Prince of Tennis (Momoshiro/Atobe)
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kinkfestTitle: Not the Destination
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takewing
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for very recent manga chapters.
Word count: 1342
Summary: Two boys, one limousine (and one blissfully oblivious driver).
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springkink request, Prince of Tennis, Momoshiro/Atobe: In the back of a limousine - "I'm rich/like a hot noise/I'll take you out boy/So stuck up/Wish you'd stick in to me". I tried to follow the prompt, and also tried to go for something a bit smuttier, but it just wouldn't mesh exactly with the plot bunny I had. I hope you enjoy it anyway. ♥
"Aren't you going to thank me?"
The voice came from behind Momo, startling him even though he was sure to cover up his reaction before turning around to face Atobe. "Thank you? Thank you for what?" he asked, playing stupid.
Atobe raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. "For calling in one of the Atobe Corp. choppers. For fetching the brat for you. For getting him back in time for his Singles One match. For helping Seigaku win Nationals."
Momo pretended to think for a while. "Ohhh… that. Yeah. You want me to thank you for that?"
Momo had wanted to thank Atobe – really, he had! – but it was weird. It had been weird. After they'd returned, Echizen had to go straight to the court to play Yukimura, Momo had been told to get off the helicopter, and Atobe had apparently just flown off again, not even staying to see the match (probably either confident Echizen would lose or confident that he wouldn't – Momo didn't know Atobe well enough to guess, the bastard).
"It's part of why I returned, yes…" Atobe replied curtly.
"Right…" Momo wasn't sure about the tone of that statement or the meaning behind it, but he let it slide. Just this once. "Thanks, then?"
After Momo spoke, the sound of a well-lubricated, expensive engine met his ears. Atobe looked away, past Momo, at what Momo could only assume was his limousine.
"Hmph," said Atobe. "I will certainly not say it was nothing, because it was not. If my father hears that I took one of his company helicopters on a wild goose chase to find a little brat from another school, you have no idea what he would do."
Momo couldn't help smirking. "Rebel, rebel, eh Atobe?"
Atobe paused on his way to the limo and turned back to give him a strange look. "Something like that, yes."
Momo's smirk widened. "You gonna give me a ride home, Mr. Rebel?"
Atobe's driver opened the back door of the limousine, but Atobe was too busy giving Momo and odd, vaguely disturbing but even more vaguely thrilling look, to notice. "Can you handle a ride in the back of my limousine, Momoshiro?"
Momo swore he saw Atobe's eyes glisten. He looked a little dangerous then, like he did on the court whenever he played a worthy opponent. Momo wasn't scared. He wasn't, not at all. It was just a car, after all, and Atobe was just a guy. He wouldn't bite. Probably.
"I can handle any ride you take me on!" he announced, following Atobe into the limo and totally unaware of the way Atobe leered.
The limo was gorgeous and there was no getting around that fact. Black leather interior, leather trim, shining, perfectly polished mini-bar, perfectly clean carpeting and tinted windows… Momo felt like he should be dressed in a tux as opposed to a tee-shirt and tennis shorts. Atobe looked much less out of place in his own brown suede jacket, polo shirt, and khakis, but even if Atobe had been dressed in nothi—er, a sweat-soaked shirt and muddy sweatpants, Momo doubted he would have looked at all out of place.
"Nice car," Momo said after he'd gotten a good look at the interior.
"Indeed," Atobe said lazily. He rested his head on his right hand and kept his eyes on Momo. It was kind of creeping him out. "What I'm beginning to wonder is how, exactly, you will thank me for giving you a ride home? What with the price of gasoline and all –"
"What?!"
Atobe smiled slightly. Momo was not amused. "Kidding. Your last 'thank you' was quite lacking, though, you have to admit."
"So what? I said it! And it's not like we asked you to steal your dad's helicopter or anything!"
"True…" Atobe admitted. He tore his eyes from Momo for a moment to pour himself a drink from the mini-bar. Momo-wondered if it was alcoholic. It looked it. "I'm sorry – would you like a glass?"
"Er…"
"It's a non-alcoholic cocktail, don't worry."
"Oh. Sure! You hiding any burgers in here, too?"
"…Excuse me?"
"You're excused!"
Momo heard Atobe mutter something to himself as he poured Momo's drink, but he couldn't make it out. If he had any luck, he was just making note to get some burgers transferred into the mini-fridge.
"Here," said Atobe. Momo grabbed the drink and took a cautious sip. It was fruity and sweet and… it had a tiny umbrella. Momo stared at the umbrella for a moment – what was the purpose of an umbrella in a drink? Seriously?
He was about to ask Atobe when he felt another body shuffling closer to his, and sure enough, it was Atobe. Who else?
"What are you…?"
Atobe wrapped his arm around Momo's shoulders. It was what many teenage boys his age would call the oldest trick in the book, but this… this was quite new to Momo. This wasn't a companionable half-hug, one he might share with Echizen or even Mamushi. This was more like a cuddle. And it was from Atobe.
