RP log, Shishido and Ohtori
Who: Fail Silver Pair
What: Ogle each other in the gym while pretending not to
Where: Gym before school
When: Yesterday morning
Warnings: Eye sex :p
Ohtori was grateful for the access to the Hyotei weight room, pleased to see that the room was more or less empty aside from one person. Ohtori adjusted the bag over his shoulder, heading towards the bench press, hoping that the work-out would ease some of the irritation he'd had from Kensuke being upset with him. He stretched out his arms and legs, only just recognizing the breathy sound of Shishido running on the treadmill. ...Hopefully, Shishido just wouldn't notice him. This was definitely a violation of them being alone together, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught the healthy sheen of sweat on Shishido's biceps. Ohtori swallowed hard, just setting his weights, silent in hopes that he could just watch from afar.
Shishido concentrated on running, feeling the smooth transition of speeds as the machine warmed him up, met his stride, and then began to push him. Sweat was making his shirt cling to his muscles and his hair stick to his back, but he kept running, eyes shut to concentrate. Someone else came in, and Shishido largely ignored him until his running pattern was done. Then Shishido saw Ohtori like some kind of body-building god, lying back and pushing up the weights. Shishido looked away. "Hey."
Ohtori had luckily preoccupied himself, the rhythmic movement of his reps enough to distract himself from the way Shishido's hair clung to his temples and the expanse of skin that was exposed when Shishido's leg lifted. The freshman was focused instead on just how far he could push himself, the weight pushing away much of his thought. Only when Shishido spoke did it distract him, and he rested the weights above him as he looked up at his senpai. And swallowed. Hard. Ohtori forced himself to look away, finding the inscription on the barbell fascinating for some reason. "Hi, Shishido-san."|
"Hey, Ohtori-kun." Oh wait, he'd said that. Shishido grabbed his towel and made sure that he wasn't actively dripping sweat everywhere before heading to the mat to stretch. He dropped into a runner's stretching pose, nose to knee. What to say. O hi, your body makes me hot. Nah. Too honest. "How's it going."
Ohtori again had to distract himself, adding on a bit more weight, pushing himself further this week than he had in a while. He had to, to keep from staring, his concentration mostly on the tightening of his abdominals as he lifted the weight again, pushing up. He tried to answer Shishido as he finished out the reps, staring at the ceiling. "A-aa, ....pretty....good, I guess...." He breathed hard, his voice somewhat shaky at the strain. "How about you?"
Shishido was taking the opportunity to stare at Ohtori. He was really pushing himself, and his arms were straining from the effort. Shishido watched in fascination as the weights hefted up...down...arms flexed...gah. "...What was that?" Shit. Ohtori had asked something.
This wasn't working. Ohtori finally let the weights down, sitting up on the bench, mopping sweat from his forehead with the fluffy white towel around his neck. "I asked how you were, Shishido-san." He laughed softly, a bit amused at Shishido's distraction, fighting the urge to lift his hands above his head and expose his stomach, something, anything to keep Shishido's attention. But thinking like that, that was against his rules too. Ohtori fought off the ideas, reminding himself of his taken status and grinning wide at Shishido.
Shishido immediately ripped his eyes off Ohtori and thought of Jackal. Yep, yep, yep. Filling his brain with all kinds of thoughts of warm dark skin and...fuck, the bastard was probably buying Marui more doughnuts. Okay, anyway. "Oh. Hm. I saw Sanada on campus looking all irritable. Couple nights ago." He smiled, then caught a whiff of Ohtori's musky scent. It went straight to his groin.
"Yeah? How's that going anyway?" Ohtori stared, his distraction technique not working at all, now, not when Shishido was staring at him like that. Ohtori stared right back, biting his lip, wondering if he should tell Shishido he had an extra shirt in his bag. Shishido's shirt was clinging to his torso and Ohtori was....having a hard time taking his attention away from it.
Shishido looked thoughtful, trying his best to ignore the slight glint of something in Ohtori's eyes. Hunter, prey. It was a good look on him. Damn. "I'm not sure. Those guys don't come to visit often, and ... Atobe seems like he needs more than they give." Shishido wondered how long it would be before Jirou ended up doing more than napping in Atobe's room.
Ohtori adjusted himself on the bench, pulling his t-shirt a bit over himself inconspicuously, watching Shishido closely. "Yeah. I bet it'd be pretty hard to...be involved with two other people like that anyway. Especially if two of them are in one place..." Ohtori sighed, running a hand through his hair, inhaling a scent that smelled familiar...Shishido smelled so....good. "Long distance relationships sound hard."
