Fic: Without a Hitch (for longleggedgit)
Author/Artist: origami_angel
For: longleggidgit
Title: Without A Hitch
Characters: Oshitari Yuushi, Atobe Keigo, Akutagawa Jirou [Jirou POV mostly]
Rating: R to NC-17, I'd say.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi-sensei, not me. I just like messing around with his characters. :D
Warnings: Semi-public sex, Sex with clothes still on, Some frottage, Serious UST.
Summary: Jirou is resting under a tree one lunchtime when Oshitari offers to meet up with him in the nurse's office during their next class. Unbeknownst to Jirou, Oshitari has also invited Atobe to the nurse's office. Does Oshitari have an ulterior motive or is he just in it for the fun of it all?
Notes:This is my first time actually writing a threesome where there was sex and kissing and stuff. I'm sorry if it's awkward, 'kay? This is also my first time writing for an exchange comm, but the idea seemed fun, so I joined up haha. Thanks to my beta anjenue for helping me out. ♥
Jirou sighed as he watched Atobe walk by him once again. Atobe was on his cell phone and seemed to be having a very important conversation. A conversation that had nothing to with Jirou and therefore made him uninterested in finding out what Atobe was talking about. Atobe appeared to be whispering though, so clearly he didn’t want anyone to know just what he was talking about, or who he was talking to. Atobe was mean like that sometimes. Especially when Jirou actually wanted to know what Atobe was saying and who he was saying it to. But right now the conversation wasn’t that important to Jirou; he figured Atobe would probably tell him all about it later on anyway.
Jirou yawned and turned away, not really caring what was going on around him. Normally he’d try to stay awake during lunch times, but today he just wasn’t interested. Hiyoshi and Gakuto (the two he normally ate lunch with) were both mysteriously missing from school today, so instead he had come out to the front lawn and was currently lounging under a rather large tree.
It was his favourite tree to sleep under, although usually Gakuto and Hiyoshi were with him when he was sleeping here. If he wasn’t sleeping, the three of them would just sit under the tree and share their lunches or play cards or something. But if he was sleeping, Hiyoshi and Gakuto would just split their lunches between the two of them and save what they knew Jirou liked for when he woke up. His friends were nice like that.
Unlike Atobe, who often didn’t listen to him when he spoke. Atobe would invite him over sometimes and they’d lie around in Atobe’s bed (which had the comfy purple silk sheets) and Atobe would talk and talk and talk about things Jirou didn’t care about; but wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. Atobe liked to talk about hair products and skin creams and while Atobe seemed to think it was interesting conversation, it often just put Jirou to sleep. The hair products and skin creams did make Atobe’s hair soft and make his skin smell nice, so it was nice that Atobe used them; Jirou just didn’t want to hear about it.
Jirou yawned as he remembered the last time he’d been at Atobe’s house and how he’d woken up very nice dream to find silver hair hanging down into his face. Just what had Atobe been about to do when he’d woken up? Jirou could pretend that it had been because Atobe was going to kiss him, but he figured that he was probably just making things up. Just because he liked Atobe like that didn’t mean that Atobe liked him back.
In fact, Jirou was pretty sure Atobe had a crush on Oshitari. Or at least, he thought that Atobe had a crush on Oshitari. It was silly for Atobe to have a crush (if he did) on Oshitari since Oshitari liked girls (but Atobe smelled like a girl, so maybe it would be the same?). Atobe seemed to watch the tensai’s every move and was always asking him what his opinion was on clothes and books and things like that. He seemed way more interested in Oshitari than he did sleep sometimes. Which Jirou thought was ridiculous because sleep was clearly the most important thing in life. Well, besides tennis anyway.
Jirou yawned once more, now closing his eyes and curling up comfortably under the shade of the tree. Normally he’d place his head in the lap of who was closest out of Gakuto or Hiyoshi, but since neither was in school today, the roots of the tree would have to do. The roots definitely weren’t as comfortable as putting his head in someone’s lap, but they were the only thing around that could be substituted in place of a pillow. That was until he felt his head being lifted up and something soft that definitely felt like a pillow being placed under it.
He cracked an eye open and glanced up to see someone towering over him. He noticed something shiny on the person’s face, so apparently this person had glasses. He cracked his other eye open as the person knelt back down and smiled at him. Jirou squinted a little against the glare from the person’s glasses and then smiled back a little when he noticed who it was.
“Hello Jirou-kun. Nice day?” Oshitari asked as he sat down next to Jirou under the tree.
“Nice enough, I guess.” Jirou replied, covering his mouth as he yawned yet again.
“Have you seen Gakuto today?”
Jirou shook his head in response, moving it around on the soft pillow. “For some reason both he and Hiyoshi are missing today.” He frowned, scrunching his face up a little.
“Both of them?” Oshitari asked, tapping his chin. “Any idea why?”
Jirou shook his head again. “Nope. They’re just not here.” He frowned a little more, obviously annoyed that Oshitari had disturbed him when he was just about to fall asleep. True, the other had given him a pillow and that was nice of him, but he’d been planning to sleep, not have a conversation about why his friends weren’t here. But he couldn’t just tell Oshitari to go away.
“Hn. That’s rather odd. Think they might be out on a date or something?” Oshitari asked with an amused tone to his voice.
“What?! Ew. No. Hiyoshi pays too much attention to tennis to want to date either gender and you know for a fact that Gakkun is dating Sugimoto Yukari from the first year. You’re weird, Oshitari.”
“Just teasing, Jirou.” He chuckled a little and then got to his feet. “I was thinking of faking sick after lunch. Care to join me in the nurse’s office?”
