RP Log, Ohtori and Shishido
Who: Non-silver pair
What: Ahahaha. Get drunk in Shishido's room and avoid being naughty as best they can.
When: Yesterday afternoon
Warnings: Puke, burping and UST.
Shishido took a deep breath, staring at the screen. Single, sad Ohtori, in his room on a Friday afternoon, parents gone until late. They had three hours to commiserate, talk, and get into all kinds of trouble. That...was rough. What would he do? Shishido went and got the braided necklace that Jackal had given him and looped it around his wrist like a small reminder to stay good, and then fetched his father's bottle of cognac out of the cabinet. If they only had a little it would be okay, and when people got dumped, it was the right thing to do -- offer then alcohol. Or so Shishido seemed to recall. He was angry on Ohtori's behalf, and once again contemplated lobbing a ball at what's-his-face's head.
With Kensuke and Ohtori broken up, Ohtori was now single again...it was a familiar feeling for him. The promise of companionship was nice, so Ohtori rode his bike over to Shishido's house eagerly. Ohtori stood outside of Shishido's door for a moment, hesitant before knocking. The last time he'd been here was with Kensuke, when they had played World of Warcraft together. Ohtori sighed softly at the memory, and waited outside. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, agreeing to go to Shishido-san's house --- but he knew that his parents would probably be home, and they could get distracted by something else.
Shishido opened the door, beckoning Ohtori in. "Hey." Wished he could hug Ohtori. Maybe in a little while, when they were talking about other stuff. "Come on it. Parents back in a few hours, but I stole dad's alcohol. It's in my room." Giving Ohtori a crooked smile, Shishido turned and beckoned. Ah...shit. Ohtori was tall and sweet and looked like a fluffy-haired angel, and Shishido never forgot what it felt like to touch his bare chest. Right. None of that. He gripped his necklace in his fingers.
Oh. So they were alone. In Shishido's room, and there was alcohol involved....and...Ohtori swallowed hard at the sheer possibility of something happening, just how easily it could be excused. ...But that would be terrible, to do that to Shishido-san, and Ohtori shook his head lightly of any indecent thoughts. Ohtori smiled at his friend and nodded lightly, making a soft sound of approval in the back of his throat. "Yeah? So they'll be back in a little while." Good to know. Ohtori swallowed hard and stared at his shoes. "Let's go to your room?" Ohtori promised himself that nothing would happen -- and it wouldn't. Shishido wouldn't start anything because of Jackal, and Ohtori could keep his hands off for a few hours. Difficult as it would be, if neither of them did anything, there was nothing to worry about.
Shishido felt Ohtori's words ease down his spine like a guilty sip of stolen cognac and took a deep breath. He cared about Ohtori, and he was mature enough to ignore his body. "Yeah. You poor guy. I hate that he waited until right before New Year's to tell you. Did you guys have plans?" Shishido steadied the shot glasses and poured drinks for them both, handing one to Ohtori.
"We were going somewhere on Christmas Eve." Ohtori said softly, taking the drink and eying it carefully. He rarely drank at all, save for wine or champagne at his parents' parties. But the idea of relaxing sounded nice now -- and he downed the shot of cognac quickly, the bitterness hitting his tongue and causing him to shudder at the taste, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he forced the bitter liquid down, setting the glass down where he had picked it up from.
Shishido stared at him down the drink, finding it oddly hot...perhaps how sad Ohtori was, and how much he trusted Shishido, that he'd let his guard down like that. Shishido took a deep breath and did the same, shooting it back. "Man. ...That sucks. I know you, and you probably already have his Christmas present. I say return it, the fucker doesn't deserve one. And don't be nice and give it to him anyway."
"But I ..." Ohtori frowned, thinking about how expensive the cleats he'd bought were and how much Kensuke would've liked them. Ohtori exhaled softly, not really caring about arguing, settling instead on the edge of Shishido's bed. "I guess so..." Ohtori felt the tingling warmth across his skin, liking the warmth that had settled in the pit of his stomach. "We might still get together." Unlikely, but it was always a possibility.
