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PoT Fic: Pointless (InuKai)
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prillalar
You'd think after poking at this for three weeks, it would be something more substantial. But it's not.


Pointless by Halrloprillalar / prillalar
Prince of Tennis, InuKai, G, 790 words.
Fluff. And pencils.



Kaidoh finished his homework twenty minutes ago and Inui is still at his computer. Kaidoh has a book of puzzles Inui gave him, to improve his brain, and a mechanical pencil without any lead. Inui has a stack of paper on the desk beside him and the light from the monitor washes out his face, making it even paler.

Don't work so hard, Kaidoh wants to say. He wants to snatch the paper away, push it through the shredder, turn off the computer. No matter how much time Kaidoh puts in, how much effort, how much pain, Inui goes two steps further, and it's beginning to show in the blisters on his hand and the circles under his eyes.

Inui types and Kaidoh watches him, eyes on his back, on his hands moving over the keyboard. Kaidoh should pack his things and go. He should leave Inui alone to get his work done. But he stays, turning the pencil between his fingers, and wishing something, only he doesn't know quite what.

The clack of the keys stops and Inui stretches out his arms, above his head, then to the sides, the muscles in his back shifting underneath his shirt. The wish presses hard underneath Kaidoh's breastbone, trying to find a way out. He drops the pencil on the floor. Inui starts typing again.

Kaidoh moves, he's not sure how it happens, it's like a jump cut in a movie, and it ends with him standing behind Inui's chair, with his hands on Inui's shoulders.

Inui stops typing. "Kaidoh?" he says. Kaidoh hisses once, before he can stop himself. Then he presses his thumbs into Inui's back. The muscles are knotted and Kaidoh digs deeper, trying to push out the tension and fatigue. Inui slumps a bit and Kaidoh rubs the base of his neck, the spots beneath his shoulder-blades, working his fingers harder as he feels Inui relax.

It's odd to see Inui from above. Kaidoh wonders, like he does sometimes, if Inui does his hair like this or if it's just how he wakes up. There's a place near the crown where his hair parts a little and there's a faint line on his scalp that looks like an old scar.

"Senpai," Kaidoh says, hands still on Inui's shoulders, "do you have any pencil lead?" And the pressure inside him breaks, and he knows what he wants. He wants to pull Inui off the stool, pull him close, feel the tightness of his body, the wet of his mouth.

The shock of it stops Kaidoh. His body won't move, except for his heart knocking against his ribs. "Senpai," he says again and the word almost chokes him.

And Inui leans his head back against Kaidoh.

Heat spreads out over Kaidoh's chest like Tiger Balm on his skin. He doesn't know what to do with his hands: leave them or pull them away? Inui is resting against him like maybe he likes it and if Kaidoh dropped down to his knees he could put his head on Inui's shoulder.

"Kaidoh," Inui says. Kaidoh jumps back, face burning and hands clenched. "I, um--" Inui coughs. "What size of pencil lead do you need?" He yanks his desk drawer and it comes all the way out, pens and paperclips and a mousetrap scattering over the floor. "Fuck," Inui says and scrambles after them.

Kaidoh picks up paperclips and pours them into Inui's palm. He wants to ask about the mousetrap. He wants to ask about the scar.

"What size?"

"Senpai?"

"The lead. I have--" Inui slides the drawer back in. "--0.35 millimetre, 0.5, and 0.7. They're all HB. I think my dad has some 0.5 millimetre F. Or we could go out to the stationery store."

"Um..." Kaidoh checks his pencil and takes the 0.5 millimetre. "Thank you." He fills the pencil. He tries to do a number link puzzle but all he can think about are Inui's shoulders under his hands and Inui's head against his chest. He can still feel it on his skin, in the air around him. He looks up.

Inui looks away.

Kaidoh's skin prickles and the air around him prickles and there's a flush along the tops of Inui's cheeks. Kaidoh pushes his puzzle book and pencil into his bag. "Senpai," he says and jumps to his feet.

"Did you want an eraser?" Inui says.

Kaidoh knows what he wants but he doesn't know what to say. "Let's," he says instead, and picks up Inui's racquet and hands it to him. "Let's play tennis."