“Why would I want to go with you?” Jirou asked, sitting up and tilting his head slightly.
“The nurse’s office has comfortable beds, does it not? You could sleep there. I’m sure it would be better for you than sleeping on the ground.”
Jirou contemplated this for a second before getting to his feet. “Yeah, okay. I’ll just tell the teacher I have a stomach-ache or something?”
“Or just fall asleep in class like you usually do? And when the teacher reprimands you for sleeping in his class again, you leave the room and go to the nurse’s office.”
“...Yeah, that sounds like a better idea.” Jirou laughed a little and dusted off his backside. “So, I’ll see you in like five minutes then?”
“It’s a date.” Oshitari replied, chuckling once more before walking off in the direction of the school and leaving a flustered looking Jirou behind him.
---
Jirou cleared his throat and walked into the nurse’s office, glancing around for the nurse. Apparently she wasn’t in here. Oh well, at least he could use one of the beds to take a nap. He only had Math class right now and he had a tutor for that class anyway, so even if he missed a class it didn’t matter. Maybe he should actually attend Math classes from time to time, but his parents were paying for him to have a tutor, so why let their money go to waste?
He giggled a little and sat down on one of the beds and toed off his indoor shoes. Yep, the beds were just as comfy as he remembered. He lay back on the bed and glanced around. Still no sign of Oshitari. Maybe he hadn’t been able to successfully fake sick or someone had caught him in the halls without a hall pass?
Oh well, Jirou would just use this time to get in the sleep that he didn’t get during lunch. And if Oshitari showed up, he showed up. If he didn’t, at least Jirou could get in a nap before afternoon practice. He curled his right arm under the pillow, moved into the foetal position and then found himself drifting off into sleep.
Only to be awoken minutes later by someone very insistently poking him in the cheek. He swatted at the hand and made a very unimpressed noise, rolling away from whoever was interrupting his sleep.
“Jirou... Wake up.”
“Go ‘way, sleeping...” Jirou muttered, curling up just a bit more.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Oshitari stated, sitting down on the side of the bed and running his fingers through Jirou’s hair. “...I didn’t exactly ask you to join me in here so that we could sleep, you know.”
Jirou rolled onto his back and stared up at Oshitari through sleep-clouded eyes. “Then why would you have asked me here..?”
“Can you not think of a reason?”
“No?”
“Silly, naive Jirou...” Oshitari smirked and moved so that he was basically straddling the shorter male.
“...” Jirou swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn’t known was there and then stared up at Oshitari.
Oshitari touched Jirou’s face and then leant down to press his lips against Jirou’s lips. Jirou stared up into Oshitari’s eyes as the other kissed him. Oshitari’s lips felt...nice against his, but they just weren’t what he wanted. He turned his head to the side so that Oshitari’s lips landed on his cheek instead. It just didn’t feel right kissing him.
“Something wrong?” Oshitari stared at Jirou from behind his lenses, trying to figure out just why Jirou had stopped.
Jirou simply nodded, still looking away from Oshitari.
“Do you plan to tell me what it is?” He watched Jirou shake his head and chuckled a little. “Hn, that’s fine. As I already know that you like someone else...”
“Y-you already know?” Jirou turned to face Oshitari, his eyes wide.
“Everyone already knows, darling.”
“EH?!”
“Well...not everyone.”
“...Not everyone? Who doesn’t know?”
“The one person you’re keeping it from, of course.” Oshitari chuckled again and buried his face in Jirou’s neck. “But just because I’m aware of the fact that you like someone else doesn’t mean I’m not going to continue...”
“...Why?”
“I’m rather enamoured with you, you see.”
“Eh? Why with me?”
Oshitari picked his head up and looked at Jirou, tapping his chin a few times. “Hn, I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because you’re so cute.”
Jirou blushed and turned his head away yet again. Oshitari was a meanie. A big, big meanie. And Jirou was going to let him know it. He pounded on Oshitari’s chest a little and frowned. “You’re a big meanie!”
“...How so?”
“...Y-you just are!” Jirou shouted, pounding on the other’s chest a little more before Oshitari grabbed him by the wrists and held his hands above his head. “H-hey!”
Oshitari simply laughed and began kissing Jirou again, slowly unbuttoning Jirou’s shirt with the hand that wasn’t holding onto Jirou’s wrists. He soon began to kiss down the other’s chest as he continued to undo the buttons. Hn, Jirou’s skin really was awfully pale, wasn’t it? His kiss-marks would definitely show up then. He chuckled a little again and then kissed farther down Jirou’s chest until he reached his navel.
Dipping his tongue in slowly, he smirked just a little when he heard a soft moan escape Jirou’s lips. At least he knew Jirou was enjoying it. He continued down the other’s body until he stopped at the top of Jirou’s pants and fiddled with his belt buckle before pulling it open, soon after unbuttoning the shorter male’s uniform pants and pulling them down his hips and then letting them fall to the floor next to the bed.
Just as he was about to put his mouth on the other’s half-hard erection, he heard the door to the nurse’s office slide open behind him.
“Oshitari, Ore-sama is here. What was it that you... WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!”
Oshitari smirked and lifted his head from Jirou’s thigh and turned to face Atobe. “Atobe, how nice of you to join us.”
“Explain yourself.” Atobe stated as he closed and locked the door to the nurse’s office behind him.
Oshitari watched as Atobe strode across the office and sat down on the bed just opposite them before he spoke. “Well, you see... it’s a matter of... love.”
“Love?”
“Yes, love. “ Oshitari replied, sitting up on the bed and facing Atobe. “I was trying to let Jirou here know just how love could come into play.”
