[fic] Theme 016 "Jock Strap", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: 'Atemu'/Yuugi; PG-13}
Seeing as how we won’t be seeing another ‘February 29’ in another four years, I guess it’s appropriate to update. xD (And hopefully you won’t see another 02/29 in any one of these themes...that’d mean I took forever with this challenge. o.O)
Oh yeah, I had two midterms just this Monday. And another one next Friday. University is lovely, no?
Expect the next update to be around March 14. n.n And hopefully by then I’ll have the idea to theme 018 typed up.
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 016.
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: ‘Atemu’/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: If he couldn’t be on the field, then he’ll turn something else into a game.
Disclaimer: Do not own Yuugiou. My friend helped me with this plot bunny...although she had something much more perverted in mind. XD
Spoilers: AU.
Warnings/Notes: None, or so I think. ‘Jock strap’ spawned the athlete idea but isn’t actually used. That is all.
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“Aaand it’s another goal for the Sennens!”
Atemu mentally cheered, ignoring the light pull of his muscles. Yes, he was happy they scored another goal, but he was sour that he wasn’t on the field to share it. He had been called off during the first-half-second-quarter of the game, having been tripped by one of his opponents. His ankle was beginning to swell and well on its way on becoming one of the largest bruises he’d ever had in his sports career.
He hissed and winced slightly as he pressed a pack of ice next to it. Its coldness conflicted with his pain.
“Are you all right?”
Atemu looked up, a bit surprised at the newcomer. No one was supposed to be in the locker rooms at this time of the game...
“I’m the emergency paramedic unit around here,” the young man shrugged, shaking his medical kit lightly. “I saw Sixty-Six trip you and that fall looked rather painful...so I thought maybe you’ll need to get your injury checked out.”
“Thanks, that’d be great,” Atemu sighed in relief, lying flat on the hard wooden bench. ‘It’s been a while since someone took care of me...’ he pondered, finding the situation amusing.
“Hmm, that’s one nasty bruise developing.”
“Tell me about it. It’s hurting like no tomorrow too-” He yelped as the other rotated his right ankle slowly. “Ow!”
“Just as I suspected, twisted ankle. You’d better lay off that foot for a while; it’s going to take some time before it heals completely.”
Atemu nodded, eyes closed, and his breathing slowed down as his adrenalin rush died away.
That was, until he continued to feel a presence next to him.
He cracked open an eye and saw the young man looking-staring-examining-him. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Is something the matter?”
The other blushed, feeling guilty and embarrassed being caught. “N-no,” he replied, hesitation seeping into his voice now that his medical character faded behind his normal persona.
Deciding to make the most of his predicament, Atemu turned playful. “You know, if my ankle isn’t busted, I can think of a lot of things to do to you if you continue to sit there looking so delectable.”
The blush turned into an outright flush at his words. “Wha-at?”
“Oh, you heard me,” he smirked, sitting up and pulling his left leg up until his thigh was brushing his torso, leaving his injured limb relaxed on the bench. He leaned forward, holding himself steady by hugging his knee a little, keeping his centre of gravity more to his front. His right hand started to inch its way up the other’s thigh, up his covered up toned body...
Grasping the other’s chin gently, he directed the soft face to align with his own at opposite angles and leaned in.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 471
Authoress Notes: Okay, diav, you can have your ‘locker room sex’ now. XD
If anyone’s interested, I posted up some doodles and a sketch over here. x3
Reviews will be replied to as soon as I resume internet access...earliest would be Saturday night, but that's only a hopeful estimate. *crosses fingers*