FIC: slow & steady (Atobe/Oshitari, NC-17)
Title: slow & steady
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5000
Summary: In which Atobe is frustrated, Yuushi is intemerate, and Hiyoshi just wants everyone to shut up.
A/N: Written for meganebucks's weekly challenge #2. This week's theme: turtles. Thank you to jazzy_peaches for putting up with my 1AM wibbling. XD ♥
'Not fast enough! Ten more laps, the lot of you!'
'Uh oh,' Gakuto chirped, looking quite pleased with himself. 'Buchou's in a Mood again.'
'Shut up and run faster,' Hiyoshi hissed out of the corner of his mouth, and then muttered something vaguely gekokujou-like under his breath.
Shishido made a face that made him look like he was dying. Or constipated. 'I could really have done without the knowledge that Atobe gets in that mood because he's not getting any. You really had to bring that up, didn't you, Jirou?'
Jirou beamed, patting Ootori on the back when he came out with an admonishing Shishido-san! 'My pleasure!' he said cheerfully. 'Besides, isn't it always good to know why someone is upset? It's easier to fix that way.'
'No,' Shishido replied immediately, starting to turn green. 'I will have nothing to do with the fixing.'
'Me either,' Gakuto said, grimacing. 'He's not my type.'
'What's your type, Gakuto?' Jirou asked curiously.
'The type without a dick.'
'Shut up,' Hiyoshi insisted at the same time that Ootori said, 'Mukahi-san, language!' and Shishido rolled his eyes so hard that they were sure to fall out of his head.
'But really,' Gakuto went on, ignoring both of the underclassmen. 'Someone needs to do something about it, and soon. My legs are gonna fall off otherwise.'
'I don't see you volunteering,' Shishido grumbled, starting an argument with Gakuto that had Hiyoshi rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath and Ootori trying to stop them while Jirou looked on in sunny cheerfulness. Yuushi, on the other hand, had yet to say a word, and he wasn't going to either, and not just because opening his mouth would have them volunteering him in an instant. It was, after all, the opinion of the entire tennis club, plus most of the rest of the school, that Yuushi was...how had they put it? A walking sex machine. He was the subject of quite a lot of lewd teasing, which he accepted good-naturedly, because really, what boy didn't want a nickname like that? But there was something about him that very few people knew, and he rather wanted to keep it that way.
And it was that something that--
'Faster! Ore-sama will not tolerate sloth!'
--had Atobe pushing them all so damn hard.
Yuushi had never had sex.
In fact, Yuushi had never had any sort of sexual contact at all. He'd touched himself, of course - what boy hadn't? - but when it came to his involvement with anyone else, kissing was about as far as he was willing to go. He wasn't a prude or anything, and he certainly didn't have that whole idea of waiting until marriage or any of that crap, but he was well read enough to know far too well the perils of involving oneself in an intimate physical relationship before the emotional closeness had developed. And he didn't want to be in a relationship that was All Sex, All The Time, because at the age they were at, it was so easy to become entirely focussed on that and miss the point of being in a relationship entirely.
And though Atobe-buchou was possessed of brilliant insight, Keigo did not seem to understand that when Yuushi said no, he meant no, and he wasn't just being a tease. It was like Keigo could hear what he was saying, but it wasn't parsing, because it kept running up against Keigo's stone-set knowledge that they were teenage boys, and teenage boys should want All Sex, All The Time. Which Yuushi did, to an extent. But he didn't want that to be all it was, and Keigo was always so busy trying to get into his pants that none of the other stuff Yuushi wanted ever seemed to happen. So they were at an impasse. Of course, if Keigo had really been as angry as he seemed, he wouldn't even have been bothering with Yuushi anymore; it wasn't like he had a shortage of people who would drop trou for him at a moment's notice. So it wasn't anger. Nor was it irritation at being thwarted, because even though it must have been frustrating for someone who always got what he wanted to be losing this battle, Yuushi was fairly certain that's why Keigo was sticking it out. (He had a very odd sense of fun.) And it definitely wasn't just that he wanted tail, since he could have found that anywhere, which was the reason Yuushi was sticking it out. But it was undeniable that, regardless of whether he was angry, Keigo was most definitely frustrated.
