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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Atobe_Keigo/Shishido_Ryou
  Character:
      Shishido_Ryou, Atobe
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-12-16 Words: 1474
****** After Practice ******
by muzivitch
Notes
     Spoilers for 1st Hyoutei Arc
[Fic] After Practice | ShishiAto, NC17
Latest entry in Muraweek, really late because of combined illness and laziness
\:D/
Title: After Practice
Author: Muzy
Series: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: ShishiAto
Rating: NC17
Note: Spoilers for 1st Hyoutei Arc
It felt damned weird, Shishido thought, as he yanked his tennis jersey over his
head. His hair had been long for years now, and now it was mostly gone. His
lips curved in a half-grin. His mother was going to scream when he got home, he
thought, dropping the jersey on the bench in the locker room and examining a
yellowing bruise on his arm. She'd scream, and then she'd kill him.
"I would have thought that since you managed to get yourself back on the
regulars, you would have stopped staying here to all hours," drawled a voice
from the doorway. Shishido half-turned and lifted an eyebrow.
"Atobe," he said and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're still here. Don't
you have piano lessons or opera appreciation or something tonight?"
Keigo smirked as he stepped inside the locker room, pulling the door shut
behind him. "Sakaki gives me piano lessons on Thursday evenings," he said. "And
some of us don't require instruction to appreciate the opera.
Shishido snorted and turned back to the empty locker, yanking his school
uniform out and laying it on the bench. "Whatever," he said as he pushed his
shorts over his hips and kicked them off. "Something you wanted, Atobe?" he
asked as Keigo walked towards him and sprawled on the bench next to him.
"Don't you think chopping off your hair was just a little dramatic?" Keigo
asked. "Sakaki's not usually one for dramatic gestures. If I hadn't spoken up
for you, you'd have bad hair and would still be on the subregulars. As it is,
you have awful hair."
Shishido flicked a glance at Keigo. The captain was sprawled out, leaning his
head against the locker, his legs stretched in front of him and crossed at the
ankle. He shrugged. "It's just hair," he said. "And chopping it off wasn't
really for Sakaki's benefit."
Keigo's blue eyes opened into sharp slits, and he slanted a look at Shishido.
"It wasn't?"
"Of course not," Shishido said as he yanked his underwear off. "You're the one
who's susceptible to dramatic gestures, Atobe. Comes from being a natural-born
drama queen, I guess." Shishido grabbed a towel out of the locker. "I'm going
to take a shower," he said and paused when Keigo surged to his feet and grabbed
his arm. "Yeah?"
"You cut your hair off for me?" Keigo asked. His eyes were wide with
incredulity.
"I guess you could look at it that way," Shishido said. "I chopped it off to
show you I was serious."
Keigo shook his head and snorted derisively. "That was the most idiotic thing
you've done in a while," he said, "and you haven't exactly been wowing me with
your intelligence lately."
Shishido's eyes narrowed and glittered with annoyance. "What the hell's that
supposed to mean, Atobe?" he asked.
Keigo tossed his light brown hair back. His hand tightened on Shishido's arm
and the other lifted to grab onto his shoulder. "It's not like anyone trains
the way you have been for the hell of it, idiot," he hissed as he drew their
heads together. "And I liked your hair, dammit," he added before pressing their
mouths together in a hard kiss.
Shishido stumbled back before he caught himself against the locker, and then
raised his hands to Keigo's shoulders, kissing back. "I'll grow it back if I
feel like it," he muttered as their lips parted, pushing Keigo's warmup jacket
off his shoulders and sliding his hands under his jersey.
"You'll grow it back," Keigo returned. He leaned back as Shishido yanked the
jersey over his head and toed off his tennis shoes. His hands drifted down
Shishido's sides, stopping at his hips.
Shishido's teeth flashed in a grin. "Whatever you say, Atobe," he said as he
pushed Keigo's shorts and underwear off in a single movement.
Keigo wrinkled his nose in an irritated expression, but didn't bother replying;
Shishido's hands were on him now, and it wasn't just tennis rackets the other
boy could manage to handle with some finesse. Keigo groaned as Shishido's
fingers coasted up and down the length of his cock. "God, Shishido," he
managed, arching his hips into Shishido's hand.
