LOG: Atobe Keigo and Shishido Ryou
Who: Shishido Ryou and Atobe Keigo
What: Atobe uses the juice as an excuse to say the L word
When: backdated to the juice incident
Where: Atobe’s penthouse.
Rating: NC-17
The whole school was acting weird and that didn’t rule out Atobe Keigo. It was bizarre. Openly saying those embarrassing things. What the hell was he thinking, anyway? There was nothing Atobe about it at all. Shishido knew his boyfriend, he just wasn’t the type to go around saying stuff like that. But, many people were acting weird that week. The brunette was happy he didn’t touch that water.
As he promised, that evening, Shishido made his way to his boyfriend’s apartment. Even though he wasn’t looking forward to the whole sappiness he was about to face, he missed Atobe. It was a constant feeling, missing him. That busy life the blonde lived meant they couldn’t be together most of the time. He has seen him only twice after he arrived from Hawaii, and it was already Friday. A week almost passed and they had only a few hours to catch up with all that happened during break.
When Shishido arrived, one of Atobe’s servant let him in and led him to the living room. “Keigo?” he called and signed, his cheeks getting a little warmer already at the sight of the piano.
Atobe had noticed it as well. The way most of the school had been acting. And the only thing that he noted had been different was a different sort of water in the vending machines. Water that he, Atobe Keigo, would never ever drink, if only because he was spoiled and only drunk a certain brand, imported from the Swiss Alps. But, he was also an opportunist in his own fashion. This madness had given him quite an opportunity to be free about his feelings. Should he be caught or should anyone say anything, he could merely claim that he too had drunk the water.
It meant that he could woo his boyfriend in a way too over the top fashion, a way that he really thought he would enjoy doing. Because he couldn’t help it. Because he was driven to by the water. A great excuse to lavish affection on the one he so deeply missed. And he did miss Shishido. He missed the brunette so deeply. It made him hate his position and his father all the more, blaming him for keeping them apart (even if Father had no idea about their relationship.)
He looked forward to seeing his lover again. Last time had not been nearly enough. It was never enough. He honestly waited for the day that they could be together more often. But for now, this was good enough.
Atobe was adjusting his tie when the other was announced as coming. He had made sure to pull out his nicest outfit. Dressing classy...and a bit sexy...for Shishido. Only when he was sure he was immaculate, he exited his bedroom and crossed over to greet his lover. “Ryou! My darling.” He said that in English. “You came. I’m so pleased. Make yourself comfortable.”
'My darling'? Shishido's face turned red and, of course, he looked grumpier than ever to try and hide it. What Atobe didn't know was the he really liked when he spoke another language, it was a bit of a turn on, but he was yet to find the reason why it affected him that way. That combined with his embarrassment at being called darling was too much.
He took off his jumper and threw it on the sofa, waiting for most of the blush to wear off. "What's wrong with you anyway?" he decided to be as direct as possible and not go into how much he wanted to see the other in fear it would make that bizarre attitude even worse.
The heir walked over to his piano bench and sat, back to the keys at the moment. He looked the other over, once more realizing just how much he missed the other. “Nothing is wrong with me, Ryou. Everything is right! I’ve never felt so right before. And warm. Just seeing you makes me feel like everything is perfect.” He leaned forward to smile warmly at him. “Incidentally, I found this new water. I enjoyed it very much.”
He shifted. “I am glad you decided to come. I almost don’t want to play for you now and just go over there and sit with you instead. I always ache when you aren’t by my side.”
"You're being just as odd as everyone else in school, I hope you know that" he looked over to see his boyfriend all dressed up. He couldn't deny it was kind of cute that he would go through so much trouble to make things perfect, at least, perfect in the blonde's eyes. Shishido didn't care too much about those things, but it make him smile inside because it made Atobe happy, and that he enjoyed a lot.
He hummed a little. “I am? I suppose if I have gone mad, then I have gone mad with love for you.” He intoned softly. “Now...” He reached up and very lightly pulled the knot of his tie to muss up his carefully composed look. Because he knew his lover did like it when he was a little more...approachable. Or at least he thought that was the case. “I promised you a song, didn’t I?” He gracefully slung his feet over the other side of the bench and looked over his shoulder. “I wrote this in my head while looking at a picture of you while slaving for Father in Osaka...”
He was actually a little nervous. He knew he was an amazing pianist. He also knew he was accomplished, but the piano was his outlet for emotions he didn’t allow himself. It was like standing in front of Shishido naked. Which he had already done. He turned back towards the keys and took a breath.
If Atobe was nervous, so was Shishido, for different reasons, but still the same emotion. No one had ever written anything to him, especially not a song. He could feel his heart racing before it even started. They had been together for a while now, and never had his feelings for someone grown so fast in such period of time. It was clear to the brunette that everyday he liked that annoying blonde more and now he couldn't think of himself without him.
Shishido approached the piano but just enough not to invade Atobe's space. He did like watching him play though, to see how his hands and fingers moved over the keys.
The melody started off quite simply. A small sorrow filled feeling that Atobe had felt. Trapped under the iron fist of his father, away from his adored lover with only a picture and the knowledge he was having fun as a balm to soothe him. But it quickly changed, his fingers searching out the next feelings. The deep emotions he felt. Their arguments. Their love making. His love; an emotion that was considered perhaps a great weakness to someone in his position, but there none-the-less. His body swayed a little as he played, keeping time as his fingers moved over the keys, producing the beautiful and soulful song.
By the time the last note played, he was shaking, just slightly from the overwhelming emotions. Things he normally vented out with passionate loud Wagner. He then stilled, fingers still over the keys and waited, eyes still closed.
It was a beautiful scene, to both watch and listen. Despite that hard shell and his sudden outbursts of irrational actions and emotions, the brunette was a gentle and sensitive being. After all, the two of them were born under the same sign and had many things on common, even if they approached them differently.
The song stopped and Shishido was holding back his feelings, as if the second he let it go, it would be like a free fall from the greatest height. That need to show less than they felt was also something both shared. At that moment, he wished he had drunk that stupid water just to have an excuse to be sap and lame. Slowly, he came closer and touched Atobe’s blond strands. He was scared to speak in case stupid things came out through his lips, so instead he kissed Atobe head. A lingering kiss, breathing the scent of his hair.
Silence. He wondered if his feelings had indeed been received. Then he felt the small brush against his hair. He didn’t need accolades. He didn’t need others amazed at him. He had enough of that. That small kiss. That tiny sweet gesture was worth more than all the deep praises he could ever receive in a lifetime. It meant more than all the words in the dictionary.
He smiled to himself, glad he had made the decision to pretend to be affected just to be able to say all he wanted to. Perhaps some day, when they were old, he would tell Shishido the truth behind the water incident. But for now, he would play it up all he wanted. WHich was why he turned to face his boyfriend once more. He reached up and lightly stroke his fingertips down his face in a truly loving manner. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Even though the brunette was trying hard not to show much, his eyes were giving him away. He looked into Atobe’s, his heart oddly racing in his chest. Since when had his feelings for the other grown like that? Sadly, though, he knew, or at least thought, that those words, that song his boyfriend had written was because of the water. Surely, once that effect faded away, Atobe would come to his senses again and realise his feelings were exactly like that. But Shishido was touched by those things already. It would be extremely unfair if he fell in love first.
“It’s …” he paused, leaning very discretely against those fingers, “... very... what’s the word..?” Pretty, romantic, sad and beautiful.
It was easy for him to read people. His insight made it so. But even if he didn’t have Insight, he would have been able to see it. He also knew that the words of love would be hard to say. They were hard for him to say.
He chuckled and dropped his hand and smiled up at the brunette. A part of him wished Shishido had grown his hair back, because it would have been the perfect handle to pull his boyfriend down for a kiss. Instead, he shifted upward to press a smooch to the other’s lips softly. “Shall I get you a dictionary, my love?” He teased.
Shishido’s cheeks warmed up again, just enough to be noticeably pink. “Shut up...” he muttered, eyes looking to the side. But even with his clear embarrassment, he got on his knees to level their height, hands resting firmly on Atobe’s waist before they went around it. He leaned his head on him and closed his eyes. “Stop calling me darling,” he said half-heartedly, the last one spoken in English.
“No?” He murmured playfully, “I can’t call you that? Then how about my love or sweetheart, or even my only” He let the English words flow easily. He loved how Shishido acted and he adored how Shishido leaned on him. His hand moved over the other’s hair and he stroked it fondly. More than fondly. “Or maybe I could just call you Ryou.” Even that seemed easier to him to say his name too.
All those English words. Atobe could speak them so well. Shishido could understand English really well, and even speak, but he sounded very Japanese when he did. Now, Atobe, he sounded as if it was the language he spoke everyday. It was always impressive. “It’s very cheesy, all those words, it’s embarrassing.” He shifted a little to get more comfortable against his boyfriend. “Just Ryou is fine, or I’ll start calling you Kei in front of other people.” Sometimes, just sometimes, the brunette would use that pet name, but only between the two of them.
The English was so very easy for him because he had grown up in England and a great many other places where English was a required language. He wondered what Shishido would do if he went to one of his other many numerous languages. Perhaps German or the more cliche French. But instead, he decided that he’d had enough linguistics for the day. He could easily use Japanese to shower sweet words upon the brunette. “Kei...In public?” A part of him didn’t want that. He wanted that to be just his. That sweet endearment that only he heard. But he didn’t want to not be able to use such silly endearments while he had an opportunity to do so.
He slightly pouted and he continued to pet over his lover. “I suppose I can try to contain my deep feelings for you and not call you as such in public. However, right now...we are not in public.” He smirked just a little. “So I can call you so as often as I wish.”
They weren’t in public, that was true, but Shishido never asked him not to call his those in public only. It was embarrassing either way, just because his face would tint red and his heart would skip a beat, especially when Atobe said it out of the blue, and not in a mock tone. Talking about relationships wasn’t his forte, actually, he disliked it a lot. However, that didn’t mean he never thought about it. On the contrary, he was always wondering about the two of them, and how their arguments never seemed to damage what he felt towards his boyfriend, how the annoying quirks he had become cuter and cuter with time, and so many other things... so much time spent wondering about Atobe, when they would see each other, if he was well, healthy... sleeping, eating. Shishido began to notice the difference between what he felt for Choutarou and how he was feeling about the blonde. It seemed that between him and his boyfriend, everything was more intense, more extreme, more passionate.
