FIC: Three Times Momoshiro Takeshi Kissed Kikumaru Eiji... (for origami_angel)
Author/Artist: ?
For: origami_angel
Title: Three Times Momoshiro Takeshi Kissed Kikumaru Eiji (and Three Times When Oishi Shuichiro Kissed Him)
Characters: Golden Trio - Oishi/Eiji/Momo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them. They would need more lubricant if I did. I also don't own the Tenimyu songs but I sing them anyway.
Warnings: Inappropriate consumption of alcohol and loss of inhibitions. See what can happen if you drink too much, kids?
Summary: Seigaku meets again. Perhaps there is such a thing as a second chance.
Notes: Much love and gratitude for my secret beta.
Momo traced his finger through the puddle of sake on the table, his voice slightly slurred as he spoke. "You know, I thought that maybe, after that match-- but then there was Tezuka and it never really went anywhere. But I did want..." His voice trailed off.
Eiji draped his arm over Momo's shoulders. "Aw, Momo, don't be sad!" He flung his other arm out, the one holding the beer can, and Oishi had to reach for a napkin to wipe his face.
"Eiji!" he protested. "Don't be careless!"
"Nya, Oishi," Eiji said with a grin, "I think that's Tezuka's line still. Momo, you don't look like you're having fun. Here, let me--" He waved the beer again and Oishi took it off him, setting it on the small table.
Momo looked earnestly at Eiji. "You always looked like you were having so much fun, you two. Like what you had was special." He leaned back in his seat and looked carefully at them both before picking up his empty bottle and looking sadly at it. "You were special. The Golden Pair. You were--" He paused, obviously searching for the right words. "Different. Connected."
Oishi exchanged an amused glance with Eiji and Eiji wrinkled his nose at him. Yes, they had been special. Still were.
Leaning forward, Momo lifted Eiji's beer and took a sip. "Ugh, I hate Asahi."
"Well, why are you drinking my beer?" Eiji took the can back and drank again.
Momo leaned forward. "I was saying. I was saying. Um-- Yes. I was saying that I liked you. When we were in school. And that day, that was special too. When I got to play and Oishi-senpai, you were there and I could feel you watching and you were so damned good and I could feel that connection you two had, that I was part of it."
"Ah," Oishi said, realisation dawning. "The match against Hyotei."
"Hyotei. Hyotei. Hyotei." Eiji singsonged and flattened his hand against his nose. "Behold, I am the great ore-sama." He broke in giggles. "Atobe was always so full of himself."
"I'm trying to be serious here," Momo said. "I said that I liked you and that day--"Momo tipped his head forward and kissed the corner of Eiji's mouth. His ears were bright red when he leaned back. "That day, after that match, I wanted to do that." His eyes met Oishi's across the small table.
Oishi caught his breath and sat back in his chair, looking carefully at Momoshiro, trying to force himself to think clearly.
"Hoi, Momo--" Eiji began but Oishi cut him off with a hand on his arm.
"Eiji, he means it." Leaning closer to his partner, he said quietly, "Do you remember we were talking about Momo a lot that summer?" He stressed the words, making sure Eiji understood him before leaning closer over the small table, conscious of the heightened talk from the larger group behind them. "You wanted to kiss Eiji, Momoshiro?"
Momo picked his empty bottle up again, staring at it for a moment before Eiji slid the can of Asahi back in front of him. "I wanted to kiss both of you," he said, raising the beer to Oishi. "For that one moment, I was part of it, the Golden Trio." Oishi noticed that Momo's English pronunciation hadn't improved over the years since they'd all left school. Momo held his closed hand out and turned it up, spreading his fingers to show his empty palm. "And poof! Just like that, the moment was gone." Momo picked the last of the peanuts out of the bottom of the bowl in the centre of the table, licking the salt and sake off his fingers. He shrugged, his eyes flicking to Oishi's face. "It never came again." He picked up the bowl and empty bottle from the table and stood, not all that steady on his feet. "Oi, Echizen! Isn't it your round? Just because you're a famous professional tennis player doesn't mean you can slack off, you know!"
Oishi stood and took his arm. "Momo, careful! You don't want to--" Momo stumbled and Oishi caught him. Momo looked up at him and grinned, and it twisted through Oishi's belly like Momo's Dunk Smash. Oishi took the bottle from Momo and reached behind him to drop it back on the table. He felt Eiji catch his hand and squeezed their fingers together. Momo was right, he thought. There had been something there; he and Eiji had both known it, known that they could be more together with Momo. They'd thought that it might be about more than tennis. They'd spent hours on the roof of their container speculating about it, bodies tangled together in a welcome break from Oishi's responsibilities to Seigaku and Tezuka. The moment to act had never come again and Oishi had been sure that it wouldn't be right to push for it, not when the team was so shaken, and this moment here, now, with his arms caught around Momo, felt as if they'd been given a second chance, an opportunity too precious to be wasted. He leaned in.
Momo's mouth was surprisingly soft under his and his lips tasted of salt and beer and sake. Oishi pressed closer, his tongue slipping along the length of Momo's bottom lip, a firm glide of damp heat that curled from his lips down along his spine. Eiji's fingers threaded through his and Oishi rubbed his thumb over Eiji's knuckles before he lifted his head, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Momo.
He opened his mouth to try and say some of the things that were spinning through his mind when Echizen interrupted. Oishi supposed he should be grateful it wasn't Fuji.
"Hoo, Momo-senpai, Oishi-fukubuchou, what the hell was that?" Echizen's cheeky grin hadn't changed at all in the last five years. "Are you guys really sure you need anything else to drink? Looks like you might have had enough if you're making out over here."
