PoT: Third Party (Atobe/Tezuka, Atobe/Kabaji)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: (Disturbing?) Humor
Pairings: Atobe/Tezuka, Atobe/Kabaji
Summary: Atobe tries to bring a third party into the mix. Tezuka gets upset.
When it got around that he was seeing a player from a rival school, it created quite the buzz around campus. Random members of the tennis club would come up to him, curiosity overruling sense of self-preservation, and ask him the same question. Why of all people would he choose to date the person who had tried to knock him out of the tennis scene for good?
Tezuka would frown at the audacity, saying nothing until the foolhardy sap started to squirm uncomfortably under his scrutiny. He'd wait until the other seemed ready to scamper away before calling out, "Twenty laps!"
Well, running was preferable to sharing the awkward silence with the stoic boy. Before long, the area around the courts was filled with running teammates, classmates, and a teacher the faculty had elected to counsel him. His poor math teacher, who had properly been cowed by his intimidating presence since the beginning of the school term, had never had a chance.
Idiots, the lot of them. Why should Tezuka have to justify choices about his personal life to those gossipmongers, anyway? Besides, he wasn't "dating" so much as "having regular fucks" with Atobe Keigo. It had just been bad luck that Kikumaru had spotted them as they were at the drugstore buying condoms and run out to blab it to everyone on the street before Tezuka could stop him.
Tezuka had made him pay though, and on top of the hundred laps, Kikumaru was now first in line to taste whatever new concoction Inui came up with.
Being a shameless egotist who loved being in the spotlight, Atobe hadn't tried to dissuade the rampant rumors that spread, hamming up their relationship in public as if they were a long-term, lovey-dovey couple. If it wasn't for the mind-blowing sex, Tezuka would have left him long before the scandal had been let out of the bag.
But the sex was that good and Atobe's passion in the sack made up for many of his other distasteful traits so Tezuka ignored the fervent whispers behind his back and continued to visit the arrogant Hyotei captain in his home. It was a good arrangement, as Atobe's parents were often away on business and they were free to be as loud as they pleased.
Today was no different and they were getting it on pretty heavily on Atobe's king-sized bed. Kissing led to petting, petting led to clothes being shed, nudity led to fondling and fellatio. Pretty soon, cocks were at attention, entrances were well-lubricated and Tezuka was flat on his back with his legs drawn up and spread, ready to be taken.
Then, Atobe committed the cardinal sin.
He brought a third party into the mix without prior consent.
"Kabaji!"
The hulking boy must have been standing right outside the door, because he was there in an instant.
Tezuka sat up, entire body blushing red as he grappled for the sheets to cover himself.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
Atobe gave him a look of pure innocence, although the expression was somewhat ruined by a slight twitching of his lip. "I need a condom before I can proceed," he pointed out, enjoying Tezuka's discomfort a bit too much. "It's so bothersome to open the packet and put it on myself when my hands are slippery from the lube."
"You did it before!" Tezuka growled, patience tried and entirely unamused.
"But that was when we were at the beginning stages," Atobe nearly whined. "Now that we're more comfortable with each other, you should accept that I like doing things a certain way."
"And that way is to have him," Tezuka nodded in Kabaji's direction, "slip a condom on you."
"Yes."
"Do you realize how wrong that is?"
"Hey, he dries me off after my baths. I don't see how this is any different," Atobe said defensively. He was getting a little upset at how touchy Tezuka was being about the whole thing. After all, what good was having a faithful lackey if he didn't use him to do his every bidding?
Tezuka stared for a good fifteen seconds, wondering if Atobe was the laziest ass in the world, or if he harbored some strange, sick kinks that he had no self-awareness of.
"I'll do it," he finally said, holding out his hand. "Just give me the damn thing."
Atobe snorted. "Yeah right, Tez-kun. Don't you remember the reason you're uke in the first place? You couldn't find the right hole with both hands and a road map. I'm surprised you can tell your fingers from your dick without your glasses. There's no way you can successfully sheath me."
Tezuka glared, and the squinting helped a little. The gray blur in front of him became... a slightly less blurry gray blur.
"It'll be quick, I swear," Atobe reassured him. "And once we get started, you won't even notice he's here. He's quieter than any of our sex toys."
Both eyebrows shot up, alarmingly high until they disappeared beneath his messy bangs. "Once we get started? You mean, he's staying for the whole thing?"
"Well, yeah." Atobe shrugged. "In case I need a second pair of hands or something. And he likes to watch, anyway."
"Okay, that's where I draw the line," Tezuka declared, sliding out of bed and pulling on his pants. "You can keep your twisted fetishes to yourself. I want nothing to do with it."
Atobe watched regretfully as the other boy left, stomping his way past Kabaji and thundering down the stairs. "Damn, another one. If only they could accept our relationship for the platonic thing that it is... Na, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
That tease, leaving him hanging like this. It wasn't like he was suggesting Kabaji participate to make a Tezuka-sandwich. Kabaji was just convenient to have around, like a tub of Vaseline or a box of tissues. How misunderstood his intentions were, Atobe mourned.
And he was still horny with no one around to fuck.
Well, except...
"Kabaji, come give me a handjob."
"Usu."
And so, Atobe got his satisfaction and Seigaku got its captain back from the evil clutches of Hyotei. And Kabaji was happy because Atobe was happy, and really, isn't that the most important thing?