“What deep feelings are those?” He pulled back, enough to look him in the eye.
He hummed softly, letting himself get lost in Shishido’s eyes. A part of him wanted to tease and pretend he hadn’t heard the question, but he doubted that whatever he was pretending to be affected by would allow him to do such a thing. Being utterly truthful would be the best way to go. Especially since he had already realized it. He had come to the startling conclusion while he had been on his sham of a spring break. He had finally laid down for some sleep and it had hit him. He had fallen in love. It had been an utterly terrifying realization. But the more that he thought about it, the more he came to terms with it.
“My love for you.” He whispered. “My deep, undying love for you.”
Those words and the way they were told. It didn’t seem like the blonde was joking. He was staring into Shishido’s eyes, honest and real. At that moment, he wished the water made people speak with their true heart and not just let out a bunch of romantic crap they wouldn’t otherwise. But even then, deep in his heart, Shishido felt something that he couldn’t explain.
“Don’t just say stuff like that, Keigo...” he touched his boyfriend’s pale skin, whispering back, “...don’t mess me up.”
He wasn’t joking. Even if the rest was a bald faced lie, he’d never joke or lie about that. Because he heard it so little...and yet also so often. His adoring stalkers and fans were always declaring their love for him. His family...he doubted that word was even in the Atobe patriarch or matriarch’s vocabulary. He personally never used it as a rule. Too easy a word to be twisted and misinterpreted. It was a special and powerful word. And he finally got to use it on the one person who deserved to hear it from him. So when the other protested, Atobe just leaned into his touch slightly and murmured back. “When have I ever just said something that important? If you don’t want to hear it, then ignore me, but I won’t stop saying it to you until you believe it’s true as I feel it is.” He didn’t know how long this farce would last, so he wanted to make sure he got all of his feelings out there in the open before his window closed.
If course he wanted to hear it, it was all over his face that he did. At the same time, though, it was scary because he would have to admit to himself that he also felt the same. They hadn't been together for that long, how did that happen? Maybe it had always been there, lurking, disguised as other feelings. "I’m not going to ignore it!" he protested straight away. "I just..." he just didn't want to get hurt.
He sort of understood. He could see the other’s face. He could read the look of the other. It made him want to stand and kiss his lover softly. “I’m glad.” He murmured and did just that. Lightly pressing his lips against Shishido’s. “That you aren’t going to ignore it.” He hoped that the other boy would forgive him for this all when the week was over and he had to go back to being himself. “Because Ore-sama wants to take you out tomorrow night. You and me at a nice romantic restaurant.” A cheesy, overly romantic date.
That light kiss was just as powerful as the hungry desperate ones they shared. It was filled with feelings, different type of feelings. The brunette couldn’t believe all that was due to some drug in the water, he didn’t want to. Deep down, he wanted Atobe to love him, that he was saying was true, and nothing but. Maybe because being loved made him feel good, something he had never realised before. Or even, because he, himself, was in love too. There was even the possibility of both being correct.
He sighed, a little shaken as he held back his emotions. “I don’t want to ignore,” he whispered, “and you won’t take no for an answer to that either, I know that much,” if he knew anything, he knew that Atobe had his way, almost all the time.
He would indeed not take no. He was glad that Shishido seemed to be slightly receptive to his feelings. He just wished that he could always express them like this. He didn’t know just how long this would last. He didn’t want his lover to call his bluff and get angry at him. Even if it was true. The more times he said it, the more he realized it was indeed the truth. He did love Ryou. Deeply.
Standing, he snatched the other’s hand. In English once more, he stated, “Shall we dance, my love?” It was a good test to see just how far he could push this.
“Dance?!” Shishido blushed surprised. He didn't dance. Dancing was for wusses, or posh people like Atobe. But his hand was taken and when he noticed there he was, ready for it. "Keigo, I can't dance," he added , looking at his boyfriend with a frown to hide his embarrassment.
His lover was adorable. Keigo decided that right then and there. Ryou was absolutely the most fetching of creatures when he was blushing and embarrassed like that. Even more cute was the fact that regardless of how much he protested, he was still standing there, ready to fold to Atobe’s strange whims. It made him smile quite broadly. A strange feeling as he didn’t smile like that around anyone else. “Oh...you can’t? I suppose I can’t fault you for that too badly. But I will consider it my greatest pleasure to teach you how.” He purred.
A hand slid behind the brunette and the other changed positioning on the other hand. He wouldn’t be too complex. “A waltz, my love. Is quite simple. You can count to three. It’s just one, two, three. One two three.” He counted, lightly stepping. “And you just follow where I lead.” It should be easy, following. Atobe was a great leader, in tennis, in school and in the dance.
He didn’t mean to be adorable or cute, or even blush and look embarrassed, but it was so easy to get him that way. It wasn’t just Atobe who could get him to blush, but it was only he who could get his heart to beat that fast. The only one who would ever be able to dance with him like that. He hated it, but he loved being so close to his boyfriend, holding hands, doing something, anything, together. They would always be struggling to find time together, it seemed, so the brunette would take any time he could with Atobe and enjoy it, one way or another.
“Don’t call me that...” Shishido muttered before looking down at their feet. Great excuse to hide his face. It wasn’t hard, but he kept missing the pace.
He wondered if he could conive his way to getting his lover to agree to actual dance lessons. However, he didn’t want to push his uncouth love. He honestly didn’t mind that the bruenette wasn’t drilled from standing with what was supposed to be classy. He liked that he didn’t have to be an heir...he could just be himself for a moment.
“Ryou...if you’re having problems, think of it like doubles.” Though he knew Shishido would never have a better doubles partner than Ootori, and while Atobe himself had always always prefered singles (even when forced to play doubles), he thought it was the best way for the other to gain just a bit of confidence, even if he knew that he would be slowing to a small circle and then stop all together to just rest his cheek against his beloved and sigh happily.
When the dance slowed down and Atobe rested his cheek against his, Shishido let his hand slide from the others and trail along his arm to rest on the back of his neck. "Are you tired?" he said quietly and gently. Shishido was rude and crude, but at times like this, his soft side would always come out of hiding. It pained him to see Atobe exhausted from work and school, and he would often call him stupid. In reality, though, it was his way of showing he was worried. "I know you drank that crappy water and all, but instead of being all lame like this you should be resting," but that didn't stop the brunette from holding his close.
Honestly, Atobe was always tired. He was sure that Shishido knew just how badly in need of a full night’s sleep he was. He was also sure the other was aware that his desk saw more of him than his bed did when he passed out. But Atobe also knew that his lover worried over him and that his work life was a great bone of contention. No sane person worked the way he did. And no one his age should ever have the sort of pressure and schedule he held. He was unsure what the water was supposed to do, so he opted for truth, because a man deeply in love would never lie to his partner; even to protect him from the truth. “Always tired. But...it’s rather lonely. I know it’s probably too much to ask, but stay with me tonight.” And faking it or not, Keigo knew for a fact that he slept much better when the brunette shared a bed with him, even if all they did was sleep.
Of course the answer would be yes. It was also obvious that the brunette would try to make it seem like an effort even though it there was nothing at that time he would want more than hold his boyfriend to sleep. He sighed as he buried a hand into Atobe's hair. "I have to study you know? You said just to come and listen to the song. I don't even have my toothbrush." he tugged on the others hair, "do you have a spare one?" And probably indicated that he would be staying.
He sighed and made a small perturbed sound at the hair tugging. “I know you do.” He frowned. He shouldn’t have asked. He should let Shishido go back to his dorm. Go back and study. School was important. He had dreams. He was going to become an amazing volcanologist. But fake water or not, the truth was, Atobe did sleep better with him there. Maybe because Shishido made sure he did sleep. “I think I might just have a spare one. I hope you don’t mind solid gold plating.” He was teasing of course. Not even the great Atobe Keigo had a golden toothbrush. “I’ll even loan you some pajamas.” Though if his lover seriously wanted to go back, he would have a car called.
The brunette chuckled. Atobe could be so funny sometimes. Shishido realised with time, and now that they were dating, that Atobe wasn’t always serious about the things he said. Perhaps, even back in junior high, he was making fun of how rich he was. There was something about him that was different from most Hyoutei rich kids. Most were spoiled brats, kids who mom and dad were so proud of it was sickening. Atobe, however, was spoiled with things, not with affection. He can’t remember the blonde ever saying anything about his father being proud of him. There were only criticism and demands. In a way, Shishido was more spoiled than him. He knew love Atobe lacked. It made him sad to know it. He wanted to help him, to save him.
“Pajamas?” the brunette pulled back and stared into his boyfriend’s eyes. Damn, he was handsome, tired or not. He was so handsome that Shishido was pissed off at times. Yes, they were dating, but with that face Shishido had to be extra careful and he hated to feel jealous. “What’s wrong with underwear?”
He hummed a moment and considered his options. Normal Atobe would have a fit, because of his prudish nature. The very idea of sleeping in just underpants without certain activities happening first was simply unthinkable. But he was Atobe under the influence. He could let it go just for right now. “Since it’s you...” He murmured. “Nothing at all. Nothing is wrong with just that, or even less.” He smiled more. “Though I’ll probably pass out the minute I lay down, I’m afraid.” Because willpower was all that was keeping him upright.
Nothing it was then. Why couldn't Shishido take advantage of that water business as well? If Atobe was okay with him sleeping naked, then he would. The brunette was a sexual being, and he knew Atobe was too when he wasn't dead tired. Perhaps, in the morning, when he woke up to see Shishido's nude body sprawled on his bed he wouldn't resist.
"Hey,.." he turned his head and kissed his boyfriend's temple, breathing warningly against it. "You can sleep naked too," he whispered, "I'd give you a blowjob if you did." He was crude, yes, but he meant it with all his crude heart. Besides, who in their right mind would say no to that?
It was so hard for him not to immediately and with a great deal of prudish modesty, berate his lover for such a bold statement. Even if he was far from pure, Atobe didn’t talk about such things. Gentlemen didn’t speak of sex. It was just something that happened. He didn’t manage enough calm to keep the pink from his cheeks nor the small caugh. “Ryou....you can be so very tempting. And I like that. I like how tempting you can be. Naked it is. I’ll have the thermostat raised so that we can both lay in our birthday attire more comfortably.” That said, he pulled reluctantly away from his lover to adjust that temperature, using the remote that the entire penthouse was wired to.
