Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 038: Touch
Title: Heat
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Echizen Ryoma
Prompt: 038: Touch
Word Count: 1,030
Rating: R-sexual acts, but not graphic
Summary: Shinji, Ryoma, and some mindless passion.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 17, and Echizen is 16.
Main table can be found here
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Shinji was lonely.
It wasn’t a feeling that he had had to deal with in many years, and Shinji was ill-equipped to deal with it now. It wasn’t loneliness in the sense that he had no friends. He did-several friends, best friends.
He was lonely because they had someone…and he didn’t.
Kamio had his An-chan, Tachibana had his Fuji, Ishida had a nice girl…even Mori, the brat that he was, had someone he was madly in love with.
Shinji had…no one. He had himself, his tennis, and the voice in the back of his mind that whispered about what a loser he was. About how he had to be the only high school tennis player in the circuit that was still a virgin.
About how no one could love him.
“Ibu? What are you doing out here alone?”
Shinji looked up from his perch on the street court bleachers to see a very familiar face staring down at him. “It’s date night, Echizen. Those of us who have no dates tend to be alone.”
“I know the feeling.” Echizen took a seat next to him. “I was supposed to have a match with Momo-senpai, but he got another opportunity to work though the junior class. I don’t think he’s going to miss a single one of them.”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell Momoshiro that it’s not smart to have indiscriminate sex like that? What will happen to his tennis if he gets something, or if he gets one of those girls pregnant?” Not that Shinji really cared what happened to Momoshiro, but it was a bad example for him to be setting for Echizen, and Shinji pointed that out.
“Whatever.” Echizen shrugged. “He says he’s being careful.” Echizen’s voice showed what he thought of that. “I think he’s still compensating for losing Tachibana’s little sister.”
“Still? She’s been dating Akira for two years now.” Shinji couldn’t help but be a little shocked. “Shouldn’t Momoshiro be over it by now?”
“You would think.” Echizen shook his head. “It’s just frustrating, is all. Not like screwing every girl in his class will get the one he wants.”
Shinji nodded in understanding. “And in the meantime….”
“You see all your other friends paired off,” Ryoma continued. “And you wonder….”
“Just what’s wrong with you. Why it is that you have no one.”
“Why you’re so alone.”
Shinji and Echizen sighed in concert.
Leaning back to look up at the sky, Shinji asked, “Why are you alone, anyway? I’ve seen your fangirls. There has to be one who would be willing to sleep with you.”
Echizen shuddered. “No thank you. No need to encourage the fanatics. Whoever I want, I want them to be able to see…me, I guess.” Echizen looked away, and Shinji just knew that he was wishing for that old hat of his. “What about you? You’re hot, in your own way. No one warming your bed?”
Shinji had to try not to laugh. “No one seems to want a talker.”
“I don’t know about that.” Echizen smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a talker. You know they have to have good lung capacity for…other things.”
“I wish I had the chance to test that out. But no one seems to be interested in a first date, let alone anything else.” Shinji slumped a little.
“Do you need a date first?” The way Echizen’s eyes traveled over Shinji made him shiver and flush a little.
“I don’t know…I’m just so tired of being alone….” Shinji’s eyes met Echizen’s and held them. “I want someone to want me. To want to touch me, to want to spend time with me, to not make me feel like the perpetual third wheel-”
Echizen’s lips cut off Shinji’s words.
He had no idea how long they sat there on the bleachers, shrouded by night. He had no idea of how long his mouth remained meshed with Echizen’s, of when his hands found their way under Echizen’s shirt, of when they started losing clothing….
All Shinji knew was the feel of skin against skin, the sensation of a burning mouth claiming his own, trailing down his neck, over his chest and lower, wrapping around him….
He was a creature of pure sensation, tactile, wanting to touch and be touched. And touch he did. His hands left no part of Echizen unexplored, giving tease for tease, torment for torment. All that existed in that night was him, and Echizen….
And the heat, the scorching that surrounded him when he pushed into the smaller frame beneath him, the silk over steel in his hands as he touched, the sounds of Echizen’s moans mixed with his own creating an almost tactile blanket around them….
And the after. The wet warmth of completion, the pressure of another panting, trembling body against his own, the stars that looked so close that he could touch them, that he wasn’t sure if they were real or just the afterimages of his and Echizen’s frantic coupling.
The silence, expect for the breathing.
For something that was unplanned, unintended, there was little awkwardness afterwards. Perhaps, Shinji mused, it was a mark of the friendship that he and Echizen had developed over the years: easy, flexible, and each filling places in the other that no one else could.
Echizen stirred first. “I don’t regret it.”
“I don’t, either.” Shinji paused. “We’re still friends?”
Echizen nodded. “Nothing’s changed. Except…if you ever feel lonely again….” He blushed and looked down.
“I know who to call. Now, where did you throw my pants? Animal.”
“ME!” Echizen almost squawked. “Look what you did to my shirt!” He poked his fingers through a rip.
Shinji dismissed the tear with a snort. “It was an ugly shirt, anyway. Didn’t look good on you at all. I hope that it was an old shirt, or you’re colorblind, because otherwise it looks like your mother was dressing you, and what teenage boy is still dressed by his mother, anyway, that’s a little embarrassing….”
Echizen threw his shirt at Shinji, cutting off the muttering, and Shinji had to laugh.
