Shattered~ *sleeping at computer*
Title: I bet that you look good
Pairing: SP, but Ootori tops. xD
Rating: PG for kisses and stuff.
Notes: Written for carsmash. Title inspired by me listening to 'I bet that you look good on the dance floor'. Hee~
Shishido scowled. "I'm not a dress-up boy, you know. I just want to play tennis," he informed Atobe sourly. He eyed the padded shoulders of the tux Atobe wanted him to wear at his party. Shishido didn't even want to go to the party. It wasn't even that it was a tux. His team mates had managed to stuff him away into a suit once or twice. It was that it was a white tux. White dinner jacket, pale blue shirt, white tie, white trousers. It was ghastly. And naturally, Atobe thought it was wonderful, and therefore wanted everyone to be wearing one. "It's white," he added lamely.
Atobe frowned, and looked at Ootori for help. "Shishido-senpai," the younger boy started as Atobe walked away and left them to it, trusting that Ootori would be able to talk Shishido around. "I bet you'd look good in that," he said, tracing a finger down one gleaming sleeve.
"I bet I'd get it dirty," the other boy retorted, adjusting his cap as he crossed his arms and leant against the lockers, from which the suit was hung. "The time I wear something vaguely light, that will be the time I spill something bright orange down it." He stared at it. It gleamed. He shook his head. "I don't care that Atobe wants to parade us around and show off how wonderful we are at tennis to everyone he knows. We show it on the tennis courts," he grumbled, even as a pair of arms curled around his waist.
"But Shishido-senpai," whispered a voice right next to his ear, sounding far too amused, "I bet you'd look good in it." Ootori kissed his ear.
"No. Bright orange, remember?" insisted the other boy, even as he turned his head a little into the kiss. Ootori stopped it immediately, and Shishido scowled lightly at him.
"I bet you'd look good in it," Choutarou repeated with a little smile. That seemed to be the only thing that he was saying at the moment. Shishido felt his feelings quiver for a moment- if Choutarou really did think he'd look that good in it... No. He was not going to let the other boy sway him over with just those words. He did like it when the taller boy smiled though. The frown dropped off his face; Shishido found it quite hard to scowl when his partner was smiling like that at him.
It took the boy a moment to remember what he was supposed to be saying. "...No. You're not going to get your way just by repeating stuff like that at me," he declared, not as sternly as he would have liked, given that Choutarou had moved to nibbling on his neck. "Stop that," he squirmed a little, natural grumpy feelings all returning as he glared at the white suit. "I bet I'd have to dance and stuff in that. And make speeches. Speeches, you hear?"
"Fine," the boy heard Ootori whisper in his ear, and promptly stopped all nibbling. Shishido squirmed a little more, trying to silently signal that really, he did like it, and really, he hadn't wanted Choutarou to stop. The younger boy didn't seem to be getting the messages though, or was ignoring them. Suddenly, his partner seemed to be stiff, dead weight on his back; Shishido realised that he'd offended Choutarou somehow.
"Choutarou?"
"Mm, Shishido-senpai?" Was that a mocking tone to the younger boy's voice? It was, wasn't it?
"..." He didn't actually have anything to say. He glanced over at the white suit. Was he making a really big fuss out of all this? Was he just being stubborn, and a pain, and trying Choutarou's endless patience again? Probably, he reluctantly admitted to himself. He didn't really know why he was so adamant about this, because Atobe and Ootori had forced him into a tux and formal party before, and probably would do so again. It was so tiring fighting against it each time. He always found himself thinking these same thoughts whenever Choutarou wanted him to do something. He always found himself lacking in all departments that a good boyfriend should have. His resolve weakened yet more. He sighed inwardly.
"I bet you'd look good in it," the phrase came repeated again, this time said in a rather suggestive tone. Shishido shivered. It was only seven words, repeated over and over, but Choutarou was rather effectively just wearing down all of his defences. The other boy leaned around his shoulder and did a little lip wibble. Shishido groaned, and looked away. He knew that they were fake. He knew that Choutarou only did them to the rest of the team to make them all pity and pat him. He knew that Choutarou only did them to him to get his way. He was such a wimp when it came to standing up to his doubles partner, no matter how big a pushover everyone else though Choutarou was.
Shishido heard the younger boy chuckle behind him. He knew just what Shishido thought of his little facial expressions. Feeling hands drop away from around his waist, Shishido turned puzzledly. The taller boy was flinging a towel over his shoulder as he headed for the shower.
"I bet you'd look better out of it afterwards," the sounded echoed laughingly around the shower room.
Shishido's jaw dropped. Had he just promised-? He had. The boy's eyes flicked over the ghastly costume, before unhooking the hanger and sweeping it neatly folded into his locker hastily.
