Bathtime (AtoRyo)
Bathtime
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtoRyo
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi and all it’s other rights holders.
Summary: Atobe loves it when Ryoma comes over to play.
Wordcount: 1136
Notes: Written for Royal_pair’s April 2008 challenge: Baths.
Note: So, to off-set the angst of the last ficlet (which can only be found on ff.net or the drabble meme at this time), I bring you pure, unadulterated sexual tension and lemony goodness. Also, naked boys in a tub, which is always a sure-fire way to good times. :)
Not beta’d because I ran out of time. If you find any mistakes let me know.
Also, forgive me. This is the reason I never try to write smut. I’m so bad at anything beyond the lead up. Unfortunately my muse simply refused to listen and decided it wanted more fun in the tub than I had originally planned for to occur. 1000 words more in fact. So, uh, I promise the next fic will be better... and actually have some plot… maybe. ^_^;
xxx
Ryoma relaxed against the large bathtub, letting the soothing water loosen his tense muscles.
Playing tennis against Atobe was always taxing on his body. Still, he was satisfied with today’s results. Competing on the courts against Atobe was a wonderful way to relieve the stress of his every day life. He could lose himself in the game and not worry about the consequences.
Ryoma ducked further into the water, wetting his hair. He had to give Atobe credit. The man knew how to live. He stretched out his legs, luxuriating in a tub that was larger than any normal person needed. It could comfortably fit two fully-grown men (maybe three if you didn’t mind some squishing to occur).
He heard the sound of the door sliding open and blinked his eyes, scrubbing away the water that had entered them.
Atobe stood leaning against the doorjamb in nothing but a towel. A rather inadequate towel compared to the large fluffy ones that were hanging on a rack by the tub. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Ryoma wasn’t sure he liked the stupid-looking grin stretched across Atobe’s handsome features. Ryoma eyed him suspiciously.
“Lose the way in your own mansion? That’s pretty sad, Keigo.”
“Oh, I’m not lost at all. I thought I’d join you for a bit and play the accommodating host.” Atobe said, his grin widening even further.
“You? Accomodating. I bet.” Ryoma snorted, and muttered under his breath. He didn’t protest when Atobe approached the tub. He eyed the flimsy towel tied around his hips and flushed a dull red when Atobe unfastened the knot and let it drop.
The towel fell to the tile floor nearly silent in the large room. Ryoma tensed slightly. It may not have been the first time he’d seen the man naked, but Atobe had a way of making him feel uneasy in his own skin. Still, he didn’t back down from the challenge or lust that filled the older man’s eyes.
“You’re utterly shameless.” He stated, glancing away.
Atobe simply smirked, not bothering to deny the observation. He gently gripped Ryoma’s chin and forced the younger man to face him. His face was so close that their lips were only a small distance apart. Ryoma didn’t want to admit that his heart had begun to race within his chest. He met Atobe’s stare defiantly, daring the other man to make the first move.
Ryoma blinked when Atobe suddenly pulled back away from him rather than bringing their lips together. Not that he was disappointed, or anything.
“Move forward,” Atobe commanded, lightly pushing Ryoma forward by leaning compellingly against his back and shoulders.
Ryoma’s eye twitched and he shrugged Atobe’s hold on him off. It was harder than he’d expected in the close confines of the tub. He did slide forward to the tub’s center, but it definitely wasn’t because Atobe had told him too.
He ignored the splashing of water as a body joined him. It was much more difficult to ignore the hot, wet and thoroughly naked skin that was suddenly pressed against his own.
Ryoma jolted when he felt bare hands rubbing against his skin. The feel of those large hands with the calluses gained from years of playing intense tennis matches, making a path across his own smooth skin had him shivering.
He lolled his head back and groaned. His body was still tense, but those knowing hands easily found and eased the knots of tension. It didn’t help any that Atobe was well aware of Ryoma’s erogenous zones and had a habit of focusing on them in between massaging Ryoma’s skin.
Ryoma couldn’t help the sounds that escaped his lips as yet another knot left him, and his limbs grew lax and pliable. He wasn’t sure if he loved this or hated being so vulnerable.
Despite the small bit of uncertainty Ryoma felt, he leaned back against Atobe, fully relaxed and not really caring what the other man was up to, so long as he didn’t stop.
“You know, Ryoma. I think I prefer you like this.”
Ryoma huffed, “You would. Besides, I prefer you with your mouth shut.” He jumped a little when he felt Atobe’s hands ghost over his flesh and suddenly tweak his nipples.
Scowling, Ryoma pinched the closest bit of flesh he could reach in retaliation. He glared despite the fact Atobe wouldn’t be able to see it.