Momo looked at him and held a hand out, fingers gesturing at what he was carrying. "C'mon, Echizen, give it up. What, you've never seen boys kissing before?"
"In this club it's kinda hard to avoid it," Echizen said dryly, but gave him the bottles anyway.
"Ochibi! You didn't get one for me?" Eiji bounced out of his chair and pushed into the small space between Oishi and Momo. "You're so mean!"
"Che," Echizen smirked, producing a can of Asahi from behind him. "You can get your own peanuts, though. And I'm not kissing you."
Momo swiped a hand at Echizen, who ducked away laughing. "Mada mada, Momo-senpai."
The moment was broken and their trio melted into the larger Seigaku group but Oishi could feel the threads of awareness running between the three of them. He talked to Tezuka absently, watching Momo, Inui, Taka and Kaidoh, thinking about the salty-sweet taste of Momo's lips and the feel of Eiji's fingers in his, the thwak of tennis balls during summer days long ago and friendships that should have been more but weren't. Fuji and Eiji had Echizen trapped, teasing him about the last match against Tezuka at the Wimbledon finals.
"He still watches you all the time," Oishi said and then caught himself. "Oh, Tezuka, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a personal comment."
"Aa," Tezuka said and Oishi smiled to himself. Tezuka still watched Echizen all the time as well and that tiny frown around his eyes would have meant laps for Fuji and Eiji had he still had the power to give them. He looked across the room again, exchanging glances with Momo and Eiji, small signals of awareness. He felt the glances from the rest of the team too, but only Echizen was cheeky enough to say anything to them all, although he suspected that Momo was getting a discreet grilling from Inui. He tried not to listen to Echizen and Eiji and didn't want to think about what Fuji was saying at all.
Tezuka cleared his throat. "Oishi. Momoshiro?"
Oishi thought Tezuka must have been burning with curiosity to be this blatant. He turned slightly to look at Momo again, all noisy conversation and bright laughter, full of confidence and a smile as bright as the sun. He thought of watching Momo at practice all those years ago, his determination to do his best and dedication to the team, of the run he'd make to Oishi at the hospital. Of how Eiji had pushed both Momo and himself to evolve and how Oishi had been central to that. His own injury had been lost in the light of Tezuka's tragedy but Momo had been there, done everything he could think of to make it all work, had worked diligently with Eiji as Oishi struggled to hold the team together in Tezuka's absence. He'd been one of Seigaku's pillars, in his own way.
"It's been a long time coming," he said quietly. "It wasn't all about tennis." No, it had been about tennis and hard work, respect and love for their team. Oishi remembered that it had also been about hormones and being around other boys and the way Momo's shirt seemed to ride higher than anyone else's and the way his muscles had moved under the skin of his belly when he'd jumped for a smash. He and Eiji had exchanged glances about it throughout the summer before falling back into each other as the connection to Momo was lost. Even tonight, Momo's tank top rode up a little and Oishi could see flashes of belly and the flex of muscle in his arms beneath his loose, open shirt. Red and black. Momo had always looked good in red and black.
"Hn," Tezuka said and they stood there, drinking together in a companionable silence.
Momo glanced across at Oishi, meeting his eyes, and then left the others, walking slowly - that careful I can walk a straight line if I have to step - and threading his way through the rest of the bar's patrons to the men's room.
"Excuse me, Tezuka," Oishi said, "call of nature," and followed. He smiled at Eiji as he passed, shaking his head slightly when Eiji raised his eyebrows. Eiji laughed and turned back to Echizen, pulling him into a headlock and dragging him over to Takasan.
The washroom was small and smelled of piss, beer and disinfectant and Oishi wrinkled his nose. He'd let the bar staff know; it wasn't fair for them to have their reputation damaged by the actions of others.
Momo was the only person there and half-turned towards him from the urinal as Oishi came in, fingers on the zip of his jeans as he tucked himself away. Oishi smiled at him, eyes following the ride-up of Momo's tank top. The line of hard muscle under tanned skin made the pads of his fingers itch.
"Oishi-senpai." Momo didn't sound as drunk as he'd walked. "What's happening here?"
It was a simple question for such a complicated weave of memories and connections and emotions. "You weren't the only one who felt it, Momo. Eiji and I-- We used to talk about you, you know. But there were Nationals and Tezuka and that weird thing you had going with Kaidoh and then Tachibana An and, as you said, the moment slipped away." He shrugged. "Eiji wanted to talk to you about it but I wasn't as comfortable in myself as I am now. I didn't want to risk damaging the team and Tezuka had trusted me to make sure things stayed on track." He leaned back against the bench top as Momo came to wash his hands.
"If you want it, Momo, we're giving you a chance," Oishi said. "To see if that connection is still there, between us. To see if it's more than a memory, I suppose. More than 14-year-old boys playing tennis. Tonight, and we'll all forget it if you walk away tomorrow morning." He reached out to rest his fingers on the hard muscle of Momo's arm, "Now that we know you wanted us too, we want to see what's there."
"Yeah." Momo took a shaky breath before grinning. "I did. I do." His face lit up. "Hey, you know, I wrote a song about it years ago. Golden Trio. I still remember it."
Oishi laughed. "Oh, god," he said. "Was it as bad as it possibly could be?"
Momo grinned at him, all teeth and hair and golden skin and smiling eyes. "Hey, I was thirteen and in love! It was totally horrendous and if you're not careful, I'll teach it to Eiji-senpai and we'll serenade you."