Compliments. Between the two of them, those weren’t openly exchange with frequency. It didn’t mean they saw no qualities in each other, they did, but pride and pure stubbornness always seemed to win over. The good thing was, compliments became special, even if they had a physical connotation.
Shishido smiled when Atobe pulled back with his cheeks still showing some of that pink tone. It took him a moment or two to realise that his boyfriend’s embarrassment was due to his blunt offer, but when it did hit him, a grin curled on his lips. If Shishido could be tempting, then Atobe could be unbelievably cute. If only he had the guts to say that. It was a lot easier to tell him he would give him a blowjob than calling him cute.
“Is this because I said blowjob?” he poked Atobe’s cheek teasingly. “I’d say you’re a prude, Keigo, if you hadn’t agreed.”
He paused at the remote and muttered, “I’m hardly a prude...” But it was a lie. He knew that he was, but he’d kept denying it. “I’m a gentleman. Gentlemen don’t use that sort of language.” He paused and looked back over his shoulder. “But I love you even if you are uncouth. That’s what’s so attractive about you.” He finished clicking the buttons and the lights dimmed down to mood lighting and the temperature rose just a little. “Now my love, come along.”
Shishido couldn't understand why Atobe thought that to be attractive. Maybe because Shishido didn't hold himself back around him, he never tried to please him other than for the fact he liked him. That could be the reason. Atobe, even if he liked to think himself a gentleman and that he did have some prudish morals, he usually forgot all of that in bed. Besides, the first time they had done anything sexual, Atobe proved himself to be quite immoral and liberated. It had been a good surprise.
The 'I love you' made him blush a little himself, again. He wanted to be able to say the same, but he would have to wait. Maybe when Atobe was himself again, when it didn't seem like Shishido was just saying for the sake of it. He came closer, letting his boyfriend lead.
"I'm just being clear of my intentions, that can't be bad can it?" for other people maybe, but they were Japanese, being too clear wasn't a common thing.
His bed was in sight and Atobe started to undo his shirt. He had worked so hard to look good and it was far too easy to ruin the effort for Shishido. He could already feel his exhaustion catching up. Just being near his bed reminded him of how little sleep he had been getting as of late. He didn’t want Shishido to know though. He didn’t want him to worry more. Not when things were going so well. “Only in certain circles.” He admitted. In the circles he usually traveled, it was always a game to say only what one needed to say to get ahead.
Shirt off, he made the mistake of sitting down, the weight of his body sinking into the feather mattress. The second he did, he had to hide his yawn.
“Is this circle it isn’t,” the brunette said, watching his boyfriend undo his shirt. He could have done it for him, but somehow, Atobe seemed keen on getting things over with. The bed was pulling his boyfriend towards it. Atobe didn’t have to say a word, it was so obvious he had been sleeping less than he should. Less than anyone should. So young, so handsome and yet constantly tired and overworked. Shishido wanted to help him, to stop and protect him from all this harm the blond was inflicting on himself. “I could have done this for you,” he picked up the shirt and put it aside, standing right in front of his yawning lovers. He buried his fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp as he brushed the blond strands back. “Idiot... you’re so tired.”
His eyelid threatened to drag shut. Honestly, Shishido was one of the two people in this world who got to see him in such a state. So completely unguarded. He wondered when it was that his lover had managed to break through all his walls like that. To allow himself to appear and act as tired as he was around him was simple proof beyond doubt that Atobe trusted and cared for the brunette. No one else ever saw such a display of weakness from him.
“I know you could have,” he murmured and then frowned and reached up with his free hand to catch at the other’s shirt. Much like the very first time he had passed out with Shishido. He clutched whatever he could get his hands on for unconscious fear the other would leave the minute he was asleep. “And I am not tired. I’m merely equalizing the pressure...” Or whatever it was that yawning was supposed to do. “I can hardly be tired when I’ve only had 5 conferences.” He opened his eye again. “I can hardly be sleepy with you around. You’re better than a cup of coffee.” One of those fine ones you had to grind yourself that had a bit of flavor and attitude to them.
A smile formed on Shishido’s lips. Damn it, he was cute too! All tired and sleepy, trying to make excuses or lies. The brunette could see right through him. The hand slid down to the back of Atobe’s neck and there it stayed, fingers gently stroking his skin. “Keigo, you are so tired that even if you injected caffeine straight into your body you would still fall asleep on me the moment we decide to lay on this bed.”
He remembered that day too. They weren’t even dating back then and Atobe grabbed his top, falling asleep straight away. It was amusing and cute, and at the time, a little frustrating to think such things about him. Now, it wasn’t so bad. They were dating, they had been for a while, and Shishido wasn’t that ashamed or frustrated to show he cared. He was almost reaching a that stage where he could openly tell his boyfriend how he felt. “There’s only this right now,” he meant them and that moment, “so, no conference, no coffee. Just me putting you to bed and helping you relax. “
His lover was truly too good to him. It made him feel deeply guilty that he had to hide it. That he had to tiptoe around and treat Shishido like a dirty secret. It was wrong. But it was what he had to do right now. He knew the other knew that but he still felt terrible about it. Or maybe it was just because he was so tired that he was thinking so negatively. But the way the other treated him, was so caring and kind to him that he wanted to do better for him. Saying he loved him was all he could do right now. But Shishido was right, he couldn’t dwell. There was only them right now.
“Then,” he shifted to steal a small kiss, “Come to bed, ahn?”
Shishido reached of that hand that grabbed his top and pulled it away before slipping the top off over his head. He did say naked, so he was going to strip everything off before joining Atobe in bed. The hand, he put in back over his stomach and began to undo his jeans. “I’ll do yours in a bit,” he said, planning on stripping Atobe a lot slower than he was doing himself. Judging by his boyfriend’s behaviour, it was certain that he wouldn’t get any sex or any foreplay that night, but that didn’t bother his much. He did like hearing Atobe moan, the look of his face when he was being pleasured, all because of him. It was pleasurable to Shishido himself as well.
He dropped his jeans and his underwear, removing his socks too, and leaned over him so Atobe would rest down on the bed. “Your turn.”
He watched with sharp but tired eyes. He had to admit, his lover was a sight to behold. Shishido was glorious. He always had the best taste in everything. Food, clothing...lovers. This one especially and the one he was never going to move from. Shishido was stuck with him. Atobe had already decided that. Even if they never lived together and only saw each other when they both had time, he wasn’t going anywhere.
The feast for his eyes moved towards him and Keigo leaned back and purred a little. Or he thought that he did. It might have been a mix of that and a groan of frustration tiredness. If he wasn’t so tired...He would have reached up and pulled the other down and rolls them to have his way. He didn’t have that energy today. “All right. But do be quick about it. I don’t want you cold. I want you in here with me, warmed up.”
If Atobe thought he was just going to sleep, he was mistaken. Shishido raised an eyebrow to show that he wasn’t just going to conform with that. But he did reached down fairly quick and fiddled with the button of his boyfriend’s trousers. He knew that, if Atobe had any energy left in him, the situation, the way it was settling, wouldn’t have lasted long. The blond could be quite domineering in many aspects of his life, and in sex was almost like that too. Shishido was going to take advantage of his tired state.
“Don’t rush me, Keigo,” he complained, pressing his lips on the curve of Atobe’s neck, kissing and nipping gently as his hand worked the trousers off.
He groaned a little. He didn’t mind it at all when Shishido was being so demanding. He wanted to give in to those demands. He was sure he could easily do so. He could relinquish whatever control he had left to the other man and let him have his way. But Keigo couldn’t just do that. Even in this state, it was hard for him to give up his control to anyone. Which was why he was going to keep being demanding in his own way. “Who says I’m rushing. I just want you here with me.” He stated, fingertips already moving to tangle into the other’s hair. Tangle, as if to keep giving himself the illusion he still had control.
Shishido didn’t mind that. In reality, too much control freaked him out. He lived being free and hated following orders, but in the end, he liked knowing he wasn’t making all decisions by himself. He liked having support, something or someone to lean on, to depend on. The hand on his hair was reassuring. His own hand slid inside Atobe’s trousers, tugging it down together with his underwear. The kisses trailed down the neck towards his collarbone. “Uhm...” he sounded quietly, “you smell so nice,” he muttered, cheeks going a little red for giving such a cheesy compliment. He hadn’t realised it was slipping through his lips before it was too late.
He chuckled and moaned a little more. The complement was not what he was expecting. He didn’t know if he should be amused or embarrassed by such a statement. He chose a little bit of both. His fingertips moving more, tugging just slightly. He didn’t bother to try and comment on it, focused instead of those lips and the fight to stay awake. One that was getting a little easier to fight as his brunette moved his way down. Lifting his hips a little, he felt himself be completely unclothed. He chuckled some more and wondered if he was allowed to guide his lover where he wanted him. Or of that would be considered rushing him.
The chuckled made Shishido blush even darker. Good thing his head was still hiding against the other’s body and couldn’t be seen. He didn’t mean to say such corny thing, but Atobe always had an amazing scent. It didn’t matter what time the day it was, he always smelt so good. He continued to kiss down his body as if nothing had happened, moving to his chest as his hand slid along Atobe’s, now naked, inner thigh. Over the past few months, he had learned that his boyfriend had quite sensitive nipples, so that’s where he decided to focus one. He wanted his hand by the time he got down there, but he didn’t want to spoil it with his hand, so instead, he tried flicking his tongue over a nipple.
If Atobe tried to guide him, the brunette would follow. After all, he wanted Atobe to get was he wanted to get that night, he decided that when he saw that blush earlier when he mentioned a blowjob.
He might not have seen it, but he felt the warmth of the blush against his skin. He loved it when he could get the other to do that just because he knew his lover’s pride. He could just hear the other complain about being lame. But he didn’t mind lame. Not when lame made him moan and gasp. A definite gasp when the tongue touched one of his most sensitive spots. He uttered a not so quiet “Oh.” It wasn’t fair that the other could get him to lose such control over something that small and he couldn’t attack an ear in response. “Yes....” He shifted up a little, wishing for the other to touch him more. He said as such. A demanding order. “More. Now.....please...” It was the only time Atobe would ever utter the word please.