“By taking advantage of him in nurse’s office of all places? Ore-sama doesn’t see what this has to do with anything.”
“Not much honestly.” Oshitari admitted. “I just wanted to...help him out with something.”
“With what?” Atobe asked.
“Well, you see... Jirou-kun here has never been in a relationship.”
Jirou spluttered from behind Oshitari and angrily pounded his now released fists into the mattress. “I have too been in a relationship!”
“Oh?” Oshitari questioned, turning to face Jirou. “And just when was this?”
“I dated Marui in our third year of middle school!”
“You buying him expensive sweets in exchange for him letting you hold his hand in public is not really a relationship, I’m afraid. Besides, it only lasted three weeks, did it not?”
“...Yeah.” Jirou frowned and crossed his arms.
“And the reason it stopped was because he found out you actually had a shrine to him in your bedroom, right?”
“Shut up.” Jirou said before smacking Oshitari in the chest lightly. He frowned more and sat back on the bed, staring down at the bed sheets. He didn’t really feel like looking at either Oshitari or Atobe, at least until he felt the bed get lighter when Oshitari got off of it and looked up to find him advancing on Atobe.
“So, Keigo...what do you say we show Jirou-kun what it’s like when love is involved, nn?” Oshitari asked as he sat down next to Atobe on the other bed, smiling just so.
“Sounds like a fine idea to me, Yuushi.” Atobe stated before reaching out to wrap Oshitari’s tie around his fist, soon after pressing their lips together roughly.
Jirou gulped then, an odd aching developing in his lower regions as he watched Atobe slide his tongue into Oshitari’s mouth just seconds before he pulled Oshitari on top of him. He continued to watch them, his left hand slowly moving down his body and into his underwear as Oshitari took the chance to flip Atobe over on the bed.
Jirou watched as Atobe and Oshitari kissed, the ache in his lower regions getting worse and worse as time went on. He couldn’t help but feel aroused as he watched Atobe kiss along Oshitari’s neck before stopping for a few seconds and looking at the other. He heard Atobe whisper something to Oshitari, but he couldn’t hear it from his spot on the other side of the room.
He would just have to get closer.
Removing his hand from the inside of his underwear, he got up from the bed and walked over to where Oshitari and Atobe were. He cleared his throat so that they would realize that he was still in the room and found himself blushing a little when they both looked at him.
“Oh right, I’d almost forgotten.” Oshitari stated and reached into his pockets for something. “Can’t really do anything without these, now can we?”
Jirou’s eyes went wide as he saw Oshitari pull out a few condoms and a bottle of lube. He actually carried that stuff around with him all day? Wow, he definitely had more guts than Jirou had originally thought. He waited until Oshitari had handed the condoms and lube to Atobe before joining both of them on the bed. He swallowed and stared at Atobe, hoping he would kiss him in the way he’d just watched him kiss Oshitari.
“...A-Atobe?” Jirou choked out, staring at the other’s lips.
“Yes, Jirou?” Atobe asked, his fingers running over the package of condoms.
“C-could you kiss me like that?”
Oshitari chuckled at Jirou’s question, knowing that Atobe would be all too eager to kiss the blond boy. After all, Jirou was all Atobe seemed to talk about when they were alone together. It really was quite annoying when the person you were sleeping with talked about someone else, but Oshitari was a generous person and really had no problem with sharing Atobe with someone as cute as Jirou. He slid out from under Atobe and sat at the end of the bed behind Jirou.
“Ore-sama supposes he could.” Atobe smiled and reached out to touch Jirou’s face momentarily before pushing their lips together.
Jirou assumed that he had died and gone to heaven the very moment that Atobe’s lips had touched his. It was something he’d always dreamed of and he’d never expected it to feel this...good. Clearly Atobe was very good at what he did, and that mouth was better used for kissing instead of yelling at their fellow teammates during practice for being idiots.
He climbed on top of Atobe and kissed him harder, enjoying the feel of the taller male’s tongue against his own. Yeah, this was definitely much better than just holding hands with Marui in public. Much, much better. He was glad he’d gotten over that crush on Marui and moved onto someone else.
He smiled as much as he could with someone else’s tongue in his mouth as he pressed down against Atobe. Gasping soon after as he felt that his underwear was being pulled down to his thighs and then the very distinct feeling of something being pressed inside his rear. He momentarily stopped kissing Atobe to turn his head and find out that Oshitari had indeed begun stretching him out. Well, that certainly was an odd feeling, but not one that was entirely unwelcome. He gasped again as he felt Oshitari add a second finger, moving them around inside him quickly at first and then slower.
“Ah...” Jirou breathed out and then pressed down hard against Atobe only to find Atobe pressing back against him.
Within seconds, Jirou found himself lost in ecstasy. The feeling of having Oshitari’s fingers in his rear while Atobe rubbed his pelvis against Jirou’s was just enough to almost send him over the edge. He moaned softly into Atobe’s neck and pushed back against the intruding fingers.
“He’s just about ready, Keigo.” Oshitari stated, pulling his fingers slowly out of Jirou before pushing them back in.
“Good.” Atobe replied and smiled over at Oshitari. “Take his underwear off, would you Yuushi?”
Oshitari complied all too quickly, soon after helping Jirou climb off of Atobe. Jirou frowned at this (he’d been enjoying himself, damn it!), but soon got over it once he realized it was just so that they could change positions. He lay back on the bed and watched as Oshitari began to undo Atobe’s pants. Once Atobe’s pants were pulled off to his ankles, Atobe pulled his erection out of his underwear and before bending over Jirou, slid one of the condoms onto his hardened length.
