Bottled [R; Fuji/Yuuta]
Title: Bottled
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Yuuta
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Konomi's stuff.
Notes: Written for goldie (yeah, another one). She gave the prompt of "sake and a pet rock." So I stole it. Heh.
Summary: Fuji always knows when to show up.
Word Count: 1,645
The neck of the bottle sat easily between Fuji's fingers, still cold from the refrigerator. He ran one finger over the top as he laid back against the stairs, watching his brother.
Yuuta was frowning, sitting still. Fuji had surprised him with this visit, knocking on his door just after dinner, bag in hand. Then again, Fuji was nearly always surprising him, showing up at times when Yuuta didn't expect him, eyes friendly and warm, asking in that polite tone of voice is Yuuta had a minute. Yuuta never really understood why Fuji visited so often; and the visits recently seemed to increase in number. And Fuji was always watching, sometimes giving Yuuta a hug after they'd spent time, usually silent, talking about very little. It almost seemed like Fuji just needed to be close to his younger brother, whether they were doing something or not.
It would have been sweet, if it wasn't so confusing.
Fuji pressed the bottle to his lips and sipped, still leaving most of the bottle. He moved lower on the steps till his legs were touching Yuuta's. Wrist lowered, he offered the bottle to Yuuta, who shook his head.
"Not a drinker, Yuuta?" asked Fuji, his voice soft.
Yuuta shrugged. "We're not supposed to -"
"Take." Fuji's eyes were wider now, the pale blue watching Yuuta.
The bottle felt heavy in Yuuta's hand as he took it, raising it to his lips. He ignored Fuji's stare as he drank, the warm liquid burning as it skated down into his stomach. His face flushed; he cleared his throat and took another sip.
"You don't have to gulp it," said Fuji with faint amusement.
Yuuta coughed a little, trying to rid his body of the all-too-warm sensation that was seeping from the middle of his stomach through the rest of his body. The air was cool, welcome on his skin.
Fuji took the bottle with a slight laugh, patting Yuuta's knee with his free hand before tipping his head back, drinking with apparent ease. Yuuta watched, mouth half-open. Fuji seemed to throw back the alcohol with ease, eyes closed, Adams apple bobbing in gentle rhythm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Yuuta wondered at the slightly-less-than-gentlemanly gesture. Fuji was usually restrained in his movements; seeing him come undone, even a little, was more thrilling than Yuuta expected.
When he was offered the rest of the bottle, he took it, shaking it experimentally. He couldn't tell if there was a lot left or a little: the glass was too dark and the sunlight had vanished almost completely. He tipped it back, trying to do what Fuji had done and sputtered instead. Again. Body stiffening at the amused chuckle from his brother, Yuuta drank more slowly. With each sip, his body warmed. Fuji's leg was much closer than he'd though, lining almost exactly with his own; and Fuji's hand had settled just on top of where their bodies met, as if resting casually. Yuuta wondered if it was a good idea to finish the rest of the bottle.
"It's for you," breathed Fuji into his ear in a way that was beginning to make that overly-warm, only slightly uncomfortable feeling move through Yuuta rapidly. "If you don't drink, it'll just go to waste."
Yuuta nodded, knowing somewhere that Fuji's logic was faulty; but his body seemed to crave more. He liked being here with Fuji like this, relaxed, away from the others. It wasn't something he could remember experience much, if ever. He blinked into the twilight, wondering if it was just the sake. He wondered if it was all fake.
No.
Here, he wasn't Fuji's younger brother to anyone but Fuji - something that wasn't going to change and something he only sort of minded. He didn't have to compete. No one was watching.
Fuji's hand slid a little closer to the inside of Yuuta's thigh and his cheeks flushed. His hold on the bottle loosened for a split second before he clenched his hand into a fist around the top, gripping it tight before it fell. He looked at Fuji, whose eyes flashed, a smile only vaguely like the one he normally wore visible on his face.
No one was watching.
Yuuta let the alcohol work easily through his body, tension dissipating from his limbs and thoughts. He wasn't even sure of what his thoughts were when Fuji's arm slung around his shoulders, pulling him close. Warm lips pressed to his forehead. He closed his eyes, letting the slow fingers slip up his arm, tugging back the edge of his shirt and slipping beneath. Fuji's digits were warm, rubbing gently - pressing hard at the base of Yuuta's neck. His lips followed a similar path on the other side, kissing gently.
