My type
Tittle: My Type
Pairing: Yabu/Inoo
Rating: PG
Setting: When they're 16/17
"Okay guys, last game. Last chance to reach for championship. We can do this!" A (maybe little too) enthusiastic 17 year old Yabu Kouta yelled at his teammates. Some shrugged in response, others nodded firmly and only the youngest and shortest rolled his eyes at their captain. "Don't you think you're taking this a little bit to serious? Captain?" Arioka Daiki snorted, only getting a weird look from his older friend.
"Soccer can never be taken too serious!" this one exclaimed as he tightened his shoe laces for probably the 16th time that day. The younger boy merely shook his head. Being friends with the lanky male for pretty much all his life had taught him one thing, 'soccer was holy.'
When the boys of FC Johnny's entered the field Tegoshi whistled and nudged his taller, yet younger team captain. "Seems your girlfriend is back again," he grinned, as his head bobbed towards a pretty, young blacked haired male that had positioned himself on the tribune again. Just like he did every game. And Yabu wondered why. Because other than just sitting there, the boy didn't seem to have any interest in the game.
The boy seemed gaze a little bit over the soccer field, and Yabu didn't know whether it was his imagination or reality but his eyes seemed to be fixed on him a little bit longer than on the rest of the team. The young male shrugged at this. Now wasn't the time for pretty guests. Soccer.
Yet he muttered before greeting the referee, "you should really stop calling him my girlfriend Yuya-kun. People might actually think he's a girl while he's pretty obviously a guy to me."
The older boy just laughed at this. Running away and joining the team for warming up. Yabu shrugged again, only to yet again remember himself; now wasn't the time.
The game went perfect. It was as if they got help from the God's themselves, playing on air instead of the grassy subsurface. Every pass seemed perfect, every shot landed precisely where it it was supposed to be and after 90 minutes of playing on roses FC Johnny's officially could call themselves the new champions.
Daiki jumped onto his friend's back and threw one fist in the air as he loudly exclaimed his team was the best one in the world, totally forgotten his cynical attitude from before, and Yabu grinned. He knew they had made it. And he also knew that his 2 goals and 3 assists had been very helpful to get there. He still felt the adrenaline run through his veins and in his head every single moment of the game replied itself in slow-motion.
As his smaller friend got plucked of his shoulders and dragged to the dressing room by his teammates he received several pats on the back and encouraging words as, "great job Kou" and "you did well." He grinned, and clung the ball under his arm as he saw the rest dashing away from the field, off to congratulate the others.
He let go on the ball and started dribbling around the field when he heard his name, "Kou-chan! Coach Tottsu says he's gonna take us out for dinner after we're showered!" It was Daiki, who clearly was thrown under the shower with his uniform still on. Yet, he didn't seem to care about it and there was a big grin plastered on his face. Yabu just laughed and shook his head, "you guys go ahead, I just wanna shoot some balls before I hit the showers."
The younger male shrugged, "okay! But if the food is gone when you get there, it's not my fault!" While the younger ran back to the dressing room, the lanky male continued dribbling and shooting until he heard another voice calling his name. Less familiar, and a little bit hesitating.
He turned around and looked into the eyes of Inoo Kei. Goddamn gorgeous and his girlfriend, as his teammates called the younger boy. While in fact Yabu and he had barely spoken. The taller male grinned sheepishly as the other one looked away while muttering a silent congratulation. There was a slight pink blush covering his light skin and for a moment the older male was startled by the sight.
Rather dumb he picked up the ball and asked, "wanna play?"
Inoo blinked at the question and a small smile formed upon his lips. "Nah, I'm not the type to play, I'd rather watch."
Yabu found himself staring at those lips for a second. Damn those lips. And back to the younger boy again. Wha-- What to say now? He dropped the ball and moved a little closer to the pretty boy, trying hard not to drop his cool posture. "I think you are my type, and I'd rather watch you."
Now the younger boy seemed to color bright red, biting his lower lip a little bit where slightly, but visible a smile formed. "I see," he mused as he eyed the other boy mischievously, also scooting over a bit closer.
His hand reached out for the dirty soccer shirt so he was able to pull the older male closer. The latter looked a little but shocked as he muttered, "you'll get dirty babe." And with that he ran a hand through his hair. Wet and dirty with sweat and grass from the game. The younger male giggled, "and you think I'd mind?"
The older male grinned, "yeah, you seemed the type for that."
The was another giggle, "and what if I said I was not?"
"Then I'd say I was right from the start, and you really are my type." By the time, his hands were already resting on the smaller males waist. This one merely rolled his eyes, his hands that had leaned on the older boy's chest now let their rank piano fingers entangle with the soccer shirt. "You sure Yabu-kun?"
He smirked, bending over a little bit, looking the other one in the end, "yeah. I am. Inoo-kun."
That was all the younger male needed to hear, and with a swift motion he pulled Yabu down by his shirt, crashing his soft lips onto the other ones and moving his hands from the chest to the lightly dyed brown hair to bury his hands in. 'Oh hell yeah...' Yabu thought as he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, 'he definitely is my type.'
