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kat8cha"This is my type of party!" Koharu wrapped an arm around Hitouji's shoulders and squeezed. Hitouji had to agree, it was definitely Koharu's kind of party. The party was loud, large, flamboyant, and extremely gay. Hitouji supposed that if nayone on Shitenhouji were rich (Kenya didn't count) that they would throw parties like this regularly. If Koharu was rich he would throw parties like this once a week if he could manage it.
"Looooooock on!" Koharu held his fingers up to his eye like a monocle, his eyes squinting as he peered over at whoever he had spotted. "Kamio-chan spotted! He's playing doubles, Yuu-kun."
Hitouji elbowed Koharu in the ribs, at least it was only Koharu's eye that was wandering, Koharu's hands were firmly planted on Hitouji's body. Hitouji scanned the handful of tennis courts that were huddled on the arena, surrounded by a tunnel of love and various carnival games. Hitouji supposed the only way Tezuka would allow Atobe to throw him a party was if tennis was involved.
Hitouji doubted Tezuka had realized there would be a tunnel of love.
Eyes landed on the dark red splash that was Kamio's hair, then noticed the lighter haired red head standing beside him. Mmmm, now THAT was more his type. Kamio was just so small and shrimpy. "Look at his doubles partner, now that's nice."
Koharu's arms squeezed tighter. "I agree, but Yuu-kun's mine!"
Hitouji turned around and hugged Koharu as well, nuzzling his lips against Koharu's smooth cheek. "And Koharu's mine too."
One wandering hand reached down and patted at Hitouji's ass. "Want to visit the tunnel of love?" Koharu asked.
"Only if we don't have to wait in line." Hitouji let go of Koharu and headed in the direction of swan boats and making out in the dark.
--
One more ass pat and Kirihara was going to throw his racket across the net to smack Sengoku in the face. "Stop molesting Kamio!" Kirihara accused, waving his racket threateningly. Sengoku just looked smug and moved closer to Kamio. "It's not fair if I can not join in!"
Kamio kicked at Sengoku's ankle and moved away, he traded a aggravated look with Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi glanced at Kirihara, who turned and glared at Hiyoshi. Like boyfriend number three should really be giving him that type of look.
"I'm not molesting him." Sengoku said, patting at Kamio's ass again. Kamio's cheeks, which had gradually reddened during the game, darkened just a little more. "We're building doubles camaraderie." Sengoku acted like there was nothing wrong with touching your partners ass when you played doubles. After all, the Jimmies did it all the time! Sengoku doubted that boyfriends one, three, and four would buy it though. (Sengoku was boyfriend number two, and since Kirihara was the one who started this all he got to be boyfriend one.)
"It's molesting." Hiyoshi stated deadpan. "And you’re just trying to stall the game."
Kirihara glanced at the scoreboard and was reminded that he only had to win two more games before they were done. This, of course, reminded Kirihara of the bet that they had made before starting. "Oh, no way you're getting out of this." With a grin Kirihara fell back to the serve line. "You two ready?"
"No." Kamio muttered. He and Sengoku moved into position, Sengoku behind Kamio facing Hiyoshi over the net. "Trade you a week of dishes for a week off."
"You just want to top Sengoku." Hiyoshi did not twitch when Kirihara's serve nearly grazed the top of his head, Kamio let Sengoku take the hit.
He couldn't deny it anyway.
--
Tachibana had a headache by the time he and Chitose made it into one of the Tunnel of Love's swan boats. The party was loud, and Chitose's young team mate was even louder. After giving Kin half of his allowance and 'spotting Echizen' Chitose had finally managed to escape from Kin's grasp, which meant that he and Tachibana finally had some time to spend alone. The sound proof tunnel of the tunnel of love was nice and dark and quiet. Really enjoyable, worth the long line.
"Want a drink?" Chitose offered Tachibana a bottle of water, and then pocketed it when Tachibana shook his head. The two of them enjoyed the quiet a little longer before Tachibana scooted closer on the seat and Chitose lay an arm over Tachibana's shoulders.
"Do you think we should find your sister?" Tachibana asked, breaking the silence. They were passing by a diorama of Romeo and Juliet. Tachibana peered at the mannequins, wondering if the vague resemblance the mannequins had to Yukimura and Sanada were accidental.
