Ship: Atobe Keigo/Momoshiro Takeshi Fandom: Prince of Tennis Major Tags: None Other Tags: Underage driving Square: Car Word Count: 597
Thanks for the nice prompts <3
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Tuesday morning Momo turned on his phone to find he had a couple of unread texts from Atobe:
I bought Sebastian, my personal servant, a new car. It’s a next year’s model. I’ll take you for a new spin after school tomorrow.
When Atobe texted ‘take you for a spin,’ Momo had assumed Atobe’s servant would be the one behind the wheel. So, he was naturally quite shocked to see Atobe in the driver’s seat. Atobe was still only 15, what business did he have driving? But then, Momo remembered Atobe piloted a helicopter and even got to school by hang gliding on occasion. Driving a car was probably child’s play for a him.
The door to the passenger’s side opened automatically and Atobe beckoned him inside.
“You have permission to drive this?” Momo asked.
“Permission? I have the receipt!” Atobe loftily waved a piece of paper in Momo’s face. The amount was more than Momo would likely make in his entire life.
*
Atobe didn’t suck at driving, but he wasn’t exactly what Momo would call an expert. As soon as they got out of the narrow neighborhood streets, Atobe slammed his foot on the gas and zipped down the road at full speed.
“This car can go over 350 kilometers per hour!” Atobe boasted, darting in and out of the lanes, always trying to be first in line for the red light.
“Woah.” Momo said, torn between thinking Atobe was really really cool and feeling as if he might die.
“Don’t worry. I’m in complete control,” Atobe assured him. “I know exactly what all the cars are about to do because of my insight.”
And, for a couple seconds, Momo felt confident Atobe was in control. All up until another car dashed into their lane, causing Atobe to slam hard on the brakes.
“He changed his mind out of nowhere!”
“I think we should pull over,” Momo choked out.
Atobe noticed Momo was looking a little green, so he brought his speed down a couple notches and pulled into a semi-vacant lot. Momo had better not toss his cookies in Atobe’s servant’s new car!
“Perhaps I was trying a little too hard to impress you,” Atobe said as he put the car in park.
“Impress me? Why me?”
“I admire your simple nature.”
It felt almost like a backhanded compliment, but Momo jumped at the chance to lean over and plant a kiss on Atobe’s lips. Atobe kissed him back, tongue traveling around in Momo’s mouth. Lips still locked, Momo fondled Atobe’s chest hair under his shirt, while Atobe seemed to be aiming to rip Momo’s shirt right off.
Just as Momo tossed his shirt in in the back seat, there was a soft tap at the driver’s window.
“Master Keigo!”
It was Atobe’s personal servant, Sebastian!
“Damn it! I forgot to turn off the gps!”
“Master Keigo! Open the door this instant!” Sebastian kept rapping on the window pane, until Atobe opened the door. Momo’s shirt was still trapped somewhere in the back, so he just sat there awkwardly half dressed as Atobe opened the front door.
“Sebastian, please don’t tell my father,” Atobe pleaded, which made him look more his age than Momo thought possible.
Fine, but I’m taking away your transportation privileges for the month. No boat sailing, helicopter piloting, and definitely no being a passenger in my car.”
“No hang-gliding either.” Sebastian quickly added.
“Then that means…”
“You’re only allowed to take the commoner’s tube, bus, or bicycle, just like all the other youths your age.”
Momo’s ears perked up at the word bicycle and he gave Atobe a subtle wink.
FILL: Team Grandstand, A3, T
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Underage driving
Square: Car
Word Count: 597
Thanks for the nice prompts <3
***
Tuesday morning Momo turned on his phone to find he had a couple of unread texts from Atobe:
I bought Sebastian, my personal servant, a new car.
It’s a next year’s model.
I’ll take you for a new spin after school tomorrow.
When Atobe texted ‘take you for a spin,’ Momo had assumed Atobe’s servant would be the one behind the wheel. So, he was naturally quite shocked to see Atobe in the driver’s seat. Atobe was still only 15, what business did he have driving? But then, Momo remembered Atobe piloted a helicopter and even got to school by hang gliding on occasion. Driving a car was probably child’s play for a him.
The door to the passenger’s side opened automatically and Atobe beckoned him inside.
“You have permission to drive this?” Momo asked.
“Permission? I have the receipt!” Atobe loftily waved a piece of paper in Momo’s face. The amount was more than Momo would likely make in his entire life.
*
Atobe didn’t suck at driving, but he wasn’t exactly what Momo would call an expert. As soon as they got out of the narrow neighborhood streets, Atobe slammed his foot on the gas and zipped down the road at full speed.
“This car can go over 350 kilometers per hour!” Atobe boasted, darting in and out of the lanes, always trying to be first in line for the red light.
“Woah.” Momo said, torn between thinking Atobe was really really cool and feeling as if he might die.
“Don’t worry. I’m in complete control,” Atobe assured him. “I know exactly what all the cars are about to do because of my insight.”
And, for a couple seconds, Momo felt confident Atobe was in control. All up until another car dashed into their lane, causing Atobe to slam hard on the brakes.
“He changed his mind out of nowhere!”
“I think we should pull over,” Momo choked out.
Atobe noticed Momo was looking a little green, so he brought his speed down a couple notches and pulled into a semi-vacant lot. Momo had better not toss his cookies in Atobe’s servant’s new car!
“Perhaps I was trying a little too hard to impress you,” Atobe said as he put the car in park.
“Impress me? Why me?”
“I admire your simple nature.”
It felt almost like a backhanded compliment, but Momo jumped at the chance to lean over and plant a kiss on Atobe’s lips. Atobe kissed him back, tongue traveling around in Momo’s mouth. Lips still locked, Momo fondled Atobe’s chest hair under his shirt, while Atobe seemed to be aiming to rip Momo’s shirt right off.
Just as Momo tossed his shirt in in the back seat, there was a soft tap at the driver’s window.
“Master Keigo!”
It was Atobe’s personal servant, Sebastian!
“Damn it! I forgot to turn off the gps!”
“Master Keigo! Open the door this instant!” Sebastian kept rapping on the window pane, until Atobe opened the door. Momo’s shirt was still trapped somewhere in the back, so he just sat there awkwardly half dressed as Atobe opened the front door.
“Sebastian, please don’t tell my father,” Atobe pleaded, which made him look more his age than Momo thought possible.
Fine, but I’m taking away your transportation privileges for the month. No boat sailing, helicopter piloting, and definitely no being a passenger in my car.”
“No hang-gliding either.” Sebastian quickly added.
“Then that means…”
“You’re only allowed to take the commoner’s tube, bus, or bicycle, just like all the other youths your age.”
Momo’s ears perked up at the word bicycle and he gave Atobe a subtle wink.