Shishido was qualified to answer that one. He took a deep breath and watched out of the corner of his eye as Ohtori's shirt clung to his growing muscles. The boy had grown in a year and ... it all suited him really well. "They are. IM just doesn't say as much as a hug or a game of basketball."
Ohtori finally stood up from the bench, heading over towards another machine he hardly ever used, looking for something that would increase his leg strength. He finally settled on one, still watching Shishido somewhat as he set the weight amount, trying his hand at distracting himself again. "I believe that. But at least he's close enough you guys can visit on the weekends?"
Shishido noticed that the machine lifted Ohtori's leg just far enough that he could stare down his shorts if the angle was just right. "Eh. Kinda. He's been busy lately. I think he works part time somewhere." It ached in Shishido's heart a little, the thought that Jackal had a whole life that didn't include him, not a jot. Made him want to go over there and help spot. Instead he rose and put a leg up on a dance bar to help stretch out his inner thigh.
Ohtori nearly lost the hold he had on the weights as Shishido hoisted his leg up, the impressive display of flexibility enough to make his mouth water. Damn. "I'm sorry. ...Kensuke's been really busy too." Kensuke was the soccer team vice-captain now, and had assumed a couple new responsibilities. Their time together had diminished, somewhat, and Kensuke hated the amount of time that Ohtori spent with Shishido-san.
Shishido stretched, knee to nose for a while before shifting to the other leg. "Ah, he seemed like an okay guy." ...Their gaming night had been interesting. Shishido mainly got through it by pretending Jackal was there, and that Ohtori was some guy he only vaguely knew. Ohtori was probably still a little annoyed by that.
The gaming night hadn't been much fun at all, really. Ohtori spent most of the time just fiddling with the character and making passing glances at Shishido, Kensuke's attentions growing rather annoying with the other guy hanging off him all the time. It had just been...strange and awkward. "He is, it's just...we're going through a rough patch." Ohtori smiled brightly. Really, everything would be fine. As long as....well, as long as Kensuke didn't ask about Shishido again.
Shishido nodded. Kensuke was...kind of strange. No, probably normal and quite nice, except for the fact that he was hanging off of Ohtori in a clinging manner. Made Shishido wonder how far Ohtori had gone in the sex department. Which...mm. He could just see Ohtori pinning...wait. Bad. Shishido shifted, sitting and bending forward to stretch his lower back (and hide the slightly larger pouch in his pants).
"Things will get better in no time." Ohtori reassured him, and probably more of himself, because his last couple of relationships had just ended...badly. All of them had been jealous of Ohtori's affections, and most of them thought that he wasn't taking anything seriously. Which, in part, he wasn't. Most of them had been comfort, to know that he was attractive to people and could be with who he wanted, if he didn't really want Shishido-san or Hiyoshi-san. Ohtori grinned and pushed the weight out a little more, angling his back just so that he could catch a glimpse of Shishido's ass in his thin pants...hmm.
"Will it?" Shishido muttered, half to himself. He could see things getting bad, actually. He thought of something horrible for a moment so that he could stand. Hm. Sanada in a tutu, there. Shishido stood after a moment and made his way to his bag, drinking a long gulp of water while watching Ohtori's shirt ride up.
Ohtori caught Shishido's gaze on him again and immediately looked away, finding something more entertaining in his shoelaces. The freshman finished his reps again, slowly but surely, distracting himself while he could still feel Shishido staring at him. At least, this way, there was no...sort of mutual attraction, and Ohtori was sure that Shishido was just sexually frustrated because Jackal hadn't been by to visit lately. A shame, for his friend, but Ohtori knew not to help. ...It wasn't a good idea, as much as he mulled it over in his head.
Shishido sighed, taking another long gulp of water. "I bet things will be better between you and..." ah fuck. What was his name. "...Clingy boy...eventually." Shishido shot Ohtori as rakish a grin as he had. Okay, it wasn't much. He took off his shirt, turning to tug on a clean one. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Kensuke." Ohtori corrected him with a small bit of a pout to his lips, knowing that at least if Shishido remembered him it might make things a bit better. If Shishido hadn't taken notice of him, then maybe the purpose of dating the other boy wasn't really...right... Okay. Ohtori couldn't think that way, of course not, and his process of thought came across an interruption when the sleek, toned chest of Shishido came in full view, the sight of Shishido's abdomen enough to make Ohtori need to wet his lips, rifling in his bag for his own bottle of water. "Yeah. Tomorrow." He stood, heading directly for the showers, intending to wash some of the perspiration from his skin that Shishido-san had mostly caused. "Tomorrow's good."