Shishido reeled a little from the alcohol and found that his mouth was about to spit out words that he'd probably regret. What the heck. "Ah...you know...I don't really think he's good enough for you. He'd probably have to be..." Shishido named the school valedictorian who was also the head of the swim team, "and even then, he'd have to prove to me that he wasn't a dickhead. Why is it okay to just...give up on you?"
Ohtori chuckled lightly, finally letting himself lean on Shishido's shoulder. This was nothing, just relaxing, and Shishido's skin felt nice and cool against his own. "Maybe. He was really nice though, at first." He sighed softly. "They all are, right?" Stupid guys. Ohtori wasn't sure why he dated them...girls were equally as frustrating, and Ohtori wasn't even attracted to any of them. "It's okay." He was used to it, but that was something left unsaid. "Can I have some more?" Ohtori reached for his empty glass, smiling over at his friend.
"Oh -- sorry, I ... " Was distracted. Fuck. Shishido kept where he was by an effort of will, because flinching away from the tingling heat of Ohtori's shoulder would hurt his friend's feelings. He poured out another glass for Ohtori and for himself. "Yeah. ... " Hard to know what to say. "Maybe it's where we all are. Maybe once we figure out what we're doing, and achieving, it's easier to find someone who wants what we do." ..... So what did that make the two of them, pointing in the same direction since they were both 12 and 13?
Ohtori nodded lightly, suddenly realizing what he was doing. "Aa -- I'm sorry, Shishido-san..." He whispered and wondered if he should move, reluctantly pulling away from his senpai's shoulder, taking the drink and studying it for another moment before swallowing it down in a gulp, exhaling loudly as he set the glass down again. "Maybe I just gotta find someone who ....likes the same kinda thing I do..." Like music...or tennis. Or music and tennis...really, Ohtori couldn't think of anyone that fit those, save for the crush on Hiyoshi that went hardly past a few lunch dates. And Shishido-san. Ohtori tried to shake off those thoughts. "Who knows..."
"Yeah. That almost describes me." Shishido downed his drink and settled back against Ohtori, for comfort more than anything. "Ahhhh...except I'm not good enough for you either, Chou...ta...roh." He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. "As it is, I'm a better person around you than I am normally. I try not to burp, I clean up my language. You deserve someone who's like that normally."
Ohtori settled back against the wall as well, long legs dangling over the side of the bed. "Yeah, kinda does." He let Shishido rest against him, lifting his arms and folding them behind his head. "Hm. Someone who's like that..." Ohtori chuckled lightly and glanced down at his senpai, closing his eyes contentedly. "That seems kind of...impossible." Or boring. Ohtori tugged at Shishido's ponytail lightly. "Sounds kind of boring."
Shishido felt himself pillowed against Ohtori, and found himself dizzy enough with alcohol that he felt comfortable like that, warm and embraced... "Ow," he said, chuckling, reaching to tug some of Ohtori's hair in turn. Whoa. Way too close. The room was swimming a little and Ohtori's face was a little rosy. "Hey," Shishido poked his cheek. "You turn red from booze."
"Y-yeah." Ohtori laughed softly, peering down at the other man with a grin. "Yeah, I guess I do - my dad does too." He laughed softly, pulling the rubberband from Shishido's hair, leaning over to brush Shishido's hair with his fingers. He leaned his head back on the wall again, sighing. "This is nice, Shishido-san." He pulled his legs up onto the bed, draping an arm around his friend. "You're kind of pink too."
Shishido scritched the bump in his hair where his ponytail had been. "Now I have weird hair," he grumped, trying to straighten it out. He tried to ignore the warm arm over his shoulders. Hard to. It felt good. "So...what do we do about you?" He sighed. "We're gonna be spending the next 20 years with me wanting to kick every guy's ass that dates you."
The answer seemed kind of obvious to Ohtori, but he normally had enough tact not to answer it properly. Ohtori let his head droop on Shishido's shoulder and sighed. "Dunno." He murmured, holding onto the smaller man. "S'okay. I just won't date anyone anymore." It was ...lame to date people, when it just didn't really work right. "Besides, you..." He was going to say that Jackal and Shishido might not be together for twenty years, but that would just be mean to say. "You don't HAVE to kick everyone's ass..."