Yuuta's eyes opened halfway. He heard steps and a hazy feeling of "we shouldn't be doing this" swam into focus for a few seconds before Fuji bit down, making Yuuta yelp in surprise. Fuji's tongue followed and Yuuta's whole body responded, stomach tight and skin tinged with cold prickles of expectation. His breathing was harder and when Fuji's hand slipped up the inside of his thigh, he reached for it, holding Fuji still for a moment. He didn't know how long had passed when Fuji pushed his hand away, undoing the bottom two buttons of Yuuta's shirt; then his buckle. Yuuta knew he should protest, though he couldn't remember why...
Not when Fuji breathed his name - not when Fuji kissed him or licked the spot just below his ear; or when Fuji's hand slid down the front of his pants, rubbing, fingers wrapping steadily around Yuuta's cock.
He bit down.
Yuuta moaned and knew it was him. Fuji was facing him as much as he could on the stairs; his legs slightly apart. Yuuta's gaze was focused on the ground when he reached sideways, fumbling a few times before his hand slid against the hardness he'd expected to find. He let out a long, low breath and moved his palm back and forth across Fuji's cock. He stopped momentarily to try and undo the zipper; Fuji whispered, urging him to just keep rubbing - to keep touching him, just the way he was doing; that he didn't want Yuuta too distracted.
"Aniki..." moaned Yuuta.
"Yuuta," Fuji whispered, and Yuuta knew that his brother was coming, the same hot feeling spreading outwards from his chest and centering back on his cock. That sound - the raw, almost-desperate sound - of Fuji's voice, saying his name that way echoed in Yuuta's mind, darkening every other thought into shadow. He moaned, moving his hand to Fuji's thigh and squeezing; coming, his eyes shut tight, need and desire spilling from him in thick white spurts, streamed across Fuji's fingers.
It took Yuuta longer to collect himself than Fuji. When he finally felt able to look at Fuji, his face was dark red. A scraped type of sound reached his ears and he looked down to see the mostly-finished bottle skittering away, further down the steps. He looked up at Fuji, who smiled down at him. "Sorry," he muttered.
Yuuta didn't take the hand offered him, insisting on pulling himself upward on his own. Fuji steadied him and Yuuta didn't complain, not bothering to wonder about the secured hand at his waist. Instead, he stood, meeting his brother's gaze with solid, slightly-diluted grey eyes. "Aniki?"
"Mm?" asked Fuji with his usual smile as he moved them closer to Yuuta's room.
Yuuta leaned in. "Did you bring what I asked?" He hiccuped slightly and ignored the resulting chuckle. "Did you?"
Fuji nodded. He stopped them in their tracks, removing an item from his pocket. He placed it into Yuuta's hand with care. The one sharp edge landed first, making Yuuta wince before he closed his fingers around it, holding it firmly in his own hand. They started walking again.
"I didn't expect you until tomorrow," said Yuuta, voice quieter than he'd meant it to be.
"I knew you'd need it," said Fuji thoughtfully, giving an un-watching Yuuta an encouraging smile.
Yuuta tried to shrug, but found it was difficult to do so with his brother holding him up; instead he looked at Fuji. "How do you know?" he asked, the way he always did. Slowly, he put the piece of glass rock he'd first seem with his older brother at the beach into his pocket. "How do you always know?"
Fuji shrugged successfully. He gave a smile - one that Yuuta saw this time. It was the annoying smile Fuji usually kept in reserve for his opponents in tennis; Yuuta found it strange that it was being used on him now. He coughed.
"We're brothers," he said as they got to Yuuta's door. He removed his arms but let one hand rest on Yuuta's shoulder. He looked into the angry-now-confused grey eyes, traced the line of Yuuta's bitten lips with one finger. He stepped forward and kissed.
Yuuta watched him walk down the hall. He knew it was weird - knew that rocks, pet or not, weren't something people kept, much less used to summon someone else. But that's how it happened - that way the way it had always happened, ever since they'd first come across it.
His fist closed over it and he walked inside his room. He sat at his desk; he pulled it back out of his pocket and looked at it.
"Aniki..." he said, glad of the quiet and the empty room. The stone in his hand glimmered, catching his eyes, and despite the alcohol, one clear thought managed to penetrate the otherwise hazy state he was in. He smiled ruefully. "...see you in two days."
