when Renji's hand pushed under his boxers. Sanada panted harshly, hips rolling up to meet the gentle touch, ignoring the pinch of teeth against his skin.
"Try to keep quiet, Genichiro."
Sanada was pleased to see the color high on Renji's face, the other boy's lips swollen from his kisses. He tugged Renji in for another kiss, sounds of pleasure lost in it. Renji's grip tightened, hand moving agonizingly slow on Sanada's cock. He could feel the press of Renji's own erection against his hip, the other boy moving slowly against him, grinding as he jerked Sanada off.
"Renji…Renji…" The other boy's name was a panted mantra against Renji's mouth. Tremors ran through Sanada's body, back arching slightly, pushing desperately into the hand around his cock. He could hear the sticky-slick sounds filling the air as Renji stroked, ever patient, ever calm. Sanada felt like he was flying apart, moaning muffled by Renji's other hand. Heat spread through him, the tension in his stomach spiraling out of control, eyes clenched tight as he came, sobbing in relief against the hand that covered his mouth. Renji slumped against him, breath hot against Sanada's skin as he too came.
Sanada licked his lips, mouth dry. Renji's hand clutched at his shoulder. He watched as Renji wiped most of Sanada's come from his hand, licking the drops that clung stubbornly to his fingers. Another kiss, sweet and gentle, both breathless after it. Sanada stole another kiss, hands in Renji's hair, tasting himself and Renji in the kiss.
They parted, Sanada tucked back into his pants, Renji rummaging in his bag so he could change back into his school uniform. "Do you want to come over?" Sanada asked, attention focused on the other boy as he bent to dig around in his bag.
"I could." Renji sounded just as lazy, as sated as Sanada felt. "However, if you came over, you wouldn't have to quiet yourself." There was a small smirk, tossed over his shoulder as Renji pulled on a fresh pair of pants.
"Your place then." Sanada reached for the rag, and bucket. His legs were unsteady, mind focused on what they could do later.
"You're very predictable, Genichiro."
"Shut up, Renji." Sanada muttered dumping the dirty water down the drain. They both paused, turned and looked at the door when the handle turned. Renji crossed to the door, opened it to reveal Yukimura.
"Seiichi?" Renji sounded surprised. "You had a doctor's appointment, so Genichiro and I said we'd finish up for you."
"I made a mistake and it's tomorrow." Yukimura sounded strange, Sanada glancing at the third boy. There was a flush to Yukimura's face, a hesitation in his words, and the fact that he wouldn't look at either Renji or Sanada. He realized it seconds after Renji, and quickly looked away, busying himself with putting away the bucket.
"So you two can go. And I'll finish." Yukimura's jaw clenched. "Next time, please be absolutely certain that the door is locked. You wouldn't want Akaya to see that would you?" A sly, wicked smirk aimed at the both of them.