The answer occurred to Shishido too and his head drooped into his palms. "Argh," he said, describing exactly how he felt about having Ohtori turn him down a year ago, only to end up single. He reached for the alcohol and measured out another shot, pouring one for Ohtori as well. Then he shot it back, feeling the cold burn ache in his veins. "I...never...want...to be a quick...fuck." For anyone. "If I break up with Joaquim," which ... He hoped not. "I'd want more than a game of tennis before we..." Perhaps he was oversharing, he blamed the alcohol. He shuddered, feeling a little sick.
Ohtori felt a little guilty at that, knowing he'd thought about it more than a million times, mulling over the situation in his head and wondering how he could've done it better, made it easier. Ohtori said nothing, just shot back the third shot with practiced ease now, not even flinching at the bitter taste. The alcohol made his skin hot and warm, and he finally withdrew away from draping over Shishido. "You okay?" He mumbled, Shishido's face looking a little paler than it had been a few moments ago.
"Uhhh..." Shishido shuddered, feeling nausea build in his gut. He stood, feeling the room spin, and tripped over Ohtori. "Shit. I need to..." Totally smooth, Shishido. At least nausea was better than the frantic desire to push Ohtori over and hump his leg. "Help."
"Shishido-san?" Ohtori paused for a second, Shishido tripping over him, hoisting up the smaller man in his arms to help him to the restroom, realizing he wasn't that feeling well. Ohtori pulled him up and walked him to the bathroom, positioning him in front of the toilet, quick to pull Shishido-san's hair behind his neck, rubbing his back with his other hand.
Shishido concentrated on his nausea, cheeks burning. "I'm sorry," he gasped, and then puked -- mostly rice and alcohol, lunch plus booze. Ohtori felt like a comforting warmth behind him, helping him through the haze -- such a soft touch. He flushed and stood and washed his face and mouth, feeling better already, if still drunk. "Sometimes," Shishido said wryly, "I wonder how I'm going to survive the next twenty years."
Ohtori still rubbed circles on his friend's back, standing behind him. "I'm sure everything will be just fine...?" He leaned over and poured a cool glass of water for Shishido. Ohtori was sobering up rather quickly, but the hazy wamth of being so near his friend was having its toll on him still. "I kinda wonder that myself too..." He murmured softly, petting Shishido's hair. "You okay now?"
Shishido leaned back into the touch, taking the water gratefully. "You...just feel good," Shishido said, frustration thick in his voice. "Always have." He remembered just how good. Remembered a bunch of other things. "Did you and...what's his name ever screw?" He asked after a sip of water.
Ohtori sighed, leaning on the counter -- if anything, Shishido's admittance of missing him, of knowing that he...missed that, maybe. That was frustrating. "Kensuke?" He let his head hang back a little, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. A few times." He leaned on Shishido just a little, the warmth comforting him. "He was really good in bed." Ohtori laughed softly, shaking his head and staring at the tile in Shishido's bathroom.
"Of course," Shishido said with a chuckle, staring at his face in the mirror. Flushed and puffy-eyed and covered in water, so very attractive. Shishido dried his face off and headed back to his room. "I'd better stop drinking for a while, but you can keep at it." He paused, mumbling, "you can trust me. I won't take advantage of you drunk." Because beyond his dick, he was Ohtori's senpai.
"Not nearly as good as you, Shishido-san." Ohtori couldn't help but add, grinning back at his friend, heading back towards Shishido's room. He sat back onto Shishidos' bed, leaning his head against the wall again. "I -- yeah, I should probably stop too, if I'm already saying things like that." He still picked up the cognac, pouring himself another shot, hoping that the alcohol would forgive him for things he wouldn't really say normally. "Besides, I might end up taking advantage of you."
Shishido felt a wicked burn in his gut and poured Ohtori another shot, handing it to him, not saying a word.