Pairing: Yabu/Inoo
Rating: PG
Setting: When they're 16/17
"Okay guys, last game. Last chance to reach for championship. We can do this!" A (maybe little too) enthusiastic 17 year old Yabu Kouta yelled at his teammates. Some shrugged in response, others nodded firmly and only the youngest and shortest rolled his eyes at their captain. "Don't you think you're taking this a little bit to serious? Captain?" Arioka Daiki snorted, only getting a weird look from his older friend.
"Soccer can never be taken too serious!" this one exclaimed as he tightened his shoe laces for probably the 16th time that day. The younger boy merely shook his head. Being friends with the lanky male for pretty much all his life had taught him one thing, 'soccer was holy.'
When the boys of FC Johnny's entered the field Tegoshi whistled and nudged his taller, yet younger team captain. "Seems your girlfriend is back again," he grinned, as his head bobbed towards a pretty, young blacked haired male that had positioned himself on the tribune again. Just like he did every game. And Yabu wondered why. Because other than just sitting there, the boy didn't seem to have any interest in the game.
The boy seemed gaze a little bit over the soccer field, and Yabu didn't know whether it was his imagination or reality but his eyes seemed to be fixed on him a little bit longer than on the rest of the team. The young male shrugged at this. Now wasn't the time for pretty guests. Soccer.
Yet he muttered before greeting the referee, "you should really stop calling him my girlfriend Yuya-kun. People might actually think he's a girl while he's pretty obviously a guy to me."
The older boy just laughed at this. Running away and joining the team for warming up. Yabu shrugged again, only to yet again remember himself; now wasn't the time.
The game went perfect. It was as if they got help from the God's themselves, playing on air instead of the grassy subsurface. Every pass seemed perfect, every shot landed precisely where it it was supposed to be and after 90 minutes of playing on roses FC Johnny's officially could call themselves the new champions.
Daiki jumped onto his friend's back and threw one fist in the air as he loudly exclaimed his team was the best one in the world, totally forgotten his cynical attitude from before, and Yabu grinned. He knew they had made it. And he also knew that his 2 goals and 3 assists had been very helpful to get there. He still felt the adrenaline run through his veins and in his head every single moment of the game replied itself in slow-motion.
As his smaller friend got plucked of his shoulders and dragged to the dressing room by his teammates he received several pats on the back and encouraging words as, "great job Kou" and "you did well." He grinned, and clung the ball under his arm as he saw the rest dashing away from the field, off to congratulate the others.
He let go on the ball and started dribbling around the field when he heard his name, "Kou-chan! Coach Tottsu says he's gonna take us out for dinner after we're showered!" It was Daiki, who clearly was thrown under the shower with his uniform still on. Yet, he didn't seem to care about it and there was a big grin plastered on his face. Yabu just laughed and shook his head, "you guys go ahead, I just wanna shoot some balls before I hit the showers."
The younger male shrugged, "okay! But if the food is gone when you get there, it's not my fault!" While the younger ran back to the dressing room, the lanky male continued dribbling and shooting until he heard another voice calling his name. Less familiar, and a little bit hesitating.
He turned around and looked into the eyes of Inoo Kei. Goddamn gorgeous and his girlfriend, as his teammates called the younger boy. While in fact Yabu and he had barely spoken. The taller male grinned sheepishly as the other one looked away while muttering a silent congratulation. There was a slight pink blush covering his light skin and for a moment the older male was startled by the sight.
Rather dumb he picked up the ball and asked, "wanna play?"
Inoo blinked at the question and a small smile formed upon his lips. "Nah, I'm not the type to play, I'd rather watch."
Yabu found himself staring at those lips for a second. Damn those lips. And back to the younger boy again. Wha-- What to say now? He dropped the ball and moved a little closer to the pretty boy, trying hard not to drop his cool posture. "I think you are my type, and I'd rather watch you."
Now the younger boy seemed to color bright red, biting his lower lip a little bit where slightly, but visible a smile formed. "I see," he mused as he eyed the other boy mischievously, also scooting over a bit closer.
His hand reached out for the dirty soccer shirt so he was able to pull the older male closer. The latter looked a little but shocked as he muttered, "you'll get dirty babe." And with that he ran a hand through his hair. Wet and dirty with sweat and grass from the game. The younger male giggled, "and you think I'd mind?"
The older male grinned, "yeah, you seemed the type for that."
The was another giggle, "and what if I said I was not?"
"Then I'd say I was right from the start, and you really are my type." By the time, his hands were already resting on the smaller males waist. This one merely rolled his eyes, his hands that had leaned on the older boy's chest now let their rank piano fingers entangle with the soccer shirt. "You sure Yabu-kun?"
He smirked, bending over a little bit, looking the other one in the end, "yeah. I am. Inoo-kun."
That was all the younger male needed to hear, and with a swift motion he pulled Yabu down by his shirt, crashing his soft lips onto the other ones and moving his hands from the chest to the lightly dyed brown hair to bury his hands in. 'Oh hell yeah...' Yabu thought as he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, 'he definitely is my type.'