Jirou mewled as Atobe pushed inside him, his insides immediately clenching around the welcomed intrusion. He pulled Atobe down to him by his arms and kissed the other as the taller boy pumped in and out of him. This was definitely something he could get used to. Providing he’d ever get to do this past just today.
He could never have imagined being in this position with Atobe ever. Well, maybe in his dreams (in fact he’d dreamed about it several times), but never outside of it. He was just supposed to be his best friend who listened to his problems and stuff, but now... well now something was very different. And he was welcoming this different feeling. And would welcome it again and again if opportunity arose.
He gasped into Atobe’s mouth as Atobe pounded into him harder, feeling his climax inching closer. But it wouldn’t be good if he came this early, so he would try to let it last as long as he could. Suddenly, something felt a little odd. It was as if Atobe was being pushed into him so far that he would soon break. Pulling away from Atobe’s mouth for a few seconds, he looked up to see Oshitari behind Atobe. And Oshitari was very much pumping into Atobe while Atobe thrust into Jirou. Jirou didn’t even know it was humanly possible for such a thing to happen, but well...it seemed to be happening so maybe it wasn’t as farfetched as he thought.
He groaned against Atobe’s neck as every thrust that Oshitari took into Atobe pushed Atobe farther and farther into Jirou. Okay, this was definitely the greatest thing he had ever done. Playing all those awesome tennis matches and sleeping on Atobe’s silk sheets didn’t compare in the slightest to what they were doing right now. He couldn’t wait until later when he’d get to brag to Hiyoshi and Gakuto about how he’d got to have sex with Atobe and Oshitari at the same time. That was definitely something that neither of his friends could say they’d done.
Arching his hips upward as his orgasm washed over him, Jirou panted against Atobe’s jugular vein before biting down hard on the taller male’s neck. He mewled against Atobe’s neck as he felt the other come hard inside of him. Yes, this was by far the best thing he’d ever done in his life. He slumped back on the bed, panting hard as he rode his climax, smiling a little when Atobe collapsed on top of him.
Jirou smiled over Atobe’s shoulder at Oshitari and mouthed a “thank you” to him. Oshitari simply nodded and slipped out of Atobe, pulling the used condom off as he climbed off the bed. Oshitari pulled his pants back up, buttoned and zipped them and then headed for the door. He’d done his job and now it was time for Atobe and Jirou to bond.
Of course he’d miss being with Atobe, but maybe it was due time to go off and find someone else to get his rocks off with. He’d kept Atobe to himself for years, so now it was time to let him find happiness with Jirou. The two boys were head over heels for each other after all and it was no longer his place to interfere. He’d gotten them together and that was what mattered.
As he unlocked the door to the nurse’s office and then slowly closed it behind him, he smiled to himself at a job well done. It wasn’t every day that he got two friends together and got to have sex at the same time so he was rather proud of himself.
Of course, now it was up to him to pay a visit to his dear cousin Kenya over in Osaka to see if he could help with getting the stick out of his Kenya’s arse. After all, he knew that Kenya had more than just a fondness for his underclassmen Zaizen.
Whether or not he could get them together was a whole other matter though, because right now he was more interested in getting to the locker room and taking a shower before heading anywhere. Explaining to his mother why he smelled like sex was not a conversation he wished to have. But before he could think about going to the locker room, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.
Fishing the phone out of his pocket, he flipped it open and leant against the nearest wall. “Moshi moshi?”
“Just where do you think you’re going Yuushi?”
“Hn? Oh, I was planning on heading home.” Oshitari answered, fiddling with the charm on his phone that he’d gotten from Atobe for his 15th birthday.
“Ore-sama doesn’t think so.” Atobe replied, running his fingers along Jirou’s hip.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Now if you know what’s good for you, you will turn around and head back to the nurse’s office.”
“Well, that does sound like a better prospect than heading home.”
“Of course it does. See you soon, Yuushi.” Atobe stated before hanging up the phone and kissing Jirou softly.
Oshitari closed his phone over and slid it into his pocket again before turning around to head back in the direction of the nurse’s office. He smirked as he walked down the school hallway, winking at a few underclassmen and chuckling as he heard the high pitched squeals. Yes, today had definitely been a good day for Oshitari Yuushi. And tomorrow would be even better once everyone saw his good work at finally getting Atobe and Jirou together.
He was a master matchmaker after all, and things had gone off without a hitch.
---
~Omake~
“You know something, Wakashi?” Gakuto asked as he drew circles on the younger male’s chest with his finger.
“Nn?” Hiyoshi asked, glancing away from his book to look down at Gakuto.
“I think we need to tell everyone the truth.”
“About what exactly? That you never actually were dating Sugimoto-san or that you take it instead of giving it?”
“HEY! NOT FA -” Gakuto protested before Hiyoshi leaned down to kiss him roughly.
Jirou pounded up the stairs to Hiyoshi’s bedroom and threw the door open. “Hey! You guys will never believe what happened today at school -- EH?!”
The last thing Gakuto and Hiyoshi heard after Jirou’s voice was a loud thump as the blond boy hit the floor. The two scrambled out of the bed to check on Jirou as soon as they heard him fall. Hiyoshi leaned down to check him out while Gakuto stood above them panicking.
“...Is he okay?” Gakuto asked, wringing his hands.
Hiyoshi looked up at Gakuto and nodded. “Yeah, he’s fine. In fact, he’s... snoring.” He shook his head and then got to his feet, holding Gakuto to his side.
Well, at least Jirou now knew why both his friends had been mysteriously missing from school that day. He just wished he would have been able to find it out a different way. At least Hiyoshi’s bedroom floor was comfortable, but the least his friends could have done was move him somewhere else.