He was entirely irresistible, and so Oishi didn't, leaning forward the short distance to kiss him. Not soft and sweet, but firm and hot and wet, opening Momo's mouth with his tongue before sliding in and against Momo's, pulling back only to tug at his bottom lip with his teeth, catching hot damp sounds of want with his own mouth and answering them in kind.
"Oishi-senpai," Momo said, pushing against him, his hands sliding the length of Oishi's back and Oishi shivered as he pulled Momo flush against him, all hard length and firm muscle and the power he'd brought to his tennis with Seigaku so many years ago.
"Momochan," he said, biting a line along his jaw, rubbing his cheek along the stubble.
"Yeah," Momo whispered, "oh yeah," hips moving as he rubbed against Oishi, the words falling into the tiny spaces left by their mouths as Oishi kissed down his throat and back again to lips and tongue and teeth.
Footsteps sounded loudly on the tiles and the door pushed open. Oishi quickly broke away, turning to the urinal and pulling his zip down, breath catching as he eased his cock free and wrapped his hand around it, staring down into the bowl and thinking about the taste of Momo's mouth and how good it would feel wrapped around him.
The two men entering ignored them, continuing their conversation of complaints about work and how one of them was going to have to get married as they walked to the urinals and pissed quickly. Oishi watched Momo from the corner of his eye, smiling as the way his kohai was almost bouncing at the sink as he twisted at his hair before the mirror, eyes watching Oishi and one hand discreetly hiding the bulge in his pants. Well, perhaps Momo thought he was being discreet and were these gossiping businessmen never going to leave? He tightened his grip on his cock and turned a little away from them, meeting Momo's eyes in the mirror. Momo's tongue flicked out across his bottom lip and Oishi bit back a groan. So so sexy and Oishi's heart swelled with gratitude at this second chance for the three of them.
The businessmen finally left and Momo was back against him, his hands and mouth urgent as he leaned against Oishi, looking down at Oishi's cock. Oishi almost wanted to tuck himself away - no one had ever seen him like this except Eiji. But this was Momo and if what was happening tonight was any indication, modesty was best soon forgotten. He opened his hand, resting himself across his palm. God, it felt dirty and hot and so good, the curl of desire making his cock jerk as Momo looked down before looking back up at his face.
"I used to watch you in the showers," he whispered and Oishi finally was free to groan, his hand slipping along the length of his cock. "I'd watch you both on the courts and then you'd come in and we'd all be in the showers and I've have to hide what you did to me."
"Show me," Oishi said. His voice was harsh with want in his throat. "Show me what we did you to you, Momo."
Momo's cheeks pinked and he looked almost shy as he undid his zip before lifting his hand to lick across the palm and wrapping his fingers firmly around his cock, pulling it back to show Oishi. It was beautiful, hard and straight, richly purpled head exposed as he pulled the foreskin back and Oishi wanted nothing more than to reach out and wrap his own hand around it.
His fingers were moving to touch when the washroom door crashed back and Oishi felt his heart leap into his throat. He couldn't breathe until Eiji's voice rang out.
"Nya, Momo, Oishi! You started without me!"
"Holy shit, Eiji-senpai, you damned near scared me to death!" Momo said, pulling away from Oishi, the color on his cheeks brightening. His hands tried to tuck himself back into his pants. "Um, I'm sorry, things just got--"
"Yeah, I know," Eiji said as he pushed between the two of them. "That has a way of happening when Oishi's around."
"Eiji! That's not true," Oishi protested and Eiji grinned at him.
"I've caught you fair and square, Oishikun. I knew you were taking too long in here." He pulled them both close, tugging at their hands on their pants until he could wrap one hand around each of them. "I'm only the advance guard though. You need to hurry. Buchou's on his way. Fujiko's stalling him, but he won't be able to hold him for long."
Momo's face was bright red as he looked from Eiji to Oishi and then down at Eiji's hands wrapped around their cocks.
"Come on, Momo. There's no time. You don't want Buchou to catch you, do you?" Eiji's grin was wicked. "We might have to run laps and that's going to be mighty hard with this." His fingers squeezed around them both, his rhythm perfect as he moved back and forward on the balls of his feet, fingers tightening and releasing as he drove them on.
"Eiji," Oishi groaned, giving into the inevitable, his fingers closing around Eiji's to pull faster, harder. He lifted his left arm across Eiji to clutch at Momo's shoulder, shivering when Momo's arm wrapped around his, pressing the three of them close in a half-circle around the urinal.
"Momochan," Eiji said, "show me what you look like when you come," and Momo bent in to kiss Eiji as Oishi stroked the soft skin below Momo's ear. Their breath was harsh pants, Momo's catching and releasing against Eiji's mouth, almost a whimper and Oishi bit his lip, fingers tightening around Eiji's swiftly moving hand and the back of Momo's neck.
Eiji pulled away a tiny bit, just far enough to bite at Momo's lip and say, "Golden Trio," his hands tightening and that was it right there, right there and Oishi could see stars before his eyes as he came hard, biting back his groan and burying his face in Eiji's hair as he twisted the last spurts of come from his cock, opening his eyes to see Eiji's fingers doing the same to Momo.
"Eiji-senpai," Momo said as Eiji lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them with swift efficiency. "I--"
"No time, Momo, quickly," Eiji said, helping him tuck his softening cock back into his pants with a wide grin and a pat before pulling at Momo's zip. "Oish? Are you clear?"
"Yeah," Oishi started to say, fingers still on his zip as the door opened and Tezuka came in, frowning at them all. Momo and Eiji stepped to the sink to wash their hands, moving aside to make room for Oishi as Tezuka stood at the urinal and unzipped his trousers.