And he very much enjoyed taking it out on his teammates.
So yes, Yuushi did feel somewhat guilty that he wasn't putting out, but not enough to give in. So he kept his mouth shut and kept running, and hoped nobody figured it out anytime soon.
+
'I cannot feel my feet anymore,' Shishido groaned, flopping down onto the bench.
'No kidding,' Gakuto agreed between wheezing gasps for air. Hiyoshi grunted an affirmative, already stripping out of his clothes, and Ootori was about to say something as well when Jirou promptly flopped down half on top of him and fell asleep.
'Er, Kabaji-kun?' Ootori said meekly, and gave a grateful smile as Kabaji walked over and removed Jirou from Ootori's lap, setting him back down on the bench.
'I swear,' Shishido grumbled, 'this is getting ridiculous. That's the third time this week. Atobe's girlfriend must be a real--'
'Shishido-san!,' Ootori interrupted, and Shishido shot him a glare before relenting, obviously too tired to argue.
Gakuto finally managed to sit up straight. 'Whoever she is, she needs to get it together and fast,' he panted. 'Or else he needs to find himself a new girl. Does anyone even know who he's seeing? Maybe she just needs a bit of convincing....'
'Because that's a good idea,' Hiyoshi muttered.
'What did you say, kid?' Gakuto snapped, and another argument might very well have broken out had Atobe not chosen that moment to step into the changing room, fixing them each in turn with a piercing gaze. Everyone shut up immediately, and Atobe sniffed, turning his attention to his own undressing.
'I am outta here,' Shishido said after a moment of tension-thick silence. 'I'll shower at home. You coming, Choutarou?'
Ootori, who had his shirt half off, hurriedly tugged it back on, fixing his necklace and picking up his bag. 'Yes, Shishido-san!' he said, obviously as eager to get out of there as Shishido was.
'That's not a half-bad idea,' Gakuto said, and pushed himself up off the floor, beginning to rummage in his locker. Hiyoshi was already in the shower, but he was out again by the time Gakuto had finished collecting his things (that boy was seriously the fastest shower-taker in existence), and he left not too long afterward, still grumbling to himself under his breath.
Atobe didn't even look up. 'Kabaji,' he said. 'Take Jirou home.'
'Yup,' Kabaji said, and picked up the sleeping boy, draping him over one shoulder and shuffling out of the room, leaving Atobe and Yuushi alone.
Atobe finally turned around.
'I hope you're pleased with yourself,' he said, fixing Yuushi with a Look.
Yuushi looked right back at him, unfazed. 'You know I'm not doing this for my own amusement, Keigo.'
Keigo snorted. 'I find that hard to believe.'
'You do believe it,' Yuushi said patiently. 'Otherwise we wouldn't still be talking about this.'
It was on Keigo's face that he wanted to protest, but after a few moments, his expression of self-righteousness faded, and he grimaced. 'I still don't understand why....'
Yuushi kept looking at him.
At long last, Keigo sighed. 'Fine,' he said. 'But you're still coming over tonight.'
'Yes, I am,' Yuushi replied with a smile, both because of Keigo's relenting, and also because of his question-disguised-as-an-order. The reason Yuushi knew that Keigo didn't always expect to get his way was the way he phrased his statements, open-ended and sounding entirely definitive despite the fact that all they needed to make them questions was a question mark tacked onto the end.
Keigo made a noise of acknowledgment and stalked off toward the shower, but Yuushi didn't miss the way the tension in his shoulders released just a bit. He chuckled quietly to himself, and followed.
Though he would be claiming the shower as far away from Keigo as possible. Just in case.
+
'We're going to what?'
Keigo snorted impatiently. 'I said,' he repeated in the tone of someone speaking to a complete idiot, 'that we're going to watch a movie.'
'No, you didn't.' Yuushi fixed Keigo with an intent look. 'You said that we're going to watch Titanic.'
'Which is, in fact, a movie.'
'A romance,' Yuushi said, drawing out the word just to make sure Keigo understood what he was volunteering to do.