Some friends they were.
For: longleggidgit
Title: Without A Hitch
Characters: Oshitari Yuushi, Atobe Keigo, Akutagawa Jirou [Jirou POV mostly]
Rating: R to NC-17, I'd say.
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi-sensei, not me. I just like messing around with his characters. :D
Warnings: Semi-public sex, Sex with clothes still on, Some frottage, Serious UST.
Summary: Jirou is resting under a tree one lunchtime when Oshitari offers to meet up with him in the nurse's office during their next class. Unbeknownst to Jirou, Oshitari has also invited Atobe to the nurse's office. Does Oshitari have an ulterior motive or is he just in it for the fun of it all?
Notes:This is my first time actually writing a threesome where there was sex and kissing and stuff. I'm sorry if it's awkward, 'kay? This is also my first time writing for an exchange comm, but the idea seemed fun, so I joined up haha. Thanks to my beta anjenue for helping me out. ♥
Jirou sighed as he watched Atobe walk by him once again. Atobe was on his cell phone and seemed to be having a very important conversation. A conversation that had nothing to with Jirou and therefore made him uninterested in finding out what Atobe was talking about. Atobe appeared to be whispering though, so clearly he didn’t want anyone to know just what he was talking about, or who he was talking to. Atobe was mean like that sometimes. Especially when Jirou actually wanted to know what Atobe was saying and who he was saying it to. But right now the conversation wasn’t that important to Jirou; he figured Atobe would probably tell him all about it later on anyway.
Jirou yawned and turned away, not really caring what was going on around him. Normally he’d try to stay awake during lunch times, but today he just wasn’t interested. Hiyoshi and Gakuto (the two he normally ate lunch with) were both mysteriously missing from school today, so instead he had come out to the front lawn and was currently lounging under a rather large tree.
It was his favourite tree to sleep under, although usually Gakuto and Hiyoshi were with him when he was sleeping here. If he wasn’t sleeping, the three of them would just sit under the tree and share their lunches or play cards or something. But if he was sleeping, Hiyoshi and Gakuto would just split their lunches between the two of them and save what they knew Jirou liked for when he woke up. His friends were nice like that.
Unlike Atobe, who often didn’t listen to him when he spoke. Atobe would invite him over sometimes and they’d lie around in Atobe’s bed (which had the comfy purple silk sheets) and Atobe would talk and talk and talk about things Jirou didn’t care about; but wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. Atobe liked to talk about hair products and skin creams and while Atobe seemed to think it was interesting conversation, it often just put Jirou to sleep. The hair products and skin creams did make Atobe’s hair soft and make his skin smell nice, so it was nice that Atobe used them; Jirou just didn’t want to hear about it.
Jirou yawned as he remembered the last time he’d been at Atobe’s house and how he’d woken up very nice dream to find silver hair hanging down into his face. Just what had Atobe been about to do when he’d woken up? Jirou could pretend that it had been because Atobe was going to kiss him, but he figured that he was probably just making things up. Just because he liked Atobe like that didn’t mean that Atobe liked him back.
In fact, Jirou was pretty sure Atobe had a crush on Oshitari. Or at least, he thought that Atobe had a crush on Oshitari. It was silly for Atobe to have a crush (if he did) on Oshitari since Oshitari liked girls (but Atobe smelled like a girl, so maybe it would be the same?). Atobe seemed to watch the tensai’s every move and was always asking him what his opinion was on clothes and books and things like that. He seemed way more interested in Oshitari than he did sleep sometimes. Which Jirou thought was ridiculous because sleep was clearly the most important thing in life. Well, besides tennis anyway.
Jirou yawned once more, now closing his eyes and curling up comfortably under the shade of the tree. Normally he’d place his head in the lap of who was closest out of Gakuto or Hiyoshi, but since neither was in school today, the roots of the tree would have to do. The roots definitely weren’t as comfortable as putting his head in someone’s lap, but they were the only thing around that could be substituted in place of a pillow. That was until he felt his head being lifted up and something soft that definitely felt like a pillow being placed under it.
He cracked an eye open and glanced up to see someone towering over him. He noticed something shiny on the person’s face, so apparently this person had glasses. He cracked his other eye open as the person knelt back down and smiled at him. Jirou squinted a little against the glare from the person’s glasses and then smiled back a little when he noticed who it was.
“Hello Jirou-kun. Nice day?” Oshitari asked as he sat down next to Jirou under the tree.
“Nice enough, I guess.” Jirou replied, covering his mouth as he yawned yet again.
“Have you seen Gakuto today?”
Jirou shook his head in response, moving it around on the soft pillow. “For some reason both he and Hiyoshi are missing today.” He frowned, scrunching his face up a little.
“Both of them?” Oshitari asked, tapping his chin. “Any idea why?”
Jirou shook his head again. “Nope. They’re just not here.” He frowned a little more, obviously annoyed that Oshitari had disturbed him when he was just about to fall asleep. True, the other had given him a pillow and that was nice of him, but he’d been planning to sleep, not have a conversation about why his friends weren’t here. But he couldn’t just tell Oshitari to go away.
“Hn. That’s rather odd. Think they might be out on a date or something?” Oshitari asked with an amused tone to his voice.
“What?! Ew. No. Hiyoshi pays too much attention to tennis to want to date either gender and you know for a fact that Gakkun is dating Sugimoto Yukari from the first year. You’re weird, Oshitari.”
“Just teasing, Jirou.” He chuckled a little and then got to his feet. “I was thinking of faking sick after lunch. Care to join me in the nurse’s office?”
“Why would I want to go with you?” Jirou asked, sitting up and tilting his head slightly.