What: Ogle each other in the gym while pretending not to
Where: Gym before school
When: Yesterday morning
Warnings: Eye sex :p
Ohtori was grateful for the access to the Hyotei weight room, pleased to see that the room was more or less empty aside from one person. Ohtori adjusted the bag over his shoulder, heading towards the bench press, hoping that the work-out would ease some of the irritation he'd had from Kensuke being upset with him. He stretched out his arms and legs, only just recognizing the breathy sound of Shishido running on the treadmill. ...Hopefully, Shishido just wouldn't notice him. This was definitely a violation of them being alone together, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught the healthy sheen of sweat on Shishido's biceps. Ohtori swallowed hard, just setting his weights, silent in hopes that he could just watch from afar.
Shishido concentrated on running, feeling the smooth transition of speeds as the machine warmed him up, met his stride, and then began to push him. Sweat was making his shirt cling to his muscles and his hair stick to his back, but he kept running, eyes shut to concentrate. Someone else came in, and Shishido largely ignored him until his running pattern was done. Then Shishido saw Ohtori like some kind of body-building god, lying back and pushing up the weights. Shishido looked away. "Hey."
Ohtori had luckily preoccupied himself, the rhythmic movement of his reps enough to distract himself from the way Shishido's hair clung to his temples and the expanse of skin that was exposed when Shishido's leg lifted. The freshman was focused instead on just how far he could push himself, the weight pushing away much of his thought. Only when Shishido spoke did it distract him, and he rested the weights above him as he looked up at his senpai. And swallowed. Hard. Ohtori forced himself to look away, finding the inscription on the barbell fascinating for some reason. "Hi, Shishido-san."|
"Hey, Ohtori-kun." Oh wait, he'd said that. Shishido grabbed his towel and made sure that he wasn't actively dripping sweat everywhere before heading to the mat to stretch. He dropped into a runner's stretching pose, nose to knee. What to say. O hi, your body makes me hot. Nah. Too honest. "How's it going."
Ohtori again had to distract himself, adding on a bit more weight, pushing himself further this week than he had in a while. He had to, to keep from staring, his concentration mostly on the tightening of his abdominals as he lifted the weight again, pushing up. He tried to answer Shishido as he finished out the reps, staring at the ceiling. "A-aa, ....pretty....good, I guess...." He breathed hard, his voice somewhat shaky at the strain. "How about you?"
Shishido was taking the opportunity to stare at Ohtori. He was really pushing himself, and his arms were straining from the effort. Shishido watched in fascination as the weights hefted up...down...arms flexed...gah. "...What was that?" Shit. Ohtori had asked something.
This wasn't working. Ohtori finally let the weights down, sitting up on the bench, mopping sweat from his forehead with the fluffy white towel around his neck. "I asked how you were, Shishido-san." He laughed softly, a bit amused at Shishido's distraction, fighting the urge to lift his hands above his head and expose his stomach, something, anything to keep Shishido's attention. But thinking like that, that was against his rules too. Ohtori fought off the ideas, reminding himself of his taken status and grinning wide at Shishido.
Shishido immediately ripped his eyes off Ohtori and thought of Jackal. Yep, yep, yep. Filling his brain with all kinds of thoughts of warm dark skin and...fuck, the bastard was probably buying Marui more doughnuts. Okay, anyway. "Oh. Hm. I saw Sanada on campus looking all irritable. Couple nights ago." He smiled, then caught a whiff of Ohtori's musky scent. It went straight to his groin.
"Yeah? How's that going anyway?" Ohtori stared, his distraction technique not working at all, now, not when Shishido was staring at him like that. Ohtori stared right back, biting his lip, wondering if he should tell Shishido he had an extra shirt in his bag. Shishido's shirt was clinging to his torso and Ohtori was....having a hard time taking his attention away from it.
Shishido looked thoughtful, trying his best to ignore the slight glint of something in Ohtori's eyes. Hunter, prey. It was a good look on him. Damn. "I'm not sure. Those guys don't come to visit often, and ... Atobe seems like he needs more than they give." Shishido wondered how long it would be before Jirou ended up doing more than napping in Atobe's room.
Ohtori adjusted himself on the bench, pulling his t-shirt a bit over himself inconspicuously, watching Shishido closely. "Yeah. I bet it'd be pretty hard to...be involved with two other people like that anyway. Especially if two of them are in one place..." Ohtori sighed, running a hand through his hair, inhaling a scent that smelled familiar...Shishido smelled so....good. "Long distance relationships sound hard."
