Atobe exited the club house followed by Kabaji, who was carrying their bags, and Jiroh, who swayed a bit while he walked, but was moving under his own power and was managing disjointed conversation.
Atobe was ignoring him mostly though, he thought he saw a familiar head of hair over by the fence.
"You look rather tired, Jiroh," Atobe said. "You managed to stay awake all of practice, so you're overdue on a nap."
Jiroh yawned, "But we're gonna do German later, aren't we?"
"Later, and if not, we have time tomorrow," Atobe raised a hand and snapped his fingers. "Kabaji, take Jiroh home."
"Usu."
Atobe paused long enough for the two to pass the fence before continuing foreward and stopping next to Fuji. "Hello, there. I wasn't expecting you."
Fuji turned his head and smiled slightly at Atobe, pushing himself off the wall to face the other boy. "Maa, I wasn't expecting to be here either." Fuji said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His flickered his eyes slightly over the others form before mentally chastising himself. It did not matter that the other boy looked really, really good today. "How was practice?" He asked.
Fuji turned his head down to hide the slight blush that colored his cheeks at Atobe's question. He hadn't missed the other boy, or at least he didn't think he had, but for some reason the question induced butterflies in his stomach. Fuji had spent too much time thinking about Atobe to miss him.
"Saa, I was wondering about you and Sanada-san actually." Fuji's eyes peeked up at Atobe through the fringe of his bangs. "Did you two make up?"
Atobe helped Fuji out of the car and led him up the steps. The others were already inside, after being let him by the house staff.
"That number is in the study," Atobe explained as he led Fuji down the hall past the eyes of a couple bodyguards, nodding at them as he went. "It won't take long to look it up."
Atobe entered the study and shooed a maid away. He approached the desk and fingered through the contact info there.
Fuji was once again inwardly stunned by the sheer opulance of Atobe's house. He stepped up closer to Atobe as the teen looked through the contact info and let his eyes wander around the study. It had good lighting, and the woodwork was fantastic...
Atobe found the number he was looking for and turned to find Fuji examining the room. He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around the other boy. "Like what you see?"
Atobe leaned back against the edge of the desk and pulled Fuji against him. "I can remember wedding pictures being taken in here, but I can't remember who they were for. I was four at the time. I spent more time running from my father's bodyguards at the age than I did paying attention."
Atobe wrapped a hand around a delicate wrist and kissed Fuji's palm. "I'm afraid I was a bit too much for the nanny."
Fuji shivered as Atobe pulled him against the taller man's body. 'Not going to jump him.' he reminded himself, though Atobe really was asking for it. 'I'm in control of myself.' A blush started to crawl up his cheeks when Atobe kissed his palm, and a tingle seemed to spread from the epicenter of the kiss throughout his body. "I bet you were a handful." He murmured, fully capable of seeing chibi!Atobe terrorizing hte hosuehold.
"It's a beautiful room for photographs." Fuji said. "The lightings just right, and the whole room has a warm feel to it. Not to mention the exquisite panelling.."
Fuji purred low in his throat as Atobe moved his hands. He'd swear it was merely a happy humm but it was definitly a purr. Finally getting the last button undown Fuji too particular pleasure in teasing the skin above Atobe's waistband, fully aware of just how much of a tease he was being as he slid the others shirt down his arms.
When Fuji slid his shirt down it confined his arms, but he could still reach Fuji's head, and he buried his hands into Fuji's hair; the silken locks where soft beneath his touch. He then slid his hand to the other boy's shoulders and began to kneed the muscle there with his hands.
"Mmm." Fuji nearly melted into the others touch. Dropping his head to rest it against Atobe's shoulder Fuji let out another small moan. His own hands pressed on Atobe's chest, stroking over the skin, and bone and sinew that lay beneath. The silver haired man nder him was warm to the touch and Fuji felt like he was burning up as the other worked him over. Turning his head Fuji started sucking on Atobe's neck, and let one hand playfully circle Atobe's nipple
Atobe wiggled one of his arms free from his shirt and moved his hands to bring Fuji's hips against him. He moaned at the contact, sliding on hand to the small of Fuji's back to hold him in place as he sent the other back up the boy's shirt.
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Atobe was ignoring him mostly though, he thought he saw a familiar head of hair over by the fence.
"You look rather tired, Jiroh," Atobe said. "You managed to stay awake all of practice, so you're overdue on a nap."
Jiroh yawned, "But we're gonna do German later, aren't we?"
"Later, and if not, we have time tomorrow," Atobe raised a hand and snapped his fingers. "Kabaji, take Jiroh home."
"Usu."
Atobe paused long enough for the two to pass the fence before continuing foreward and stopping next to Fuji. "Hello, there. I wasn't expecting you."
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He eyed the boy freely, not bothering to be discreet. Atobe smirked, "So, you don't know why you're here? Drawn by my magnificent self perhaps?"
Atobe let his expression soften. "Or you might have missed me a little?"
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"Saa, I was wondering about you and Sanada-san actually." Fuji's eyes peeked up at Atobe through the fringe of his bangs. "Did you two make up?"
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"That number is in the study," Atobe explained as he led Fuji down the hall past the eyes of a couple bodyguards, nodding at them as he went. "It won't take long to look it up."
Atobe entered the study and shooed a maid away. He approached the desk and fingered through the contact info there.
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Atobe leaned back against the edge of the desk and pulled Fuji against him. "I can remember wedding pictures being taken in here, but I can't remember who they were for. I was four at the time. I spent more time running from my father's bodyguards at the age than I did paying attention."
Atobe wrapped a hand around a delicate wrist and kissed Fuji's palm. "I'm afraid I was a bit too much for the nanny."
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"It's a beautiful room for photographs." Fuji said. "The lightings just right, and the whole room has a warm feel to it. Not to mention the exquisite panelling.."
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