“The nurse’s office has comfortable beds, does it not? You could sleep there. I’m sure it would be better for you than sleeping on the ground.”
Jirou contemplated this for a second before getting to his feet. “Yeah, okay. I’ll just tell the teacher I have a stomach-ache or something?”
“Or just fall asleep in class like you usually do? And when the teacher reprimands you for sleeping in his class again, you leave the room and go to the nurse’s office.”
“...Yeah, that sounds like a better idea.” Jirou laughed a little and dusted off his backside. “So, I’ll see you in like five minutes then?”
“It’s a date.” Oshitari replied, chuckling once more before walking off in the direction of the school and leaving a flustered looking Jirou behind him.
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Jirou cleared his throat and walked into the nurse’s office, glancing around for the nurse. Apparently she wasn’t in here. Oh well, at least he could use one of the beds to take a nap. He only had Math class right now and he had a tutor for that class anyway, so even if he missed a class it didn’t matter. Maybe he should actually attend Math classes from time to time, but his parents were paying for him to have a tutor, so why let their money go to waste?
He giggled a little and sat down on one of the beds and toed off his indoor shoes. Yep, the beds were just as comfy as he remembered. He lay back on the bed and glanced around. Still no sign of Oshitari. Maybe he hadn’t been able to successfully fake sick or someone had caught him in the halls without a hall pass?
Oh well, Jirou would just use this time to get in the sleep that he didn’t get during lunch. And if Oshitari showed up, he showed up. If he didn’t, at least Jirou could get in a nap before afternoon practice. He curled his right arm under the pillow, moved into the foetal position and then found himself drifting off into sleep.
Only to be awoken minutes later by someone very insistently poking him in the cheek. He swatted at the hand and made a very unimpressed noise, rolling away from whoever was interrupting his sleep.
“Jirou... Wake up.”
“Go ‘way, sleeping...” Jirou muttered, curling up just a bit more.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Oshitari stated, sitting down on the side of the bed and running his fingers through Jirou’s hair. “...I didn’t exactly ask you to join me in here so that we could sleep, you know.”
Jirou rolled onto his back and stared up at Oshitari through sleep-clouded eyes. “Then why would you have asked me here..?”
“Can you not think of a reason?”
“No?”
“Silly, naive Jirou...” Oshitari smirked and moved so that he was basically straddling the shorter male.
“...” Jirou swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn’t known was there and then stared up at Oshitari.
Oshitari touched Jirou’s face and then leant down to press his lips against Jirou’s lips. Jirou stared up into Oshitari’s eyes as the other kissed him. Oshitari’s lips felt...nice against his, but they just weren’t what he wanted. He turned his head to the side so that Oshitari’s lips landed on his cheek instead. It just didn’t feel right kissing him.
“Something wrong?” Oshitari stared at Jirou from behind his lenses, trying to figure out just why Jirou had stopped.
Jirou simply nodded, still looking away from Oshitari.
“Do you plan to tell me what it is?” He watched Jirou shake his head and chuckled a little. “Hn, that’s fine. As I already know that you like someone else...”
“Y-you already know?” Jirou turned to face Oshitari, his eyes wide.
“Everyone already knows, darling.”
“EH?!”
“Well...not everyone.”
“...Not everyone? Who doesn’t know?”
“The one person you’re keeping it from, of course.” Oshitari chuckled again and buried his face in Jirou’s neck. “But just because I’m aware of the fact that you like someone else doesn’t mean I’m not going to continue...”
“...Why?”
“I’m rather enamoured with you, you see.”
“Eh? Why with me?”
Oshitari picked his head up and looked at Jirou, tapping his chin a few times. “Hn, I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because you’re so cute.”
Jirou blushed and turned his head away yet again. Oshitari was a meanie. A big, big meanie. And Jirou was going to let him know it. He pounded on Oshitari’s chest a little and frowned. “You’re a big meanie!”
“...How so?”
“...Y-you just are!” Jirou shouted, pounding on the other’s chest a little more before Oshitari grabbed him by the wrists and held his hands above his head. “H-hey!”
Oshitari simply laughed and began kissing Jirou again, slowly unbuttoning Jirou’s shirt with the hand that wasn’t holding onto Jirou’s wrists. He soon began to kiss down the other’s chest as he continued to undo the buttons. Hn, Jirou’s skin really was awfully pale, wasn’t it? His kiss-marks would definitely show up then. He chuckled a little again and then kissed farther down Jirou’s chest until he reached his navel.
Dipping his tongue in slowly, he smirked just a little when he heard a soft moan escape Jirou’s lips. At least he knew Jirou was enjoying it. He continued down the other’s body until he stopped at the top of Jirou’s pants and fiddled with his belt buckle before pulling it open, soon after unbuttoning the shorter male’s uniform pants and pulling them down his hips and then letting them fall to the floor next to the bed.
Just as he was about to put his mouth on the other’s half-hard erection, he heard the door to the nurse’s office slide open behind him.
“Oshitari, Ore-sama is here. What was it that you... WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!”
Oshitari smirked and lifted his head from Jirou’s thigh and turned to face Atobe. “Atobe, how nice of you to join us.”
“Explain yourself.” Atobe stated as he closed and locked the door to the nurse’s office behind him.
Oshitari watched as Atobe strode across the office and sat down on the bed just opposite them before he spoke. “Well, you see... it’s a matter of... love.”
“Love?”
“Yes, love. “ Oshitari replied, sitting up on the bed and facing Atobe. “I was trying to let Jirou here know just how love could come into play.”
“By taking advantage of him in nurse’s office of all places? Ore-sama doesn’t see what this has to do with anything.”