"Naw, it's cool." Chitose shrugged, then leaned his head against the top of Tachibana's. Chitose's scraggly hair tickled at Tachibana's ears and forehead. Tachibana sighed and breathed in air scented by patchouli. "Miyuki can handle herself, and Tezuka's a gentleman. He is probably in need of saving more than her."
They cuddled in silence, and passed various displays of other famous lovers.
…Tachibana decided that the fact that most of the mannequins looked vaguely like rival tennis players was not just a coincidence.
"You think we should find yours?" It took Tachibana a few seconds to connect Chitose's question back to their previous conversation.
"An's in one of the boats ahead of us." Tachibana snorted. "With Momoshiro and Echizen."
"You think you know a girl…" Chitose drifted off.
--
Tezuka and Miyuki sat in the artificial park Atobe had set up. Or the real park that Atobe had not demolished and had built the party around. Tezuka was not sure, he did not ask, he was just glad he had escaped the building at the center of the madness. Atobe had crazy ideas about how one should celebrate a birthday, and crazy ideas about what Tezuka would enjoy. Tezuka really had been quite grateful that Atobe had not sent Kabaji out to find him.
Although there was still time for that.
He was also grateful that he had bumped into Miyuki on the fairway while he had been looking for a quiet place to think.
"It's nice here." Miyuki scooted slightly closer to Tezuka. "Right, thief bro?"
"Mmm." Tezuka nodded, and they sat in silence again. Tezuka liked that about Miyuki, she was cheerful, but not a chatterbox, and she would let him be quiet. "Do you have another tennis competition coming up?"
Miyuki nodded, the white brim of her cap bobbing up and down. Tezuka felt the oddest urge to tweak at her bobbing pigtails. Tezuka quelled said urge.
"It's in another month I've been training a lot!" Miyuki curled her arm. "Muscle!"
Tezuka reached out and stroked the smooth skin of Miyuki's arm, feeling the hard muscle underneath. "You are developing very well." Miyuki really was blooming into a beautiful woman, a little androgynous, and she still had not shucked her boyish attitude, but she was definitely identified as a girl. Tezuka vaguely wondered if all women could spring breasts in under a year.
"So, you're sure that Atobe's not interested in your body, right?" Miyuki asked suddenly. "Because I could handle a threesome, really!"
Tezuka felt himself flush, perhaps this development was not a good thing.
"Looooooock on!" Koharu held his fingers up to his eye like a monocle, his eyes squinting as he peered over at whoever he had spotted. "Kamio-chan spotted! He's playing doubles, Yuu-kun."
Hitouji elbowed Koharu in the ribs, at least it was only Koharu's eye that was wandering, Koharu's hands were firmly planted on Hitouji's body. Hitouji scanned the handful of tennis courts that were huddled on the arena, surrounded by a tunnel of love and various carnival games. Hitouji supposed the only way Tezuka would allow Atobe to throw him a party was if tennis was involved.
Hitouji doubted Tezuka had realized there would be a tunnel of love.
Eyes landed on the dark red splash that was Kamio's hair, then noticed the lighter haired red head standing beside him. Mmmm, now THAT was more his type. Kamio was just so small and shrimpy. "Look at his doubles partner, now that's nice."
Koharu's arms squeezed tighter. "I agree, but Yuu-kun's mine!"
Hitouji turned around and hugged Koharu as well, nuzzling his lips against Koharu's smooth cheek. "And Koharu's mine too."
One wandering hand reached down and patted at Hitouji's ass. "Want to visit the tunnel of love?" Koharu asked.
"Only if we don't have to wait in line." Hitouji let go of Koharu and headed in the direction of swan boats and making out in the dark.
--
One more ass pat and Kirihara was going to throw his racket across the net to smack Sengoku in the face. "Stop molesting Kamio!" Kirihara accused, waving his racket threateningly. Sengoku just looked smug and moved closer to Kamio. "It's not fair if I can not join in!"
Kamio kicked at Sengoku's ankle and moved away, he traded a aggravated look with Hiyoshi. Hiyoshi glanced at Kirihara, who turned and glared at Hiyoshi. Like boyfriend number three should really be giving him that type of look.
