[Fic] If You Don't Go
Title: If You Don't Go
Author: Emi-san
Rating: Eh, R? *sucks at ratings*
Warnings: Almost-smut. Managed to duck writing the actual porn at the end. :D;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis (although don't we all wish we did? *sigh*)
Notes: Written for the second challenge at fujicestfest.
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Syuusuke took a quick gasp of air. He had lost his breath for a while, after his little brother had hugged him so strongly, so unexpectedly, from behind. Even though Yuuta had only surpassed his brother when it came to their heights recently, Syuusuke could clearly notice the difference when they were standing as close as they did now. For a moment, he just felt like falling in into those familiar arms and chest.
Neither of them said a thing. Syuusuke couldn't look at Yuuta, so he looked at the ingredients before him instead. He had come home especially early that day to make Yuuta a cake, since the latter was coming over for the weekend for once. Syuusuke wanted to do it the night before, but then he wasn't able to remain one single second alone in the kitchen, since his mother and sister had been running rampant trying to bake what just they knew was Yuuta favourite cake or pie. Syuusuke smiled a little at the memory. They knew nothing. Noone knew Yuuta as well as himself, since as his brother, Syuusuke had several privileges when it came to knowing what Yuuta really liked. While his younger brother always obediently stuffed everything culinary their mother and sister prepared for them, without giving the slightest hint of bias towards either side, Syuusuke was the only one he could tell what he actually preferred. But that was all good. Syuusuke liked thinking that he was the only one who truly knew Yuuta, even when it only came to small things like this.
Yuuta's favourite cake was their mother's special caramel cake, so of course Syuusuke had to make that for him. It was a relatively easy cake, which suited him since he was far from an expert at cooking (especially compared to his sister or mother). All you needed for the fill was milk, sugar and butter. You'd mix them together, cook the mixture, and pour it over the finished batter. It was almost ridiculously simple, but Syuusuke liked that fact, since it reminded him of Yuuta. Yuuta had always been a simple and pure boy. It was so much like him to want simple things.
For the special occasion, he had only bought things that would make the cake look brown. Yuuta had brown eyes, and brown hair just a bit darker than his own... Syuusuke had pondered for several minutes on how to shape the cake, before finally deciding to have it look like a face. An angry little Yuuta face.
The whole cake was going to be covered with caramel sauce, and then he'd sprinkle something darker at one end for the hair. And draw out a tiny scar, perhaps with melt chocolate, since that detail was sharper than fuzzy hair. A while Syuusuke considered cinnamon for the hair part. But when he picked up the bottle and smelled it, to see how well it would blend with the caramel, he was suddenly struck by a bittersweet thought:
In a way, Yuuta was a lot like cinnamon. Rich in the smell, fresh, captivating, a bit evoking. But you can't smell cinnamon for too long, and you can't even eat spoonfuls of it, no matter how much you like it.
Syuusuke didn't put away that bottle for a while.
He was just heating the batter in the oven and preparing the caramel mixture, when Yuuta came home much earlier than expected. Syuusuke had thought he would be all alone, since both his sister and mother were going to be late. They had gone to pick up their father at the airport. Yuuta was of course not able to stay away from the kitchen, so they had chatted a little, but then suddenly... The conversation was gone, and Yuuta was right behind him.
"Aniki..." He paused. "Thanks. Mom never makes this cake these days, it's too easy, she says, but I really like it... You're really awesome."
Syuusuke tried to smile normally, even though Yuuta's mouth was much closer to his neck than it should be, and the hug a lot tighter than what was alright. He was almost painfully affected by it, since he could feel the curves of Yuuta's hands moving over his shirt much too well, almost as if there wasn't anything between them.
"I told you you would like it. Have I ever lied to you, Yuuta?"
"No. Aniki... That's not what I meant", Yuuta said. He blushed a little, and then pulled his brother closer. Even though this hug was completely usual for them, Yuuta felt utterly unable to let go of his aniki right now. He didn't want to. They almost never had moments alone like this... He was almost never able to touch aniki like this.
So they just stood there for a while, watching the caramel sauce boiling. The air in the room was heated up gradually, but to a noticeable level. The whole kitchen smelled of caramel. Sweet, like home, like aniki, Yuuta realized.