“Not much honestly.” Oshitari admitted. “I just wanted to...help him out with something.”
“With what?” Atobe asked.
“Well, you see... Jirou-kun here has never been in a relationship.”
Jirou spluttered from behind Oshitari and angrily pounded his now released fists into the mattress. “I have too been in a relationship!”
“Oh?” Oshitari questioned, turning to face Jirou. “And just when was this?”
“I dated Marui in our third year of middle school!”
“You buying him expensive sweets in exchange for him letting you hold his hand in public is not really a relationship, I’m afraid. Besides, it only lasted three weeks, did it not?”
“...Yeah.” Jirou frowned and crossed his arms.
“And the reason it stopped was because he found out you actually had a shrine to him in your bedroom, right?”
“Shut up.” Jirou said before smacking Oshitari in the chest lightly. He frowned more and sat back on the bed, staring down at the bed sheets. He didn’t really feel like looking at either Oshitari or Atobe, at least until he felt the bed get lighter when Oshitari got off of it and looked up to find him advancing on Atobe.
“So, Keigo...what do you say we show Jirou-kun what it’s like when love is involved, nn?” Oshitari asked as he sat down next to Atobe on the other bed, smiling just so.
“Sounds like a fine idea to me, Yuushi.” Atobe stated before reaching out to wrap Oshitari’s tie around his fist, soon after pressing their lips together roughly.
Jirou gulped then, an odd aching developing in his lower regions as he watched Atobe slide his tongue into Oshitari’s mouth just seconds before he pulled Oshitari on top of him. He continued to watch them, his left hand slowly moving down his body and into his underwear as Oshitari took the chance to flip Atobe over on the bed.
Jirou watched as Atobe and Oshitari kissed, the ache in his lower regions getting worse and worse as time went on. He couldn’t help but feel aroused as he watched Atobe kiss along Oshitari’s neck before stopping for a few seconds and looking at the other. He heard Atobe whisper something to Oshitari, but he couldn’t hear it from his spot on the other side of the room.
He would just have to get closer.
Removing his hand from the inside of his underwear, he got up from the bed and walked over to where Oshitari and Atobe were. He cleared his throat so that they would realize that he was still in the room and found himself blushing a little when they both looked at him.
“Oh right, I’d almost forgotten.” Oshitari stated and reached into his pockets for something. “Can’t really do anything without these, now can we?”
Jirou’s eyes went wide as he saw Oshitari pull out a few condoms and a bottle of lube. He actually carried that stuff around with him all day? Wow, he definitely had more guts than Jirou had originally thought. He waited until Oshitari had handed the condoms and lube to Atobe before joining both of them on the bed. He swallowed and stared at Atobe, hoping he would kiss him in the way he’d just watched him kiss Oshitari.
“...A-Atobe?” Jirou choked out, staring at the other’s lips.
“Yes, Jirou?” Atobe asked, his fingers running over the package of condoms.
“C-could you kiss me like that?”
Oshitari chuckled at Jirou’s question, knowing that Atobe would be all too eager to kiss the blond boy. After all, Jirou was all Atobe seemed to talk about when they were alone together. It really was quite annoying when the person you were sleeping with talked about someone else, but Oshitari was a generous person and really had no problem with sharing Atobe with someone as cute as Jirou. He slid out from under Atobe and sat at the end of the bed behind Jirou.
“Ore-sama supposes he could.” Atobe smiled and reached out to touch Jirou’s face momentarily before pushing their lips together.
Jirou assumed that he had died and gone to heaven the very moment that Atobe’s lips had touched his. It was something he’d always dreamed of and he’d never expected it to feel this...good. Clearly Atobe was very good at what he did, and that mouth was better used for kissing instead of yelling at their fellow teammates during practice for being idiots.
He climbed on top of Atobe and kissed him harder, enjoying the feel of the taller male’s tongue against his own. Yeah, this was definitely much better than just holding hands with Marui in public. Much, much better. He was glad he’d gotten over that crush on Marui and moved onto someone else.
He smiled as much as he could with someone else’s tongue in his mouth as he pressed down against Atobe. Gasping soon after as he felt that his underwear was being pulled down to his thighs and then the very distinct feeling of something being pressed inside his rear. He momentarily stopped kissing Atobe to turn his head and find out that Oshitari had indeed begun stretching him out. Well, that certainly was an odd feeling, but not one that was entirely unwelcome. He gasped again as he felt Oshitari add a second finger, moving them around inside him quickly at first and then slower.
“Ah...” Jirou breathed out and then pressed down hard against Atobe only to find Atobe pressing back against him.
Within seconds, Jirou found himself lost in ecstasy. The feeling of having Oshitari’s fingers in his rear while Atobe rubbed his pelvis against Jirou’s was just enough to almost send him over the edge. He moaned softly into Atobe’s neck and pushed back against the intruding fingers.
“He’s just about ready, Keigo.” Oshitari stated, pulling his fingers slowly out of Jirou before pushing them back in.
“Good.” Atobe replied and smiled over at Oshitari. “Take his underwear off, would you Yuushi?”
Oshitari complied all too quickly, soon after helping Jirou climb off of Atobe. Jirou frowned at this (he’d been enjoying himself, damn it!), but soon got over it once he realized it was just so that they could change positions. He lay back on the bed and watched as Oshitari began to undo Atobe’s pants. Once Atobe’s pants were pulled off to his ankles, Atobe pulled his erection out of his underwear and before bending over Jirou, slid one of the condoms onto his hardened length.
