TITLE: Turn Me Up
FANDOM: Prince of Tennis
SUMMARY: Momo, Kaidoh, and a messed up car stereo. (700+ words)
WARNING/S: PWP. And Momo’s dirty mouth.
NOTES: Inspired by hentai_contest's 21st prompt. Credit also goes to this Elvis Presley song.
"And this is how you do it," Momo singsongs, chugging the connector of his MP3 player into the stereo drive. He winces at the sound of metal scraping against metal, before turning back to his companion.
Kaidoh, obviously unimpressed, crosses his arms, "I don’t hear anything."
"Well, duh," Momo raises a brow, "I haven’t switched it on yet." He flicks the switch and before they know what’s happening, the car begins to vibrate, a heavy bass rocking them in their seats.
Kaidoh’s phone falls off of the dashboard but he’s too distracted to notice. He grabs on to the upholstery, hair raising and bristling like a cat. Momo chuckles, wishes he could get a picture of it, but swears his ears are about to bleed off and lowers the volume instead.
"Are you trying to kills us?" His companion hisses at him, slapping Momo’s arm.
Momo grins back, "Naw, why would I wanna do that?"
Before sunset, they manage to get a move on.
"We’re going to be late," Kaidoh says for the millionth time. Momo rolls his eyes. Which earns him a shove in the gut.
"The reunion isn’t until tomorrow," he replies, massaging his side. Kaidoh’s turned away from him already and doesn’t say a word until they reach a gas station.
Momo complains that he needs to pee, doesn’t care when Kaidoh reminds him that they agreed to get to that damn pension before breakfast and that Oishi-senpai would roast them alive if they didn’t do their fair share of work for the team barbeque.
"Your funeral," Kaidoh hisses, reaching up to fix his bandana.
Momo slams his door harder than he was supposed to.
He returns to a blaring chorus of, "'Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do!" with Kaidoh covering his ears, pitched forward in agony, and the windows shaking. He takes pity, stretches an arm out to pull the connector from the drive.
Rather than thanking him with glittering eyes ("You saved me!") like Momo assumed he would, Kaidoh rounds on him and threatens to poke his eyes out, yelling about how Momo can’t drive and has a demon for a car.
Momo pitches forward and covers his ears.
Noting the sign coming up which says that the pension is about ten more kilometers away, he nearly yips with glee. Kaidoh’s just fallen asleep, however, and warned Momo not rouse him unless it was absolutely important – so he settles for a small fist pump.
It isn’t long before they ease into the driveway, the pension lights off.
It’s the wee hours of the morning; of course, no one would be there to greet them. Momo grumbles about team spirit before reaching over to tap Kaidoh on the shoulder. A hand swats him away. Determined to get his way (just this once, arguably), Momo tries again, harder this time.
"Oi, mamushi, get out of my fucking car!"
Kaidoh grunts at him, yanks his bandana over his eyes and ignores him some more.
Gritting his teeth, Momo entertains the thought of pushing Kaidoh out literally, but allows his conscience to get the better of him. He remembers his companion’s aversion to rock and flips the MP3 player back into the drive, ready to blast him away with another round of Aerosmith.
What comes out of the speakers is the King.
He fumbles with the buttons but nothing seems to be working. Both Kaidoh and the car seem to be hell-bent on disregarding his presence altogether.
Momo throws a dirty look at him, while Kaidoh continues to snooze peacefully, bandana sliding off his head and shirt riding up his torso from all the moving. The second Momo notes that, he gets a really nasty idea. To be honest, it’s a pretty good one, but nasty nonetheless.
He reaches over again and quickly unbuttons his companion’s jeans, pulling the zipper down. Kaidoh lets out a soft snore, pawing at the air. Momo catches his arm and dives.
Kaidoh wakes up a little while later to find Momo half on his knees and half sprawled across the car seat, his hand down Kaidoh’s pants and snuzzling his very hard, dripping cock. He’s about to yell, until Momo shushes him with a finger, leaning up to slam their mouths together, teeth scraping against Kaidoh’s lower lip.
Elvis is still howling on the speakers about his brain flaming and not knowing which way to go. Momo hums the tune beneath his breath, then proceeds to light Kaidoh’s morning sky.
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.