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PoT Fic: Stupid (Oishi/Eiji)
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Stupid by Halrloprillalar /prillalar
Prince of Tennis, Oishi/Eiji, R, 1100 words.
Club room, boysex, what more do you want from me?


"I thought you asked me here to tutor you in math," Oishi says. The club room is dim even though it's midday. Quiet and Oishi can see the dust on the floor. He'll have to have a word with the first years.

"I did." Eiji doesn't have his books, doesn't have his bag.

"What are you having trouble with?"

"You're stupid," Eiji says. His brow scrunches up. His right hand makes a fist.

The words sting Oishi, like a wasp on his arm. "I have the best marks in our year."

"You work hard," Eiji says. "You're still stupid." He takes a step forward, into a shaft of light. The dust swirls in front of his face.

"Eiji." Oishi doesn't know what he's going to do. He's barely hanging on, doing his best, waiting for Tezuka to return. Of all people, he thought Eiji would back him up, give him some support.

"He's gone, Oishi." Eiji says. "Why aren't you captain?"

"I'm--"

"You should be captain." Eiji's eyes are wide, intense, focused, like he gets sometimes, when it's important. "Not temporary. You're here. You work hard. It should be you."

"I can't," Oishi says. "Tezuka--"

"Isn't here." Eiji moves out of the sun, into a shadow. "You're stupid," he says again. "You don't see anything."

"Eiji." Oishi takes a step back. The wasp stings, stings, and it won't die.

"Stupid," Eiji says and steps again, long stride, he's got so tall this year, and Oishi is backed against the wall. "You don't see."

"What is it?" Oishi can't believe this, but he can, can easily believe he's failed. He's failed. He can't see. He looks into Eiji's face, looking for the thing he's missed. "Eiji, tell me."

Eiji puts his hands on Oishi's shoulders, fingers tight, hurting. He shoves Oishi back but there's nowhere to go and Oishi still can't work it out, how he got from tutoring Eiji in math to pressed against the wall, shallow breaths and a pounding heart, a cold curl of fear in his stomach, because he's stupid, stupid, stinging, failed.

"Stupid Oishi," Eiji says again, his face so close, the words press against Oishi's mouth. Oishi can smell Eiji's lunch on his breath, some sort of fish, and it's awful, the whole thing is awful, and Eiji's mouth comes down onto Oishi's, clinging wetly for seconds, long seconds that aren't on any clock, and Oishi closes his eyes and sees.

"I'm stupid," he says, when his mouth is free, and the fear is still there, but now it's a thin red wire, coiling around his guts. He pushes forward, stupid, stupid, stinging, and they kiss again, and why did his eyes always stop at Tezuka when they should have been looking further, closer, here?

Eiji's hands slip down Oishi's arms, grab his wrists, pull his arms up, pinned, trapped, splayed between the wall and Eiji. Oishi cranes his neck, eyes still closed, finds Eiji's lips, and kisses him, short kisses, as many as he can. He still feels the sting, but now it's salt spray at the beach, waking him up, rousing him from the inside out, and he's never felt so much churn inside, never felt his dick lurch full of blood so fast.

"You are," Eiji says against Oishi's mouth, fish breath and his tongue sliding through Oishi's lips, stroking in and out again, chest tight to Oishi's ribs, hips pushing up and Oishi can feel Eiji's dick against him, pressing into his belly, and it's making him even stupider.

Oishi opens his eyes and looks at Eiji. His eyes are wide, serious, full of whatever it is that makes their dicks hard and their palms sweat and Oishi almost wants to look away, but it doesn't matter because he can't.

"Eiji." Oishi can just manage that, hardly more than a breath of air. He wants to put his arms around Eiji and cling, move, fall, but he's still pinned and he doesn't want to break free.

"Are you still going to be stupid?" Eiji says.

"No," but Oishi wonders if that's true, if that's a promise he can keep. He didn't mean to be stupid before. "Tell me if I'm stupid."

"I just did." Eiji puts his cheek to Oishi's, speaks into Oishi's ear. "Do you trust me?"

That's not even a question so Oishi doesn't answer. Eiji lets go of Oishi's wrists, but he doesn't move away, he leans against Oishi, breath heaving against Oishi's chest, and he undoes the button on Oishi's trousers.

And this is when Oishi knows he's stupid, because what could be dumber than letting your doubles partner undo your pants at school in the middle of the day when anyone could be around? But then, what could show more trust than letting him slide his hand down the front of your dick and back to cup your balls? And what could be better than biting your lip and clutching his hair and feeling his hand on you, different than your own, moving until you twist inside out and gasp against his shoulder?

Nothing.

"Uhhh," Oishi says, after, sticky, slack, stupid. "Can I...? Do you...?" Eiji lets him go and Oishi's knees almost buckle.

"We're late for class," Eiji says, and wipes his hand on Momoshiro's towel. It's the sexiest thing Oishi has ever seen. "You can get me after practice, okay?" He looks over and for the first time this afternoon, Oishi sees uncertainty on his face.

Oishi crosses the room and puts his arms around Eiji, solid, warm, happiest day in his life. "Okay," he says and his pants fall down. Eiji laughs. Oishi pulls his pants up, does up the zipper, the button.

"You should be captain," Eiji says and the air turns awkward, just a bit.

"Eiji," Oishi says, because he doesn't know what else to say, and Eiji turns and bounds away, out the door, gone.

Oishi drops onto a bench and for the first time in his life, he skips his afternoon classes. He draws up a practice schedule for the team. He deletes the text message he was composing to Tezuka. He gets off again. He sweeps the floor. He lies on his back and stares at the cracks on the ceiling and grins like an idiot, waiting for the team, his team.