Keigo shrugged. 'Yes?'
'Which happens to be my favourite movie...?'
'I know.' Keigo studied his nails. 'And?'
And Yuushi couldn't come up with anything else to say.
He wasn't sure what was more shocking: that Keigo had made the suggestion of a movie, specifically a romance movie, even though he knew how Yuushi got, or that Keigo knew that Titanic was Yuushi's favourite. Yuushi hadn't thought he'd been paying attention that one time he'd come over right after having watched it, eyes red and voice thick and sniffles punctuating his words, but apparently Keigo did have some sense of what Yuushi was all about, even though all he seemed to care about when they were alone together was sex. Or his hair.
This was certainly an unexpected development.
It was even more unexpected when, once situated on the couch with the opening credits rolling and the infamous soundtrack playing, Keigo shifted closer to Yuushi and slipped his arm around him. And did nothing else. Yuushi's eyes widened in shock, but Keigo's face was impassive, eyes fixed on the screen even as his fingers curled snugly against Yuushi's arm. It was so strange that it took Yuushi a little while to relax enough to enjoy the movie, since he was expecting something more from Keigo any second now....
But soon enough, he became quickly wrapped up in Rose's plight - the emotionally abusive fiancé, the overbearing mother, the stifling social expectations - and stopped even thinking about the weird. In fact, when she pitched over the side of the ship, he tensed, grabbing for the closest grabbable thing, which just happened to be Keigo's thigh. And then, when he relaxed enough to realise what he'd done, his fingers were already there so he didn't really see any point in moving them.
By the time the movie reached the infamous flying scene, Yuushi was actually curled into Keigo's side, cheek resting against his shoulder, one leg hooked over Keigo's thigh and his arm wrapped across Keigo's belly. And yet Keigo hadn't moved, except to shift his embrace, one arm crossing across his own chest, his hand resting against Yuushi's bicep, and the other round his back and bent up so he could tangle his fingers in the ends of Yuushi's hair. It was...well, for lack of a better word, it was snuggling, their bodies practically moulded against each other, and yet Keigo hadn't once made an advance. In fact, when Yuushi looked up at him, he was looking straight ahead, thoroughly engrossed in the movie.
And for some reason, that made Yuushi not be.
Even though this was absolutely the best part of the movie, he couldn't seem to focus on it anymore. It was just too...unfamiliar. They had never actually watched a movie together like this before. It was always Keigo putting something on and then using the darkened room as an excuse to paw Yuushi, or Yuushi being completely captivated by something while Keigo filed his nails and tried not to fall asleep from pure boredom. There was rarely anything mutual about their movie-watching. And yet this time, they were actually watching the movie together. This was what Yuushi had been wanting, this sense of connection, of camaraderie, and now that he had it, his overwhelming desire for it had been displaced.
In other words, he was all of a sudden very, very horny.
It didn't help much that his glance up at the screen happened to fall just at the moment when Rose was dropping her kimono. Regardless of Yuushi's personal preferences, he had to say that Kate Winslet had fantastic breasts, and even though this was art instead of pornography, it was just enough to get him actually squirming instead of just figuratively. But Keigo still didn't notice, fingers fiddling absently with Yuushi's hair and thumb moving rhythmically against Yuushi's arm, and that only made it worse until Yuushi was fairly certain he was about to go insane. He wondered if this was what Keigo felt like all the time when they were together, this aching need to take and right this minute. It was flattering to think he could have this effect on someone, especially when that someone was Atobe Keigo, but it was far more sobering. If Keigo had been putting up with this for the last however many months they'd been at it without even once taking advantage, then it wasn't that he hadn't respected Yuushi saying no so much as it was him hoping that next time around, Yuushi would say yes.
Well. He wasn't asking at this particular moment, but that didn't mean Yuushi couldn't answer anyway.
He sneaked another glance at Keigo, who was still intent on the screen, where Rose was now flipping off her fiancé's valet, and then turned his attention back to the task at hand. Literally. His hand was in a prime position, hooked against Keigo's far hip, and Yuushi slid it back across, slowly, so as not to alert Keigo to what he was doing, and reached for the button on his trousers. Very, very carefully, he worked the metal free of the fabric, and then caught hold of the zipper pull between thumb and forefinger, starting to ease it down one tooth at a time.