Author: worblehat
Genre: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Fuji/Yuuta
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Konomi's stuff.
Notes: Written for goldie (yeah, another one). She gave the prompt of "sake and a pet rock." So I stole it. Heh.
Summary: Fuji always knows when to show up.
Word Count: 1,645
The neck of the bottle sat easily between Fuji's fingers, still cold from the refrigerator. He ran one finger over the top as he laid back against the stairs, watching his brother.
Yuuta was frowning, sitting still. Fuji had surprised him with this visit, knocking on his door just after dinner, bag in hand. Then again, Fuji was nearly always surprising him, showing up at times when Yuuta didn't expect him, eyes friendly and warm, asking in that polite tone of voice is Yuuta had a minute. Yuuta never really understood why Fuji visited so often; and the visits recently seemed to increase in number. And Fuji was always watching, sometimes giving Yuuta a hug after they'd spent time, usually silent, talking about very little. It almost seemed like Fuji just needed to be close to his younger brother, whether they were doing something or not.
It would have been sweet, if it wasn't so confusing.
Fuji pressed the bottle to his lips and sipped, still leaving most of the bottle. He moved lower on the steps till his legs were touching Yuuta's. Wrist lowered, he offered the bottle to Yuuta, who shook his head.
"Not a drinker, Yuuta?" asked Fuji, his voice soft.
Yuuta shrugged. "We're not supposed to -"
"Take." Fuji's eyes were wider now, the pale blue watching Yuuta.
The bottle felt heavy in Yuuta's hand as he took it, raising it to his lips. He ignored Fuji's stare as he drank, the warm liquid burning as it skated down into his stomach. His face flushed; he cleared his throat and took another sip.
"You don't have to gulp it," said Fuji with faint amusement.
Yuuta coughed a little, trying to rid his body of the all-too-warm sensation that was seeping from the middle of his stomach through the rest of his body. The air was cool, welcome on his skin.
Fuji took the bottle with a slight laugh, patting Yuuta's knee with his free hand before tipping his head back, drinking with apparent ease. Yuuta watched, mouth half-open. Fuji seemed to throw back the alcohol with ease, eyes closed, Adams apple bobbing in gentle rhythm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Yuuta wondered at the slightly-less-than-gentlemanly gesture. Fuji was usually restrained in his movements; seeing him come undone, even a little, was more thrilling than Yuuta expected.
When he was offered the rest of the bottle, he took it, shaking it experimentally. He couldn't tell if there was a lot left or a little: the glass was too dark and the sunlight had vanished almost completely. He tipped it back, trying to do what Fuji had done and sputtered instead. Again. Body stiffening at the amused chuckle from his brother, Yuuta drank more slowly. With each sip, his body warmed. Fuji's leg was much closer than he'd though, lining almost exactly with his own; and Fuji's hand had settled just on top of where their bodies met, as if resting casually. Yuuta wondered if it was a good idea to finish the rest of the bottle.
"It's for you," breathed Fuji into his ear in a way that was beginning to make that overly-warm, only slightly uncomfortable feeling move through Yuuta rapidly. "If you don't drink, it'll just go to waste."
Yuuta nodded, knowing somewhere that Fuji's logic was faulty; but his body seemed to crave more. He liked being here with Fuji like this, relaxed, away from the others. It wasn't something he could remember experience much, if ever. He blinked into the twilight, wondering if it was just the sake. He wondered if it was all fake.
No.
Here, he wasn't Fuji's younger brother to anyone but Fuji - something that wasn't going to change and something he only sort of minded. He didn't have to compete. No one was watching.
Fuji's hand slid a little closer to the inside of Yuuta's thigh and his cheeks flushed. His hold on the bottle loosened for a split second before he clenched his hand into a fist around the top, gripping it tight before it fell. He looked at Fuji, whose eyes flashed, a smile only vaguely like the one he normally wore visible on his face.
No one was watching.
Yuuta let the alcohol work easily through his body, tension dissipating from his limbs and thoughts. He wasn't even sure of what his thoughts were when Fuji's arm slung around his shoulders, pulling him close. Warm lips pressed to his forehead. He closed his eyes, letting the slow fingers slip up his arm, tugging back the edge of his shirt and slipping beneath. Fuji's digits were warm, rubbing gently - pressing hard at the base of Yuuta's neck. His lips followed a similar path on the other side, kissing gently.