The hand stopped at the crotch and there it stayed, teasing by not touching between the legs. Shishido was going to get there, with time, now he would give more of what he was doing. Atobe’s request made his whole body warm. That begging, so uncommon, so rare that Shishido couldn’t but react to it. He sucked gently on that nipple, then pulled back, blowing cool on it as a contrast to the warmth of his mouth. He did the same a couple of times more, warming it up than blowing at it before he pulled back and looked down at his lover. “You’re so weak,” he smirked, teasing, and pressed a peck on his lips. The other nipple needed some attention too, so Shishido readily moved towards it.
He narrowed his eyes, or tried to. His baleful glare wasn’t half as icy as it could have been had he more energy. The ice king of Hyoutei could freeze a man in his tracks with one hard cold stare. But right now, turned on, he couldn’t manage it as strongly as he should. Still, he didn’t like being called weak. He wasn’t weak. He was Atobe Keigo. He was strong. He had to be strong. If he wasn’t, he would crumble under the pressure of everything. “S....shut up.” He moaned, tugging just a little harder to punish him for those words even as he tried to press himself against that hand.
“And stop teasing.” He demanded. Though honestly, the teasing kept him awake and he did so enjoy it.
The brunette knew the other wasn’t weak, but he was weakened under him at that moment. He couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t bad being weak to the one you love, Shishido thought but said nothing. He would be weak with Atobe whenever, he didn’t mind. He wanted Atobe to be that free too. To show he was right, he pulled his nipple between his teeth, gently, and flicked the tip on his tongue as he did.
He felt Atobe pressing against the hand, which made him feel mildly bad for teasing a tired man like that. “Uhm...” he moaned some, allowing some of his brush very lightly over his balls.
He could deny it, loudly and proudly. He could deny it until he was out of breath. He was good at that. But it wouldn’t change the fact that Shishido was right. He was indeed growing weaker. Demands turning into pleas. “Damnit...touch me.” Even cursing when he looked down on that so much. Because he wanted this. Needed it just as much as he needed sleep. Sleep he’d not get with his body hard and aching for his lover the way it was. “Ryou...I want you to to...ah!!” His chest arched at the pull and his legs spread a little with the touch. Ryou wasn’t playing fair at all. Perhaps this was karma for his game earlier. For using an ingested drug as an excuse to declare his love. “My love...I need more of you.” He finally managed through his moaning.
Shishido wanted to give him more, he wanted from the beginning, and he wasn’t even sure why he was teasing so much. Maybe just because he could, because, right then, he could take advantage of his boyfriend and nothing would happen to him. But that was enough. He teased him as far as he could do it himself. After all, Shishido was also naked and his hormones were just as active as any other 19 year old.
The brunette pulled back, placing himself between the other’s legs, but before he got down to business he stared at his boyfriend. Handsome and sexy, sprawled out on that comfortable bed. He ran his hands firmly down Atobe’s body. “You look really hot like that...” he blushed a little and leaned down, holding the other’s arousal around the base and licking at the head. He would do it, he would do anything Atobe wanted him to do.
He tried to glare imperially at the other sitting between his legs. It didn’t work. The only look he managed was horny and tired...and right now, horny was winning out. “I always look hot.” He moaned, in anticipation of the other man’s mouth upon him. A moan that got louder when the tongue touched his hardness. “Yes...” He groaned and tried hard not to just buck. He had more control than th...his hips jerked. He didn’t have any control at all.
The other’s lips curved slightly. Atobe seemed really eager, despite his tiredness, but he didn’t mind, if anything, Shishido liked it. He liked that his boyfriend wanted more, that he was loud and desperate. It was Shishido who was causing all that, making that pompous and mildly uptight man, lose control.
As slow as he could manage, the brunette took him deeper into his mouth, sucking hungry while his hand held firmly, the other stroked his thigh, something dropping to the crotch. He was enjoying himself, his eyes sometimes staring over the blonde, feasting on those sounds and faces he was giving him.
He was not whimpering...he wasn’t. But there were small sounds coming from him all the same. It felt too good. It always felt good. So much better than anyone else until he no longer bothered to compare. Shishido was the best and he was positive it was because he adored the other. Adored him enough that he wished he had the energy to turn the tables. He hated the idea that he would pass out and leave his lover unsatisfied. He didn’t want to be that sort of bastard. “Ryou.” He moaned. “What about you?”
Of course the brunette wanted his too. After all, he was aroused and there was no way he could just fell asleep with a boner next to a naked Atobe. But he knew his boyfriend was spent and having him do anything would be selfish. It was Shishido who initiated this, who couldn't suddenly demand something back. "I'll just jerk off," he answered as he pulled the blonde off his mouth, crude as ever, "You return it when you aren't passing out."
“Classy.” He managed to murmur at the announcement of just how his lover was going to take care of certain problems once Atobe was incapacitated by afterglow and exhaustion. “Utterly classy.” However, there was no bite to the words. No sting. They were almost playful, tinted with the sound of barely repressed moans and the tingling need for the brunette to return to what he had been doing before.
He tugged just lightly on the other’s hair. “Of course I’ll return it, tenfold. I’m not a man who likes a debt.” Though really, he would enjoy returning it, debt or no. “Especially when repaying it will be so enjoyable. Doing so with the one I love.” His fingertips dipped a little and lightly stroked over the lobe of Shishido’s ear.
There it was, that word again. 'Love' Atobe insisted. It was nice to hear it, Shishido thought it would always be nice no matter how many times it was spoken. But at the same time it was embarrassing. Deep feelings like that always were, at least for the brunette. His cheeks went a little red, and to think that just a moment ago Atobe's calling his classy made him snort and smirk. Such a big change. Without words to express, he took his boyfriend into his mouth again, sucking him harder, faster. To hear Atobe moan under him was another thing he doubted he would ever be tired of.
He didn’t expect Shishido to answer. Perhaps one day, he might get those words back, but he didn’t think he’d get them for a while. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any words at all. Because at the moment the mouth returned to it’s former place, he didn’t think he’d have been able to understand anything at all. His brain shut back down into simply reveling in the pleasure that the other man was giving him.
“Ahhh.” He groaned, hips once more moving just slightly to the rhythm the other had set, aware that any faster and he’d not be able to hold on.
He didn't want Atobe to hold back. If he came, Shishido was ready, but he couldn't deny that those sounds were amazing to hear. They turned him on so badly Shishido slid a hand down between his own legs to wrap his fingers around his arousal. Slowly he stroke himself, but soon his jerking caught up with the pace his mouth had taken. He was going to wank anyway, might as well do it while Atobe sounds to lost and so good.
"Mmh" he moaned around his boyfriend, changing the pace constantly to make it more exciting and unpredictable.
The man gasped more. He bucked and groaned more as the other played with him. He could barely keep up anymore. It was embarrassing that he couldn’t. He’d have to repay the man later with his own brand of teasing and loving. But for now, he could only respond. And not just respond. “I...I’m going to...” He warned softly, and tugged on the other’s hair a little more.
He didn't do it often, actually, never had he done it before Atobe. Shishido pulled back a little bit, lips still brushing on the head. "It's okay," he said in a quiet tone , telling his boyfriend he could come, that he was ready for it as well. He enjoyed Atobe's taste, and how his cock would throb in his mouth when he came... It was only for him though. Many times Shishido had sucked someone off, but he would never stay there once they were about to release. The blond was special, he did love him after all.
He knew he could, but he was a gentleman. He did want to at least warn the other. But that was the only warning Shishido would get. A moment later and a few feverish thrusts into that wonderful, magical mouth and Atobe felt himself come completely undone. He cried out as he came, arching hard and gripping the other as if he was afraid that he’s break in half if he didn’t. In a dim part of his mind, he knew he should have lasted longer, but he also knew he never would have because he had been without, too busy for even his hand.
The blond shuddered and finally slumped, making a conscious effort to slump forward, towards Shishido rather than away. A superhuman effort because backwards was bed and the exhaustion that was already creeping back in, spurred on by his release.
If Atobe came without warning that would be a little surprising, but they had been having sex for a while, Shishido had learn how to read his boyfriend quite well. He knew where to kiss, how to touch, where lick, how hard to bite, etc. Of course, there was so much more to learn... after all, Atobe could be unpredictable at times. It was fun though, getting to know him that well, slowly.
He licked and sucked until his boyfriend was spent, leaning over him all wear and tired, but satisfied and relaxed he hoped. Then he kissed and nipped his inner thigh before nuzzling into his stomach. He muttered something inaudible against it.
He was indeed very relaxed and very satisfied. He sighed and wrapped arms around the man’s shoulders. He could barely keep his eyes open now but there was no way in hell he was going to sleep without some sort of sleep cloths. But he didn’t want to move. He honestly couldn’t move. “Ryou...come up here with me?” he asked, softly.
It was nice, just being there, attached to his boyfriend like he would vanish if he let go. It felt like that sometimes, when Atobe had to go to meeting and they didn't see each other. Since Shishido began his proper course, he stopped seeing Atobe in maths classes so they so rarely spent time together at university.
He did let go though, before the blond fell asleep on him, and kissed his way up his chest then neck, cheeks and lips, pushing Atobe down on the bed.
He reveled in the small feeling, letting himself be pushed back. Reaching up, he wrapped arms about his lover again. He was not letting go. He needed to feel the other there, securely in his arms. The warm reality of having Shishido, of keeping him close, so that he couldn’t go back to his dorm, that was all that Atobe needed. He could never say he missed his lover, but it was actions like that, that said more than his words ever could. Even declarations of ardent love. “You had better still be here come morning.” He demanded, voice already drifting off as his eyes slid closed.
The first time they literally slept together, before it ever crossed their minds that they were going to date, Atobe grabbed Shishido's shirt as if he was a comfort blanket. At the time, Atobe didn't realize, he was so tired. But it became their normal thing. The grabbing, the holding, the cuddling. It was his boyfriend's only way to sleep soundly. To the brunette, it was as if he was protecting Atobe's sleep, so he enjoyed it too.
"As if I was going anywhere" he stated, rolling beside him and pulling the sheets up, "you owe me, I'll charge you in the morning."
He couldn’t really reply to that. Already, he was breathing a little deeper. He didn’t fight the sleep. He needed it. And he needed Shishido there to help him do so. He murmured a little, in his sleep. It was a small comfortable mumble. The words those words he had been saying all evening. “Love you.” He sighed and calmed, lulled into a deeper sleep.
Shishido watched him, his cheeks warming up at those words again. “Keigo....” he called, and once he had no reply, once his boyfriend was obviously asleep, he leaned closer and whispered. “Love you too.”