Atobe just chuckled lightly, stroking his hands along Ryoma’s sides in a calming motion before slipping his hands beneath the water, making a path towards Ryoma’s obvious arousal.
Ryoma gasped at the contact, his body shivering as Atobe worked him hard and fast. Just the way he liked it. The sounds of his panting seemed to echo against the tile walls. He was vaguely aware of the water churning roughly around them, their movements stirring it up. Ryoma’s fists clenched, unable to find something with which to grip and steady himself with. He was drowning in sensation and never wanted it to end.
Giving up on finding any kind of support from the tub’s edge, Ryoma gripped onto Atobe’s thighs, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Atobe’s thighs. Atobe winced, but didn’t voice a complaint, nor did he stop his ministrations.
Ryoma could feel Atobe’s arousal, thick and hard, against his back, but he was too distracted to do more than push back against it as his body jerked against Atobe’s. Apparently he did something right, since Atobe suddenly gripped him tighter, pulling him even closer in the process.
Ryoma cried out his release, falling limp in Atobe’s strong arms, as his strength left him. Atobe cradled him for what seemed an eternity, ignoring his own arousal and not pushing Ryoma any further. In fact it seemed he would go so far as to ignore the fact that his own passion hadn’t been spent. He simply let the other boy lean against his chest and catch his breath.
It didn’t take long for Ryoma to recover, and when he did, he pushed forward. Atobe let go of him reluctantly, expecting Ryoma to exit the tub. Instead, Ryoma turned around, an impish grin in his face as he resituated himself atop Atobe’s lap. Surprised, Atobe didn’t have a chance to react before soft lips were covering his own and a small callused hand made short work of his arousal. It was Atobe’s turn to melt. He pulled Ryoma against him, not caring the water was splashing and spilling over the side of the tub. He had much more important things on his mind, after all. Such as a sexy, wet, and very grateful guest thanking him in a most delightful manner.
He did so love it when Ryoma came over to play. Tennis was only the half of it.
The End.
xxx
I’m… so embarrassed. Just remember, I warned you.
I think some sentences were worded a bit awkwardly and I know the ending was a bit rushed, so let me know if you had trouble anywhere. I had really hoped to get it looked at before subjecting you to it, but as usual, time was against me. ^^;
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: AtoRyo
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi and all it’s other rights holders.
Summary: Atobe loves it when Ryoma comes over to play.
Wordcount: 1136
Notes: Written for Royal_pair’s April 2008 challenge: Baths.
Note: So, to off-set the angst of the last ficlet (which can only be found on ff.net or the drabble meme at this time), I bring you pure, unadulterated sexual tension and lemony goodness. Also, naked boys in a tub, which is always a sure-fire way to good times. :)
Not beta’d because I ran out of time. If you find any mistakes let me know.
Also, forgive me. This is the reason I never try to write smut. I’m so bad at anything beyond the lead up. Unfortunately my muse simply refused to listen and decided it wanted more fun in the tub than I had originally planned for to occur. 1000 words more in fact. So, uh, I promise the next fic will be better... and actually have some plot… maybe. ^_^;
xxx
Ryoma relaxed against the large bathtub, letting the soothing water loosen his tense muscles.
Playing tennis against Atobe was always taxing on his body. Still, he was satisfied with today’s results. Competing on the courts against Atobe was a wonderful way to relieve the stress of his every day life. He could lose himself in the game and not worry about the consequences.
Ryoma ducked further into the water, wetting his hair. He had to give Atobe credit. The man knew how to live. He stretched out his legs, luxuriating in a tub that was larger than any normal person needed. It could comfortably fit two fully-grown men (maybe three if you didn’t mind some squishing to occur).
He heard the sound of the door sliding open and blinked his eyes, scrubbing away the water that had entered them.
Atobe stood leaning against the doorjamb in nothing but a towel. A rather inadequate towel compared to the large fluffy ones that were hanging on a rack by the tub. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Ryoma wasn’t sure he liked the stupid-looking grin stretched across Atobe’s handsome features. Ryoma eyed him suspiciously.
“Lose the way in your own mansion? That’s pretty sad, Keigo.”
“Oh, I’m not lost at all. I thought I’d join you for a bit and play the accommodating host.” Atobe said, his grin widening even further.
“You? Accomodating. I bet.” Ryoma snorted, and muttered under his breath. He didn’t protest when Atobe approached the tub. He eyed the flimsy towel tied around his hips and flushed a dull red when Atobe unfastened the knot and let it drop.
