Prince of Tennis: Shiraishi/Chitose
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kinkfestTitle: Guitar Hero
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Rating: PG
Warnings: Recreational drug use!
Word count: 777
Summary: Chitose and Shiraishi enjoy an evening of drugs and Guitar Hero.
A/N: This song is brought up in this story. It's not a songfic but I like the song so I decided to share. Jessica - The Allman Brothers Band
“This is the last time I’m listening to you fail at Jessica,” Shiraishi lazily sat back in a leopard-skin beanbag chair. He stretched his legs out and accidentally bumped a plate scattered with ash and discarded roaches.
“I’m just getting the hang of her,” Chitose held the plastic guitar close to his body and tapped on the colored buttons. The mechanical crowd on the screen gave a cheer.
“Chitose,” Shiraishi tugged at the bandages wrapped around his left arm. “Jessica’s mom called. She said last night was—”
The guitar whined and the crowd gasped dramatically.
“You’re messing with my Jessica Groove.” Chitose let both of his hands fall to the side, allowing the guitar to hang around his neck by the strap.
“You never had a groove,” Shiraishi pushed himself back up and held his arms out for the guitar controller.
“That’d be Jessica, huh?” Chitose smirked but didn’t hand the guitar over.
“Girls don’t have grooves, idiot,” leaning forward a bit more, Shiraishi was able to graze the long handle of the guitar with the tips of his fingers.
“They have curves.”
“And you’d know?” a frown covered Shiraishi’s face as Chitose restarted the level without handing the controller over.
“I’m an expert,” said Chitose, leering at the screen without moving his eyes to the side. “I’ve felt curves.”
“You’ve felt curves?”
“I’ve felt curves,” the onscreen crowd booed Chitose into failure again and he finally put the guitar down. “I’ve felt Jessica’s curves.”
“How were they?” Shiraishi rolled his eyes and grinned. “Ecstasy?”
“They felt like—” Chitose paused for dramatic effect. “Plastic.”
Shiraishi let out a muttered laugh. “Did you push her buttons?”
“All five of them,” Chitose said, holding his fingers out in front of him, his face twisted in a sort of smile that looked hard to wipe away. “She let me use the wail stick too. That made things extra awesome.”
“I heard you sucked,” Shiraishi, once again, reached for the guitar by Chitose’s feet. A hand suddenly slammed down on top of his.
“That’s very unrighteous of her,” Chitose said, looking first at Shiraishi’s face and then moving his eyes slowly down to his shoulder, his arm and then to where his hand was trapped beneath his own.
“She gave you three stars.”
“I deserve at least five,” Chitose said, loosening his hold of Shiraishi’s hand. “I sparkled for her.”
“Such a waste of sparkles,” Shiraishi mocked a sigh and shook his head. The smirk had never faded off his face and he didn’t pull his hand away.
Chitose trailed the tips of his fingers up Shiraishi’s arm.
“Hm,” Chitose twisted his thumb and forefinger with the edge of Shiraishi’s shirtsleeve. “What do you think?”
“What do I think of what?”
There was a long pause before Chitose remembered that Shiraishi couldn’t read his mind and any responses to his question had to be said out loud.
“Jessica,” Chitose admitted, tugging at the cloth in between his fingers.
“You’re curvier than Jessica.”
Chitose raised an eyebrow. “I am?”
Shiraishi scooted over once and put his hand on Chitose’s chest. “Your boobs are ecstasy. You probably make all the girls jealous.”
“What the fuck, Shiraishi?” Chitose sighed. He went to pull his hand away but it was snatched in midair by another.
“I complimented you.”
“You said I had boobs.”
Shiraishi gripped Chitose’s hand tightly and used it to push him over onto the floor. “I like them.”
“That is not cool at all,” Chitose shielded his eyes from the light on the ceiling and looked up as Shiraishi walked his hands on either side of Chitose. He hovered above him for a moment before dropping to one elbow and kissing Chitose’s lips.
The kiss was short but it was far from sweet as it lacked all the elements that make one innocent and chaste. Shiraishi pulled away and looked down with a smile. He opened his mouth to speak but Chitose threw his hand over it.
“I know what you’re going to say,” he said, moving his hand away hesitantly.
“How?”
“I’m psychic,” Chitose said. Shiraishi cocked his head to side as Chitose continued to speak, mocking Shiraishi’s voice. “Ecstasy.”
“You give yourself too much credit.” Shiraishi leaned down, ready to take another kiss. “If I were Jessica, I’d give you three stars.”
“I don’t settle for three,” Chitose said with a pretend frown. He rested his hand on the back of Shiraishi’s neck and pulled him down. “I’m going for four.”
“Make it five,” Shiraishi retorted.
“Five stars,” Chitose said. “And my name will go in the hall of fame.”