It didn't matter how innocent they looked, Buchou still knew what they'd been doing. They left in a hurry, leaving their captain to his privacy and passing Echizen on their way back to the group where Inui, Kaidoh and Taka were having an intense conversation about diet and training in sports medicine.
Fuji smiled at them and Eiji grinned back at him as they moved past the empty seats to sit together at a smaller table, knees pressing together. Momo's face was still flushed and his lips were swollen and Eiji's hair was in wild disarray. Oishi's heart throbbed as they exchanged glances and he slipped his hand beneath the table top to twist his fingers with Momo's.
"Wow," Momo whispered as they all leaned into together. "How did that happen?"
Eiji giggled. "It just does," he whispered back. "That's us, Golden Pair, that's the magic. And you-- Momochan, you're a part of that, I know." Eiji's hands shifted beneath the table and Oishi caught the fingers that sought his out, squeezing both hands gently, knowing that Momo and Eiji were doing the same. "There's a connection, more. It shows in our tennis but there's more to it than that."
"Yes," Oishi said quietly. "I felt it, you felt it. It's like something hooks into you and carries you along, letting you see clearly and reach further for each opportunity." He smiled at them both. "Golden Trio. That's what is."
"Oishi-senpai, that's amazing," Momo said. "That song I was telling you about, that's what I was writing. Not to give up hope, to look for the chance and take it."
"Momo." Eiji leaned back and crossed his arms. Eiji with his mussed hair trying to be stern looked so cute, Oishi thought.
"There's something you're not telling me, Momo. What's this about a song?"
After the second rendition, Oishi went for more drinks. It took another two rounds before they were singing to Momo's satisfaction, if somewhat off-key, and Inui insisted on rearranging the tables because he couldn't stand to hear it one more time. They settled around the table with their team, content to share glances and smiles during pauses in the conversation.
Another two hours passed with more beer and more sake and Echizen, eagerly backed up by Momo, demanded they order pizza for delivery to the bar, complaining how much cheaper it was in Sydney and New York. The pizzas helped to sober them up a little although that effect was soon reversed by the never-ending stream of toasts. Oishi knew the night was over when Momoshiro stood on the table and exhorted them all to lift their glasses with the words Yudan sezu ni ikou before falling off onto Kaidoh. The subsequent fight saw them thrown out of the bar and onto the street, Fuji and Eiji clinging to each other and trying to high-kick their way down the footpath, until Fuji tripped and fell into the gutter and Taka had to retrieve him.
Eiji spun around, dancing back down the pavement to step between Oishi and Momoshiro, singing the words of the crazy song Momo had taught them.
Nanimono ni mo egatai triangle
Kanpeki na sankakkei sou Golden Trio
Eiji's English pronunciation was no better than Momo's, and Oishi knew his wasn't really any good either from the sounds of Echizen's raucous catcalls, and none of them were helped by the alcohol. Eiji swung himself up between the two of them, hands on their shoulders, and Oishi frantically reached out to Momo to hold them steady. It didn't work and they crashed to a pile on the concrete, Eiji somewhere in the middle. Oishi's legs were tangled with Momo's and one arm was caught against the cool cement under Momo's hip, the other tucked between Eiji's and Momo's chests. Eiji lifted his head, giggling and singing and Momo reached up with a hand and pulled him down to kiss him.
Oishi was tangled up with them and Eiji's hair slipped through his fingers as he turned his head into the kiss, so Oishi brushed it away, watching the movement of lips and tongues as Momo pressed up into Eiji. The wet sounds they made together curled through his belly and he shifted closer, wanting more, his hand sliding up under Momo's t-shirt against hot, damp skin, fingers pressing over muscle until they slipped across a nipple, unable to resist rubbing against it. Momo moaned a breathy "Oishi-senpai" into Eiji's mouth and Oishi licked his dry lips. His fingers slid down to rub through the fine trail of hair down Momo's belly and caught beneath the band of his jeans as he watched Eiji slide down to mouth along the stubble of Momo's jaw, teeth scraping against the soft skin at the base of his throat.
"Oishi." Tezuka's voice sounded far away, lost in a babble of noise and Oishi heard his name repeated twice before he realised where he was and, more importantly, what they were doing on a public street two blocks from the JR Shinjuku station. He pulled himself away, shifting his knees under him and lifting a reluctant Eiji, hand tugging Momo's tank top back down over that tantalising belly. The babble became voices and Oishi shut his eyes as his face began to burn with embarrassment. The only voice that mattered right now belonged to Tezuka and the team slowly calmed as Tezuka insisted that Fuji put the damned tennis racket away and really, where had it come from in the first place? "That's enough," Tezuka yelled and Oishi, Momo and Eiji climbed sheepishly to their feet surrounded by silence.
It felt like junior high all over again although Oishi thought, somewhat hysterically, they'd never been falling-down drunk in public, or kissing and making out in public to bring Tezuka's wrath down upon them when they were fourteen. Eiji and Momo were pressed up against him, though, so he straightened, holding them strong and together.
"That's enough," Tezuka said again but his voice was quiet, warm, and Oishi's face cooled. "Take your Golden Trio home, Oishi, and call me tomorrow." Tezuka paused amidst a chorus of laughter and Eiji threw his arm around Momo's waist and a wicked grin at Fuji. "Take care of each other."
Oishi smiled at his captain as the chorus of goodnights started and the team broke up. "Come on, you two." Momo and Eiji grinned at him and they clasped their arms together across Oishi's back. Oishi wrapped his arms around their shoulders and laughed. "We're going to have rotten hangovers in the morning," he said, starting them down the road to the station and home and their future.
