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For dear-jami3 ♥ Who never checks LJ, but whatever. >.>'
Title: Frozen
Pairing: OshiGaku (also with implications of AtoJi and SP)
Rating: PG? Low.
Notes: Written around mid-November. XD
It's fucking freezing," announced a short but fat bundle of winter clothing as it trampled sullenly into the Hyoutei clubhouse, causing a blast of cold air to invade. He was followed by a much colder looking Atobe, who had decided that his new coat made his hips look big, and was therefore not only not wearing said coat, but going to sue if the lack of a perfect coat affected his health. Sue who, he didn't know yet, but sue he would.
"For goodness's sakes, shut the damn door," Shishido said irritably, hands jammed into his pockets, wearing, as usual, only a t-shirt and shirts with only the wonderfully useful addition of a woolly scarf. "You're letting all the warm air out," he grumbled, glaring around with equal amounts of animosity for all, right up to Choutarou, who moved over to lend his partner some body warmth.
The aforementioned bundle of clothing made a face and waddled back over to kick the door shut. "You could wear more clothes," he said pointedly. "Atobe, you gonna tell them?" Puffs of steam rose from his small mouth. The other boy had been preoccupied in waking Jirou up and draping him around himself like the missing coat. Atobe lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug, and rearranged the position of one of Jirou's arms. "Too cold to practice," Gakuto said shortly to the team. "A guy'd freeze his balls off, and the hall's booked for all the other clubs." He struggled to pull his gloves off, movement hampered in every direction by the bulky clothes. He scowled at the offending glove, until it disappeared. Ah, magic! Or, not really; an arm had reached over his shoulder and plucked it off. "Thanks," he murmured.
"Right, well I'm off then, if we're not gonna train," declared Shishido, heading for the door and firmly taking Choutarou with him. "I'm taking your limo, Atobe," he added helpfully. Hiyoshi and Taki quickly hurried out after him at the sound of 'limo', slightly amused grins on their faces. The door banged shut behind them.
"What? Shishido, come back here right now. You are not going anywhere with Ore-sama's limousine," Atobe struggled to get up with the dead weight of Jirou on top of him, the latter of whom had fallen asleep again, and was snoring rather peacefully into the curve of Atobe's neck. "Kabaji! Pick Jirou up! Bring Shishido back right now. Er... Ore-sama means do both!" exclaimed Atobe, as Kabaji dutifully slung Jirou over a shoulder, school bag, coat and all, and lumbered out with Atobe hurrying afterwards, trying to look like he wasn't cold when he blatantly was.
Marvelling at Shishido's ability to almost completely empty the clubhouse in under seven seconds, Gakuto distractedly wondered whether he was going to have to sacrifice some precious warm clothing in order to actually walk home whilst carrying a rather full school bag, and a tennis racket. He didn't like the cold very much. He glared at the schoolbag. "You look adorable," Oshitari mocked, not quite managing to fit his arms around the new, widened ball within which his little acrobat was buried somewhere.
"Shaddup," grumped the redhead, tugging his woolly hat around his ears, which were feeling slightly nippy. Oh, he really didn't like the cold. It made his joints ache if he tried too many acrobatics. "Just cause I'm skinny and easily get cold." He did settle back into the squishiness of his clothes and Yuushi's arms though.
"Does that mean I should check them?" The tensai murmured near Gakuto's ear, warming it rather effectively. Was it just him, or did his voice sound distinctly more intimate than about ten seconds ago?
Mukahi frowned. "Check what?" he asked puzzledly. He suddenly gasped, a little breathy exhalation of warm air, as a hand appeared between his legs; he couldn't see it past his clothing, but he could sure feel it. It hadn't been there a moment ago...!
"Whether this guy's balls froze off, of course."
Title: Frozen
Pairing: OshiGaku (also with implications of AtoJi and SP)
Rating: PG? Low.
Notes: Written around mid-November. XD
It's fucking freezing," announced a short but fat bundle of winter clothing as it trampled sullenly into the Hyoutei clubhouse, causing a blast of cold air to invade. He was followed by a much colder looking Atobe, who had decided that his new coat made his hips look big, and was therefore not only not wearing said coat, but going to sue if the lack of a perfect coat affected his health. Sue who, he didn't know yet, but sue he would.
"For goodness's sakes, shut the damn door," Shishido said irritably, hands jammed into his pockets, wearing, as usual, only a t-shirt and shirts with only the wonderfully useful addition of a woolly scarf. "You're letting all the warm air out," he grumbled, glaring around with equal amounts of animosity for all, right up to Choutarou, who moved over to lend his partner some body warmth.
The aforementioned bundle of clothing made a face and waddled back over to kick the door shut. "You could wear more clothes," he said pointedly. "Atobe, you gonna tell them?" Puffs of steam rose from his small mouth. The other boy had been preoccupied in waking Jirou up and draping him around himself like the missing coat. Atobe lifted one shoulder in an elegant shrug, and rearranged the position of one of Jirou's arms. "Too cold to practice," Gakuto said shortly to the team. "A guy'd freeze his balls off, and the hall's booked for all the other clubs." He struggled to pull his gloves off, movement hampered in every direction by the bulky clothes. He scowled at the offending glove, until it disappeared. Ah, magic! Or, not really; an arm had reached over his shoulder and plucked it off. "Thanks," he murmured.
"Right, well I'm off then, if we're not gonna train," declared Shishido, heading for the door and firmly taking Choutarou with him. "I'm taking your limo, Atobe," he added helpfully. Hiyoshi and Taki quickly hurried out after him at the sound of 'limo', slightly amused grins on their faces. The door banged shut behind them.
"What? Shishido, come back here right now. You are not going anywhere with Ore-sama's limousine," Atobe struggled to get up with the dead weight of Jirou on top of him, the latter of whom had fallen asleep again, and was snoring rather peacefully into the curve of Atobe's neck. "Kabaji! Pick Jirou up! Bring Shishido back right now. Er... Ore-sama means do both!" exclaimed Atobe, as Kabaji dutifully slung Jirou over a shoulder, school bag, coat and all, and lumbered out with Atobe hurrying afterwards, trying to look like he wasn't cold when he blatantly was.
Marvelling at Shishido's ability to almost completely empty the clubhouse in under seven seconds, Gakuto distractedly wondered whether he was going to have to sacrifice some precious warm clothing in order to actually walk home whilst carrying a rather full school bag, and a tennis racket. He didn't like the cold very much. He glared at the schoolbag. "You look adorable," Oshitari mocked, not quite managing to fit his arms around the new, widened ball within which his little acrobat was buried somewhere.
"Shaddup," grumped the redhead, tugging his woolly hat around his ears, which were feeling slightly nippy. Oh, he really didn't like the cold. It made his joints ache if he tried too many acrobatics. "Just cause I'm skinny and easily get cold." He did settle back into the squishiness of his clothes and Yuushi's arms though.
"Does that mean I should check them?" The tensai murmured near Gakuto's ear, warming it rather effectively. Was it just him, or did his voice sound distinctly more intimate than about ten seconds ago?
Mukahi frowned. "Check what?" he asked puzzledly. He suddenly gasped, a little breathy exhalation of warm air, as a hand appeared between his legs; he couldn't see it past his clothing, but he could sure feel it. It hadn't been there a moment ago...!
"Whether this guy's balls froze off, of course."