drabbles from prompts
For illuminations: TezuRyo, centrefold. 125 words.
When Ryoma moves out of his house, the first piece of mail he receives is wrapped in brown paper. He stares at it suspiciously, sitting at the kitchen table of his small apartment, and slowly tears open the paper. His eyes widen and he shakes his head. Oyaji, he thinks as "Hotties With Rackets" slides out of the paper and onto the table. He's more surprised to notice that the cover seems completely devoid of large-breasted women. Perhaps Nanjiro is more perceptive than Ryoma thought. With an expression of resigned disinterest, Ryoma begins to page through the magazine. He almost misses the fold-out pages in the center, but his jaw drops when he flicks the fold open.
So that's what buchou's been doing since he graduated.
For sioniann: Atobe/Kabaji, condom. 152 words.
Kabaji went everywhere with Atobe. He didn't ever mind; it's not like he had anywhere else to be. And anyway, Atobe needed him. He needed someone to agree with him all the time, and someone to carry Jirou around, and someone to always be paying attention to him. Kabaji liked paying attention to Atobe, and he liked it even more when Atobe payed attention to him. That's why he always agreed with him.
When Atobe invited Kabaji into his bedroom, Kabaji felt a little nervous, but mostly he was excited. He hoped Atobe was going to awe him with his prowess. When Kabaji entered the room and saw Oshitari already sprawled on the bed, waiting, he felt a stab of disappointment, but followed after Atobe despite the sadness washing over him.
"Kabaji, condom."
If Atobe noticed that the answering "usu" came out as more of a sob, he didn't say anything, and neither did Kabaji.
For storyteller: FujiRyo, watermelon. 178 words.
Fuji enjoys watching Echizen. He particularly enjoys watching Echizen watch Tezuka when he thinks no one is looking at him. However, Fuji soon learns that it is even more fun to watch Echizen watching Tezuka when he knows Tezuka is watching him. Especially when Echizen is eating something. Today, it's a small slice of watermelon, and Echizen is doing his damndest to use his tongue as much as possible in the consumption of the fruit. Tezuka is visibly squirming, and his face is tighter than usual. Fuji wonders if Echizen could become his protege. They could think up new and exciting ways to make Tezuka uncomfortable together. A bit of the juice rolls down Echizen's chin, and Fuji sees his opportunity.
"You have juice on your face." He tips the boy's chin up, and, making sure that Tezuka will see it perfectly, licks the trail of the juice all the way up to Echizen's lips, which have turned redder than usual from the watermelon's juices.
"Thanks, Fuji-senpai," Echizen replies, shooting a pointed look at Tezuka before he follows Fuji away.
For waka_laka: TezuRyo, dancing. 137 words.
This was all Oishi's fault, Tezuka decided. He'd trusted his vice-captain to devise an acceptable team-bonding activity, so he hadn't bothered to ask what they would be doing. Apparently Tezuka had underestimated the influence that Kikumaru held over Oishi: enough to convince him that the regulars should take tango lessons. The partners had been chosen "randomly" (Tezuka didn't believe that for a second) so that Tezuka found himself partnered with Echizen, who looked about as excited for the activity as Tezuka did.
"Buchou, do we have to do this?"
Tezuka cursed his sense of captainly duty. "Yes, whether we want to or not."
"Che." Echizen slipped his cap off and left it on a bench, moving toward Tezuka with too much confidence, and wrapped his arms around Tezuka's waist.
Tezuka stiffened, mouth going dry. "Echizen, the music hasn't started yet."
"I know."
For numisma: Ryoma/Yuuta, lefties. 139 words.
Ryoma hates being left-handed sometimes. Particularly when he's trying to jerk someone off while they're facing each other. If the other person is right-handed, their arms bump each other and it gets to be so annoying that Ryoma tends to lose interest and give up. Ryoma has a list of everyone he knows who's left handed: Buchou and Fuji Yuuta. Ryoma thinks he needs to work up to Buchou, but Yuuta is a definite possibility. When they run into each other at the street tennis courts, Ryoma pulls Yuuta behind the changing room and kisses him hard. Yuuta, while surprised at first, picks up on the situation quickly and presses Ryoma back against the wall. Grinning, Ryoma works his hand down Yuuta's pants, feeling Yuuta doing the same. Their arms don't bump at all, and Ryoma grins wider. Perfect.