He falls asleep and wakes, choking, Eiji's fingers holding his nose, stopping his breath. Eiji lets go, fingers brushing over Oishi's cheek and Oishi still can't breathe. "Stupid," Eiji says, and Oishi can only agree.


-fin-

Comments are always welcome.

lol @ you writing GP :p

That's sometimes the only time I can see GP happening really, is when Eiji slaps Oishi and tells him "ENOUGH WITH THE TEZUKA WHAT ABOUT ME?!"

I love the way Oishi says 'Eiji' in the anime. Almost as much as I like the way Tezuka says 'Oishi' or Echizen say 'buchou'. I love it how Oishi can't say anything but.

I also love that not many people get to tell Oishi off except Kikumaru and I like how highly strung Oishi is.

And poor Momo.

I really liked this: Oishi drops onto a bench and for the first time in his life, he skips his afternoon classes. He draws up a practice schedule for the team. He deletes the text message he was composing to Tezuka. He gets off again. He sweeps the floor. He lies on his back and stares at the cracks on the ceiling and grins like an idiot, waiting for the team, his team.

And, having said *all* of that, for some reason, I feel like there's a barrier in this fic. Like I can tell you're not comfortable writing them. But then it might be because you're new at it and this is the first of many many GP to come. But I can't pin point it.

I ♥ Oishi.

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POOR MOMO LOL

This was oddly hot, I usually find GP too cute to be hot. It was sad too :(

I'm sure Momo will just think he forgot to change the towel after he and Kaidoh got off before morning practice. :D

Thanks, honey. Sad is good.

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They're not a usual for me either, so I'm glad you enjoyed. :)

Oh. Nice. Mostly, the last bit rings truest, because for some reason that clenched it for me: Eiji would totally wake Oishi up by plugging his nose and then calling him stupid. That's just so... them.

Also, Eiji is totally the sort to wipe his hands - dirties in whatever fashion - on Momo's towel. Another form of staking his claim, eh? Hee.

Thank you! I'm still finding my way with these two, so it's good to hear about the parts that feel most right. :)

YAY. Oh gosh, this is awesome. I love Eiji virtually slapping Oishi upside the head with sex, and I love that Oishi is clearly blind to Eiji because he's too busy idolizing Tezuka until Eiji shoves himself at Oishi and tells him how it is.

And I love you! ♥

In my post-Yuletide, half-asleep celebration haze, I seem to have written what seems to be some Fuji/Tezuka porn. Do you think that plus this equal some sign of an impending apocalypse?</i>

This was so fun to write. And if it makes Tezuka cry, so much the better. (And then Inui can "comfort" him.) And I love how there are more Oishi/Tezuka icons in the comments than Golden Pair. (Well, at least right now.)

In my post-Yuletide, half-asleep celebration haze, I seem to have written what seems to be some Fuji/Tezuka porn. Do you think that plus this equal some sign of an impending apocalypse?

Jeez, I hope that doesn't mean the sun won't rise on Friday after all. Better post the porn before that just in case. :D

*snerks* Annnnnd Eiji wins.

Everybody wins. Except for Momo. *g*

I loooooooooooved this. Fabulous Eiji characterisation. ♥

I totally dig this take on Eiji/Oishi.

Thanks so much! Eiji isn't my favourite, but I want to do him justice. (And, hell, I didn't like Momo much before I wrote him a lot and now I love the big doof.)

Oh, Hal. ♥

Thank you for writing this. *sends you special raburabu beam*

♥ I was thinking about what Lil said about wanting to see GP with the same heat as MK, so this is my first try. (I didn't just write GP b/c I was drunk. Really!) Because I love you guys, really I do.

I admit, at first, I thought you'd killed Tezuka off (perhaps cancer) and chortled to myself.

ACK! That was so awesome! And I love love loved when Eiji took charge. Yes! Not a girl indeed! Hoi hoi!

But, by far, the best line was: "We're late for class," Eiji says, and wipes his hand on Momoshiro's towel. I am laughing at Momo right now. Because he'll use that towel and Oishi will be all red in the face when he realizes that after practice and the little details like this just make your writing so awesome, Hal. :D

I would never kill Tezuka off in GP fic a second time. Probably. Unless I thought the plot called for it.

Eiji is so not a girl! (Not that girls can't be agressive either.) And maybe Oishi's jizz on Momo's towel will somehow cause Momo to become obsessed with Oishi and chase him around and wacky hijinks will ensue.

I'm so glad you liked it! :) :) :)

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Thanks so much! Eiji is no shrinking violet, for sure. And I like it when boys' pants fall down. :D I've not written these two much before, so I'm extra glad to hear that you liked it. :)

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Aw, thanks. :) I like agressive Eiji. Oishi is a wibbler, but Eiji just goes for it.

Ohhhh...I don't usually like Golden Pair fic, but this just...welll, it was perfect. I am incoherent right now. :)))

Thank you so much! I'm trying to start writing them a bit, to see if I can get into them. And I admit, anything that flusters Oishi is okay by me. :)

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I really liked your characterization of Eiji in this piece. Far too often he comes off uber girly in fanfic, and it was really nice to see him be a boy for once.

Also, Momo's towel = ♥

I'm glad you enjoyed! Yeah, I don't see Eiji as girly at all in the canon. (If anybody's wearing the skirt in that relationship, it's Oishi!)

Hee! I wonder if Momo will even notice.

Just yesterday I was saying to a friend that there needs to be some fic out there where Eiji's actually a boy, and sure enough, here it is! Thanks for writing.

Hee! Glad I could oblige. :)

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