go go speed racer!
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kat8chaSpeedfic 1
Prompt: Drinking
Pairing: Oishi/Eiji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG (13?)
Words: 288
Oishi wasn't a drinker. In fact, Oishi was THE designated driver, on such occasions as his friends or relatives decided they wanted to go out drinking. Oishi just… didn't like alcohol. Oishi didn't like the taste, or the smell, or the dizzying headache he would get after just one drink. Oishi did not like alcohol.
"Aah!" Oishi grabbed at Eiji, pulling him back from the crosswalk. The light had just turned green and, yep, a car barreled right through the intersection. If Oishi had not grabbed Eiji then… "Eiji, you have to watch where you're going!" Oishi hadn't stopped saying Eiji's name with that same stupid fondness, with the same lilting scold, since middle school.
Eiji smiled slightly at Oishi and flopped backwards so that his back was pressed up against Oishi's chest. The curled tips of Eiji's red hair tickled the underside of Oishi's chin, and Oishi could smell the alcohol on Eiji's breath when Eiji exhaled. "Oiiiiiiiiiishi!" Eiji drawled, then hiccupped, then giggled. Always the same, with Eiji. "Oishi you never let me have any fun, nya! C'mon! Have a drink with me at the next bar!"
"We're not going to another bar." Oishi said in as stern a tone as he could manage. It was tough to be stern when you had a warm, wriggling friend pressed up against you. Even with two thick winter coats between their bodies Oishi swore he could feel the heat that Eiji always radiated. Eiji turned his head and nuzzled against Oishi's neck. "Ei-Eiji!"
Eiji laughed, a soft nuzzle of his nose along Oishi's collar, soft breathy puffs of warm, alcohol laden air. "Nya, Oishi, you worry too much."
Oishi was all too grateful for when the light changed.
Prompt: Drinking
Pairing: Oishi/Eiji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: PG (13?)
Words: 288
Oishi wasn't a drinker. In fact, Oishi was THE designated driver, on such occasions as his friends or relatives decided they wanted to go out drinking. Oishi just… didn't like alcohol. Oishi didn't like the taste, or the smell, or the dizzying headache he would get after just one drink. Oishi did not like alcohol.
"Aah!" Oishi grabbed at Eiji, pulling him back from the crosswalk. The light had just turned green and, yep, a car barreled right through the intersection. If Oishi had not grabbed Eiji then… "Eiji, you have to watch where you're going!" Oishi hadn't stopped saying Eiji's name with that same stupid fondness, with the same lilting scold, since middle school.
Eiji smiled slightly at Oishi and flopped backwards so that his back was pressed up against Oishi's chest. The curled tips of Eiji's red hair tickled the underside of Oishi's chin, and Oishi could smell the alcohol on Eiji's breath when Eiji exhaled. "Oiiiiiiiiiishi!" Eiji drawled, then hiccupped, then giggled. Always the same, with Eiji. "Oishi you never let me have any fun, nya! C'mon! Have a drink with me at the next bar!"
"We're not going to another bar." Oishi said in as stern a tone as he could manage. It was tough to be stern when you had a warm, wriggling friend pressed up against you. Even with two thick winter coats between their bodies Oishi swore he could feel the heat that Eiji always radiated. Eiji turned his head and nuzzled against Oishi's neck. "Ei-Eiji!"
Eiji laughed, a soft nuzzle of his nose along Oishi's collar, soft breathy puffs of warm, alcohol laden air. "Nya, Oishi, you worry too much."
Oishi was all too grateful for when the light changed.