Ohtori took it, hoping it was enough to keep him from saying anything else, immediately flushing even darker than his already red face. "...Or something. I should ...stop drinking." Even as he said it, he knocked back the fourth shot, licking his lips of the bittersweet alcohol.
Shishido flopped onto his bed, not near Ohtori but not far either. "Was I good?" He asked blankly. "I hadn't done any of that before. ...Now I have." Jackal. Suddenly remided of the beads around his wrist. He brought them to his mouth and chewed on one meditatively, eyes going hazy on the fluffy white-haired guy next to him. There was still enough alcohol in his system that he felt just fine in this situation. "I've always felt like no matter what, you're kind of ... mine. My kouhai. My partner." His brow wrinkled. "Silly eh?"
"I don't really know." Ohtori laughed softly, looking at his feet off the edge of the bed. "You were kinda -- my first, kind of." Ohtori closed his eyes, his head resting on the wall as he turned towards his sempai. "So I guess it was good, in a way...I bet we'd both be a whole lot better if we'd...done it now." Ohtori rubbed the back of his neck, filters down, not quite paying attention to what he said. "I like that idea, Shishido-san..."
He did, eh. Shishido rolled onto his stomach, because his mind was now full of what it would be like for them. Ohtori with skill in his fingers already from the bow, touching him with all the knowledge they had of years of tennis together. Hard. "Shit," Shishido gritted out, bringing the bracelet into his vision to staaaare at it. No breaking Jackal's heart. ...No breaking... "I..." am hard. Very hard.
Ohtori bit his lip, eyes glancing away, trying to stop hitting on his unfortunately taken sempai. Even if it was easy to remember that Jackal was far~ far away, and that Ohtori was right here, and so was Shishido-san.... Ohtori licked his lips, finally leaning in close to his friend, leaning on his elbows. "You're not sick again, are you?" He lightly trailed his fingertips over the other boy's spine.
"Horny," Shishido said honestly, smiling blearily at Ohtori. "If I...weren't someone else's, I'd be asking you to...show me how much you've learned." His back arched, eyes closing for a minute to feel the touch.
Ohtori bit his lip hard and dropped down next to his tennis partner, his fingers lingering there for just a second before backing away. "Sorry. I...er. Didn't mean to." Except...that...seemed like a great idea, as did helping Shishido relieve the frustration that Ohtori had just caused him. "Should I ...leave?" He paused for a second. "You know, the room?"
It was probably time for that, wasn't it. Shishido squirmed against the bed, finally sighing and sitting up. It wasn't like Ohtori hadn't seen him hard before. "...Yeah, or I won't be as good a senpai to you as you deserve." He touched Ohtori's soft hair, just once.
It seemed incredibly easy to just lean over and push Shishido to the bed and help him out that way, but Ohtori fought off the images of Shishido underneath him, images that had --- well, it had happened just a year ago, now, hadn't it? Ohtori shook his head of the thoughts, but his tongue was loosened with alcohol. "I could help you with it, if you - nah, never mind. Let me know when you're done." He quickly stumbled over the edge of the bed, heading to the door, quick to get out of the situation. Ohtori headed off to the bathroom instead, having problems with his own frustration at the moment. ...This way, they wouldn't do anything that would hurt Shishido-san.
Shishido decided against masturbating. Instead, he watched Ohtori leave and poured himself a tiny bit more alcohol, sipping at it to the edge of nausea, feeling dizziness sweep over him. It would be really, really good if he could pass out right about now, he thought hazily, so that he couldn't think of the hotness of Ohtori's hand on his own...rubbing it and...Shishido fought to keep his stomach and downed the shot. Ahhh...there it went. The room spun and he flopped back on his bed. "Sorry...Choutaroh," he sighed, and felt himself slip into a hazy half-sleep.
Ohtori finished quickly, deciding it best to leave instead of return back to the continuing frustration of being so close to Shishido, in the same room, texting his partner that he was going home...his mom was expecting him around this time anyway, and he had to find some way to mask the alcohol on his breath and convince them he hadn't been doing anything with anyone. Everything was easier this way.