"Were you waiting for me tonight?" Shishido asked, his voice lowering to a
husky murmur.
"Maybe," Keigo said. He wriggled against Shishido, his hands biting into the
other boy's hips. "Maybe I had some work to do."
Shishido lifted his eyebrows and squeezed Keigo's cock as he leaned forward to
nip at the skin just below his ear. "Really?"
Keigo shuddered lightly. "I was waiting for you, and for everyone else to
leave," he said after a moment. He jerked as Shishido worked his cock, and his
voice lowered and thinned until it was a raspy whisper. "I...might have missed
you," he said, and Shishido paused. Atobe didn't say those things, ever, he
thought. Even when they were true.
"You did?" he asked.
Keigo shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah."
"Huh," Shishido said, and his lips twitched when Keigo narrowed his eyes at
him. "I missed you too," he said, his fingers lightly trailing down Keigo's
cock again. "When I wasn't too busy being pissed at you, at least."
"Figures you'd blame me," Keigo said. He slid one hand away from Shishido's hip
and encircled his cock. He squeezed firmly, grinning when Shishido hissed. "I
was just following the club rules."
"Right," managed Shishido. With some effort, he opened his eyes; something
flashed in them that should have warned Keigo, but he still gasped and tensed
when Shishido grabbed him and pressed him against the locker. His hand slid
over Keigo's ass, and Keigo groaned as he felt Shishido press a finger inside
his ass. "You're a brat, Atobe," Shishido whispered in his ear, pushing another
finger in.
"Ah," Keigo gasped, tilting his hips towards Shishido. "Shishido, come on," he
moaned, jerking as he felt Shishido seperate the fingers he'd thrust inside
him. He reached up and clutched the top of the locker for support. "Come on,"
he repeated. "Fuck me."
"Getting there," Shishido muttered, pulling his fingers out. His hands
bracketed Keigo's hips, pulling them closer as he pressed the tip of his cock
against Keigo's entrance. He held them there, for just a moment, just long
enough for Keigo to open his mouth to demand that he do it already, and then he
thrust inside, hard.
Keigo screamed, and his knuckles turned white where he gripped the locker. His
muscles shuddered from the impact of Shishido's cock spearing into him, and his
back arched as his eyes squeezed shut, his breath coming through his parted
lips in short, harsh pants. "Ah," he managed when he found his voice again,
"Ryoh," he groaned, calling the name he only rarely used. He shivered as
Shishido pulled out and thrust inside again. "God, please," he whimpered.
Shishido's hands held Keigo's hips in a bruising grip, and Keigo could feel his
breath, hot andfast on his neck. "Keigo," Shishido managed, his voice thread-
thin. He thrust in again, harder, deeper than before, and shuddered from the
effort. "I can't make this last this time," he gritted out.
But it didn't matter. Keigo was pushing back against Shishido, his muscles
suddenly tensing as he shivered. His mouth opened on another scream as lights
exploded behind his eyes and his tensed muscles suddenly went lax. His hands
slid from the top of the locker as he went limp in Shishido's arms, and he
barely registered when Shishido thrust into him one last time and cried out
against his skin. He didn't notice when Shishido's arm circled his waist and he
let them both collapse onto the bench.
"Keigo," Shishido murmured, and Keigo turned his head, staring at Shishido
through half-closed eyes.
"Yeah?" he managed, and Shishido's lips kicked up in a half-grin.
"I think we both need a shower now," he said.
Keigo snorted in a weak laugh. "No shit, genius," he said. "If you want to let
go of me, I'll do that."
"Heh," Shishido snorted. "We'll go together. I wouldn't want you to fall on
your face."
"Bite me, Shishido," Keigo said, but the usual snarl was absent from his voice,
and he let his head fall back against Shishido's shoulder. Shishido smiled.
"Hey, Keigo," he said, and then continued without waiting for an
acknowledgment. "I'm definitely not pissed at you anymore."
Keigo snorted. "That's because you're easy, Shishido," he said.
Since the tone was kind of affectionate instead of sharp and snarky, Shishido
thought as he hauled Keigo up and propelled him towards the showers, he'd let
that pass. This time around.

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