Shishido was qualified to answer that one. He took a deep breath and watched out of the corner of his eye as Ohtori's shirt clung to his growing muscles. The boy had grown in a year and ... it all suited him really well. "They are. IM just doesn't say as much as a hug or a game of basketball."
Ohtori finally stood up from the bench, heading over towards another machine he hardly ever used, looking for something that would increase his leg strength. He finally settled on one, still watching Shishido somewhat as he set the weight amount, trying his hand at distracting himself again. "I believe that. But at least he's close enough you guys can visit on the weekends?"
Shishido noticed that the machine lifted Ohtori's leg just far enough that he could stare down his shorts if the angle was just right. "Eh. Kinda. He's been busy lately. I think he works part time somewhere." It ached in Shishido's heart a little, the thought that Jackal had a whole life that didn't include him, not a jot. Made him want to go over there and help spot. Instead he rose and put a leg up on a dance bar to help stretch out his inner thigh.
Ohtori nearly lost the hold he had on the weights as Shishido hoisted his leg up, the impressive display of flexibility enough to make his mouth water. Damn. "I'm sorry. ...Kensuke's been really busy too." Kensuke was the soccer team vice-captain now, and had assumed a couple new responsibilities. Their time together had diminished, somewhat, and Kensuke hated the amount of time that Ohtori spent with Shishido-san.
Shishido stretched, knee to nose for a while before shifting to the other leg. "Ah, he seemed like an okay guy." ...Their gaming night had been interesting. Shishido mainly got through it by pretending Jackal was there, and that Ohtori was some guy he only vaguely knew. Ohtori was probably still a little annoyed by that.
The gaming night hadn't been much fun at all, really. Ohtori spent most of the time just fiddling with the character and making passing glances at Shishido, Kensuke's attentions growing rather annoying with the other guy hanging off him all the time. It had just been...strange and awkward. "He is, it's just...we're going through a rough patch." Ohtori smiled brightly. Really, everything would be fine. As long as....well, as long as Kensuke didn't ask about Shishido again.
Shishido nodded. Kensuke was...kind of strange. No, probably normal and quite nice, except for the fact that he was hanging off of Ohtori in a clinging manner. Made Shishido wonder how far Ohtori had gone in the sex department. Which...mm. He could just see Ohtori pinning...wait. Bad. Shishido shifted, sitting and bending forward to stretch his lower back (and hide the slightly larger pouch in his pants).
"Things will get better in no time." Ohtori reassured him, and probably more of himself, because his last couple of relationships had just ended...badly. All of them had been jealous of Ohtori's affections, and most of them thought that he wasn't taking anything seriously. Which, in part, he wasn't. Most of them had been comfort, to know that he was attractive to people and could be with who he wanted, if he didn't really want Shishido-san or Hiyoshi-san. Ohtori grinned and pushed the weight out a little more, angling his back just so that he could catch a glimpse of Shishido's ass in his thin pants...hmm.
"Will it?" Shishido muttered, half to himself. He could see things getting bad, actually. He thought of something horrible for a moment so that he could stand. Hm. Sanada in a tutu, there. Shishido stood after a moment and made his way to his bag, drinking a long gulp of water while watching Ohtori's shirt ride up.
Ohtori caught Shishido's gaze on him again and immediately looked away, finding something more entertaining in his shoelaces. The freshman finished his reps again, slowly but surely, distracting himself while he could still feel Shishido staring at him. At least, this way, there was no...sort of mutual attraction, and Ohtori was sure that Shishido was just sexually frustrated because Jackal hadn't been by to visit lately. A shame, for his friend, but Ohtori knew not to help. ...It wasn't a good idea, as much as he mulled it over in his head.
Shishido sighed, taking another long gulp of water. "I bet things will be better between you and..." ah fuck. What was his name. "...Clingy boy...eventually." Shishido shot Ohtori as rakish a grin as he had. Okay, it wasn't much. He took off his shirt, turning to tug on a clean one. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Kensuke." Ohtori corrected him with a small bit of a pout to his lips, knowing that at least if Shishido remembered him it might make things a bit better. If Shishido hadn't taken notice of him, then maybe the purpose of dating the other boy wasn't really...right... Okay. Ohtori couldn't think that way, of course not, and his process of thought came across an interruption when the sleek, toned chest of Shishido came in full view, the sight of Shishido's abdomen enough to make Ohtori need to wet his lips, rifling in his bag for his own bottle of water. "Yeah. Tomorrow." He stood, heading directly for the showers, intending to wash some of the perspiration from his skin that Shishido-san had mostly caused. "Tomorrow's good."