What: Ahahaha. Get drunk in Shishido's room and avoid being naughty as best they can.
When: Yesterday afternoon
Warnings: Puke, burping and UST.
Shishido took a deep breath, staring at the screen. Single, sad Ohtori, in his room on a Friday afternoon, parents gone until late. They had three hours to commiserate, talk, and get into all kinds of trouble. That...was rough. What would he do? Shishido went and got the braided necklace that Jackal had given him and looped it around his wrist like a small reminder to stay good, and then fetched his father's bottle of cognac out of the cabinet. If they only had a little it would be okay, and when people got dumped, it was the right thing to do -- offer then alcohol. Or so Shishido seemed to recall. He was angry on Ohtori's behalf, and once again contemplated lobbing a ball at what's-his-face's head.
With Kensuke and Ohtori broken up, Ohtori was now single again...it was a familiar feeling for him. The promise of companionship was nice, so Ohtori rode his bike over to Shishido's house eagerly. Ohtori stood outside of Shishido's door for a moment, hesitant before knocking. The last time he'd been here was with Kensuke, when they had played World of Warcraft together. Ohtori sighed softly at the memory, and waited outside. Maybe it wasn't a good idea, agreeing to go to Shishido-san's house --- but he knew that his parents would probably be home, and they could get distracted by something else.
Shishido opened the door, beckoning Ohtori in. "Hey." Wished he could hug Ohtori. Maybe in a little while, when they were talking about other stuff. "Come on it. Parents back in a few hours, but I stole dad's alcohol. It's in my room." Giving Ohtori a crooked smile, Shishido turned and beckoned. Ah...shit. Ohtori was tall and sweet and looked like a fluffy-haired angel, and Shishido never forgot what it felt like to touch his bare chest. Right. None of that. He gripped his necklace in his fingers.
Oh. So they were alone. In Shishido's room, and there was alcohol involved....and...Ohtori swallowed hard at the sheer possibility of something happening, just how easily it could be excused. ...But that would be terrible, to do that to Shishido-san, and Ohtori shook his head lightly of any indecent thoughts. Ohtori smiled at his friend and nodded lightly, making a soft sound of approval in the back of his throat. "Yeah? So they'll be back in a little while." Good to know. Ohtori swallowed hard and stared at his shoes. "Let's go to your room?" Ohtori promised himself that nothing would happen -- and it wouldn't. Shishido wouldn't start anything because of Jackal, and Ohtori could keep his hands off for a few hours. Difficult as it would be, if neither of them did anything, there was nothing to worry about.
Shishido felt Ohtori's words ease down his spine like a guilty sip of stolen cognac and took a deep breath. He cared about Ohtori, and he was mature enough to ignore his body. "Yeah. You poor guy. I hate that he waited until right before New Year's to tell you. Did you guys have plans?" Shishido steadied the shot glasses and poured drinks for them both, handing one to Ohtori.
"We were going somewhere on Christmas Eve." Ohtori said softly, taking the drink and eying it carefully. He rarely drank at all, save for wine or champagne at his parents' parties. But the idea of relaxing sounded nice now -- and he downed the shot of cognac quickly, the bitterness hitting his tongue and causing him to shudder at the taste, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he forced the bitter liquid down, setting the glass down where he had picked it up from.
Shishido stared at him down the drink, finding it oddly hot...perhaps how sad Ohtori was, and how much he trusted Shishido, that he'd let his guard down like that. Shishido took a deep breath and did the same, shooting it back. "Man. ...That sucks. I know you, and you probably already have his Christmas present. I say return it, the fucker doesn't deserve one. And don't be nice and give it to him anyway."
"But I ..." Ohtori frowned, thinking about how expensive the cleats he'd bought were and how much Kensuke would've liked them. Ohtori exhaled softly, not really caring about arguing, settling instead on the edge of Shishido's bed. "I guess so..." Ohtori felt the tingling warmth across his skin, liking the warmth that had settled in the pit of his stomach. "We might still get together." Unlikely, but it was always a possibility.