"Problem?" Atobe asked quietly, not meeting Momo's eyes as he took a drink from his cocktail.
"Uh. No…" There really wasn't. This was… new… but it wasn't bad. Atobe smelled nice this close up, fresh and sharp like expensive aftershave that Momo doubted Atobe even needed. His body was warm, but not too warm in the air-conditioned limousine. It wasn't really all that bad—
Until Momo felt lips on his neck and he found himself elbowing Atobe away. He set aside his drink, afraid he might spill it. "Okay, no. Seriously, what the hell?"
Atobe still gripped the back of his t-shirt with one hand and continued applying pressure until they were… "cuddling" again.
"Momoshiro, didn't you say you could handle a ride with me in my limousine?" Atobe wasn't angry, more like amused, and it was then that the pieces began to fall into place for Momo.
Gay drinks, that silly suede jacket, cuddling, the rumors of Atobe rejecting every single girl in his fan club (even the pretty ones!)… it all lead Momo to one conclusion.
"You like guys?" he asked softly, as if to said it too loudly would invite mocking.
Atobe didn't look bothered, though. "I suppose. Right now, though, I like you. Again, is there a problem?"
"Well yeah, only kind of–!"
Momo's first kiss was in the back of a moving limousine with a guy. His first tongue kiss was in the back of a moving limousine with a guy ten seconds later. His brain wasn't really registering much beyond that, but it was wet, and it was actually kind of pleasant. He vaguely wondered how many other guys Atobe had kissed in the back of his limousine, and found himself inexplicably hoping that he was the only one.
"I'll ask again, because contrary to what you may believe, I would rather you not feel overly uncomfortable," whispered Atobe against his mouth, "do you have a problem with this?"
Momo tried to breathe and failed. He tried to reply, but only a moan came out. His hips rebelliously jerked up, and it was then that he realized – he sure as hell didn't have a problem with this at all.
Atobe seemed to get the message. "Wonderful," he smirked, sticking his hands up Momo's shirt and bringing their mouths together again.
"So stuck-up," Momo managed between kisses that he still wasn't sure he was executing correctly.
Momo, with his hands momentarily clasped at either side of Atobe's ribs beneath his jacket, could feel Atobe's chuckle. "I know somewhere you can stick it."
Momo didn't know exactly what that meant or where they were going, but for the first time in his life, he realized what they must mean when they say that it isn't the destination that matters, but the journey.
Several kisses later, Atobe smirked and said, "I instructed the driver to drive around Tokyo aimlessly for the next two hours."
Momo couldn't help laughing.
Author:
takewingRating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for very recent manga chapters.
Word count: 1342
Summary: Two boys, one limousine (and one blissfully oblivious driver).
A/N: Written for the
springkink request, Prince of Tennis, Momoshiro/Atobe: In the back of a limousine - "I'm rich/like a hot noise/I'll take you out boy/So stuck up/Wish you'd stick in to me". I tried to follow the prompt, and also tried to go for something a bit smuttier, but it just wouldn't mesh exactly with the plot bunny I had. I hope you enjoy it anyway. ♥"Aren't you going to thank me?"
The voice came from behind Momo, startling him even though he was sure to cover up his reaction before turning around to face Atobe. "Thank you? Thank you for what?" he asked, playing stupid.
Atobe raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest. "For calling in one of the Atobe Corp. choppers. For fetching the brat for you. For getting him back in time for his Singles One match. For helping Seigaku win Nationals."
Momo pretended to think for a while. "Ohhh… that. Yeah. You want me to thank you for that?"
Momo had wanted to thank Atobe – really, he had! – but it was weird. It had been weird. After they'd returned, Echizen had to go straight to the court to play Yukimura, Momo had been told to get off the helicopter, and Atobe had apparently just flown off again, not even staying to see the match (probably either confident Echizen would lose or confident that he wouldn't – Momo didn't know Atobe well enough to guess, the bastard).
"It's part of why I returned, yes…" Atobe replied curtly.
"Right…" Momo wasn't sure about the tone of that statement or the meaning behind it, but he let it slide. Just this once. "Thanks, then?"
After Momo spoke, the sound of a well-lubricated, expensive engine met his ears. Atobe looked away, past Momo, at what Momo could only assume was his limousine.
"Hmph," said Atobe. "I will certainly not say it was nothing, because it was not. If my father hears that I took one of his company helicopters on a wild goose chase to find a little brat from another school, you have no idea what he would do."
Momo couldn't help smirking. "Rebel, rebel, eh Atobe?"
Atobe paused on his way to the limo and turned back to give him a strange look. "Something like that, yes."
Momo's smirk widened. "You gonna give me a ride home, Mr. Rebel?"
Atobe's driver opened the back door of the limousine, but Atobe was too busy giving Momo and odd, vaguely disturbing but even more vaguely thrilling look, to notice. "Can you handle a ride in the back of my limousine, Momoshiro?"