When Ryoma moves out of his house, the first piece of mail he receives is wrapped in brown paper. He stares at it suspiciously, sitting at the kitchen table of his small apartment, and slowly tears open the paper. His eyes widen and he shakes his head. Oyaji, he thinks as "Hotties With Rackets" slides out of the paper and onto the table. He's more surprised to notice that the cover seems completely devoid of large-breasted women. Perhaps Nanjiro is more perceptive than Ryoma thought. With an expression of resigned disinterest, Ryoma begins to page through the magazine. He almost misses the fold-out pages in the center, but his jaw drops when he flicks the fold open.
So that's what buchou's been doing since he graduated.
For sioniann: Atobe/Kabaji, condom. 152 words.
Kabaji went everywhere with Atobe. He didn't ever mind; it's not like he had anywhere else to be. And anyway, Atobe needed him. He needed someone to agree with him all the time, and someone to carry Jirou around, and someone to always be paying attention to him. Kabaji liked paying attention to Atobe, and he liked it even more when Atobe payed attention to him. That's why he always agreed with him.
When Atobe invited Kabaji into his bedroom, Kabaji felt a little nervous, but mostly he was excited. He hoped Atobe was going to awe him with his prowess. When Kabaji entered the room and saw Oshitari already sprawled on the bed, waiting, he felt a stab of disappointment, but followed after Atobe despite the sadness washing over him.
"Kabaji, condom."
If Atobe noticed that the answering "usu" came out as more of a sob, he didn't say anything, and neither did Kabaji.
For storyteller: FujiRyo, watermelon. 178 words.
Fuji enjoys watching Echizen. He particularly enjoys watching Echizen watch Tezuka when he thinks no one is looking at him. However, Fuji soon learns that it is even more fun to watch Echizen watching Tezuka when he knows Tezuka is watching him. Especially when Echizen is eating something. Today, it's a small slice of watermelon, and Echizen is doing his damndest to use his tongue as much as possible in the consumption of the fruit. Tezuka is visibly squirming, and his face is tighter than usual. Fuji wonders if Echizen could become his protege. They could think up new and exciting ways to make Tezuka uncomfortable together. A bit of the juice rolls down Echizen's chin, and Fuji sees his opportunity.
"You have juice on your face." He tips the boy's chin up, and, making sure that Tezuka will see it perfectly, licks the trail of the juice all the way up to Echizen's lips, which have turned redder than usual from the watermelon's juices.
"Thanks, Fuji-senpai," Echizen replies, shooting a pointed look at Tezuka before he follows Fuji away.
For waka_laka: TezuRyo, dancing. 137 words.
This was all Oishi's fault, Tezuka decided. He'd trusted his vice-captain to devise an acceptable team-bonding activity, so he hadn't bothered to ask what they would be doing. Apparently Tezuka had underestimated the influence that Kikumaru held over Oishi: enough to convince him that the regulars should take tango lessons. The partners had been chosen "randomly" (Tezuka didn't believe that for a second) so that Tezuka found himself partnered with Echizen, who looked about as excited for the activity as Tezuka did.
"Buchou, do we have to do this?"
Tezuka cursed his sense of captainly duty. "Yes, whether we want to or not."
"Che." Echizen slipped his cap off and left it on a bench, moving toward Tezuka with too much confidence, and wrapped his arms around Tezuka's waist.
Tezuka stiffened, mouth going dry. "Echizen, the music hasn't started yet."
"I know."
For numisma: Ryoma/Yuuta, lefties. 139 words.
Ryoma hates being left-handed sometimes. Particularly when he's trying to jerk someone off while they're facing each other. If the other person is right-handed, their arms bump each other and it gets to be so annoying that Ryoma tends to lose interest and give up. Ryoma has a list of everyone he knows who's left handed: Buchou and Fuji Yuuta. Ryoma thinks he needs to work up to Buchou, but Yuuta is a definite possibility. When they run into each other at the street tennis courts, Ryoma pulls Yuuta behind the changing room and kisses him hard. Yuuta, while surprised at first, picks up on the situation quickly and presses Ryoma back against the wall. Grinning, Ryoma works his hand down Yuuta's pants, feeling Yuuta doing the same. Their arms don't bump at all, and Ryoma grins wider. Perfect.