Shishido reeled a little from the alcohol and found that his mouth was about to spit out words that he'd probably regret. What the heck. "Ah...you know...I don't really think he's good enough for you. He'd probably have to be..." Shishido named the school valedictorian who was also the head of the swim team, "and even then, he'd have to prove to me that he wasn't a dickhead. Why is it okay to just...give up on you?"
Ohtori chuckled lightly, finally letting himself lean on Shishido's shoulder. This was nothing, just relaxing, and Shishido's skin felt nice and cool against his own. "Maybe. He was really nice though, at first." He sighed softly. "They all are, right?" Stupid guys. Ohtori wasn't sure why he dated them...girls were equally as frustrating, and Ohtori wasn't even attracted to any of them. "It's okay." He was used to it, but that was something left unsaid. "Can I have some more?" Ohtori reached for his empty glass, smiling over at his friend.
"Oh -- sorry, I ... " Was distracted. Fuck. Shishido kept where he was by an effort of will, because flinching away from the tingling heat of Ohtori's shoulder would hurt his friend's feelings. He poured out another glass for Ohtori and for himself. "Yeah. ... " Hard to know what to say. "Maybe it's where we all are. Maybe once we figure out what we're doing, and achieving, it's easier to find someone who wants what we do." ..... So what did that make the two of them, pointing in the same direction since they were both 12 and 13?
Ohtori nodded lightly, suddenly realizing what he was doing. "Aa -- I'm sorry, Shishido-san..." He whispered and wondered if he should move, reluctantly pulling away from his senpai's shoulder, taking the drink and studying it for another moment before swallowing it down in a gulp, exhaling loudly as he set the glass down again. "Maybe I just gotta find someone who ....likes the same kinda thing I do..." Like music...or tennis. Or music and tennis...really, Ohtori couldn't think of anyone that fit those, save for the crush on Hiyoshi that went hardly past a few lunch dates. And Shishido-san. Ohtori tried to shake off those thoughts. "Who knows..."
"Yeah. That almost describes me." Shishido downed his drink and settled back against Ohtori, for comfort more than anything. "Ahhhh...except I'm not good enough for you either, Chou...ta...roh." He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. "As it is, I'm a better person around you than I am normally. I try not to burp, I clean up my language. You deserve someone who's like that normally."
Ohtori settled back against the wall as well, long legs dangling over the side of the bed. "Yeah, kinda does." He let Shishido rest against him, lifting his arms and folding them behind his head. "Hm. Someone who's like that..." Ohtori chuckled lightly and glanced down at his senpai, closing his eyes contentedly. "That seems kind of...impossible." Or boring. Ohtori tugged at Shishido's ponytail lightly. "Sounds kind of boring."
Shishido felt himself pillowed against Ohtori, and found himself dizzy enough with alcohol that he felt comfortable like that, warm and embraced... "Ow," he said, chuckling, reaching to tug some of Ohtori's hair in turn. Whoa. Way too close. The room was swimming a little and Ohtori's face was a little rosy. "Hey," Shishido poked his cheek. "You turn red from booze."
"Y-yeah." Ohtori laughed softly, peering down at the other man with a grin. "Yeah, I guess I do - my dad does too." He laughed softly, pulling the rubberband from Shishido's hair, leaning over to brush Shishido's hair with his fingers. He leaned his head back on the wall again, sighing. "This is nice, Shishido-san." He pulled his legs up onto the bed, draping an arm around his friend. "You're kind of pink too."
Shishido scritched the bump in his hair where his ponytail had been. "Now I have weird hair," he grumped, trying to straighten it out. He tried to ignore the warm arm over his shoulders. Hard to. It felt good. "So...what do we do about you?" He sighed. "We're gonna be spending the next 20 years with me wanting to kick every guy's ass that dates you."
The answer seemed kind of obvious to Ohtori, but he normally had enough tact not to answer it properly. Ohtori let his head droop on Shishido's shoulder and sighed. "Dunno." He murmured, holding onto the smaller man. "S'okay. I just won't date anyone anymore." It was ...lame to date people, when it just didn't really work right. "Besides, you..." He was going to say that Jackal and Shishido might not be together for twenty years, but that would just be mean to say. "You don't HAVE to kick everyone's ass..."