Inui stands there for a few moments, swinging the racquet gently like maybe he doesn't know he's doing it. Then he smiles. "Let's."

-fin-


eta: longleggedgit recently posted some InuKai massage fic too: Pressure Sensitivity. One more and I think we can call it theme week. :)

I love how you keep calling this kind of thing fluff even though fluff doesn't usually tie my stomach in knots and make shake my fist at the universe and shout that KAIDOH SHOULD GET WHAT HE WANTS OKAY. Somehow though the ulcer is always worth it.

I started writing it to make myself feel better and, in my head, all self-indulgent comfort fic get labeled fluff. *g*

KAIDOH WILL GET WHAT HE WANTS FOR SURE. It just takes a little time, sometimes.

:D This was nice to read. The confusion and flurry of emotions and senses is written in a way that it's not confusing for the reader.

Eeeeee. InuKai fic. <3

Thank you! That's really great to hear. :)

Aww, that made me smile. :)

*o*
First time in a loooong period I managed to find the time to read a new story of you and comment ! And like always, it's terrific !

Thank you! I've been really busy too -- so behind in reading and commenting.

I always love seeing that icon. ♥

I like this theme week. Everyone, follow our lead! :)

This was so lovely. ♥ I just love Kaidoh standing up and rubbing Inui's shoulders without even thinking about it, and then suddenly knowing exactly what he wants from Inui and not being able to say it but Inui kind of knowing anyway and them just trying to work it out in pencil lead and . . . yeah. It's so them and so sweet. :)

Also, what I find even more interesting than the fact that we both posted Inukai massage fic at almost the exact same time (even nearly the same word count, hahaha) is that we both made Kaidoh the one giving the massage. I think usually Inui would be pegged for the masseuse in this relationship, if only because it provides a convenient excuse to get his hands all over Kaidoh. ♥

I am totally down for theme week! Now we just have to poke people to write.

I learned a lot about pencil lead while I was writing this. *g* It didn't seem like the right moment for them to resolve things. But they seem to be moving in a forward direction. ♥

I think usually Inui would be pegged for the masseuse

I agree and I think that's why we both went for the reversal. More interesting that way. :)

This makes me feel oddly sad. But it's lovely. ♥

Aw! Don't worry -- after a few more awkward sessions like this, I'm sure they work it out and live happily until Inui graduates ever after. ♥

I completely felt as if it was me reaching for the chair, me Inui was lying against, and I was enjoying it so much. All for those precious seconds! (---note: I still prefer Kaido, but this is what YOU manage to do to me.)

Wow, that's so great to hear! Sometimes I miss having those awkward/sweet/terrifying moments of adolescent contact. I'm really glad it came through so well!

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Thank you! They make me so wibbly. ♥

I love how in your Inui/Kaidoh stories, Inui and Kaidoh have such an inability to communicate clearly. It leads to delicious tension and frustration. (INUI. Stop talking about pencil lead. Argh.)

Poor Inui was taken by surprise so he had no time to prepare an embarassing speech. :D

It feels substantial somehow even though it's short. If that helps. :)

♥ I like that you write them so even when they're unsettled and unhappy, there's still this underlying hope, and that makes me hopeful, too.

It must be the pencils. They are srs biznis.

Everything will work out, I'm sure. After a few more tennis matches. :)

I love how awkward it is between them, in their pre-slashiness :) the feeling is there, but the feeling to act is still not quite developed. So sweet in it's tension and characterisation.

I think it's the stage I most love to see them in, where there's no serious barrier to them getting together but they're still stumbling around trying to work it out. I'm glad you liked it!

:D


I love the way you write them, Halbert.

This is beautiful and achey and frustrating in a very good way. :))) ♥

So good to hear! Thank you. :)

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Death by UST -- I suppose there are worse ways to go. :)

Oh, this is really lovely -- I love how you bring out Kaidoh's soft side, and there's such a great, intense quality to this.

Inui is resting against him like maybe he likes it and if Kaidoh dropped down to his knees he could put his head on Inui's shoulder.

*hearts*

They are so sweet they kill me every time. Good thing I didn't go with the firework after all or it might have exploded and killed them both!

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