The loneliness was eased for awhile, soothed by the touch of another who understood.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Echizen Ryoma
Prompt: 038: Touch
Word Count: 1,030
Rating: R-sexual acts, but not graphic
Summary: Shinji, Ryoma, and some mindless passion.
Author's Notes: Shinji is 17, and Echizen is 16.
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji was lonely.
It wasn’t a feeling that he had had to deal with in many years, and Shinji was ill-equipped to deal with it now. It wasn’t loneliness in the sense that he had no friends. He did-several friends, best friends.
He was lonely because they had someone…and he didn’t.
Kamio had his An-chan, Tachibana had his Fuji, Ishida had a nice girl…even Mori, the brat that he was, had someone he was madly in love with.
Shinji had…no one. He had himself, his tennis, and the voice in the back of his mind that whispered about what a loser he was. About how he had to be the only high school tennis player in the circuit that was still a virgin.
About how no one could love him.
“Ibu? What are you doing out here alone?”
Shinji looked up from his perch on the street court bleachers to see a very familiar face staring down at him. “It’s date night, Echizen. Those of us who have no dates tend to be alone.”
“I know the feeling.” Echizen took a seat next to him. “I was supposed to have a match with Momo-senpai, but he got another opportunity to work though the junior class. I don’t think he’s going to miss a single one of them.”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell Momoshiro that it’s not smart to have indiscriminate sex like that? What will happen to his tennis if he gets something, or if he gets one of those girls pregnant?” Not that Shinji really cared what happened to Momoshiro, but it was a bad example for him to be setting for Echizen, and Shinji pointed that out.
“Whatever.” Echizen shrugged. “He says he’s being careful.” Echizen’s voice showed what he thought of that. “I think he’s still compensating for losing Tachibana’s little sister.”
“Still? She’s been dating Akira for two years now.” Shinji couldn’t help but be a little shocked. “Shouldn’t Momoshiro be over it by now?”
“You would think.” Echizen shook his head. “It’s just frustrating, is all. Not like screwing every girl in his class will get the one he wants.”
Shinji nodded in understanding. “And in the meantime….”
“You see all your other friends paired off,” Ryoma continued. “And you wonder….”
“Just what’s wrong with you. Why it is that you have no one.”
“Why you’re so alone.”
Shinji and Echizen sighed in concert.
Leaning back to look up at the sky, Shinji asked, “Why are you alone, anyway? I’ve seen your fangirls. There has to be one who would be willing to sleep with you.”
Echizen shuddered. “No thank you. No need to encourage the fanatics. Whoever I want, I want them to be able to see…me, I guess.” Echizen looked away, and Shinji just knew that he was wishing for that old hat of his. “What about you? You’re hot, in your own way. No one warming your bed?”
Shinji had to try not to laugh. “No one seems to want a talker.”
“I don’t know about that.” Echizen smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a talker. You know they have to have good lung capacity for…other things.”
“I wish I had the chance to test that out. But no one seems to be interested in a first date, let alone anything else.” Shinji slumped a little.
“Do you need a date first?” The way Echizen’s eyes traveled over Shinji made him shiver and flush a little.
“I don’t know…I’m just so tired of being alone….” Shinji’s eyes met Echizen’s and held them. “I want someone to want me. To want to touch me, to want to spend time with me, to not make me feel like the perpetual third wheel-”
Echizen’s lips cut off Shinji’s words.
He had no idea how long they sat there on the bleachers, shrouded by night. He had no idea of how long his mouth remained meshed with Echizen’s, of when his hands found their way under Echizen’s shirt, of when they started losing clothing….
All Shinji knew was the feel of skin against skin, the sensation of a burning mouth claiming his own, trailing down his neck, over his chest and lower, wrapping around him….
He was a creature of pure sensation, tactile, wanting to touch and be touched. And touch he did. His hands left no part of Echizen unexplored, giving tease for tease, torment for torment. All that existed in that night was him, and Echizen….
And the heat, the scorching that surrounded him when he pushed into the smaller frame beneath him, the silk over steel in his hands as he touched, the sounds of Echizen’s moans mixed with his own creating an almost tactile blanket around them….
And the after. The wet warmth of completion, the pressure of another panting, trembling body against his own, the stars that looked so close that he could touch them, that he wasn’t sure if they were real or just the afterimages of his and Echizen’s frantic coupling.
The silence, expect for the breathing.
For something that was unplanned, unintended, there was little awkwardness afterwards. Perhaps, Shinji mused, it was a mark of the friendship that he and Echizen had developed over the years: easy, flexible, and each filling places in the other that no one else could.
Echizen stirred first. “I don’t regret it.”
“I don’t, either.” Shinji paused. “We’re still friends?”
Echizen nodded. “Nothing’s changed. Except…if you ever feel lonely again….” He blushed and looked down.
“I know who to call. Now, where did you throw my pants? Animal.”
“ME!” Echizen almost squawked. “Look what you did to my shirt!” He poked his fingers through a rip.
Shinji dismissed the tear with a snort. “It was an ugly shirt, anyway. Didn’t look good on you at all. I hope that it was an old shirt, or you’re colorblind, because otherwise it looks like your mother was dressing you, and what teenage boy is still dressed by his mother, anyway, that’s a little embarrassing….”
Echizen threw his shirt at Shinji, cutting off the muttering, and Shinji had to laugh.
The loneliness was eased for awhile, soothed by the touch of another who understood.
--The End--