The answer occurred to Shishido too and his head drooped into his palms. "Argh," he said, describing exactly how he felt about having Ohtori turn him down a year ago, only to end up single. He reached for the alcohol and measured out another shot, pouring one for Ohtori as well. Then he shot it back, feeling the cold burn ache in his veins. "I...never...want...to be a quick...fuck." For anyone. "If I break up with Joaquim," which ... He hoped not. "I'd want more than a game of tennis before we..." Perhaps he was oversharing, he blamed the alcohol. He shuddered, feeling a little sick.
Ohtori felt a little guilty at that, knowing he'd thought about it more than a million times, mulling over the situation in his head and wondering how he could've done it better, made it easier. Ohtori said nothing, just shot back the third shot with practiced ease now, not even flinching at the bitter taste. The alcohol made his skin hot and warm, and he finally withdrew away from draping over Shishido. "You okay?" He mumbled, Shishido's face looking a little paler than it had been a few moments ago.
"Uhhh..." Shishido shuddered, feeling nausea build in his gut. He stood, feeling the room spin, and tripped over Ohtori. "Shit. I need to..." Totally smooth, Shishido. At least nausea was better than the frantic desire to push Ohtori over and hump his leg. "Help."
"Shishido-san?" Ohtori paused for a second, Shishido tripping over him, hoisting up the smaller man in his arms to help him to the restroom, realizing he wasn't that feeling well. Ohtori pulled him up and walked him to the bathroom, positioning him in front of the toilet, quick to pull Shishido-san's hair behind his neck, rubbing his back with his other hand.
Shishido concentrated on his nausea, cheeks burning. "I'm sorry," he gasped, and then puked -- mostly rice and alcohol, lunch plus booze. Ohtori felt like a comforting warmth behind him, helping him through the haze -- such a soft touch. He flushed and stood and washed his face and mouth, feeling better already, if still drunk. "Sometimes," Shishido said wryly, "I wonder how I'm going to survive the next twenty years."
Ohtori still rubbed circles on his friend's back, standing behind him. "I'm sure everything will be just fine...?" He leaned over and poured a cool glass of water for Shishido. Ohtori was sobering up rather quickly, but the hazy wamth of being so near his friend was having its toll on him still. "I kinda wonder that myself too..." He murmured softly, petting Shishido's hair. "You okay now?"
Shishido leaned back into the touch, taking the water gratefully. "You...just feel good," Shishido said, frustration thick in his voice. "Always have." He remembered just how good. Remembered a bunch of other things. "Did you and...what's his name ever screw?" He asked after a sip of water.
Ohtori sighed, leaning on the counter -- if anything, Shishido's admittance of missing him, of knowing that he...missed that, maybe. That was frustrating. "Kensuke?" He let his head hang back a little, looking up at the ceiling. "Yeah. A few times." He leaned on Shishido just a little, the warmth comforting him. "He was really good in bed." Ohtori laughed softly, shaking his head and staring at the tile in Shishido's bathroom.
"Of course," Shishido said with a chuckle, staring at his face in the mirror. Flushed and puffy-eyed and covered in water, so very attractive. Shishido dried his face off and headed back to his room. "I'd better stop drinking for a while, but you can keep at it." He paused, mumbling, "you can trust me. I won't take advantage of you drunk." Because beyond his dick, he was Ohtori's senpai.
"Not nearly as good as you, Shishido-san." Ohtori couldn't help but add, grinning back at his friend, heading back towards Shishido's room. He sat back onto Shishidos' bed, leaning his head against the wall again. "I -- yeah, I should probably stop too, if I'm already saying things like that." He still picked up the cognac, pouring himself another shot, hoping that the alcohol would forgive him for things he wouldn't really say normally. "Besides, I might end up taking advantage of you."
Shishido felt a wicked burn in his gut and poured Ohtori another shot, handing it to him, not saying a word.