Jirou mewled as Atobe pushed inside him, his insides immediately clenching around the welcomed intrusion. He pulled Atobe down to him by his arms and kissed the other as the taller boy pumped in and out of him. This was definitely something he could get used to. Providing he’d ever get to do this past just today.
He could never have imagined being in this position with Atobe ever. Well, maybe in his dreams (in fact he’d dreamed about it several times), but never outside of it. He was just supposed to be his best friend who listened to his problems and stuff, but now... well now something was very different. And he was welcoming this different feeling. And would welcome it again and again if opportunity arose.
He gasped into Atobe’s mouth as Atobe pounded into him harder, feeling his climax inching closer. But it wouldn’t be good if he came this early, so he would try to let it last as long as he could. Suddenly, something felt a little odd. It was as if Atobe was being pushed into him so far that he would soon break. Pulling away from Atobe’s mouth for a few seconds, he looked up to see Oshitari behind Atobe. And Oshitari was very much pumping into Atobe while Atobe thrust into Jirou. Jirou didn’t even know it was humanly possible for such a thing to happen, but well...it seemed to be happening so maybe it wasn’t as farfetched as he thought.
He groaned against Atobe’s neck as every thrust that Oshitari took into Atobe pushed Atobe farther and farther into Jirou. Okay, this was definitely the greatest thing he had ever done. Playing all those awesome tennis matches and sleeping on Atobe’s silk sheets didn’t compare in the slightest to what they were doing right now. He couldn’t wait until later when he’d get to brag to Hiyoshi and Gakuto about how he’d got to have sex with Atobe and Oshitari at the same time. That was definitely something that neither of his friends could say they’d done.
Arching his hips upward as his orgasm washed over him, Jirou panted against Atobe’s jugular vein before biting down hard on the taller male’s neck. He mewled against Atobe’s neck as he felt the other come hard inside of him. Yes, this was by far the best thing he’d ever done in his life. He slumped back on the bed, panting hard as he rode his climax, smiling a little when Atobe collapsed on top of him.
Jirou smiled over Atobe’s shoulder at Oshitari and mouthed a “thank you” to him. Oshitari simply nodded and slipped out of Atobe, pulling the used condom off as he climbed off the bed. Oshitari pulled his pants back up, buttoned and zipped them and then headed for the door. He’d done his job and now it was time for Atobe and Jirou to bond.
Of course he’d miss being with Atobe, but maybe it was due time to go off and find someone else to get his rocks off with. He’d kept Atobe to himself for years, so now it was time to let him find happiness with Jirou. The two boys were head over heels for each other after all and it was no longer his place to interfere. He’d gotten them together and that was what mattered.
As he unlocked the door to the nurse’s office and then slowly closed it behind him, he smiled to himself at a job well done. It wasn’t every day that he got two friends together and got to have sex at the same time so he was rather proud of himself.
Of course, now it was up to him to pay a visit to his dear cousin Kenya over in Osaka to see if he could help with getting the stick out of his Kenya’s arse. After all, he knew that Kenya had more than just a fondness for his underclassmen Zaizen.
Whether or not he could get them together was a whole other matter though, because right now he was more interested in getting to the locker room and taking a shower before heading anywhere. Explaining to his mother why he smelled like sex was not a conversation he wished to have. But before he could think about going to the locker room, he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.
Fishing the phone out of his pocket, he flipped it open and leant against the nearest wall. “Moshi moshi?”
“Just where do you think you’re going Yuushi?”
“Hn? Oh, I was planning on heading home.” Oshitari answered, fiddling with the charm on his phone that he’d gotten from Atobe for his 15th birthday.
“Ore-sama doesn’t think so.” Atobe replied, running his fingers along Jirou’s hip.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Now if you know what’s good for you, you will turn around and head back to the nurse’s office.”
“Well, that does sound like a better prospect than heading home.”
“Of course it does. See you soon, Yuushi.” Atobe stated before hanging up the phone and kissing Jirou softly.
Oshitari closed his phone over and slid it into his pocket again before turning around to head back in the direction of the nurse’s office. He smirked as he walked down the school hallway, winking at a few underclassmen and chuckling as he heard the high pitched squeals. Yes, today had definitely been a good day for Oshitari Yuushi. And tomorrow would be even better once everyone saw his good work at finally getting Atobe and Jirou together.
He was a master matchmaker after all, and things had gone off without a hitch.
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~Omake~
“You know something, Wakashi?” Gakuto asked as he drew circles on the younger male’s chest with his finger.
“Nn?” Hiyoshi asked, glancing away from his book to look down at Gakuto.
“I think we need to tell everyone the truth.”
“About what exactly? That you never actually were dating Sugimoto-san or that you take it instead of giving it?”
“HEY! NOT FA -” Gakuto protested before Hiyoshi leaned down to kiss him roughly.
Jirou pounded up the stairs to Hiyoshi’s bedroom and threw the door open. “Hey! You guys will never believe what happened today at school -- EH?!”
The last thing Gakuto and Hiyoshi heard after Jirou’s voice was a loud thump as the blond boy hit the floor. The two scrambled out of the bed to check on Jirou as soon as they heard him fall. Hiyoshi leaned down to check him out while Gakuto stood above them panicking.
“...Is he okay?” Gakuto asked, wringing his hands.
Hiyoshi looked up at Gakuto and nodded. “Yeah, he’s fine. In fact, he’s... snoring.” He shook his head and then got to his feet, holding Gakuto to his side.
Well, at least Jirou now knew why both his friends had been mysteriously missing from school that day. He just wished he would have been able to find it out a different way. At least Hiyoshi’s bedroom floor was comfortable, but the least his friends could have done was move him somewhere else.
Some friends they were.