...four...five...six...
Yuushi looked back up at the movie, watching Rose and Jack tear through the ship, laughing giddily, and he thought he could understand the feeling. He tasted bitter, the rush of adrenaline at the knowledge of what he was doing, and he bit his lip to keep from laughing from nervousness. Keigo still hadn't moved, hadn't even noticed what Yuushi was doing, and that just made it more exciting. He could feel the heat against his fingers, could smell Keigo, like what he smelled when he buried his face against Keigo's neck, only stronger, darker, and it made his prick jerk against the front of his pants, sending tension-pleasure radiating up his spine.
...eleven...twelve...
Yuushi released the slip of metal gently, and then hesitated, looking up again. Rose had just tugged Jack into the back seat of the car, and Yuushi knew this scene far too well; he'd rewound it and watched it over at least two hundred times.
Are you nervous? Jack whispered, voice gentle, intimate.
No, Yuushi thought in time, and slid his hand into Keigo's pants.
Keigo actually yelped, fingers tightening in Yuushi's hair until they pulled and hips bucking up off the sofa, and Yuushi allowed himself a pleased/smug little grin as he turned his hand, curving his fingers against the outline of Keigo's erection, which grew harder beneath his touch. He wasn't sure how long Keigo had been stewing on that one, but when he looked up and saw Keigo looking back at him, eyes wide with shock-confusion-want, he decided that it didn't really matter.
'What are you--'
'Shh,' Yuushi hushed him, and nodded toward the screen. 'This is the best part.' Emboldened by Keigo's reaction, Yuushi even offered up a cheeky smile, to which Keigo replied with a sound suspiciously akin to a whimper. But he obeyed, facing front again, though the fingers on Yuushi's arm curled inward, nails digging into Yuushi's arm, and his hips continued to shift restlessly as Yuushi allowed himself to just touch.
Keigo's cock was a bit shorter than his, but thicker, though Yuushi could hardly tell for certain with the silk of Keigo's boxer shorts in the way. Oddly, his shorts didn't have a gap in the front, but Yuushi wasn't one to be dissuaded once he had set his mind to something, so a few tugs at the fabric (aided thoughtfully by Keigo's squirming) had his shorts down far enough so Yuushi could actually get his hand around his dick, and yes, he had been correct about Keigo being both longer and thicker. he was also veinier, and Yuushi took the opportunity to explore the network of veins with a curious fingertip, absently noting the way it made Keigo make a noise like he was being strangled. His own need had faded into the background somewhat; he was fascinated, and the fact that he could feel Keigo's dick twitch against his palm when he wrapped his hand around it again made him feel like there couldn't possibly be anything better than this.
'Yuushi....' Keigo groaned, his ore-sama growl completely decimated by the neediness in his voice, and Yuushi chuckled, turning his head and brushing his lips against the underside of Keigo's jaw.
'Patience,' he murmured.
Keigo made a mutinous sound, but Yuushi noted with pleasure that he didn't actually do anything to speed up the process. He wondered how he'd never noticed this before - he knew that Keigo made requests without sounding like he was making requests, but he hadn't ever stopped to think that maybe that's what all the pawing was.
But Keigo was being patient (albeit with Great Displeasure), and Yuushi may have been many things, but deliberately cruel was not among them. He took pity on Keigo and shifted his hand yet again, tightening it into a fist, and gave one smooth, experimental stroke.
Keigo's hips came up off the sofa and his head fell back against it as he let out a groan that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. It was the hottest fucking thing Yuushi had ever seen, and so he did it again, just to see if he could make Keigo make that sound again. This time, Keigo choked, skull pressing hard against the sofa cushions, and in the dim, flickering light of the television, Yuushi could see the dark, mottled flush spreading down Keigo's arched throat and disappearing beneath his collar. He followed it down with his gaze, imagining the way it would spread across Keigo's chest and perhaps even lower, and then stopped dead, eyes widening in surprise as he watched Keigo's hips push up, driving his cock through the circle of Yuushi's fist.
