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Title: Game, Set, Match
Author: Kimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I own dead squat.
Word count: 550
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Hisoka removed his t-shirt, wiped the sweat off his forehead and concentrated on Tatsumi on the other side of the court. He pulled a yellow ball from the right pocket of his white shorts and served it to the left of where Tatsumi stood. Tatsumi quickly ran to it and backhanded it to Hisoka and so the game went on.

What began as an invitation when they first came together, had become a weekly tradition. When they first began to play, Tatsumi had been, by far, the better player, but as time went on, Hisoka's skills had improved. And truth be told, they both enjoyed the game.

The sounds of sneaker squeaks, racket hits, and cursing (mostly from Hisoka's side) continued for some time. As the afternoon wore on, the once sunny sky became darker and cloudier and not soon after, a heavy downpour fell upon them. Hisoka looked up skyward and closed his eyes. The rain wet his already sweat-dampened hair and trickled down his naked upper body. It felt good.

Tatsumi watched Hisoka from across the court and could not help but admire the view. As the rain got heavier, Tatsumi took off his own shirt and went towards Hisoka. Hisoka heard him as he came closer and became warmer despite the cooled air. Tatsumi walked behind Hisoka and wrapped his arms around the young man's waist and chest.

"Have fun?" Tatsumi whispered lustfully into Hisoka's ear.

Hisoka smirked, "not really. It was too hot."

"Oh, really? How can I rectify the situation then?" Tatsumi asked as he nibbled on Hisoka's earlobe.

"Oh..." Hisoka took hold of Tatsumi's right hand with his own and steered it towards the bulge in his shorts. "You'll find a way."

Tatsumi gave a small chuckle. "Like this?" He asked as he squeezed the outline of Hisoka's cock through the shorts.

Hisoka groaned, "just like that."

"Well, that takes care of you, but what about me?"

Hisoka turned around. "I thought you had fun."

"I did, but I could always have more."

"So indulgent... Are you sure you're not Tsuzuki?"

Tatsumi leaned closer to him. "Does Tsuzuki do this?" He asked as he kissed Hisoka and lowered them to the ground.

What followed was a sort of maniac race to get off. Between hard, sloppy kisses, Hisoka managed to undo both their shorts and push them down to free their straining erections. Tatsumi wrapped his right hand around both of their cocks, his left arm around Hisoka's torso. They began to thrust into one another, their cocks jerked together against Tatsumi's hand and each other. Hisoka moaned softly as Tatsumi jerked them against their thrusts and lowered himself on to Tatsumi's chest.

"T-Tatsumi," Hisoka gasped between breaths. "I'm pretty close."

Tatsumi nodded. "So am I."

They sped up their thrusts and soon orgasm overtook them. Hisoka groaned loudly as he came and bit down hard on Tatsumi's chest. That was all that was needed for Tatsumi, as Hisoka's semen lubricated his hand, his uncut cock shot its load over his and Hisoka's lower bodies. Tatsumi lowered his head and let it rest on the ground as he and his lover recovered from what had just transpired.

"Hisoka?" Tatsumi said, as he got his breath back.

"Yeah?" Hisoka panted.

"The rain let up."

"I didn't notice."