Prince of Tennis: Distraction
Title: Distraction
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Fuji/Kirihara
Genre: Humor, Romance, Gen.
Word Count: 197
Notes: Artwork is by elledupomme over at Deviantart! Part of my Picture Prompts series. ^^
"Look," Kirihara says around the pencil in his mouth, utterly irritated. "I'm trying to study! I have a test to pass! Fuck off!"
Fuji just hums and smiles and leans over Kirihara a little further, the fingers of his right hand creeping slowly up Akaya's back.
Akaya twitches. He'd come out here to get some damn peace while he was studying, and now what? More trouble. What the hell's Fuji's problem? Jeez, just because he can get away with passing all his classes without studying doesn't mean that every --
Suddenly, there are fingers brushing that spot just beneath his ribs, and Akaya jerks violently, biting clean through the eraser of the pencil and nearly ripping a page out of his book. He spits the eraser out of his mouth, slams the book shut, and turns on Fuji.
"What the fuck is your goddamn proble -- "
Fuji kisses him. Lightly, then harder, then lightly again before drawing back and smiling that smile he knows that Akaya hates.
Akaya stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowed and lips pressed tightly together.
"You're a real bastard, you know that?" he says accusingly after a while.
Fuji laughs.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Fuji/Kirihara
Genre: Humor, Romance, Gen.
Word Count: 197
Notes: Artwork is by elledupomme over at Deviantart! Part of my Picture Prompts series. ^^
"Look," Kirihara says around the pencil in his mouth, utterly irritated. "I'm trying to study! I have a test to pass! Fuck off!"
Fuji just hums and smiles and leans over Kirihara a little further, the fingers of his right hand creeping slowly up Akaya's back.
Akaya twitches. He'd come out here to get some damn peace while he was studying, and now what? More trouble. What the hell's Fuji's problem? Jeez, just because he can get away with passing all his classes without studying doesn't mean that every --
Suddenly, there are fingers brushing that spot just beneath his ribs, and Akaya jerks violently, biting clean through the eraser of the pencil and nearly ripping a page out of his book. He spits the eraser out of his mouth, slams the book shut, and turns on Fuji.
"What the fuck is your goddamn proble -- "
Fuji kisses him. Lightly, then harder, then lightly again before drawing back and smiling that smile he knows that Akaya hates.
Akaya stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowed and lips pressed tightly together.
"You're a real bastard, you know that?" he says accusingly after a while.
Fuji laughs.