What: Atobe uses the juice as an excuse to say the L word
When: backdated to the juice incident
Where: Atobe’s penthouse.
Rating: NC-17
The whole school was acting weird and that didn’t rule out Atobe Keigo. It was bizarre. Openly saying those embarrassing things. What the hell was he thinking, anyway? There was nothing Atobe about it at all. Shishido knew his boyfriend, he just wasn’t the type to go around saying stuff like that. But, many people were acting weird that week. The brunette was happy he didn’t touch that water.
As he promised, that evening, Shishido made his way to his boyfriend’s apartment. Even though he wasn’t looking forward to the whole sappiness he was about to face, he missed Atobe. It was a constant feeling, missing him. That busy life the blonde lived meant they couldn’t be together most of the time. He has seen him only twice after he arrived from Hawaii, and it was already Friday. A week almost passed and they had only a few hours to catch up with all that happened during break.
When Shishido arrived, one of Atobe’s servant let him in and led him to the living room. “Keigo?” he called and signed, his cheeks getting a little warmer already at the sight of the piano.
Atobe had noticed it as well. The way most of the school had been acting. And the only thing that he noted had been different was a different sort of water in the vending machines. Water that he, Atobe Keigo, would never ever drink, if only because he was spoiled and only drunk a certain brand, imported from the Swiss Alps. But, he was also an opportunist in his own fashion. This madness had given him quite an opportunity to be free about his feelings. Should he be caught or should anyone say anything, he could merely claim that he too had drunk the water.
It meant that he could woo his boyfriend in a way too over the top fashion, a way that he really thought he would enjoy doing. Because he couldn’t help it. Because he was driven to by the water. A great excuse to lavish affection on the one he so deeply missed. And he did miss Shishido. He missed the brunette so deeply. It made him hate his position and his father all the more, blaming him for keeping them apart (even if Father had no idea about their relationship.)
He looked forward to seeing his lover again. Last time had not been nearly enough. It was never enough. He honestly waited for the day that they could be together more often. But for now, this was good enough.
Atobe was adjusting his tie when the other was announced as coming. He had made sure to pull out his nicest outfit. Dressing classy...and a bit sexy...for Shishido. Only when he was sure he was immaculate, he exited his bedroom and crossed over to greet his lover. “Ryou! My darling.” He said that in English. “You came. I’m so pleased. Make yourself comfortable.”
'My darling'? Shishido's face turned red and, of course, he looked grumpier than ever to try and hide it. What Atobe didn't know was the he really liked when he spoke another language, it was a bit of a turn on, but he was yet to find the reason why it affected him that way. That combined with his embarrassment at being called darling was too much.
He took off his jumper and threw it on the sofa, waiting for most of the blush to wear off. "What's wrong with you anyway?" he decided to be as direct as possible and not go into how much he wanted to see the other in fear it would make that bizarre attitude even worse.
The heir walked over to his piano bench and sat, back to the keys at the moment. He looked the other over, once more realizing just how much he missed the other. “Nothing is wrong with me, Ryou. Everything is right! I’ve never felt so right before. And warm. Just seeing you makes me feel like everything is perfect.” He leaned forward to smile warmly at him. “Incidentally, I found this new water. I enjoyed it very much.”
He shifted. “I am glad you decided to come. I almost don’t want to play for you now and just go over there and sit with you instead. I always ache when you aren’t by my side.”
"You're being just as odd as everyone else in school, I hope you know that" he looked over to see his boyfriend all dressed up. He couldn't deny it was kind of cute that he would go through so much trouble to make things perfect, at least, perfect in the blonde's eyes. Shishido didn't care too much about those things, but it make him smile inside because it made Atobe happy, and that he enjoyed a lot.
He hummed a little. “I am? I suppose if I have gone mad, then I have gone mad with love for you.” He intoned softly. “Now...” He reached up and very lightly pulled the knot of his tie to muss up his carefully composed look. Because he knew his lover did like it when he was a little more...approachable. Or at least he thought that was the case. “I promised you a song, didn’t I?” He gracefully slung his feet over the other side of the bench and looked over his shoulder. “I wrote this in my head while looking at a picture of you while slaving for Father in Osaka...”
He was actually a little nervous. He knew he was an amazing pianist. He also knew he was accomplished, but the piano was his outlet for emotions he didn’t allow himself. It was like standing in front of Shishido naked. Which he had already done. He turned back towards the keys and took a breath.
If Atobe was nervous, so was Shishido, for different reasons, but still the same emotion. No one had ever written anything to him, especially not a song. He could feel his heart racing before it even started. They had been together for a while now, and never had his feelings for someone grown so fast in such period of time. It was clear to the brunette that everyday he liked that annoying blonde more and now he couldn't think of himself without him.
Shishido approached the piano but just enough not to invade Atobe's space. He did like watching him play though, to see how his hands and fingers moved over the keys.
The melody started off quite simply. A small sorrow filled feeling that Atobe had felt. Trapped under the iron fist of his father, away from his adored lover with only a picture and the knowledge he was having fun as a balm to soothe him. But it quickly changed, his fingers searching out the next feelings. The deep emotions he felt. Their arguments. Their love making. His love; an emotion that was considered perhaps a great weakness to someone in his position, but there none-the-less. His body swayed a little as he played, keeping time as his fingers moved over the keys, producing the beautiful and soulful song.
By the time the last note played, he was shaking, just slightly from the overwhelming emotions. Things he normally vented out with passionate loud Wagner. He then stilled, fingers still over the keys and waited, eyes still closed.
It was a beautiful scene, to both watch and listen. Despite that hard shell and his sudden outbursts of irrational actions and emotions, the brunette was a gentle and sensitive being. After all, the two of them were born under the same sign and had many things on common, even if they approached them differently.
The song stopped and Shishido was holding back his feelings, as if the second he let it go, it would be like a free fall from the greatest height. That need to show less than they felt was also something both shared. At that moment, he wished he had drunk that stupid water just to have an excuse to be sap and lame. Slowly, he came closer and touched Atobe’s blond strands. He was scared to speak in case stupid things came out through his lips, so instead he kissed Atobe head. A lingering kiss, breathing the scent of his hair.
Silence. He wondered if his feelings had indeed been received. Then he felt the small brush against his hair. He didn’t need accolades. He didn’t need others amazed at him. He had enough of that. That small kiss. That tiny sweet gesture was worth more than all the deep praises he could ever receive in a lifetime. It meant more than all the words in the dictionary.
He smiled to himself, glad he had made the decision to pretend to be affected just to be able to say all he wanted to. Perhaps some day, when they were old, he would tell Shishido the truth behind the water incident. But for now, he would play it up all he wanted. WHich was why he turned to face his boyfriend once more. He reached up and lightly stroke his fingertips down his face in a truly loving manner. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Even though the brunette was trying hard not to show much, his eyes were giving him away. He looked into Atobe’s, his heart oddly racing in his chest. Since when had his feelings for the other grown like that? Sadly, though, he knew, or at least thought, that those words, that song his boyfriend had written was because of the water. Surely, once that effect faded away, Atobe would come to his senses again and realise his feelings were exactly like that. But Shishido was touched by those things already. It would be extremely unfair if he fell in love first.
“It’s …” he paused, leaning very discretely against those fingers, “... very... what’s the word..?” Pretty, romantic, sad and beautiful.
It was easy for him to read people. His insight made it so. But even if he didn’t have Insight, he would have been able to see it. He also knew that the words of love would be hard to say. They were hard for him to say.
He chuckled and dropped his hand and smiled up at the brunette. A part of him wished Shishido had grown his hair back, because it would have been the perfect handle to pull his boyfriend down for a kiss. Instead, he shifted upward to press a smooch to the other’s lips softly. “Shall I get you a dictionary, my love?” He teased.
Shishido’s cheeks warmed up again, just enough to be noticeably pink. “Shut up...” he muttered, eyes looking to the side. But even with his clear embarrassment, he got on his knees to level their height, hands resting firmly on Atobe’s waist before they went around it. He leaned his head on him and closed his eyes. “Stop calling me darling,” he said half-heartedly, the last one spoken in English.
“No?” He murmured playfully, “I can’t call you that? Then how about my love or sweetheart, or even my only” He let the English words flow easily. He loved how Shishido acted and he adored how Shishido leaned on him. His hand moved over the other’s hair and he stroked it fondly. More than fondly. “Or maybe I could just call you Ryou.” Even that seemed easier to him to say his name too.
All those English words. Atobe could speak them so well. Shishido could understand English really well, and even speak, but he sounded very Japanese when he did. Now, Atobe, he sounded as if it was the language he spoke everyday. It was always impressive. “It’s very cheesy, all those words, it’s embarrassing.” He shifted a little to get more comfortable against his boyfriend. “Just Ryou is fine, or I’ll start calling you Kei in front of other people.” Sometimes, just sometimes, the brunette would use that pet name, but only between the two of them.
The English was so very easy for him because he had grown up in England and a great many other places where English was a required language. He wondered what Shishido would do if he went to one of his other many numerous languages. Perhaps German or the more cliche French. But instead, he decided that he’d had enough linguistics for the day. He could easily use Japanese to shower sweet words upon the brunette. “Kei...In public?” A part of him didn’t want that. He wanted that to be just his. That sweet endearment that only he heard. But he didn’t want to not be able to use such silly endearments while he had an opportunity to do so.
He slightly pouted and he continued to pet over his lover. “I suppose I can try to contain my deep feelings for you and not call you as such in public. However, right now...we are not in public.” He smirked just a little. “So I can call you so as often as I wish.”
They weren’t in public, that was true, but Shishido never asked him not to call his those in public only. It was embarrassing either way, just because his face would tint red and his heart would skip a beat, especially when Atobe said it out of the blue, and not in a mock tone. Talking about relationships wasn’t his forte, actually, he disliked it a lot. However, that didn’t mean he never thought about it. On the contrary, he was always wondering about the two of them, and how their arguments never seemed to damage what he felt towards his boyfriend, how the annoying quirks he had become cuter and cuter with time, and so many other things... so much time spent wondering about Atobe, when they would see each other, if he was well, healthy... sleeping, eating. Shishido began to notice the difference between what he felt for Choutarou and how he was feeling about the blonde. It seemed that between him and his boyfriend, everything was more intense, more extreme, more passionate.