In a way, aniki was a lot like caramel. Delicious, melting in one's mouth... Smooth, pleasant, addictive, even though you knew you weren't supposed to sneak in the kitchen and eat it all. The consequences later wouldn't be good, but at the same time you couldn't help it. If you had a sweet tooth, that was.
He could feel his brother leaning in a little closer against him. Maybe aniki felt safe around him. "He doesn't know what I'm thinking, so why shouldn't he?" Yuuta thought weakly, his face red with both embarrassment and guilt at the comparison he had just made.
"Why did you come home so early?" he asked, trying to get his mind on other things.
"I didn't want to trouble everyone else. Besides... You know how little mother and sister appreciate rivals", his brother said softly. "So I thought it would be better if I gave it to you without them knowing. To give you the cake before our parents come home."
Syuusuke didn't realize how wrong his last sentence could be interpreted, until he had already said it. Inside, he cursed his recklessness. Yuuta must have realized it, since he had fallen completely silent again.
Syuusuke knew how these things began. He also knew that no matter how wrong things he said, no matter if they were on purpose or not, and no matter how far they went, they never really did anything. Even though it always felt good and familiar in the beginning, they always ended up only tasting small bits of the cream. And never taking a full bite of the actual cake.
"Just forget what I said. You're wonderful, Yuuta, I-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence though, since at just that moment Yuuta bit him lightly in the back of his neck. Syuusuke let out something between a gasp and a moan. During that second, he had even felt his younger brother's tongue against his skin, and it had been unbelievably good. Syuusuke could feel himself sink a little in Yuuta's arms, and even though he tried not to show it, he had become much more powerless than before. His body temperature had also risen a bit, and he realized that he was already getting hard.
"Yuuta, ah... This won't do..." he whimpered, as his younger brother continued to explore his neck with his tongue. It was almost funny, since after a while it felt like Yuuta was eating him, rather than kissing him. Well, Yuuta had always been a boy of basic instincts, but this was just... He didn't have a lot of time to think about that though, since the next moment, Yuuta's hands had already slid down and discovered what Syuusuke both hoped and didn't hope he would discover. When his younger brother's fingers brushed over the tightened fabric though, his mind was no longer divided. He gave up a small sigh, wishing only that this wouldn't stop.
But it had to, since they were interrupted by the bubbling caramel sauce. Syuusuke realized that he hadn't been paying attention to it at all these last few minutes, and now it was boiling over. He tried to break out of Yuuta's arms and take it off of the stove, but the latter wouldn't let him go that easily. Yuuta pushed his brother towards the kitchen bench, held him there with one arm, and then pulled the saucepan from the stove with the other. The ladle was still inside, so he started to stir the half-burned sauce with it for a bit.
This wasn't the first time they had gone past what could be considered normal brotherly interaction, but somehow today was completely different. Yuuta had never felt this attracted to his aniki before. It couldn't just be the heat, right? The fact that they were all alone... and that the whole room smelled like this?
"Aniki is too sweet... Aniki is too much like caramel", he thought, and looked at his older brother who was displaying an unusual amount of color on his cheeks. Without thinking, Yuuta stepped forward and started to unbutton the other boy's shirt. When Syuusuke tried to protest, he silenced him with a suffocating but still gentle kiss.
"He can become it."
Syuusuke could tell by now that this had gone much further than their usual "just-tasting-the-tip" games. But even though he had longed for this moment, and dreamed of it endless times, he didn't know how to handle the situation now that he was faced with it. What would happen with them, if he and Yuuta went all the way? Would they be able to be the same? And how much could he offer of himself, without making Yuuta turn away from him? Syuusuke knew that neither of them had the answers to these questions. But when his little brother put his arm around his waist, and stared at him with an intensity he had never seen before during all the years they had been together, he wondered if there was any point in thinking about it anymore.
And even if wanted to, he suddenly had to pay attention to some entirely different things.
"Don't..." he said weakly, as his little brother held out the ladle of caramel before his mouth. Bits of it were running over the sides, dripping down so that he could feel them on his exposed chest. Syuusuke shivered a little from the sensation, realizing that he wouldn't be able to fight this much longer. "Yuuta, no... that's for the cake..." he tried, even though he knew he didn't sound convincing at all.
But then he realized what Yuuta didn't need to open his mouth and say straight out. He was the cake. And that no single bites would satisfy either of them, any more.