It was almost surreal, watching the slide of dark-on-light, the shift of foreskin as Yuushi's hand reached the tip and slipped back down again, slowly; he could have been watching himself in the mirror, except that he'd never been able to give himself over so completely and still be coherent enough to see. And on one level, that made this intriguing, just watching what happened to someone when they lost it like that, how they could look ridiculous and exquisite at the same time.
On ever other level, though, it just made Yuushi hornier, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a groan of his own as he sped up his strokes just a fraction, just enough to make Keigo start to tremble. He could tell it still wasn't nearly as fast as Keigo wanted, but Yuushi did everything slowly, deliberately, and this wasn't going to be any different.
Keigo certainly didn't seem in a position to complain anyway, so Yuushi took advantage of his wanton willingness, twisting his wrist with every pull, varying tightness of grip and length of stroke until he had Keigo gasping for breath, muscles trembling and hips moving in desperate little jerks. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, and to be honest, Yuushi didn't want him to. He wanted to see what Keigo looked like when he came, wanted to watch him fall apart beneath his hands, and it was that desire that egged him on, that made him quicken his strokes even more until he could see Keigo's teeth sinking into his lip so hard that it was turning white. He couldn't fathom why Keigo was still restraining himself like this using what must have been enormous amounts of willpower (and probably some very odious mental images), since it wasn't like he needed to impress Yuushi or anything. Unless....
Requesting without requesting, he thought, and shifted his arm so that he could lean in closer, brushing his lips against the throbbing pulse in Keigo's throat.
'Keigo,' he breathed. 'Come for me.'
And Keigo did.
It wasn't an especially brilliant moment with angels singing and a halo of light surrounding Keigo's head or anything. But watching Keigo's face made it all worthwhile, the absolute abandon on his face as he just let go, and that vulnerability was the missing link Yuushi had been looking for all along. He didn't think he'd ever felt closer to Keigo than in that moment, and he wondered, as he felt Keigo slump back against the sofa, breathing hard, why on earth he'd decided it was a good idea to wait so long.
But then, Keigo's eyes came open at last, and Yuushi almost whimpered at the heat burning dark in Keigo's gaze. This was the Atobe Yuushi saw on the court, only this time that energy was directed all at him, and there was a reason Atobe had easily clawed his way right to the top of Hyoutei's tennis club for the second time now.
He took a breath. 'You see?' he said, voice hoarse but remarkably steady, all things considered. 'Taking one's time is a good thing.'
Keigo said nothing, but his gaze, if possible, became even more intense.
Yuushi swallowed. 'You certainly enjoyed it,' he pointed out, albeit a bit weakly. More than enjoyed it, in fact - Keigo looked like the waiting period had done only good things for his sex drive, and it seemed that Yuushi was about to get the brunt of it. And this time, that was exactly what he wanted.
'Maybe,' Keigo said, voice rough. Yuushi shivered.
'What do you mean "maybe"?' he objected, purely on principle, and also in an attempt to fend off the overwhelming surge of adrenaline threatening to take over his brain. 'That was definite enjoyment on your part there. See? Enjoyment all over my hand.' He lifted his hand to show off exactly what he meant, and Keigo caught his wrist, fingers tight against his pulse point.
'No, that part was a definite yes.' Keigo's voice dropped to a low, wicked murmur. 'But I don't know that I agree that slow and steady always wins the race.'
And before Yuushi could ask him what he was on about, he was on Yuushi, tugging open his trousers with sleight of hand that would make a magician jealous and going straight for Yuushi's dick. Yuushi's sharp intake of breath turned into a groan in a manner of seconds, and his hips twisted desperately as Keigo's hand closed around him and started to jerk him off, quick and firm and so perfect that Yuushi's eyes rolled back in his head and his toes pressed against the soles of his feet as he choked on another moan. Keigo wasn't relenting, his hand moving faster, tighter, every stroke a question phrased as a demand, until Yuushi couldn't help but give in, back arching up and hands digging into the sofa cushions as he came harder than he had ever come in his life.