“What deep feelings are those?” He pulled back, enough to look him in the eye.
He hummed softly, letting himself get lost in Shishido’s eyes. A part of him wanted to tease and pretend he hadn’t heard the question, but he doubted that whatever he was pretending to be affected by would allow him to do such a thing. Being utterly truthful would be the best way to go. Especially since he had already realized it. He had come to the startling conclusion while he had been on his sham of a spring break. He had finally laid down for some sleep and it had hit him. He had fallen in love. It had been an utterly terrifying realization. But the more that he thought about it, the more he came to terms with it.
“My love for you.” He whispered. “My deep, undying love for you.”
Those words and the way they were told. It didn’t seem like the blonde was joking. He was staring into Shishido’s eyes, honest and real. At that moment, he wished the water made people speak with their true heart and not just let out a bunch of romantic crap they wouldn’t otherwise. But even then, deep in his heart, Shishido felt something that he couldn’t explain.
“Don’t just say stuff like that, Keigo...” he touched his boyfriend’s pale skin, whispering back, “...don’t mess me up.”
He wasn’t joking. Even if the rest was a bald faced lie, he’d never joke or lie about that. Because he heard it so little...and yet also so often. His adoring stalkers and fans were always declaring their love for him. His family...he doubted that word was even in the Atobe patriarch or matriarch’s vocabulary. He personally never used it as a rule. Too easy a word to be twisted and misinterpreted. It was a special and powerful word. And he finally got to use it on the one person who deserved to hear it from him. So when the other protested, Atobe just leaned into his touch slightly and murmured back. “When have I ever just said something that important? If you don’t want to hear it, then ignore me, but I won’t stop saying it to you until you believe it’s true as I feel it is.” He didn’t know how long this farce would last, so he wanted to make sure he got all of his feelings out there in the open before his window closed.
If course he wanted to hear it, it was all over his face that he did. At the same time, though, it was scary because he would have to admit to himself that he also felt the same. They hadn't been together for that long, how did that happen? Maybe it had always been there, lurking, disguised as other feelings. "I’m not going to ignore it!" he protested straight away. "I just..." he just didn't want to get hurt.
He sort of understood. He could see the other’s face. He could read the look of the other. It made him want to stand and kiss his lover softly. “I’m glad.” He murmured and did just that. Lightly pressing his lips against Shishido’s. “That you aren’t going to ignore it.” He hoped that the other boy would forgive him for this all when the week was over and he had to go back to being himself. “Because Ore-sama wants to take you out tomorrow night. You and me at a nice romantic restaurant.” A cheesy, overly romantic date.
That light kiss was just as powerful as the hungry desperate ones they shared. It was filled with feelings, different type of feelings. The brunette couldn’t believe all that was due to some drug in the water, he didn’t want to. Deep down, he wanted Atobe to love him, that he was saying was true, and nothing but. Maybe because being loved made him feel good, something he had never realised before. Or even, because he, himself, was in love too. There was even the possibility of both being correct.
He sighed, a little shaken as he held back his emotions. “I don’t want to ignore,” he whispered, “and you won’t take no for an answer to that either, I know that much,” if he knew anything, he knew that Atobe had his way, almost all the time.
He would indeed not take no. He was glad that Shishido seemed to be slightly receptive to his feelings. He just wished that he could always express them like this. He didn’t know just how long this would last. He didn’t want his lover to call his bluff and get angry at him. Even if it was true. The more times he said it, the more he realized it was indeed the truth. He did love Ryou. Deeply.
Standing, he snatched the other’s hand. In English once more, he stated, “Shall we dance, my love?” It was a good test to see just how far he could push this.
“Dance?!” Shishido blushed surprised. He didn't dance. Dancing was for wusses, or posh people like Atobe. But his hand was taken and when he noticed there he was, ready for it. "Keigo, I can't dance," he added , looking at his boyfriend with a frown to hide his embarrassment.
His lover was adorable. Keigo decided that right then and there. Ryou was absolutely the most fetching of creatures when he was blushing and embarrassed like that. Even more cute was the fact that regardless of how much he protested, he was still standing there, ready to fold to Atobe’s strange whims. It made him smile quite broadly. A strange feeling as he didn’t smile like that around anyone else. “Oh...you can’t? I suppose I can’t fault you for that too badly. But I will consider it my greatest pleasure to teach you how.” He purred.
A hand slid behind the brunette and the other changed positioning on the other hand. He wouldn’t be too complex. “A waltz, my love. Is quite simple. You can count to three. It’s just one, two, three. One two three.” He counted, lightly stepping. “And you just follow where I lead.” It should be easy, following. Atobe was a great leader, in tennis, in school and in the dance.
He didn’t mean to be adorable or cute, or even blush and look embarrassed, but it was so easy to get him that way. It wasn’t just Atobe who could get him to blush, but it was only he who could get his heart to beat that fast. The only one who would ever be able to dance with him like that. He hated it, but he loved being so close to his boyfriend, holding hands, doing something, anything, together. They would always be struggling to find time together, it seemed, so the brunette would take any time he could with Atobe and enjoy it, one way or another.
“Don’t call me that...” Shishido muttered before looking down at their feet. Great excuse to hide his face. It wasn’t hard, but he kept missing the pace.
He wondered if he could conive his way to getting his lover to agree to actual dance lessons. However, he didn’t want to push his uncouth love. He honestly didn’t mind that the bruenette wasn’t drilled from standing with what was supposed to be classy. He liked that he didn’t have to be an heir...he could just be himself for a moment.
“Ryou...if you’re having problems, think of it like doubles.” Though he knew Shishido would never have a better doubles partner than Ootori, and while Atobe himself had always always prefered singles (even when forced to play doubles), he thought it was the best way for the other to gain just a bit of confidence, even if he knew that he would be slowing to a small circle and then stop all together to just rest his cheek against his beloved and sigh happily.
When the dance slowed down and Atobe rested his cheek against his, Shishido let his hand slide from the others and trail along his arm to rest on the back of his neck. "Are you tired?" he said quietly and gently. Shishido was rude and crude, but at times like this, his soft side would always come out of hiding. It pained him to see Atobe exhausted from work and school, and he would often call him stupid. In reality, though, it was his way of showing he was worried. "I know you drank that crappy water and all, but instead of being all lame like this you should be resting," but that didn't stop the brunette from holding his close.
Honestly, Atobe was always tired. He was sure that Shishido knew just how badly in need of a full night’s sleep he was. He was also sure the other was aware that his desk saw more of him than his bed did when he passed out. But Atobe also knew that his lover worried over him and that his work life was a great bone of contention. No sane person worked the way he did. And no one his age should ever have the sort of pressure and schedule he held. He was unsure what the water was supposed to do, so he opted for truth, because a man deeply in love would never lie to his partner; even to protect him from the truth. “Always tired. But...it’s rather lonely. I know it’s probably too much to ask, but stay with me tonight.” And faking it or not, Keigo knew for a fact that he slept much better when the brunette shared a bed with him, even if all they did was sleep.
Of course the answer would be yes. It was also obvious that the brunette would try to make it seem like an effort even though it there was nothing at that time he would want more than hold his boyfriend to sleep. He sighed as he buried a hand into Atobe's hair. "I have to study you know? You said just to come and listen to the song. I don't even have my toothbrush." he tugged on the others hair, "do you have a spare one?" And probably indicated that he would be staying.
He sighed and made a small perturbed sound at the hair tugging. “I know you do.” He frowned. He shouldn’t have asked. He should let Shishido go back to his dorm. Go back and study. School was important. He had dreams. He was going to become an amazing volcanologist. But fake water or not, the truth was, Atobe did sleep better with him there. Maybe because Shishido made sure he did sleep. “I think I might just have a spare one. I hope you don’t mind solid gold plating.” He was teasing of course. Not even the great Atobe Keigo had a golden toothbrush. “I’ll even loan you some pajamas.” Though if his lover seriously wanted to go back, he would have a car called.
The brunette chuckled. Atobe could be so funny sometimes. Shishido realised with time, and now that they were dating, that Atobe wasn’t always serious about the things he said. Perhaps, even back in junior high, he was making fun of how rich he was. There was something about him that was different from most Hyoutei rich kids. Most were spoiled brats, kids who mom and dad were so proud of it was sickening. Atobe, however, was spoiled with things, not with affection. He can’t remember the blonde ever saying anything about his father being proud of him. There were only criticism and demands. In a way, Shishido was more spoiled than him. He knew love Atobe lacked. It made him sad to know it. He wanted to help him, to save him.
“Pajamas?” the brunette pulled back and stared into his boyfriend’s eyes. Damn, he was handsome, tired or not. He was so handsome that Shishido was pissed off at times. Yes, they were dating, but with that face Shishido had to be extra careful and he hated to feel jealous. “What’s wrong with underwear?”
He hummed a moment and considered his options. Normal Atobe would have a fit, because of his prudish nature. The very idea of sleeping in just underpants without certain activities happening first was simply unthinkable. But he was Atobe under the influence. He could let it go just for right now. “Since it’s you...” He murmured. “Nothing at all. Nothing is wrong with just that, or even less.” He smiled more. “Though I’ll probably pass out the minute I lay down, I’m afraid.” Because willpower was all that was keeping him upright.
Nothing it was then. Why couldn't Shishido take advantage of that water business as well? If Atobe was okay with him sleeping naked, then he would. The brunette was a sexual being, and he knew Atobe was too when he wasn't dead tired. Perhaps, in the morning, when he woke up to see Shishido's nude body sprawled on his bed he wouldn't resist.
"Hey,.." he turned his head and kissed his boyfriend's temple, breathing warningly against it. "You can sleep naked too," he whispered, "I'd give you a blowjob if you did." He was crude, yes, but he meant it with all his crude heart. Besides, who in their right mind would say no to that?
It was so hard for him not to immediately and with a great deal of prudish modesty, berate his lover for such a bold statement. Even if he was far from pure, Atobe didn’t talk about such things. Gentlemen didn’t speak of sex. It was just something that happened. He didn’t manage enough calm to keep the pink from his cheeks nor the small caugh. “Ryou....you can be so very tempting. And I like that. I like how tempting you can be. Naked it is. I’ll have the thermostat raised so that we can both lay in our birthday attire more comfortably.” That said, he pulled reluctantly away from his lover to adjust that temperature, using the remote that the entire penthouse was wired to.