Ohtori took it, hoping it was enough to keep him from saying anything else, immediately flushing even darker than his already red face. "...Or something. I should ...stop drinking." Even as he said it, he knocked back the fourth shot, licking his lips of the bittersweet alcohol.
Shishido flopped onto his bed, not near Ohtori but not far either. "Was I good?" He asked blankly. "I hadn't done any of that before. ...Now I have." Jackal. Suddenly remided of the beads around his wrist. He brought them to his mouth and chewed on one meditatively, eyes going hazy on the fluffy white-haired guy next to him. There was still enough alcohol in his system that he felt just fine in this situation. "I've always felt like no matter what, you're kind of ... mine. My kouhai. My partner." His brow wrinkled. "Silly eh?"
"I don't really know." Ohtori laughed softly, looking at his feet off the edge of the bed. "You were kinda -- my first, kind of." Ohtori closed his eyes, his head resting on the wall as he turned towards his sempai. "So I guess it was good, in a way...I bet we'd both be a whole lot better if we'd...done it now." Ohtori rubbed the back of his neck, filters down, not quite paying attention to what he said. "I like that idea, Shishido-san..."
He did, eh. Shishido rolled onto his stomach, because his mind was now full of what it would be like for them. Ohtori with skill in his fingers already from the bow, touching him with all the knowledge they had of years of tennis together. Hard. "Shit," Shishido gritted out, bringing the bracelet into his vision to staaaare at it. No breaking Jackal's heart. ...No breaking... "I..." am hard. Very hard.
Ohtori bit his lip, eyes glancing away, trying to stop hitting on his unfortunately taken sempai. Even if it was easy to remember that Jackal was far~ far away, and that Ohtori was right here, and so was Shishido-san.... Ohtori licked his lips, finally leaning in close to his friend, leaning on his elbows. "You're not sick again, are you?" He lightly trailed his fingertips over the other boy's spine.
"Horny," Shishido said honestly, smiling blearily at Ohtori. "If I...weren't someone else's, I'd be asking you to...show me how much you've learned." His back arched, eyes closing for a minute to feel the touch.
Ohtori bit his lip hard and dropped down next to his tennis partner, his fingers lingering there for just a second before backing away. "Sorry. I...er. Didn't mean to." Except...that...seemed like a great idea, as did helping Shishido relieve the frustration that Ohtori had just caused him. "Should I ...leave?" He paused for a second. "You know, the room?"
It was probably time for that, wasn't it. Shishido squirmed against the bed, finally sighing and sitting up. It wasn't like Ohtori hadn't seen him hard before. "...Yeah, or I won't be as good a senpai to you as you deserve." He touched Ohtori's soft hair, just once.
It seemed incredibly easy to just lean over and push Shishido to the bed and help him out that way, but Ohtori fought off the images of Shishido underneath him, images that had --- well, it had happened just a year ago, now, hadn't it? Ohtori shook his head of the thoughts, but his tongue was loosened with alcohol. "I could help you with it, if you - nah, never mind. Let me know when you're done." He quickly stumbled over the edge of the bed, heading to the door, quick to get out of the situation. Ohtori headed off to the bathroom instead, having problems with his own frustration at the moment. ...This way, they wouldn't do anything that would hurt Shishido-san.
Shishido decided against masturbating. Instead, he watched Ohtori leave and poured himself a tiny bit more alcohol, sipping at it to the edge of nausea, feeling dizziness sweep over him. It would be really, really good if he could pass out right about now, he thought hazily, so that he couldn't think of the hotness of Ohtori's hand on his own...rubbing it and...Shishido fought to keep his stomach and downed the shot. Ahhh...there it went. The room spun and he flopped back on his bed. "Sorry...Choutaroh," he sighed, and felt himself slip into a hazy half-sleep.
Ohtori finished quickly, deciding it best to leave instead of return back to the continuing frustration of being so close to Shishido, in the same room, texting his partner that he was going home...his mom was expecting him around this time anyway, and he had to find some way to mask the alcohol on his breath and convince them he hadn't been doing anything with anyone. Everything was easier this way.