For: origami_angel
Title: Three Times Momoshiro Takeshi Kissed Kikumaru Eiji (and Three Times When Oishi Shuichiro Kissed Him)
Characters: Golden Trio - Oishi/Eiji/Momo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own them. They would need more lubricant if I did. I also don't own the Tenimyu songs but I sing them anyway.
Warnings: Inappropriate consumption of alcohol and loss of inhibitions. See what can happen if you drink too much, kids?
Summary: Seigaku meets again. Perhaps there is such a thing as a second chance.
Notes: Much love and gratitude for my secret beta.
Momo traced his finger through the puddle of sake on the table, his voice slightly slurred as he spoke. "You know, I thought that maybe, after that match-- but then there was Tezuka and it never really went anywhere. But I did want..." His voice trailed off.
Eiji draped his arm over Momo's shoulders. "Aw, Momo, don't be sad!" He flung his other arm out, the one holding the beer can, and Oishi had to reach for a napkin to wipe his face.
"Eiji!" he protested. "Don't be careless!"
"Nya, Oishi," Eiji said with a grin, "I think that's Tezuka's line still. Momo, you don't look like you're having fun. Here, let me--" He waved the beer again and Oishi took it off him, setting it on the small table.
Momo looked earnestly at Eiji. "You always looked like you were having so much fun, you two. Like what you had was special." He leaned back in his seat and looked carefully at them both before picking up his empty bottle and looking sadly at it. "You were special. The Golden Pair. You were--" He paused, obviously searching for the right words. "Different. Connected."
Oishi exchanged an amused glance with Eiji and Eiji wrinkled his nose at him. Yes, they had been special. Still were.
Leaning forward, Momo lifted Eiji's beer and took a sip. "Ugh, I hate Asahi."
"Well, why are you drinking my beer?" Eiji took the can back and drank again.
Momo leaned forward. "I was saying. I was saying. Um-- Yes. I was saying that I liked you. When we were in school. And that day, that was special too. When I got to play and Oishi-senpai, you were there and I could feel you watching and you were so damned good and I could feel that connection you two had, that I was part of it."
"Ah," Oishi said, realisation dawning. "The match against Hyotei."
"Hyotei. Hyotei. Hyotei." Eiji singsonged and flattened his hand against his nose. "Behold, I am the great ore-sama." He broke in giggles. "Atobe was always so full of himself."
"I'm trying to be serious here," Momo said. "I said that I liked you and that day--"Momo tipped his head forward and kissed the corner of Eiji's mouth. His ears were bright red when he leaned back. "That day, after that match, I wanted to do that." His eyes met Oishi's across the small table.
Oishi caught his breath and sat back in his chair, looking carefully at Momoshiro, trying to force himself to think clearly.
"Hoi, Momo--" Eiji began but Oishi cut him off with a hand on his arm.
"Eiji, he means it." Leaning closer to his partner, he said quietly, "Do you remember we were talking about Momo a lot that summer?" He stressed the words, making sure Eiji understood him before leaning closer over the small table, conscious of the heightened talk from the larger group behind them. "You wanted to kiss Eiji, Momoshiro?"
Momo picked his empty bottle up again, staring at it for a moment before Eiji slid the can of Asahi back in front of him. "I wanted to kiss both of you," he said, raising the beer to Oishi. "For that one moment, I was part of it, the Golden Trio." Oishi noticed that Momo's English pronunciation hadn't improved over the years since they'd all left school. Momo held his closed hand out and turned it up, spreading his fingers to show his empty palm. "And poof! Just like that, the moment was gone." Momo picked the last of the peanuts out of the bottom of the bowl in the centre of the table, licking the salt and sake off his fingers. He shrugged, his eyes flicking to Oishi's face. "It never came again." He picked up the bowl and empty bottle from the table and stood, not all that steady on his feet. "Oi, Echizen! Isn't it your round? Just because you're a famous professional tennis player doesn't mean you can slack off, you know!"
Oishi stood and took his arm. "Momo, careful! You don't want to--" Momo stumbled and Oishi caught him. Momo looked up at him and grinned, and it twisted through Oishi's belly like Momo's Dunk Smash. Oishi took the bottle from Momo and reached behind him to drop it back on the table. He felt Eiji catch his hand and squeezed their fingers together. Momo was right, he thought. There had been something there; he and Eiji had both known it, known that they could be more together with Momo. They'd thought that it might be about more than tennis. They'd spent hours on the roof of their container speculating about it, bodies tangled together in a welcome break from Oishi's responsibilities to Seigaku and Tezuka. The moment to act had never come again and Oishi had been sure that it wouldn't be right to push for it, not when the team was so shaken, and this moment here, now, with his arms caught around Momo, felt as if they'd been given a second chance, an opportunity too precious to be wasted. He leaned in.
Momo's mouth was surprisingly soft under his and his lips tasted of salt and beer and sake. Oishi pressed closer, his tongue slipping along the length of Momo's bottom lip, a firm glide of damp heat that curled from his lips down along his spine. Eiji's fingers threaded through his and Oishi rubbed his thumb over Eiji's knuckles before he lifted his head, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Momo.
He opened his mouth to try and say some of the things that were spinning through his mind when Echizen interrupted. Oishi supposed he should be grateful it wasn't Fuji.
"Hoo, Momo-senpai, Oishi-fukubuchou, what the hell was that?" Echizen's cheeky grin hadn't changed at all in the last five years. "Are you guys really sure you need anything else to drink? Looks like you might have had enough if you're making out over here."