Compliments. Between the two of them, those weren’t openly exchange with frequency. It didn’t mean they saw no qualities in each other, they did, but pride and pure stubbornness always seemed to win over. The good thing was, compliments became special, even if they had a physical connotation.
Shishido smiled when Atobe pulled back with his cheeks still showing some of that pink tone. It took him a moment or two to realise that his boyfriend’s embarrassment was due to his blunt offer, but when it did hit him, a grin curled on his lips. If Shishido could be tempting, then Atobe could be unbelievably cute. If only he had the guts to say that. It was a lot easier to tell him he would give him a blowjob than calling him cute.
“Is this because I said blowjob?” he poked Atobe’s cheek teasingly. “I’d say you’re a prude, Keigo, if you hadn’t agreed.”
He paused at the remote and muttered, “I’m hardly a prude...” But it was a lie. He knew that he was, but he’d kept denying it. “I’m a gentleman. Gentlemen don’t use that sort of language.” He paused and looked back over his shoulder. “But I love you even if you are uncouth. That’s what’s so attractive about you.” He finished clicking the buttons and the lights dimmed down to mood lighting and the temperature rose just a little. “Now my love, come along.”
Shishido couldn't understand why Atobe thought that to be attractive. Maybe because Shishido didn't hold himself back around him, he never tried to please him other than for the fact he liked him. That could be the reason. Atobe, even if he liked to think himself a gentleman and that he did have some prudish morals, he usually forgot all of that in bed. Besides, the first time they had done anything sexual, Atobe proved himself to be quite immoral and liberated. It had been a good surprise.
The 'I love you' made him blush a little himself, again. He wanted to be able to say the same, but he would have to wait. Maybe when Atobe was himself again, when it didn't seem like Shishido was just saying for the sake of it. He came closer, letting his boyfriend lead.
"I'm just being clear of my intentions, that can't be bad can it?" for other people maybe, but they were Japanese, being too clear wasn't a common thing.
His bed was in sight and Atobe started to undo his shirt. He had worked so hard to look good and it was far too easy to ruin the effort for Shishido. He could already feel his exhaustion catching up. Just being near his bed reminded him of how little sleep he had been getting as of late. He didn’t want Shishido to know though. He didn’t want him to worry more. Not when things were going so well. “Only in certain circles.” He admitted. In the circles he usually traveled, it was always a game to say only what one needed to say to get ahead.
Shirt off, he made the mistake of sitting down, the weight of his body sinking into the feather mattress. The second he did, he had to hide his yawn.
“Is this circle it isn’t,” the brunette said, watching his boyfriend undo his shirt. He could have done it for him, but somehow, Atobe seemed keen on getting things over with. The bed was pulling his boyfriend towards it. Atobe didn’t have to say a word, it was so obvious he had been sleeping less than he should. Less than anyone should. So young, so handsome and yet constantly tired and overworked. Shishido wanted to help him, to stop and protect him from all this harm the blond was inflicting on himself. “I could have done this for you,” he picked up the shirt and put it aside, standing right in front of his yawning lovers. He buried his fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp as he brushed the blond strands back. “Idiot... you’re so tired.”
His eyelid threatened to drag shut. Honestly, Shishido was one of the two people in this world who got to see him in such a state. So completely unguarded. He wondered when it was that his lover had managed to break through all his walls like that. To allow himself to appear and act as tired as he was around him was simple proof beyond doubt that Atobe trusted and cared for the brunette. No one else ever saw such a display of weakness from him.
“I know you could have,” he murmured and then frowned and reached up with his free hand to catch at the other’s shirt. Much like the very first time he had passed out with Shishido. He clutched whatever he could get his hands on for unconscious fear the other would leave the minute he was asleep. “And I am not tired. I’m merely equalizing the pressure...” Or whatever it was that yawning was supposed to do. “I can hardly be tired when I’ve only had 5 conferences.” He opened his eye again. “I can hardly be sleepy with you around. You’re better than a cup of coffee.” One of those fine ones you had to grind yourself that had a bit of flavor and attitude to them.
A smile formed on Shishido’s lips. Damn it, he was cute too! All tired and sleepy, trying to make excuses or lies. The brunette could see right through him. The hand slid down to the back of Atobe’s neck and there it stayed, fingers gently stroking his skin. “Keigo, you are so tired that even if you injected caffeine straight into your body you would still fall asleep on me the moment we decide to lay on this bed.”
He remembered that day too. They weren’t even dating back then and Atobe grabbed his top, falling asleep straight away. It was amusing and cute, and at the time, a little frustrating to think such things about him. Now, it wasn’t so bad. They were dating, they had been for a while, and Shishido wasn’t that ashamed or frustrated to show he cared. He was almost reaching a that stage where he could openly tell his boyfriend how he felt. “There’s only this right now,” he meant them and that moment, “so, no conference, no coffee. Just me putting you to bed and helping you relax. “
His lover was truly too good to him. It made him feel deeply guilty that he had to hide it. That he had to tiptoe around and treat Shishido like a dirty secret. It was wrong. But it was what he had to do right now. He knew the other knew that but he still felt terrible about it. Or maybe it was just because he was so tired that he was thinking so negatively. But the way the other treated him, was so caring and kind to him that he wanted to do better for him. Saying he loved him was all he could do right now. But Shishido was right, he couldn’t dwell. There was only them right now.
“Then,” he shifted to steal a small kiss, “Come to bed, ahn?”
Shishido reached of that hand that grabbed his top and pulled it away before slipping the top off over his head. He did say naked, so he was going to strip everything off before joining Atobe in bed. The hand, he put in back over his stomach and began to undo his jeans. “I’ll do yours in a bit,” he said, planning on stripping Atobe a lot slower than he was doing himself. Judging by his boyfriend’s behaviour, it was certain that he wouldn’t get any sex or any foreplay that night, but that didn’t bother his much. He did like hearing Atobe moan, the look of his face when he was being pleasured, all because of him. It was pleasurable to Shishido himself as well.
He dropped his jeans and his underwear, removing his socks too, and leaned over him so Atobe would rest down on the bed. “Your turn.”
He watched with sharp but tired eyes. He had to admit, his lover was a sight to behold. Shishido was glorious. He always had the best taste in everything. Food, clothing...lovers. This one especially and the one he was never going to move from. Shishido was stuck with him. Atobe had already decided that. Even if they never lived together and only saw each other when they both had time, he wasn’t going anywhere.
The feast for his eyes moved towards him and Keigo leaned back and purred a little. Or he thought that he did. It might have been a mix of that and a groan of frustration tiredness. If he wasn’t so tired...He would have reached up and pulled the other down and rolls them to have his way. He didn’t have that energy today. “All right. But do be quick about it. I don’t want you cold. I want you in here with me, warmed up.”
If Atobe thought he was just going to sleep, he was mistaken. Shishido raised an eyebrow to show that he wasn’t just going to conform with that. But he did reached down fairly quick and fiddled with the button of his boyfriend’s trousers. He knew that, if Atobe had any energy left in him, the situation, the way it was settling, wouldn’t have lasted long. The blond could be quite domineering in many aspects of his life, and in sex was almost like that too. Shishido was going to take advantage of his tired state.
“Don’t rush me, Keigo,” he complained, pressing his lips on the curve of Atobe’s neck, kissing and nipping gently as his hand worked the trousers off.
He groaned a little. He didn’t mind it at all when Shishido was being so demanding. He wanted to give in to those demands. He was sure he could easily do so. He could relinquish whatever control he had left to the other man and let him have his way. But Keigo couldn’t just do that. Even in this state, it was hard for him to give up his control to anyone. Which was why he was going to keep being demanding in his own way. “Who says I’m rushing. I just want you here with me.” He stated, fingertips already moving to tangle into the other’s hair. Tangle, as if to keep giving himself the illusion he still had control.
Shishido didn’t mind that. In reality, too much control freaked him out. He lived being free and hated following orders, but in the end, he liked knowing he wasn’t making all decisions by himself. He liked having support, something or someone to lean on, to depend on. The hand on his hair was reassuring. His own hand slid inside Atobe’s trousers, tugging it down together with his underwear. The kisses trailed down the neck towards his collarbone. “Uhm...” he sounded quietly, “you smell so nice,” he muttered, cheeks going a little red for giving such a cheesy compliment. He hadn’t realised it was slipping through his lips before it was too late.
He chuckled and moaned a little more. The complement was not what he was expecting. He didn’t know if he should be amused or embarrassed by such a statement. He chose a little bit of both. His fingertips moving more, tugging just slightly. He didn’t bother to try and comment on it, focused instead of those lips and the fight to stay awake. One that was getting a little easier to fight as his brunette moved his way down. Lifting his hips a little, he felt himself be completely unclothed. He chuckled some more and wondered if he was allowed to guide his lover where he wanted him. Or of that would be considered rushing him.
The chuckled made Shishido blush even darker. Good thing his head was still hiding against the other’s body and couldn’t be seen. He didn’t mean to say such corny thing, but Atobe always had an amazing scent. It didn’t matter what time the day it was, he always smelt so good. He continued to kiss down his body as if nothing had happened, moving to his chest as his hand slid along Atobe’s, now naked, inner thigh. Over the past few months, he had learned that his boyfriend had quite sensitive nipples, so that’s where he decided to focus one. He wanted his hand by the time he got down there, but he didn’t want to spoil it with his hand, so instead, he tried flicking his tongue over a nipple.
If Atobe tried to guide him, the brunette would follow. After all, he wanted Atobe to get was he wanted to get that night, he decided that when he saw that blush earlier when he mentioned a blowjob.
He might not have seen it, but he felt the warmth of the blush against his skin. He loved it when he could get the other to do that just because he knew his lover’s pride. He could just hear the other complain about being lame. But he didn’t mind lame. Not when lame made him moan and gasp. A definite gasp when the tongue touched one of his most sensitive spots. He uttered a not so quiet “Oh.” It wasn’t fair that the other could get him to lose such control over something that small and he couldn’t attack an ear in response. “Yes....” He shifted up a little, wishing for the other to touch him more. He said as such. A demanding order. “More. Now.....please...” It was the only time Atobe would ever utter the word please.