Momo swore he saw Atobe's eyes glisten. He looked a little dangerous then, like he did on the court whenever he played a worthy opponent. Momo wasn't scared. He wasn't, not at all. It was just a car, after all, and Atobe was just a guy. He wouldn't bite. Probably.
"I can handle any ride you take me on!" he announced, following Atobe into the limo and totally unaware of the way Atobe leered.
The limo was gorgeous and there was no getting around that fact. Black leather interior, leather trim, shining, perfectly polished mini-bar, perfectly clean carpeting and tinted windows… Momo felt like he should be dressed in a tux as opposed to a tee-shirt and tennis shorts. Atobe looked much less out of place in his own brown suede jacket, polo shirt, and khakis, but even if Atobe had been dressed in nothi—er, a sweat-soaked shirt and muddy sweatpants, Momo doubted he would have looked at all out of place.
"Nice car," Momo said after he'd gotten a good look at the interior.
"Indeed," Atobe said lazily. He rested his head on his right hand and kept his eyes on Momo. It was kind of creeping him out. "What I'm beginning to wonder is how, exactly, you will thank me for giving you a ride home? What with the price of gasoline and all –"
"What?!"
Atobe smiled slightly. Momo was not amused. "Kidding. Your last 'thank you' was quite lacking, though, you have to admit."
"So what? I said it! And it's not like we asked you to steal your dad's helicopter or anything!"
"True…" Atobe admitted. He tore his eyes from Momo for a moment to pour himself a drink from the mini-bar. Momo-wondered if it was alcoholic. It looked it. "I'm sorry – would you like a glass?"
"Er…"
"It's a non-alcoholic cocktail, don't worry."
"Oh. Sure! You hiding any burgers in here, too?"
"…Excuse me?"
"You're excused!"
Momo heard Atobe mutter something to himself as he poured Momo's drink, but he couldn't make it out. If he had any luck, he was just making note to get some burgers transferred into the mini-fridge.
"Here," said Atobe. Momo grabbed the drink and took a cautious sip. It was fruity and sweet and… it had a tiny umbrella. Momo stared at the umbrella for a moment – what was the purpose of an umbrella in a drink? Seriously?
He was about to ask Atobe when he felt another body shuffling closer to his, and sure enough, it was Atobe. Who else?
"What are you…?"
Atobe wrapped his arm around Momo's shoulders. It was what many teenage boys his age would call the oldest trick in the book, but this… this was quite new to Momo. This wasn't a companionable half-hug, one he might share with Echizen or even Mamushi. This was more like a cuddle. And it was from Atobe.
"Problem?" Atobe asked quietly, not meeting Momo's eyes as he took a drink from his cocktail.
"Uh. No…" There really wasn't. This was… new… but it wasn't bad. Atobe smelled nice this close up, fresh and sharp like expensive aftershave that Momo doubted Atobe even needed. His body was warm, but not too warm in the air-conditioned limousine. It wasn't really all that bad—
Until Momo felt lips on his neck and he found himself elbowing Atobe away. He set aside his drink, afraid he might spill it. "Okay, no. Seriously, what the hell?"
Atobe still gripped the back of his t-shirt with one hand and continued applying pressure until they were… "cuddling" again.
"Momoshiro, didn't you say you could handle a ride with me in my limousine?" Atobe wasn't angry, more like amused, and it was then that the pieces began to fall into place for Momo.
Gay drinks, that silly suede jacket, cuddling, the rumors of Atobe rejecting every single girl in his fan club (even the pretty ones!)… it all lead Momo to one conclusion.
"You like guys?" he asked softly, as if to said it too loudly would invite mocking.
Atobe didn't look bothered, though. "I suppose. Right now, though, I like you. Again, is there a problem?"
"Well yeah, only kind of–!"
Momo's first kiss was in the back of a moving limousine with a guy. His first tongue kiss was in the back of a moving limousine with a guy ten seconds later. His brain wasn't really registering much beyond that, but it was wet, and it was actually kind of pleasant. He vaguely wondered how many other guys Atobe had kissed in the back of his limousine, and found himself inexplicably hoping that he was the only one.
"I'll ask again, because contrary to what you may believe, I would rather you not feel overly uncomfortable," whispered Atobe against his mouth, "do you have a problem with this?"
Momo tried to breathe and failed. He tried to reply, but only a moan came out. His hips rebelliously jerked up, and it was then that he realized – he sure as hell didn't have a problem with this at all.
Atobe seemed to get the message. "Wonderful," he smirked, sticking his hands up Momo's shirt and bringing their mouths together again.
"So stuck-up," Momo managed between kisses that he still wasn't sure he was executing correctly.
Momo, with his hands momentarily clasped at either side of Atobe's ribs beneath his jacket, could feel Atobe's chuckle. "I know somewhere you can stick it."
Momo didn't know exactly what that meant or where they were going, but for the first time in his life, he realized what they must mean when they say that it isn't the destination that matters, but the journey.
Several kisses later, Atobe smirked and said, "I instructed the driver to drive around Tokyo aimlessly for the next two hours."
Momo couldn't help laughing.
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