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Comments are welcome ^^ Also, this is my first attempt ever at anything smut-like.. so be gentle. XD;;
Author: Emi-san
Rating: Eh, R? *sucks at ratings*
Warnings: Almost-smut. Managed to duck writing the actual porn at the end. :D;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis (although don't we all wish we did? *sigh*)
Notes: Written for the second challenge at fujicestfest.
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Syuusuke took a quick gasp of air. He had lost his breath for a while, after his little brother had hugged him so strongly, so unexpectedly, from behind. Even though Yuuta had only surpassed his brother when it came to their heights recently, Syuusuke could clearly notice the difference when they were standing as close as they did now. For a moment, he just felt like falling in into those familiar arms and chest.
Neither of them said a thing. Syuusuke couldn't look at Yuuta, so he looked at the ingredients before him instead. He had come home especially early that day to make Yuuta a cake, since the latter was coming over for the weekend for once. Syuusuke wanted to do it the night before, but then he wasn't able to remain one single second alone in the kitchen, since his mother and sister had been running rampant trying to bake what just they knew was Yuuta favourite cake or pie. Syuusuke smiled a little at the memory. They knew nothing. Noone knew Yuuta as well as himself, since as his brother, Syuusuke had several privileges when it came to knowing what Yuuta really liked. While his younger brother always obediently stuffed everything culinary their mother and sister prepared for them, without giving the slightest hint of bias towards either side, Syuusuke was the only one he could tell what he actually preferred. But that was all good. Syuusuke liked thinking that he was the only one who truly knew Yuuta, even when it only came to small things like this.
Yuuta's favourite cake was their mother's special caramel cake, so of course Syuusuke had to make that for him. It was a relatively easy cake, which suited him since he was far from an expert at cooking (especially compared to his sister or mother). All you needed for the fill was milk, sugar and butter. You'd mix them together, cook the mixture, and pour it over the finished batter. It was almost ridiculously simple, but Syuusuke liked that fact, since it reminded him of Yuuta. Yuuta had always been a simple and pure boy. It was so much like him to want simple things.
For the special occasion, he had only bought things that would make the cake look brown. Yuuta had brown eyes, and brown hair just a bit darker than his own... Syuusuke had pondered for several minutes on how to shape the cake, before finally deciding to have it look like a face. An angry little Yuuta face.
The whole cake was going to be covered with caramel sauce, and then he'd sprinkle something darker at one end for the hair. And draw out a tiny scar, perhaps with melt chocolate, since that detail was sharper than fuzzy hair. A while Syuusuke considered cinnamon for the hair part. But when he picked up the bottle and smelled it, to see how well it would blend with the caramel, he was suddenly struck by a bittersweet thought:
In a way, Yuuta was a lot like cinnamon. Rich in the smell, fresh, captivating, a bit evoking. But you can't smell cinnamon for too long, and you can't even eat spoonfuls of it, no matter how much you like it.
Syuusuke didn't put away that bottle for a while.
He was just heating the batter in the oven and preparing the caramel mixture, when Yuuta came home much earlier than expected. Syuusuke had thought he would be all alone, since both his sister and mother were going to be late. They had gone to pick up their father at the airport. Yuuta was of course not able to stay away from the kitchen, so they had chatted a little, but then suddenly... The conversation was gone, and Yuuta was right behind him.
"Aniki..." He paused. "Thanks. Mom never makes this cake these days, it's too easy, she says, but I really like it... You're really awesome."
Syuusuke tried to smile normally, even though Yuuta's mouth was much closer to his neck than it should be, and the hug a lot tighter than what was alright. He was almost painfully affected by it, since he could feel the curves of Yuuta's hands moving over his shirt much too well, almost as if there wasn't anything between them.
"I told you you would like it. Have I ever lied to you, Yuuta?"
"No. Aniki... That's not what I meant", Yuuta said. He blushed a little, and then pulled his brother closer. Even though this hug was completely usual for them, Yuuta felt utterly unable to let go of his aniki right now. He didn't want to. They almost never had moments alone like this... He was almost never able to touch aniki like this.
So they just stood there for a while, watching the caramel sauce boiling. The air in the room was heated up gradually, but to a noticeable level. The whole kitchen smelled of caramel. Sweet, like home, like aniki, Yuuta realized.
