Three essays T__T
Title: Forfeit
Pairing: SP with mentions of AtoJi and OshiGaku
Rating: PG
Notes: Lot of things I don't like about this. But. Well. I don't write conventional SP much.
There were things that Choutarou knew for sure. There were things which Choutarou worried about. And there were things which Choutarou knew, yet still worried about. For instance, Choutarou knew that Shishido-san liked him, and he worried a lot about Shishido-san, and he knew that Shishido-san liked him, but yet he still worried about it. He smiled shyly at the shorter boy as they walked from the bus stop and up the ridiculously long driveway to Atobe's ridiculously large house and received a punch on the arm in return. So it was a light punch, but sometimes he wondered why he couldn't just get a smile.
As they entered the house, Shishido-san didn't even hold the door open for Choutarou who, being a nice and well-brought-up boy, would have held the door for anyone. Although admittedly, the older boy probably wouldn't have held the door open for his own grandmother. He watched Shishido-san walk up the stairs before him and ran through mentally why he liked and admired the other boy so much. Shishido was determined, brusque in his affection and always protected him from any sort of teasing. He just wondered sometimes why he couldn't have fallen for someone a little more sociable. When Shishido opened the door to the smaller living room (yes, Atobe had multiple living rooms, and this one was the perfect size for the Hyoutei team) the first thing they saw was Atobe sprawled all over one of the sofas, with just a glimpse of blond hair visible beneath him, accompanied by the unmistakeable sound on passionate kissing.
"Oh, get a room, you two," Shishido said disgustedly, plonking himself at the furthest end of the other sofa as Atobe and Jirou hastily righted themselves, Jirou worming his way into Atobe's arms. Choutarou chose to sit cross-legged on the plush carpet and rested his head subtlely on Shishido-san's kne and thigh. Shishido patted him awkwardly.
"We are in a room," replied Atobe loftily as Jirou promptly went to sleep on him. "You're early," he added by way of excuse. Shishido snorted. He thought it was a pretty lame excuse.
Choutarou smiled apologetically, "If we'd gotten the later bus, we'd've been late," he explained, just as Oshitari and Gakuto arrived.
It wasn't long before the Regulars' gathering was under full swing; Atobe often held these things for 'social team bonding', as he called them. Usually it was a film, dinner, and then games and horror stories through the night, and such competitions such as seeing who could stay up all night, or sleeping bag races. When it came to the fun and games part, Jirou had excitedly suggested 'truth or dare'. Oshitari had raised an eyebrow; Gakuto had grinned evilly; Hiyoshi had mumbled something, unheard; Kabaji had agreed; Choutarou had looked uncomfortable and Shishido had scowled. Or maybe Shishido was scowling anyway. Naturally, Atobe had declared that they were going to play, since he was hardly going to deny Jirou.
He had also gotten out the alcohol and winked.
It was almost midnight and Jirou was still as high a kangaroo on E. Kabaji was asleep behind one sofa, Atobe was looking slightly tipsy, Hiyoshi was looking very tipsy, Gakuto's smirk had just spread across his face, and Oshitari was looking embarrassed over his last truth and wouldn't looked at Gakuto.
"Your turn, Shishido," the blue-haired boy intoned, tipping his glasses back up his nose with one long finger.
Shishido scowled some more, and adjusted his cap. "Dare."
Oshitari smiled a little. Creepy. "I dare you to..."
And that was how Shishido ended up streaking through Atobe's gardens at midnight.
As he watched Shishido go, Choutarou flushed and wondered a bit more aout Shishido-senpai. He wondered why he had refused to do the dare and had instead submitted to the rather mortifying forfeit Gakuto had cheerfully suggested instead. When he had heard the dare, to not talk to Choutarou for a whole fortnight, he had flatly refused, shifted himself to plonk gracelessly onto Choutarou's lap and pulled the other boy's arms around his waist. When Gakuto had told him the forfeit, he'd have to do instead, he'd flushed and flipped a middle finger at the boy, but accepted readily. Choutarou had watched him with anxious eyes, but Shishido had ruffled his hair and started to strip. Choutarou had watched him.
Whilst Shishido was making a full circuit of Atobe's extensive gardens, Gakuto and Oshitari took the chance to make out madly during the time everyone else watched Shishido (they were teenage boys, after all), as a result of the truth before, when Oshitari had admitted that he did rather admire Gakuto's backside, and did watch him in the showers. Atobe commented on Shishido's size, which caused Jirou to comment on Atobe's. Choutarou's ears flamed red, and held clothes out for Shishido-san when he finished with a tentative smile. Shishido muttered in the vague direction of Yuushi and Gakuto something along the lines of 'conspiracy' and 'Choutarou' but Ootori couldn't quite make it out. Shishido punched him lightly in the arm. Choutarou guessed he didn't really mind so much, as he pulled a half-drssed, much startled Shishido into his arms.
"Silly twat," the older boy said gruffly, patting Choutarou with an arm around his waist.