“Game start,” said Shiraishi, closing the gap between them.
Author:
nickelodeonRating: PG
Warnings: Recreational drug use!
Word count: 777
Summary: Chitose and Shiraishi enjoy an evening of drugs and Guitar Hero.
A/N: This song is brought up in this story. It's not a songfic but I like the song so I decided to share. Jessica - The Allman Brothers Band
“This is the last time I’m listening to you fail at Jessica,” Shiraishi lazily sat back in a leopard-skin beanbag chair. He stretched his legs out and accidentally bumped a plate scattered with ash and discarded roaches.
“I’m just getting the hang of her,” Chitose held the plastic guitar close to his body and tapped on the colored buttons. The mechanical crowd on the screen gave a cheer.
“Chitose,” Shiraishi tugged at the bandages wrapped around his left arm. “Jessica’s mom called. She said last night was—”
The guitar whined and the crowd gasped dramatically.
“You’re messing with my Jessica Groove.” Chitose let both of his hands fall to the side, allowing the guitar to hang around his neck by the strap.
“You never had a groove,” Shiraishi pushed himself back up and held his arms out for the guitar controller.
“That’d be Jessica, huh?” Chitose smirked but didn’t hand the guitar over.
“Girls don’t have grooves, idiot,” leaning forward a bit more, Shiraishi was able to graze the long handle of the guitar with the tips of his fingers.
“They have curves.”
“And you’d know?” a frown covered Shiraishi’s face as Chitose restarted the level without handing the controller over.
“I’m an expert,” said Chitose, leering at the screen without moving his eyes to the side. “I’ve felt curves.”
“You’ve felt curves?”
“I’ve felt curves,” the onscreen crowd booed Chitose into failure again and he finally put the guitar down. “I’ve felt Jessica’s curves.”
“How were they?” Shiraishi rolled his eyes and grinned. “Ecstasy?”
“They felt like—” Chitose paused for dramatic effect. “Plastic.”
Shiraishi let out a muttered laugh. “Did you push her buttons?”
“All five of them,” Chitose said, holding his fingers out in front of him, his face twisted in a sort of smile that looked hard to wipe away. “She let me use the wail stick too. That made things extra awesome.”
“I heard you sucked,” Shiraishi, once again, reached for the guitar by Chitose’s feet. A hand suddenly slammed down on top of his.
“That’s very unrighteous of her,” Chitose said, looking first at Shiraishi’s face and then moving his eyes slowly down to his shoulder, his arm and then to where his hand was trapped beneath his own.
“She gave you three stars.”
“I deserve at least five,” Chitose said, loosening his hold of Shiraishi’s hand. “I sparkled for her.”
“Such a waste of sparkles,” Shiraishi mocked a sigh and shook his head. The smirk had never faded off his face and he didn’t pull his hand away.
Chitose trailed the tips of his fingers up Shiraishi’s arm.
“Hm,” Chitose twisted his thumb and forefinger with the edge of Shiraishi’s shirtsleeve. “What do you think?”
“What do I think of what?”
There was a long pause before Chitose remembered that Shiraishi couldn’t read his mind and any responses to his question had to be said out loud.
“Jessica,” Chitose admitted, tugging at the cloth in between his fingers.
“You’re curvier than Jessica.”
Chitose raised an eyebrow. “I am?”
Shiraishi scooted over once and put his hand on Chitose’s chest. “Your boobs are ecstasy. You probably make all the girls jealous.”
“What the fuck, Shiraishi?” Chitose sighed. He went to pull his hand away but it was snatched in midair by another.
“I complimented you.”
“You said I had boobs.”
Shiraishi gripped Chitose’s hand tightly and used it to push him over onto the floor. “I like them.”
“That is not cool at all,” Chitose shielded his eyes from the light on the ceiling and looked up as Shiraishi walked his hands on either side of Chitose. He hovered above him for a moment before dropping to one elbow and kissing Chitose’s lips.
The kiss was short but it was far from sweet as it lacked all the elements that make one innocent and chaste. Shiraishi pulled away and looked down with a smile. He opened his mouth to speak but Chitose threw his hand over it.
“I know what you’re going to say,” he said, moving his hand away hesitantly.
“How?”
“I’m psychic,” Chitose said. Shiraishi cocked his head to side as Chitose continued to speak, mocking Shiraishi’s voice. “Ecstasy.”
“You give yourself too much credit.” Shiraishi leaned down, ready to take another kiss. “If I were Jessica, I’d give you three stars.”
“I don’t settle for three,” Chitose said with a pretend frown. He rested his hand on the back of Shiraishi’s neck and pulled him down. “I’m going for four.”
“Make it five,” Shiraishi retorted.
“Five stars,” Chitose said. “And my name will go in the hall of fame.”
“Game start,” said Shiraishi, closing the gap between them.
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