Momo looked at him and held a hand out, fingers gesturing at what he was carrying. "C'mon, Echizen, give it up. What, you've never seen boys kissing before?"
"In this club it's kinda hard to avoid it," Echizen said dryly, but gave him the bottles anyway.
"Ochibi! You didn't get one for me?" Eiji bounced out of his chair and pushed into the small space between Oishi and Momo. "You're so mean!"
"Che," Echizen smirked, producing a can of Asahi from behind him. "You can get your own peanuts, though. And I'm not kissing you."
Momo swiped a hand at Echizen, who ducked away laughing. "Mada mada, Momo-senpai."
The moment was broken and their trio melted into the larger Seigaku group but Oishi could feel the threads of awareness running between the three of them. He talked to Tezuka absently, watching Momo, Inui, Taka and Kaidoh, thinking about the salty-sweet taste of Momo's lips and the feel of Eiji's fingers in his, the thwak of tennis balls during summer days long ago and friendships that should have been more but weren't. Fuji and Eiji had Echizen trapped, teasing him about the last match against Tezuka at the Wimbledon finals.
"He still watches you all the time," Oishi said and then caught himself. "Oh, Tezuka, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a personal comment."
"Aa," Tezuka said and Oishi smiled to himself. Tezuka still watched Echizen all the time as well and that tiny frown around his eyes would have meant laps for Fuji and Eiji had he still had the power to give them. He looked across the room again, exchanging glances with Momo and Eiji, small signals of awareness. He felt the glances from the rest of the team too, but only Echizen was cheeky enough to say anything to them all, although he suspected that Momo was getting a discreet grilling from Inui. He tried not to listen to Echizen and Eiji and didn't want to think about what Fuji was saying at all.
Tezuka cleared his throat. "Oishi. Momoshiro?"
Oishi thought Tezuka must have been burning with curiosity to be this blatant. He turned slightly to look at Momo again, all noisy conversation and bright laughter, full of confidence and a smile as bright as the sun. He thought of watching Momo at practice all those years ago, his determination to do his best and dedication to the team, of the run he'd make to Oishi at the hospital. Of how Eiji had pushed both Momo and himself to evolve and how Oishi had been central to that. His own injury had been lost in the light of Tezuka's tragedy but Momo had been there, done everything he could think of to make it all work, had worked diligently with Eiji as Oishi struggled to hold the team together in Tezuka's absence. He'd been one of Seigaku's pillars, in his own way.
"It's been a long time coming," he said quietly. "It wasn't all about tennis." No, it had been about tennis and hard work, respect and love for their team. Oishi remembered that it had also been about hormones and being around other boys and the way Momo's shirt seemed to ride higher than anyone else's and the way his muscles had moved under the skin of his belly when he'd jumped for a smash. He and Eiji had exchanged glances about it throughout the summer before falling back into each other as the connection to Momo was lost. Even tonight, Momo's tank top rode up a little and Oishi could see flashes of belly and the flex of muscle in his arms beneath his loose, open shirt. Red and black. Momo had always looked good in red and black.
"Hn," Tezuka said and they stood there, drinking together in a companionable silence.
Momo glanced across at Oishi, meeting his eyes, and then left the others, walking slowly - that careful I can walk a straight line if I have to step - and threading his way through the rest of the bar's patrons to the men's room.
"Excuse me, Tezuka," Oishi said, "call of nature," and followed. He smiled at Eiji as he passed, shaking his head slightly when Eiji raised his eyebrows. Eiji laughed and turned back to Echizen, pulling him into a headlock and dragging him over to Takasan.
The washroom was small and smelled of piss, beer and disinfectant and Oishi wrinkled his nose. He'd let the bar staff know; it wasn't fair for them to have their reputation damaged by the actions of others.
Momo was the only person there and half-turned towards him from the urinal as Oishi came in, fingers on the zip of his jeans as he tucked himself away. Oishi smiled at him, eyes following the ride-up of Momo's tank top. The line of hard muscle under tanned skin made the pads of his fingers itch.
"Oishi-senpai." Momo didn't sound as drunk as he'd walked. "What's happening here?"
It was a simple question for such a complicated weave of memories and connections and emotions. "You weren't the only one who felt it, Momo. Eiji and I-- We used to talk about you, you know. But there were Nationals and Tezuka and that weird thing you had going with Kaidoh and then Tachibana An and, as you said, the moment slipped away." He shrugged. "Eiji wanted to talk to you about it but I wasn't as comfortable in myself as I am now. I didn't want to risk damaging the team and Tezuka had trusted me to make sure things stayed on track." He leaned back against the bench top as Momo came to wash his hands.
"If you want it, Momo, we're giving you a chance," Oishi said. "To see if that connection is still there, between us. To see if it's more than a memory, I suppose. More than 14-year-old boys playing tennis. Tonight, and we'll all forget it if you walk away tomorrow morning." He reached out to rest his fingers on the hard muscle of Momo's arm, "Now that we know you wanted us too, we want to see what's there."
"Yeah." Momo took a shaky breath before grinning. "I did. I do." His face lit up. "Hey, you know, I wrote a song about it years ago. Golden Trio. I still remember it."
Oishi laughed. "Oh, god," he said. "Was it as bad as it possibly could be?"
Momo grinned at him, all teeth and hair and golden skin and smiling eyes. "Hey, I was thirteen and in love! It was totally horrendous and if you're not careful, I'll teach it to Eiji-senpai and we'll serenade you."