Yuuta's eyes opened halfway. He heard steps and a hazy feeling of "we shouldn't be doing this" swam into focus for a few seconds before Fuji bit down, making Yuuta yelp in surprise. Fuji's tongue followed and Yuuta's whole body responded, stomach tight and skin tinged with cold prickles of expectation. His breathing was harder and when Fuji's hand slipped up the inside of his thigh, he reached for it, holding Fuji still for a moment. He didn't know how long had passed when Fuji pushed his hand away, undoing the bottom two buttons of Yuuta's shirt; then his buckle. Yuuta knew he should protest, though he couldn't remember why...
Not when Fuji breathed his name - not when Fuji kissed him or licked the spot just below his ear; or when Fuji's hand slid down the front of his pants, rubbing, fingers wrapping steadily around Yuuta's cock.
He bit down.
Yuuta moaned and knew it was him. Fuji was facing him as much as he could on the stairs; his legs slightly apart. Yuuta's gaze was focused on the ground when he reached sideways, fumbling a few times before his hand slid against the hardness he'd expected to find. He let out a long, low breath and moved his palm back and forth across Fuji's cock. He stopped momentarily to try and undo the zipper; Fuji whispered, urging him to just keep rubbing - to keep touching him, just the way he was doing; that he didn't want Yuuta too distracted.
"Aniki..." moaned Yuuta.
"Yuuta," Fuji whispered, and Yuuta knew that his brother was coming, the same hot feeling spreading outwards from his chest and centering back on his cock. That sound - the raw, almost-desperate sound - of Fuji's voice, saying his name that way echoed in Yuuta's mind, darkening every other thought into shadow. He moaned, moving his hand to Fuji's thigh and squeezing; coming, his eyes shut tight, need and desire spilling from him in thick white spurts, streamed across Fuji's fingers.
It took Yuuta longer to collect himself than Fuji. When he finally felt able to look at Fuji, his face was dark red. A scraped type of sound reached his ears and he looked down to see the mostly-finished bottle skittering away, further down the steps. He looked up at Fuji, who smiled down at him. "Sorry," he muttered.
Yuuta didn't take the hand offered him, insisting on pulling himself upward on his own. Fuji steadied him and Yuuta didn't complain, not bothering to wonder about the secured hand at his waist. Instead, he stood, meeting his brother's gaze with solid, slightly-diluted grey eyes. "Aniki?"
"Mm?" asked Fuji with his usual smile as he moved them closer to Yuuta's room.
Yuuta leaned in. "Did you bring what I asked?" He hiccuped slightly and ignored the resulting chuckle. "Did you?"
Fuji nodded. He stopped them in their tracks, removing an item from his pocket. He placed it into Yuuta's hand with care. The one sharp edge landed first, making Yuuta wince before he closed his fingers around it, holding it firmly in his own hand. They started walking again.
"I didn't expect you until tomorrow," said Yuuta, voice quieter than he'd meant it to be.
"I knew you'd need it," said Fuji thoughtfully, giving an un-watching Yuuta an encouraging smile.
Yuuta tried to shrug, but found it was difficult to do so with his brother holding him up; instead he looked at Fuji. "How do you know?" he asked, the way he always did. Slowly, he put the piece of glass rock he'd first seem with his older brother at the beach into his pocket. "How do you always know?"
Fuji shrugged successfully. He gave a smile - one that Yuuta saw this time. It was the annoying smile Fuji usually kept in reserve for his opponents in tennis; Yuuta found it strange that it was being used on him now. He coughed.
"We're brothers," he said as they got to Yuuta's door. He removed his arms but let one hand rest on Yuuta's shoulder. He looked into the angry-now-confused grey eyes, traced the line of Yuuta's bitten lips with one finger. He stepped forward and kissed.
Yuuta watched him walk down the hall. He knew it was weird - knew that rocks, pet or not, weren't something people kept, much less used to summon someone else. But that's how it happened - that way the way it had always happened, ever since they'd first come across it.
His fist closed over it and he walked inside his room. He sat at his desk; he pulled it back out of his pocket and looked at it.
"Aniki..." he said, glad of the quiet and the empty room. The stone in his hand glimmered, catching his eyes, and despite the alcohol, one clear thought managed to penetrate the otherwise hazy state he was in. He smiled ruefully. "...see you in two days."