The towel fell to the tile floor nearly silent in the large room. Ryoma tensed slightly. It may not have been the first time he’d seen the man naked, but Atobe had a way of making him feel uneasy in his own skin. Still, he didn’t back down from the challenge or lust that filled the older man’s eyes.
“You’re utterly shameless.” He stated, glancing away.
Atobe simply smirked, not bothering to deny the observation. He gently gripped Ryoma’s chin and forced the younger man to face him. His face was so close that their lips were only a small distance apart. Ryoma didn’t want to admit that his heart had begun to race within his chest. He met Atobe’s stare defiantly, daring the other man to make the first move.
Ryoma blinked when Atobe suddenly pulled back away from him rather than bringing their lips together. Not that he was disappointed, or anything.
“Move forward,” Atobe commanded, lightly pushing Ryoma forward by leaning compellingly against his back and shoulders.
Ryoma’s eye twitched and he shrugged Atobe’s hold on him off. It was harder than he’d expected in the close confines of the tub. He did slide forward to the tub’s center, but it definitely wasn’t because Atobe had told him too.
He ignored the splashing of water as a body joined him. It was much more difficult to ignore the hot, wet and thoroughly naked skin that was suddenly pressed against his own.
Ryoma jolted when he felt bare hands rubbing against his skin. The feel of those large hands with the calluses gained from years of playing intense tennis matches, making a path across his own smooth skin had him shivering.
He lolled his head back and groaned. His body was still tense, but those knowing hands easily found and eased the knots of tension. It didn’t help any that Atobe was well aware of Ryoma’s erogenous zones and had a habit of focusing on them in between massaging Ryoma’s skin.
Ryoma couldn’t help the sounds that escaped his lips as yet another knot left him, and his limbs grew lax and pliable. He wasn’t sure if he loved this or hated being so vulnerable.
Despite the small bit of uncertainty Ryoma felt, he leaned back against Atobe, fully relaxed and not really caring what the other man was up to, so long as he didn’t stop.
“You know, Ryoma. I think I prefer you like this.”
Ryoma huffed, “You would. Besides, I prefer you with your mouth shut.” He jumped a little when he felt Atobe’s hands ghost over his flesh and suddenly tweak his nipples.
Scowling, Ryoma pinched the closest bit of flesh he could reach in retaliation. He glared despite the fact Atobe wouldn’t be able to see it.
Atobe just chuckled lightly, stroking his hands along Ryoma’s sides in a calming motion before slipping his hands beneath the water, making a path towards Ryoma’s obvious arousal.
Ryoma gasped at the contact, his body shivering as Atobe worked him hard and fast. Just the way he liked it. The sounds of his panting seemed to echo against the tile walls. He was vaguely aware of the water churning roughly around them, their movements stirring it up. Ryoma’s fists clenched, unable to find something with which to grip and steady himself with. He was drowning in sensation and never wanted it to end.
Giving up on finding any kind of support from the tub’s edge, Ryoma gripped onto Atobe’s thighs, his fingers digging into the soft skin of Atobe’s thighs. Atobe winced, but didn’t voice a complaint, nor did he stop his ministrations.
Ryoma could feel Atobe’s arousal, thick and hard, against his back, but he was too distracted to do more than push back against it as his body jerked against Atobe’s. Apparently he did something right, since Atobe suddenly gripped him tighter, pulling him even closer in the process.
Ryoma cried out his release, falling limp in Atobe’s strong arms, as his strength left him. Atobe cradled him for what seemed an eternity, ignoring his own arousal and not pushing Ryoma any further. In fact it seemed he would go so far as to ignore the fact that his own passion hadn’t been spent. He simply let the other boy lean against his chest and catch his breath.
It didn’t take long for Ryoma to recover, and when he did, he pushed forward. Atobe let go of him reluctantly, expecting Ryoma to exit the tub. Instead, Ryoma turned around, an impish grin in his face as he resituated himself atop Atobe’s lap. Surprised, Atobe didn’t have a chance to react before soft lips were covering his own and a small callused hand made short work of his arousal. It was Atobe’s turn to melt. He pulled Ryoma against him, not caring the water was splashing and spilling over the side of the tub. He had much more important things on his mind, after all. Such as a sexy, wet, and very grateful guest thanking him in a most delightful manner.
He did so love it when Ryoma came over to play. Tennis was only the half of it.
The End.
xxx
I’m… so embarrassed. Just remember, I warned you.
I think some sentences were worded a bit awkwardly and I know the ending was a bit rushed, so let me know if you had trouble anywhere. I had really hoped to get it looked at before subjecting you to it, but as usual, time was against me. ^^;