He was entirely irresistible, and so Oishi didn't, leaning forward the short distance to kiss him. Not soft and sweet, but firm and hot and wet, opening Momo's mouth with his tongue before sliding in and against Momo's, pulling back only to tug at his bottom lip with his teeth, catching hot damp sounds of want with his own mouth and answering them in kind.
"Oishi-senpai," Momo said, pushing against him, his hands sliding the length of Oishi's back and Oishi shivered as he pulled Momo flush against him, all hard length and firm muscle and the power he'd brought to his tennis with Seigaku so many years ago.
"Momochan," he said, biting a line along his jaw, rubbing his cheek along the stubble.
"Yeah," Momo whispered, "oh yeah," hips moving as he rubbed against Oishi, the words falling into the tiny spaces left by their mouths as Oishi kissed down his throat and back again to lips and tongue and teeth.
Footsteps sounded loudly on the tiles and the door pushed open. Oishi quickly broke away, turning to the urinal and pulling his zip down, breath catching as he eased his cock free and wrapped his hand around it, staring down into the bowl and thinking about the taste of Momo's mouth and how good it would feel wrapped around him.
The two men entering ignored them, continuing their conversation of complaints about work and how one of them was going to have to get married as they walked to the urinals and pissed quickly. Oishi watched Momo from the corner of his eye, smiling as the way his kohai was almost bouncing at the sink as he twisted at his hair before the mirror, eyes watching Oishi and one hand discreetly hiding the bulge in his pants. Well, perhaps Momo thought he was being discreet and were these gossiping businessmen never going to leave? He tightened his grip on his cock and turned a little away from them, meeting Momo's eyes in the mirror. Momo's tongue flicked out across his bottom lip and Oishi bit back a groan. So so sexy and Oishi's heart swelled with gratitude at this second chance for the three of them.
The businessmen finally left and Momo was back against him, his hands and mouth urgent as he leaned against Oishi, looking down at Oishi's cock. Oishi almost wanted to tuck himself away - no one had ever seen him like this except Eiji. But this was Momo and if what was happening tonight was any indication, modesty was best soon forgotten. He opened his hand, resting himself across his palm. God, it felt dirty and hot and so good, the curl of desire making his cock jerk as Momo looked down before looking back up at his face.
"I used to watch you in the showers," he whispered and Oishi finally was free to groan, his hand slipping along the length of his cock. "I'd watch you both on the courts and then you'd come in and we'd all be in the showers and I've have to hide what you did to me."
"Show me," Oishi said. His voice was harsh with want in his throat. "Show me what we did you to you, Momo."
Momo's cheeks pinked and he looked almost shy as he undid his zip before lifting his hand to lick across the palm and wrapping his fingers firmly around his cock, pulling it back to show Oishi. It was beautiful, hard and straight, richly purpled head exposed as he pulled the foreskin back and Oishi wanted nothing more than to reach out and wrap his own hand around it.
His fingers were moving to touch when the washroom door crashed back and Oishi felt his heart leap into his throat. He couldn't breathe until Eiji's voice rang out.
"Nya, Momo, Oishi! You started without me!"
"Holy shit, Eiji-senpai, you damned near scared me to death!" Momo said, pulling away from Oishi, the color on his cheeks brightening. His hands tried to tuck himself back into his pants. "Um, I'm sorry, things just got--"
"Yeah, I know," Eiji said as he pushed between the two of them. "That has a way of happening when Oishi's around."
"Eiji! That's not true," Oishi protested and Eiji grinned at him.
"I've caught you fair and square, Oishikun. I knew you were taking too long in here." He pulled them both close, tugging at their hands on their pants until he could wrap one hand around each of them. "I'm only the advance guard though. You need to hurry. Buchou's on his way. Fujiko's stalling him, but he won't be able to hold him for long."
Momo's face was bright red as he looked from Eiji to Oishi and then down at Eiji's hands wrapped around their cocks.
"Come on, Momo. There's no time. You don't want Buchou to catch you, do you?" Eiji's grin was wicked. "We might have to run laps and that's going to be mighty hard with this." His fingers squeezed around them both, his rhythm perfect as he moved back and forward on the balls of his feet, fingers tightening and releasing as he drove them on.
"Eiji," Oishi groaned, giving into the inevitable, his fingers closing around Eiji's to pull faster, harder. He lifted his left arm across Eiji to clutch at Momo's shoulder, shivering when Momo's arm wrapped around his, pressing the three of them close in a half-circle around the urinal.
"Momochan," Eiji said, "show me what you look like when you come," and Momo bent in to kiss Eiji as Oishi stroked the soft skin below Momo's ear. Their breath was harsh pants, Momo's catching and releasing against Eiji's mouth, almost a whimper and Oishi bit his lip, fingers tightening around Eiji's swiftly moving hand and the back of Momo's neck.
Eiji pulled away a tiny bit, just far enough to bite at Momo's lip and say, "Golden Trio," his hands tightening and that was it right there, right there and Oishi could see stars before his eyes as he came hard, biting back his groan and burying his face in Eiji's hair as he twisted the last spurts of come from his cock, opening his eyes to see Eiji's fingers doing the same to Momo.
"Eiji-senpai," Momo said as Eiji lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them with swift efficiency. "I--"
"No time, Momo, quickly," Eiji said, helping him tuck his softening cock back into his pants with a wide grin and a pat before pulling at Momo's zip. "Oish? Are you clear?"
"Yeah," Oishi started to say, fingers still on his zip as the door opened and Tezuka came in, frowning at them all. Momo and Eiji stepped to the sink to wash their hands, moving aside to make room for Oishi as Tezuka stood at the urinal and unzipped his trousers.