In a way, aniki was a lot like caramel. Delicious, melting in one's mouth... Smooth, pleasant, addictive, even though you knew you weren't supposed to sneak in the kitchen and eat it all. The consequences later wouldn't be good, but at the same time you couldn't help it. If you had a sweet tooth, that was.
He could feel his brother leaning in a little closer against him. Maybe aniki felt safe around him. "He doesn't know what I'm thinking, so why shouldn't he?" Yuuta thought weakly, his face red with both embarrassment and guilt at the comparison he had just made.
"Why did you come home so early?" he asked, trying to get his mind on other things.
"I didn't want to trouble everyone else. Besides... You know how little mother and sister appreciate rivals", his brother said softly. "So I thought it would be better if I gave it to you without them knowing. To give you the cake before our parents come home."
Syuusuke didn't realize how wrong his last sentence could be interpreted, until he had already said it. Inside, he cursed his recklessness. Yuuta must have realized it, since he had fallen completely silent again.
Syuusuke knew how these things began. He also knew that no matter how wrong things he said, no matter if they were on purpose or not, and no matter how far they went, they never really did anything. Even though it always felt good and familiar in the beginning, they always ended up only tasting small bits of the cream. And never taking a full bite of the actual cake.
"Just forget what I said. You're wonderful, Yuuta, I-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence though, since at just that moment Yuuta bit him lightly in the back of his neck. Syuusuke let out something between a gasp and a moan. During that second, he had even felt his younger brother's tongue against his skin, and it had been unbelievably good. Syuusuke could feel himself sink a little in Yuuta's arms, and even though he tried not to show it, he had become much more powerless than before. His body temperature had also risen a bit, and he realized that he was already getting hard.
"Yuuta, ah... This won't do..." he whimpered, as his younger brother continued to explore his neck with his tongue. It was almost funny, since after a while it felt like Yuuta was eating him, rather than kissing him. Well, Yuuta had always been a boy of basic instincts, but this was just... He didn't have a lot of time to think about that though, since the next moment, Yuuta's hands had already slid down and discovered what Syuusuke both hoped and didn't hope he would discover. When his younger brother's fingers brushed over the tightened fabric though, his mind was no longer divided. He gave up a small sigh, wishing only that this wouldn't stop.
But it had to, since they were interrupted by the bubbling caramel sauce. Syuusuke realized that he hadn't been paying attention to it at all these last few minutes, and now it was boiling over. He tried to break out of Yuuta's arms and take it off of the stove, but the latter wouldn't let him go that easily. Yuuta pushed his brother towards the kitchen bench, held him there with one arm, and then pulled the saucepan from the stove with the other. The ladle was still inside, so he started to stir the half-burned sauce with it for a bit.
This wasn't the first time they had gone past what could be considered normal brotherly interaction, but somehow today was completely different. Yuuta had never felt this attracted to his aniki before. It couldn't just be the heat, right? The fact that they were all alone... and that the whole room smelled like this?
"Aniki is too sweet... Aniki is too much like caramel", he thought, and looked at his older brother who was displaying an unusual amount of color on his cheeks. Without thinking, Yuuta stepped forward and started to unbutton the other boy's shirt. When Syuusuke tried to protest, he silenced him with a suffocating but still gentle kiss.
"He can become it."
Syuusuke could tell by now that this had gone much further than their usual "just-tasting-the-tip" games. But even though he had longed for this moment, and dreamed of it endless times, he didn't know how to handle the situation now that he was faced with it. What would happen with them, if he and Yuuta went all the way? Would they be able to be the same? And how much could he offer of himself, without making Yuuta turn away from him? Syuusuke knew that neither of them had the answers to these questions. But when his little brother put his arm around his waist, and stared at him with an intensity he had never seen before during all the years they had been together, he wondered if there was any point in thinking about it anymore.
And even if wanted to, he suddenly had to pay attention to some entirely different things.
"Don't..." he said weakly, as his little brother held out the ladle of caramel before his mouth. Bits of it were running over the sides, dripping down so that he could feel them on his exposed chest. Syuusuke shivered a little from the sensation, realizing that he wouldn't be able to fight this much longer. "Yuuta, no... that's for the cake..." he tried, even though he knew he didn't sound convincing at all.
But then he realized what Yuuta didn't need to open his mouth and say straight out. He was the cake. And that no single bites would satisfy either of them, any more.
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Comments are welcome ^^ Also, this is my first attempt ever at anything smut-like.. so be gentle. XD;;