Pairing: SP with mentions of AtoJi and OshiGaku
Rating: PG
Notes: Lot of things I don't like about this. But. Well. I don't write conventional SP much.
There were things that Choutarou knew for sure. There were things which Choutarou worried about. And there were things which Choutarou knew, yet still worried about. For instance, Choutarou knew that Shishido-san liked him, and he worried a lot about Shishido-san, and he knew that Shishido-san liked him, but yet he still worried about it. He smiled shyly at the shorter boy as they walked from the bus stop and up the ridiculously long driveway to Atobe's ridiculously large house and received a punch on the arm in return. So it was a light punch, but sometimes he wondered why he couldn't just get a smile.
As they entered the house, Shishido-san didn't even hold the door open for Choutarou who, being a nice and well-brought-up boy, would have held the door for anyone. Although admittedly, the older boy probably wouldn't have held the door open for his own grandmother. He watched Shishido-san walk up the stairs before him and ran through mentally why he liked and admired the other boy so much. Shishido was determined, brusque in his affection and always protected him from any sort of teasing. He just wondered sometimes why he couldn't have fallen for someone a little more sociable. When Shishido opened the door to the smaller living room (yes, Atobe had multiple living rooms, and this one was the perfect size for the Hyoutei team) the first thing they saw was Atobe sprawled all over one of the sofas, with just a glimpse of blond hair visible beneath him, accompanied by the unmistakeable sound on passionate kissing.
"Oh, get a room, you two," Shishido said disgustedly, plonking himself at the furthest end of the other sofa as Atobe and Jirou hastily righted themselves, Jirou worming his way into Atobe's arms. Choutarou chose to sit cross-legged on the plush carpet and rested his head subtlely on Shishido-san's kne and thigh. Shishido patted him awkwardly.
"We are in a room," replied Atobe loftily as Jirou promptly went to sleep on him. "You're early," he added by way of excuse. Shishido snorted. He thought it was a pretty lame excuse.
Choutarou smiled apologetically, "If we'd gotten the later bus, we'd've been late," he explained, just as Oshitari and Gakuto arrived.
It wasn't long before the Regulars' gathering was under full swing; Atobe often held these things for 'social team bonding', as he called them. Usually it was a film, dinner, and then games and horror stories through the night, and such competitions such as seeing who could stay up all night, or sleeping bag races. When it came to the fun and games part, Jirou had excitedly suggested 'truth or dare'. Oshitari had raised an eyebrow; Gakuto had grinned evilly; Hiyoshi had mumbled something, unheard; Kabaji had agreed; Choutarou had looked uncomfortable and Shishido had scowled. Or maybe Shishido was scowling anyway. Naturally, Atobe had declared that they were going to play, since he was hardly going to deny Jirou.
He had also gotten out the alcohol and winked.
It was almost midnight and Jirou was still as high a kangaroo on E. Kabaji was asleep behind one sofa, Atobe was looking slightly tipsy, Hiyoshi was looking very tipsy, Gakuto's smirk had just spread across his face, and Oshitari was looking embarrassed over his last truth and wouldn't looked at Gakuto.
"Your turn, Shishido," the blue-haired boy intoned, tipping his glasses back up his nose with one long finger.
Shishido scowled some more, and adjusted his cap. "Dare."
Oshitari smiled a little. Creepy. "I dare you to..."
And that was how Shishido ended up streaking through Atobe's gardens at midnight.
As he watched Shishido go, Choutarou flushed and wondered a bit more aout Shishido-senpai. He wondered why he had refused to do the dare and had instead submitted to the rather mortifying forfeit Gakuto had cheerfully suggested instead. When he had heard the dare, to not talk to Choutarou for a whole fortnight, he had flatly refused, shifted himself to plonk gracelessly onto Choutarou's lap and pulled the other boy's arms around his waist. When Gakuto had told him the forfeit, he'd have to do instead, he'd flushed and flipped a middle finger at the boy, but accepted readily. Choutarou had watched him with anxious eyes, but Shishido had ruffled his hair and started to strip. Choutarou had watched him.
Whilst Shishido was making a full circuit of Atobe's extensive gardens, Gakuto and Oshitari took the chance to make out madly during the time everyone else watched Shishido (they were teenage boys, after all), as a result of the truth before, when Oshitari had admitted that he did rather admire Gakuto's backside, and did watch him in the showers. Atobe commented on Shishido's size, which caused Jirou to comment on Atobe's. Choutarou's ears flamed red, and held clothes out for Shishido-san when he finished with a tentative smile. Shishido muttered in the vague direction of Yuushi and Gakuto something along the lines of 'conspiracy' and 'Choutarou' but Ootori couldn't quite make it out. Shishido punched him lightly in the arm. Choutarou guessed he didn't really mind so much, as he pulled a half-drssed, much startled Shishido into his arms.
"Silly twat," the older boy said gruffly, patting Choutarou with an arm around his waist.