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My revenge for people writing Atobe without Kabaji. You can't have one without the other, yo! Na, Kabaji? XDDDD
originally posted on: nagibook [November 11, 2003]
Genre: (Disturbing?) Humor
Pairings: Atobe/Tezuka, Atobe/Kabaji
Summary: Atobe tries to bring a third party into the mix. Tezuka gets upset.
When it got around that he was seeing a player from a rival school, it created quite the buzz around campus. Random members of the tennis club would come up to him, curiosity overruling sense of self-preservation, and ask him the same question. Why of all people would he choose to date the person who had tried to knock him out of the tennis scene for good?
Tezuka would frown at the audacity, saying nothing until the foolhardy sap started to squirm uncomfortably under his scrutiny. He'd wait until the other seemed ready to scamper away before calling out, "Twenty laps!"
Well, running was preferable to sharing the awkward silence with the stoic boy. Before long, the area around the courts was filled with running teammates, classmates, and a teacher the faculty had elected to counsel him. His poor math teacher, who had properly been cowed by his intimidating presence since the beginning of the school term, had never had a chance.
Idiots, the lot of them. Why should Tezuka have to justify choices about his personal life to those gossipmongers, anyway? Besides, he wasn't "dating" so much as "having regular fucks" with Atobe Keigo. It had just been bad luck that Kikumaru had spotted them as they were at the drugstore buying condoms and run out to blab it to everyone on the street before Tezuka could stop him.
Tezuka had made him pay though, and on top of the hundred laps, Kikumaru was now first in line to taste whatever new concoction Inui came up with.
Being a shameless egotist who loved being in the spotlight, Atobe hadn't tried to dissuade the rampant rumors that spread, hamming up their relationship in public as if they were a long-term, lovey-dovey couple. If it wasn't for the mind-blowing sex, Tezuka would have left him long before the scandal had been let out of the bag.
But the sex was that good and Atobe's passion in the sack made up for many of his other distasteful traits so Tezuka ignored the fervent whispers behind his back and continued to visit the arrogant Hyotei captain in his home. It was a good arrangement, as Atobe's parents were often away on business and they were free to be as loud as they pleased.
Today was no different and they were getting it on pretty heavily on Atobe's king-sized bed. Kissing led to petting, petting led to clothes being shed, nudity led to fondling and fellatio. Pretty soon, cocks were at attention, entrances were well-lubricated and Tezuka was flat on his back with his legs drawn up and spread, ready to be taken.
Then, Atobe committed the cardinal sin.
He brought a third party into the mix without prior consent.
"Kabaji!"
The hulking boy must have been standing right outside the door, because he was there in an instant.
Tezuka sat up, entire body blushing red as he grappled for the sheets to cover himself.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
Atobe gave him a look of pure innocence, although the expression was somewhat ruined by a slight twitching of his lip. "I need a condom before I can proceed," he pointed out, enjoying Tezuka's discomfort a bit too much. "It's so bothersome to open the packet and put it on myself when my hands are slippery from the lube."
"You did it before!" Tezuka growled, patience tried and entirely unamused.
"But that was when we were at the beginning stages," Atobe nearly whined. "Now that we're more comfortable with each other, you should accept that I like doing things a certain way."
"And that way is to have him," Tezuka nodded in Kabaji's direction, "slip a condom on you."
"Yes."
"Do you realize how wrong that is?"
"Hey, he dries me off after my baths. I don't see how this is any different," Atobe said defensively. He was getting a little upset at how touchy Tezuka was being about the whole thing. After all, what good was having a faithful lackey if he didn't use him to do his every bidding?
Tezuka stared for a good fifteen seconds, wondering if Atobe was the laziest ass in the world, or if he harbored some strange, sick kinks that he had no self-awareness of.
"I'll do it," he finally said, holding out his hand. "Just give me the damn thing."
Atobe snorted. "Yeah right, Tez-kun. Don't you remember the reason you're uke in the first place? You couldn't find the right hole with both hands and a road map. I'm surprised you can tell your fingers from your dick without your glasses. There's no way you can successfully sheath me."
Tezuka glared, and the squinting helped a little. The gray blur in front of him became... a slightly less blurry gray blur.
"It'll be quick, I swear," Atobe reassured him. "And once we get started, you won't even notice he's here. He's quieter than any of our sex toys."
Both eyebrows shot up, alarmingly high until they disappeared beneath his messy bangs. "Once we get started? You mean, he's staying for the whole thing?"
"Well, yeah." Atobe shrugged. "In case I need a second pair of hands or something. And he likes to watch, anyway."
"Okay, that's where I draw the line," Tezuka declared, sliding out of bed and pulling on his pants. "You can keep your twisted fetishes to yourself. I want nothing to do with it."
Atobe watched regretfully as the other boy left, stomping his way past Kabaji and thundering down the stairs. "Damn, another one. If only they could accept our relationship for the platonic thing that it is... Na, Kabaji?"
"Usu."
That tease, leaving him hanging like this. It wasn't like he was suggesting Kabaji participate to make a Tezuka-sandwich. Kabaji was just convenient to have around, like a tub of Vaseline or a box of tissues. How misunderstood his intentions were, Atobe mourned.
And he was still horny with no one around to fuck.
Well, except...
"Kabaji, come give me a handjob."
"Usu."
And so, Atobe got his satisfaction and Seigaku got its captain back from the evil clutches of Hyotei. And Kabaji was happy because Atobe was happy, and really, isn't that the most important thing?
---
My revenge for people writing Atobe without Kabaji. You can't have one without the other, yo! Na, Kabaji? XDDDD
originally posted on: nagibook [November 11, 2003]