He grabbed a towel and quickly hurried towards the showers.
Pairing: SP, but Ootori tops. xD
Rating: PG for kisses and stuff.
Notes: Written for carsmash. Title inspired by me listening to 'I bet that you look good on the dance floor'. Hee~
Shishido scowled. "I'm not a dress-up boy, you know. I just want to play tennis," he informed Atobe sourly. He eyed the padded shoulders of the tux Atobe wanted him to wear at his party. Shishido didn't even want to go to the party. It wasn't even that it was a tux. His team mates had managed to stuff him away into a suit once or twice. It was that it was a white tux. White dinner jacket, pale blue shirt, white tie, white trousers. It was ghastly. And naturally, Atobe thought it was wonderful, and therefore wanted everyone to be wearing one. "It's white," he added lamely.
Atobe frowned, and looked at Ootori for help. "Shishido-senpai," the younger boy started as Atobe walked away and left them to it, trusting that Ootori would be able to talk Shishido around. "I bet you'd look good in that," he said, tracing a finger down one gleaming sleeve.
"I bet I'd get it dirty," the other boy retorted, adjusting his cap as he crossed his arms and leant against the lockers, from which the suit was hung. "The time I wear something vaguely light, that will be the time I spill something bright orange down it." He stared at it. It gleamed. He shook his head. "I don't care that Atobe wants to parade us around and show off how wonderful we are at tennis to everyone he knows. We show it on the tennis courts," he grumbled, even as a pair of arms curled around his waist.
"But Shishido-senpai," whispered a voice right next to his ear, sounding far too amused, "I bet you'd look good in it." Ootori kissed his ear.
"No. Bright orange, remember?" insisted the other boy, even as he turned his head a little into the kiss. Ootori stopped it immediately, and Shishido scowled lightly at him.
"I bet you'd look good in it," Choutarou repeated with a little smile. That seemed to be the only thing that he was saying at the moment. Shishido felt his feelings quiver for a moment- if Choutarou really did think he'd look that good in it... No. He was not going to let the other boy sway him over with just those words. He did like it when the taller boy smiled though. The frown dropped off his face; Shishido found it quite hard to scowl when his partner was smiling like that at him.
It took the boy a moment to remember what he was supposed to be saying. "...No. You're not going to get your way just by repeating stuff like that at me," he declared, not as sternly as he would have liked, given that Choutarou had moved to nibbling on his neck. "Stop that," he squirmed a little, natural grumpy feelings all returning as he glared at the white suit. "I bet I'd have to dance and stuff in that. And make speeches. Speeches, you hear?"
"Fine," the boy heard Ootori whisper in his ear, and promptly stopped all nibbling. Shishido squirmed a little more, trying to silently signal that really, he did like it, and really, he hadn't wanted Choutarou to stop. The younger boy didn't seem to be getting the messages though, or was ignoring them. Suddenly, his partner seemed to be stiff, dead weight on his back; Shishido realised that he'd offended Choutarou somehow.
"Choutarou?"
"Mm, Shishido-senpai?" Was that a mocking tone to the younger boy's voice? It was, wasn't it?
"..." He didn't actually have anything to say. He glanced over at the white suit. Was he making a really big fuss out of all this? Was he just being stubborn, and a pain, and trying Choutarou's endless patience again? Probably, he reluctantly admitted to himself. He didn't really know why he was so adamant about this, because Atobe and Ootori had forced him into a tux and formal party before, and probably would do so again. It was so tiring fighting against it each time. He always found himself thinking these same thoughts whenever Choutarou wanted him to do something. He always found himself lacking in all departments that a good boyfriend should have. His resolve weakened yet more. He sighed inwardly.
"I bet you'd look good in it," the phrase came repeated again, this time said in a rather suggestive tone. Shishido shivered. It was only seven words, repeated over and over, but Choutarou was rather effectively just wearing down all of his defences. The other boy leaned around his shoulder and did a little lip wibble. Shishido groaned, and looked away. He knew that they were fake. He knew that Choutarou only did them to the rest of the team to make them all pity and pat him. He knew that Choutarou only did them to him to get his way. He was such a wimp when it came to standing up to his doubles partner, no matter how big a pushover everyone else though Choutarou was.
Shishido heard the younger boy chuckle behind him. He knew just what Shishido thought of his little facial expressions. Feeling hands drop away from around his waist, Shishido turned puzzledly. The taller boy was flinging a towel over his shoulder as he headed for the shower.
"I bet you'd look better out of it afterwards," the sounded echoed laughingly around the shower room.
Shishido's jaw dropped. Had he just promised-? He had. The boy's eyes flicked over the ghastly costume, before unhooking the hanger and sweeping it neatly folded into his locker hastily.
He grabbed a towel and quickly hurried towards the showers.