Challenge 04
....which is actually a continuation of All Over the Shower Curtain. Oh, my.
And it has no title. Joy.
Challenge:
SanaYuki or AtoJi (NEITHER OF WHICH HAPPENED XD)
Ink, dice, fan
Word Count: 467
Jirou was sick for the rest of the day. At least, Atobe assumed he was. He hadn't seen him since he ordered the sleepy boy back to bed four hours ago.
Now it was later--after dinner, to be precise. After tennis and tea and more tennis and food, Hyoutei's regulars had settled to their own devices. The fan whirred quietly overhead, fending off the last of the day's heat. Lulled by it and the clack of dice on the coffee table, Atobe turned another page in his book.
"Yuushi, that's cheating!"
"Is it? My apologies, Gakuto. Allow me to make it up to you."
"That's low, Yuu--mm--"
"Don't look, Choutarou," Shishido muttered savagely in response to a gaps that must have been his partner's. Atobe glanced up in time to see the blush of irritation on Shishido's face. "They'll stop soon enough, I'm sure."
It was a blatant hint. Of course they weren't going to take it.
"Mmmph."
"--ah--Yuushi--"
"Get a room already."
"Ah, but Shishido!" Under any other circumstances the slow drawl of Oshitari's voice could be considered "seductive", but here it was bound to be nothing but annoying. "Surely we aren't disturbing you that much."
"You're just jealous 'cause you can't do this with Choutarou," Gakuto added, and pulled Yuushi down for another kiss.
Ohtori looked like he'd just been run over. Shishido looked like he was going to bash Gakuto's face in.
"Gakuto--"
"Sh-Shishido-san, please don't fight!"
The words had the desired--and expected--effect. Shishido apologized and settled back down, both he and Ohtori sporting matching blushes. Gakuto merely smirked and resumed sucking face with Yuushi.
Deciding that was enough drama for one night, Atobe closed his book and stood up.
"Finish your game and go to bed," he commanded to the doubles pairs. "Or don't," he added, as an afterthought, since it appeared Yuushi and Gakuto had no intention of finishing anything anytime soon. "Hiyoshi, you too."
Hiyoshi looked up from where he was carefully drying the ink on his letter, and scowled. "Hai."
Atobe returned his attention to the doubles pairs, frowning as neither of them seemed to have moved yet. "Do not make me repeat myself. To bed. Now."
"On, fine," Gakuto sneered, breaking away long enough to do so. Yuushi stood up with a sigh and offered him a hand up gracefully, which Gakuto took. "Keep your pants on, buchou. We're going."
They left. Sighing in frustration, Atobe levelled a glare at Shishido and Ohtori, sighing in frustration when it became apparent neither of them wanted to stop staring into the other's eyes long enough to stand and depart. Fine. If they wanted to be that way, let them. Atobe snapped his fingers. "Kabaji. Bed."
"Usu."
At least some things were simple.
(More coming later, since this is either an interlude or a bare half-chapter. Hee. ♥)
And it has no title. Joy.
Challenge:
SanaYuki or AtoJi (NEITHER OF WHICH HAPPENED XD)
Ink, dice, fan
Word Count: 467
Jirou was sick for the rest of the day. At least, Atobe assumed he was. He hadn't seen him since he ordered the sleepy boy back to bed four hours ago.
Now it was later--after dinner, to be precise. After tennis and tea and more tennis and food, Hyoutei's regulars had settled to their own devices. The fan whirred quietly overhead, fending off the last of the day's heat. Lulled by it and the clack of dice on the coffee table, Atobe turned another page in his book.
"Yuushi, that's cheating!"
"Is it? My apologies, Gakuto. Allow me to make it up to you."
"That's low, Yuu--mm--"
"Don't look, Choutarou," Shishido muttered savagely in response to a gaps that must have been his partner's. Atobe glanced up in time to see the blush of irritation on Shishido's face. "They'll stop soon enough, I'm sure."
It was a blatant hint. Of course they weren't going to take it.
"Mmmph."
"--ah--Yuushi--"
"Get a room already."
"Ah, but Shishido!" Under any other circumstances the slow drawl of Oshitari's voice could be considered "seductive", but here it was bound to be nothing but annoying. "Surely we aren't disturbing you that much."
"You're just jealous 'cause you can't do this with Choutarou," Gakuto added, and pulled Yuushi down for another kiss.
Ohtori looked like he'd just been run over. Shishido looked like he was going to bash Gakuto's face in.
"Gakuto--"
"Sh-Shishido-san, please don't fight!"
The words had the desired--and expected--effect. Shishido apologized and settled back down, both he and Ohtori sporting matching blushes. Gakuto merely smirked and resumed sucking face with Yuushi.
Deciding that was enough drama for one night, Atobe closed his book and stood up.
"Finish your game and go to bed," he commanded to the doubles pairs. "Or don't," he added, as an afterthought, since it appeared Yuushi and Gakuto had no intention of finishing anything anytime soon. "Hiyoshi, you too."
Hiyoshi looked up from where he was carefully drying the ink on his letter, and scowled. "Hai."
Atobe returned his attention to the doubles pairs, frowning as neither of them seemed to have moved yet. "Do not make me repeat myself. To bed. Now."
"On, fine," Gakuto sneered, breaking away long enough to do so. Yuushi stood up with a sigh and offered him a hand up gracefully, which Gakuto took. "Keep your pants on, buchou. We're going."
They left. Sighing in frustration, Atobe levelled a glare at Shishido and Ohtori, sighing in frustration when it became apparent neither of them wanted to stop staring into the other's eyes long enough to stand and depart. Fine. If they wanted to be that way, let them. Atobe snapped his fingers. "Kabaji. Bed."
"Usu."
At least some things were simple.
(More coming later, since this is either an interlude or a bare half-chapter. Hee. ♥)