The hand stopped at the crotch and there it stayed, teasing by not touching between the legs. Shishido was going to get there, with time, now he would give more of what he was doing. Atobe’s request made his whole body warm. That begging, so uncommon, so rare that Shishido couldn’t but react to it. He sucked gently on that nipple, then pulled back, blowing cool on it as a contrast to the warmth of his mouth. He did the same a couple of times more, warming it up than blowing at it before he pulled back and looked down at his lover. “You’re so weak,” he smirked, teasing, and pressed a peck on his lips. The other nipple needed some attention too, so Shishido readily moved towards it.
He narrowed his eyes, or tried to. His baleful glare wasn’t half as icy as it could have been had he more energy. The ice king of Hyoutei could freeze a man in his tracks with one hard cold stare. But right now, turned on, he couldn’t manage it as strongly as he should. Still, he didn’t like being called weak. He wasn’t weak. He was Atobe Keigo. He was strong. He had to be strong. If he wasn’t, he would crumble under the pressure of everything. “S....shut up.” He moaned, tugging just a little harder to punish him for those words even as he tried to press himself against that hand.
“And stop teasing.” He demanded. Though honestly, the teasing kept him awake and he did so enjoy it.
The brunette knew the other wasn’t weak, but he was weakened under him at that moment. He couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t bad being weak to the one you love, Shishido thought but said nothing. He would be weak with Atobe whenever, he didn’t mind. He wanted Atobe to be that free too. To show he was right, he pulled his nipple between his teeth, gently, and flicked the tip on his tongue as he did.
He felt Atobe pressing against the hand, which made him feel mildly bad for teasing a tired man like that. “Uhm...” he moaned some, allowing some of his brush very lightly over his balls.
He could deny it, loudly and proudly. He could deny it until he was out of breath. He was good at that. But it wouldn’t change the fact that Shishido was right. He was indeed growing weaker. Demands turning into pleas. “Damnit...touch me.” Even cursing when he looked down on that so much. Because he wanted this. Needed it just as much as he needed sleep. Sleep he’d not get with his body hard and aching for his lover the way it was. “Ryou...I want you to to...ah!!” His chest arched at the pull and his legs spread a little with the touch. Ryou wasn’t playing fair at all. Perhaps this was karma for his game earlier. For using an ingested drug as an excuse to declare his love. “My love...I need more of you.” He finally managed through his moaning.
Shishido wanted to give him more, he wanted from the beginning, and he wasn’t even sure why he was teasing so much. Maybe just because he could, because, right then, he could take advantage of his boyfriend and nothing would happen to him. But that was enough. He teased him as far as he could do it himself. After all, Shishido was also naked and his hormones were just as active as any other 19 year old.
The brunette pulled back, placing himself between the other’s legs, but before he got down to business he stared at his boyfriend. Handsome and sexy, sprawled out on that comfortable bed. He ran his hands firmly down Atobe’s body. “You look really hot like that...” he blushed a little and leaned down, holding the other’s arousal around the base and licking at the head. He would do it, he would do anything Atobe wanted him to do.
He tried to glare imperially at the other sitting between his legs. It didn’t work. The only look he managed was horny and tired...and right now, horny was winning out. “I always look hot.” He moaned, in anticipation of the other man’s mouth upon him. A moan that got louder when the tongue touched his hardness. “Yes...” He groaned and tried hard not to just buck. He had more control than th...his hips jerked. He didn’t have any control at all.
The other’s lips curved slightly. Atobe seemed really eager, despite his tiredness, but he didn’t mind, if anything, Shishido liked it. He liked that his boyfriend wanted more, that he was loud and desperate. It was Shishido who was causing all that, making that pompous and mildly uptight man, lose control.
As slow as he could manage, the brunette took him deeper into his mouth, sucking hungry while his hand held firmly, the other stroked his thigh, something dropping to the crotch. He was enjoying himself, his eyes sometimes staring over the blonde, feasting on those sounds and faces he was giving him.
He was not whimpering...he wasn’t. But there were small sounds coming from him all the same. It felt too good. It always felt good. So much better than anyone else until he no longer bothered to compare. Shishido was the best and he was positive it was because he adored the other. Adored him enough that he wished he had the energy to turn the tables. He hated the idea that he would pass out and leave his lover unsatisfied. He didn’t want to be that sort of bastard. “Ryou.” He moaned. “What about you?”
Of course the brunette wanted his too. After all, he was aroused and there was no way he could just fell asleep with a boner next to a naked Atobe. But he knew his boyfriend was spent and having him do anything would be selfish. It was Shishido who initiated this, who couldn't suddenly demand something back. "I'll just jerk off," he answered as he pulled the blonde off his mouth, crude as ever, "You return it when you aren't passing out."
“Classy.” He managed to murmur at the announcement of just how his lover was going to take care of certain problems once Atobe was incapacitated by afterglow and exhaustion. “Utterly classy.” However, there was no bite to the words. No sting. They were almost playful, tinted with the sound of barely repressed moans and the tingling need for the brunette to return to what he had been doing before.
He tugged just lightly on the other’s hair. “Of course I’ll return it, tenfold. I’m not a man who likes a debt.” Though really, he would enjoy returning it, debt or no. “Especially when repaying it will be so enjoyable. Doing so with the one I love.” His fingertips dipped a little and lightly stroked over the lobe of Shishido’s ear.
There it was, that word again. 'Love' Atobe insisted. It was nice to hear it, Shishido thought it would always be nice no matter how many times it was spoken. But at the same time it was embarrassing. Deep feelings like that always were, at least for the brunette. His cheeks went a little red, and to think that just a moment ago Atobe's calling his classy made him snort and smirk. Such a big change. Without words to express, he took his boyfriend into his mouth again, sucking him harder, faster. To hear Atobe moan under him was another thing he doubted he would ever be tired of.
He didn’t expect Shishido to answer. Perhaps one day, he might get those words back, but he didn’t think he’d get them for a while. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any words at all. Because at the moment the mouth returned to it’s former place, he didn’t think he’d have been able to understand anything at all. His brain shut back down into simply reveling in the pleasure that the other man was giving him.
“Ahhh.” He groaned, hips once more moving just slightly to the rhythm the other had set, aware that any faster and he’d not be able to hold on.
He didn't want Atobe to hold back. If he came, Shishido was ready, but he couldn't deny that those sounds were amazing to hear. They turned him on so badly Shishido slid a hand down between his own legs to wrap his fingers around his arousal. Slowly he stroke himself, but soon his jerking caught up with the pace his mouth had taken. He was going to wank anyway, might as well do it while Atobe sounds to lost and so good.
"Mmh" he moaned around his boyfriend, changing the pace constantly to make it more exciting and unpredictable.
The man gasped more. He bucked and groaned more as the other played with him. He could barely keep up anymore. It was embarrassing that he couldn’t. He’d have to repay the man later with his own brand of teasing and loving. But for now, he could only respond. And not just respond. “I...I’m going to...” He warned softly, and tugged on the other’s hair a little more.
He didn't do it often, actually, never had he done it before Atobe. Shishido pulled back a little bit, lips still brushing on the head. "It's okay," he said in a quiet tone , telling his boyfriend he could come, that he was ready for it as well. He enjoyed Atobe's taste, and how his cock would throb in his mouth when he came... It was only for him though. Many times Shishido had sucked someone off, but he would never stay there once they were about to release. The blond was special, he did love him after all.
He knew he could, but he was a gentleman. He did want to at least warn the other. But that was the only warning Shishido would get. A moment later and a few feverish thrusts into that wonderful, magical mouth and Atobe felt himself come completely undone. He cried out as he came, arching hard and gripping the other as if he was afraid that he’s break in half if he didn’t. In a dim part of his mind, he knew he should have lasted longer, but he also knew he never would have because he had been without, too busy for even his hand.
The blond shuddered and finally slumped, making a conscious effort to slump forward, towards Shishido rather than away. A superhuman effort because backwards was bed and the exhaustion that was already creeping back in, spurred on by his release.
If Atobe came without warning that would be a little surprising, but they had been having sex for a while, Shishido had learn how to read his boyfriend quite well. He knew where to kiss, how to touch, where lick, how hard to bite, etc. Of course, there was so much more to learn... after all, Atobe could be unpredictable at times. It was fun though, getting to know him that well, slowly.
He licked and sucked until his boyfriend was spent, leaning over him all wear and tired, but satisfied and relaxed he hoped. Then he kissed and nipped his inner thigh before nuzzling into his stomach. He muttered something inaudible against it.
He was indeed very relaxed and very satisfied. He sighed and wrapped arms around the man’s shoulders. He could barely keep his eyes open now but there was no way in hell he was going to sleep without some sort of sleep cloths. But he didn’t want to move. He honestly couldn’t move. “Ryou...come up here with me?” he asked, softly.
It was nice, just being there, attached to his boyfriend like he would vanish if he let go. It felt like that sometimes, when Atobe had to go to meeting and they didn't see each other. Since Shishido began his proper course, he stopped seeing Atobe in maths classes so they so rarely spent time together at university.
He did let go though, before the blond fell asleep on him, and kissed his way up his chest then neck, cheeks and lips, pushing Atobe down on the bed.
He reveled in the small feeling, letting himself be pushed back. Reaching up, he wrapped arms about his lover again. He was not letting go. He needed to feel the other there, securely in his arms. The warm reality of having Shishido, of keeping him close, so that he couldn’t go back to his dorm, that was all that Atobe needed. He could never say he missed his lover, but it was actions like that, that said more than his words ever could. Even declarations of ardent love. “You had better still be here come morning.” He demanded, voice already drifting off as his eyes slid closed.
The first time they literally slept together, before it ever crossed their minds that they were going to date, Atobe grabbed Shishido's shirt as if he was a comfort blanket. At the time, Atobe didn't realize, he was so tired. But it became their normal thing. The grabbing, the holding, the cuddling. It was his boyfriend's only way to sleep soundly. To the brunette, it was as if he was protecting Atobe's sleep, so he enjoyed it too.
"As if I was going anywhere" he stated, rolling beside him and pulling the sheets up, "you owe me, I'll charge you in the morning."
He couldn’t really reply to that. Already, he was breathing a little deeper. He didn’t fight the sleep. He needed it. And he needed Shishido there to help him do so. He murmured a little, in his sleep. It was a small comfortable mumble. The words those words he had been saying all evening. “Love you.” He sighed and calmed, lulled into a deeper sleep.
Shishido watched him, his cheeks warming up at those words again. “Keigo....” he called, and once he had no reply, once his boyfriend was obviously asleep, he leaned closer and whispered. “Love you too.”