"I'm not molesting him." Sengoku said, patting at Kamio's ass again. Kamio's cheeks, which had gradually reddened during the game, darkened just a little more. "We're building doubles camaraderie." Sengoku acted like there was nothing wrong with touching your partners ass when you played doubles. After all, the Jimmies did it all the time! Sengoku doubted that boyfriends one, three, and four would buy it though. (Sengoku was boyfriend number two, and since Kirihara was the one who started this all he got to be boyfriend one.)
"It's molesting." Hiyoshi stated deadpan. "And you’re just trying to stall the game."
Kirihara glanced at the scoreboard and was reminded that he only had to win two more games before they were done. This, of course, reminded Kirihara of the bet that they had made before starting. "Oh, no way you're getting out of this." With a grin Kirihara fell back to the serve line. "You two ready?"
"No." Kamio muttered. He and Sengoku moved into position, Sengoku behind Kamio facing Hiyoshi over the net. "Trade you a week of dishes for a week off."
"You just want to top Sengoku." Hiyoshi did not twitch when Kirihara's serve nearly grazed the top of his head, Kamio let Sengoku take the hit.
He couldn't deny it anyway.
--
Tachibana had a headache by the time he and Chitose made it into one of the Tunnel of Love's swan boats. The party was loud, and Chitose's young team mate was even louder. After giving Kin half of his allowance and 'spotting Echizen' Chitose had finally managed to escape from Kin's grasp, which meant that he and Tachibana finally had some time to spend alone. The sound proof tunnel of the tunnel of love was nice and dark and quiet. Really enjoyable, worth the long line.
"Want a drink?" Chitose offered Tachibana a bottle of water, and then pocketed it when Tachibana shook his head. The two of them enjoyed the quiet a little longer before Tachibana scooted closer on the seat and Chitose lay an arm over Tachibana's shoulders.
"Do you think we should find your sister?" Tachibana asked, breaking the silence. They were passing by a diorama of Romeo and Juliet. Tachibana peered at the mannequins, wondering if the vague resemblance the mannequins had to Yukimura and Sanada were accidental.
"Naw, it's cool." Chitose shrugged, then leaned his head against the top of Tachibana's. Chitose's scraggly hair tickled at Tachibana's ears and forehead. Tachibana sighed and breathed in air scented by patchouli. "Miyuki can handle herself, and Tezuka's a gentleman. He is probably in need of saving more than her."
They cuddled in silence, and passed various displays of other famous lovers.
…Tachibana decided that the fact that most of the mannequins looked vaguely like rival tennis players was not just a coincidence.
"You think we should find yours?" It took Tachibana a few seconds to connect Chitose's question back to their previous conversation.
"An's in one of the boats ahead of us." Tachibana snorted. "With Momoshiro and Echizen."
"You think you know a girl…" Chitose drifted off.
--
Tezuka and Miyuki sat in the artificial park Atobe had set up. Or the real park that Atobe had not demolished and had built the party around. Tezuka was not sure, he did not ask, he was just glad he had escaped the building at the center of the madness. Atobe had crazy ideas about how one should celebrate a birthday, and crazy ideas about what Tezuka would enjoy. Tezuka really had been quite grateful that Atobe had not sent Kabaji out to find him.
Although there was still time for that.
He was also grateful that he had bumped into Miyuki on the fairway while he had been looking for a quiet place to think.
"It's nice here." Miyuki scooted slightly closer to Tezuka. "Right, thief bro?"
"Mmm." Tezuka nodded, and they sat in silence again. Tezuka liked that about Miyuki, she was cheerful, but not a chatterbox, and she would let him be quiet. "Do you have another tennis competition coming up?"
Miyuki nodded, the white brim of her cap bobbing up and down. Tezuka felt the oddest urge to tweak at her bobbing pigtails. Tezuka quelled said urge.
"It's in another month I've been training a lot!" Miyuki curled her arm. "Muscle!"
Tezuka reached out and stroked the smooth skin of Miyuki's arm, feeling the hard muscle underneath. "You are developing very well." Miyuki really was blooming into a beautiful woman, a little androgynous, and she still had not shucked her boyish attitude, but she was definitely identified as a girl. Tezuka vaguely wondered if all women could spring breasts in under a year.
"So, you're sure that Atobe's not interested in your body, right?" Miyuki asked suddenly. "Because I could handle a threesome, really!"
Tezuka felt himself flush, perhaps this development was not a good thing.
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