It didn't matter how innocent they looked, Buchou still knew what they'd been doing. They left in a hurry, leaving their captain to his privacy and passing Echizen on their way back to the group where Inui, Kaidoh and Taka were having an intense conversation about diet and training in sports medicine.
Fuji smiled at them and Eiji grinned back at him as they moved past the empty seats to sit together at a smaller table, knees pressing together. Momo's face was still flushed and his lips were swollen and Eiji's hair was in wild disarray. Oishi's heart throbbed as they exchanged glances and he slipped his hand beneath the table top to twist his fingers with Momo's.
"Wow," Momo whispered as they all leaned into together. "How did that happen?"
Eiji giggled. "It just does," he whispered back. "That's us, Golden Pair, that's the magic. And you-- Momochan, you're a part of that, I know." Eiji's hands shifted beneath the table and Oishi caught the fingers that sought his out, squeezing both hands gently, knowing that Momo and Eiji were doing the same. "There's a connection, more. It shows in our tennis but there's more to it than that."
"Yes," Oishi said quietly. "I felt it, you felt it. It's like something hooks into you and carries you along, letting you see clearly and reach further for each opportunity." He smiled at them both. "Golden Trio. That's what is."
"Oishi-senpai, that's amazing," Momo said. "That song I was telling you about, that's what I was writing. Not to give up hope, to look for the chance and take it."
"Momo." Eiji leaned back and crossed his arms. Eiji with his mussed hair trying to be stern looked so cute, Oishi thought.
"There's something you're not telling me, Momo. What's this about a song?"
After the second rendition, Oishi went for more drinks. It took another two rounds before they were singing to Momo's satisfaction, if somewhat off-key, and Inui insisted on rearranging the tables because he couldn't stand to hear it one more time. They settled around the table with their team, content to share glances and smiles during pauses in the conversation.
Another two hours passed with more beer and more sake and Echizen, eagerly backed up by Momo, demanded they order pizza for delivery to the bar, complaining how much cheaper it was in Sydney and New York. The pizzas helped to sober them up a little although that effect was soon reversed by the never-ending stream of toasts. Oishi knew the night was over when Momoshiro stood on the table and exhorted them all to lift their glasses with the words Yudan sezu ni ikou before falling off onto Kaidoh. The subsequent fight saw them thrown out of the bar and onto the street, Fuji and Eiji clinging to each other and trying to high-kick their way down the footpath, until Fuji tripped and fell into the gutter and Taka had to retrieve him.
Eiji spun around, dancing back down the pavement to step between Oishi and Momoshiro, singing the words of the crazy song Momo had taught them.
Nanimono ni mo egatai triangle
Kanpeki na sankakkei sou Golden Trio
Eiji's English pronunciation was no better than Momo's, and Oishi knew his wasn't really any good either from the sounds of Echizen's raucous catcalls, and none of them were helped by the alcohol. Eiji swung himself up between the two of them, hands on their shoulders, and Oishi frantically reached out to Momo to hold them steady. It didn't work and they crashed to a pile on the concrete, Eiji somewhere in the middle. Oishi's legs were tangled with Momo's and one arm was caught against the cool cement under Momo's hip, the other tucked between Eiji's and Momo's chests. Eiji lifted his head, giggling and singing and Momo reached up with a hand and pulled him down to kiss him.
Oishi was tangled up with them and Eiji's hair slipped through his fingers as he turned his head into the kiss, so Oishi brushed it away, watching the movement of lips and tongues as Momo pressed up into Eiji. The wet sounds they made together curled through his belly and he shifted closer, wanting more, his hand sliding up under Momo's t-shirt against hot, damp skin, fingers pressing over muscle until they slipped across a nipple, unable to resist rubbing against it. Momo moaned a breathy "Oishi-senpai" into Eiji's mouth and Oishi licked his dry lips. His fingers slid down to rub through the fine trail of hair down Momo's belly and caught beneath the band of his jeans as he watched Eiji slide down to mouth along the stubble of Momo's jaw, teeth scraping against the soft skin at the base of his throat.
"Oishi." Tezuka's voice sounded far away, lost in a babble of noise and Oishi heard his name repeated twice before he realised where he was and, more importantly, what they were doing on a public street two blocks from the JR Shinjuku station. He pulled himself away, shifting his knees under him and lifting a reluctant Eiji, hand tugging Momo's tank top back down over that tantalising belly. The babble became voices and Oishi shut his eyes as his face began to burn with embarrassment. The only voice that mattered right now belonged to Tezuka and the team slowly calmed as Tezuka insisted that Fuji put the damned tennis racket away and really, where had it come from in the first place? "That's enough," Tezuka yelled and Oishi, Momo and Eiji climbed sheepishly to their feet surrounded by silence.
It felt like junior high all over again although Oishi thought, somewhat hysterically, they'd never been falling-down drunk in public, or kissing and making out in public to bring Tezuka's wrath down upon them when they were fourteen. Eiji and Momo were pressed up against him, though, so he straightened, holding them strong and together.
"That's enough," Tezuka said again but his voice was quiet, warm, and Oishi's face cooled. "Take your Golden Trio home, Oishi, and call me tomorrow." Tezuka paused amidst a chorus of laughter and Eiji threw his arm around Momo's waist and a wicked grin at Fuji. "Take care of each other."
Oishi smiled at his captain as the chorus of goodnights started and the team broke up. "Come on, you two." Momo and Eiji grinned at him and they clasped their arms together across Oishi's back. Oishi wrapped his arms around their shoulders and laughed. "We're going to have rotten hangovers in the morning," he said, starting them down the road to the station and home and their future.