By the time he managed to open his eyes, Keigo was sitting back on the sofa quite calmly, trousers done up again and legs crossed rather primly. The film was paused on a shot of Rose embracing a handcuffed Jack, and Yuushi almost might have laughed at how entirely ridiculous this whole thing was, except that would require energy that he no longer had.
Keigo smirked at him. 'See?' he said. 'Fast can be good too.'
'Uh huh,' Yuushi slurred, too tired to argue. Keigo's expression of self-satisfaction became even more smug, but when Yuushi closed his eyes again, exhausted, he knew he wasn't imagining Keigo carefully doing up his trousers for him, and wrapping an arm around his waist again.
'N'st time c'n try y'r way,' he mumbled, letting his head droop over onto Keigo's shoulder.
'Naturally,' Keigo replied with a sniff, but there was laughter in his voice, and Yuushi just barely managed a return smile before he lost his battle with sleep.
+
OMAKE
'Atobe-buchou's in a good mood this week,' Ootori said thoughtfully, starting in on his third of ten laps for the day.
Gakuto smirked. 'You know what that means!' he said, leering at Ootori and waggling his eyebrows.
Shishido turned green. 'Don't even go there,' he bit out. 'I don't want to know.'
'Aw, Shishido, you're just jealous,' Gakuto teased, grinning and poking Shishido in the side. Shishido swatted at his hand irritably.
'Shut up,' Hiyoshi mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
'It must have worked then,' Jirou said thoughtfully, blinking lidded eyes as he started to pass out on his feet, until Kabaji gave him a push to keep him running.
'What must have worked?' Yuushi said, suddenly wary.
Jirou turned his head. 'Oh,' he replied, yawning. 'Keigo wanted to know what he was doing wrong with his girlfriend, and I told him he needed to stop pushing. Slow and steady wins the race, you know.'
'Is that so,' Yuushi said slowly, looking up toward where Keigo was running, thirty or so metres ahead of the rest of them. He wasn't sure whether to be angry at Keigo for taking this to Jirou, or pleased that he cared enough about this, about him, to actually ask for help.
'Yep!' Jirou smiled, sleepy. 'He doesn't think much of it, but hopefully if we all keep telling him enough, he'll learn it eventually.'
'Hopefully,' Yuushi echoed. The temptation to be angry was there, lurking beneath the surface, but the fact remained that Keigo had listened to the advice (and it wasn't like Jirou had given him specifics), and they had both of them gotten rather spectacular sex out of it, so there was no point on dwelling on it.
However....
Yuushi's frown twisted into a wicked little grin. If Keigo was so reticent about the concept of slow, then he had a trick or two up his sleeve that might help warm him to the idea. After all, they'd tried it Keigo's way, and Yuushi was fully ready to claim requital.
Besides, he'd always wanted to try handcuffs.
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5000
Summary: In which Atobe is frustrated, Yuushi is intemerate, and Hiyoshi just wants everyone to shut up.
A/N: Written for meganebucks's weekly challenge #2. This week's theme: turtles. Thank you to jazzy_peaches for putting up with my 1AM wibbling. XD ♥
'Not fast enough! Ten more laps, the lot of you!'
'Uh oh,' Gakuto chirped, looking quite pleased with himself. 'Buchou's in a Mood again.'
'Shut up and run faster,' Hiyoshi hissed out of the corner of his mouth, and then muttered something vaguely gekokujou-like under his breath.
Shishido made a face that made him look like he was dying. Or constipated. 'I could really have done without the knowledge that Atobe gets in that mood because he's not getting any. You really had to bring that up, didn't you, Jirou?'
Jirou beamed, patting Ootori on the back when he came out with an admonishing Shishido-san! 'My pleasure!' he said cheerfully. 'Besides, isn't it always good to know why someone is upset? It's easier to fix that way.'
'No,' Shishido replied immediately, starting to turn green. 'I will have nothing to do with the fixing.'
'Me either,' Gakuto said, grimacing. 'He's not my type.'
'What's your type, Gakuto?' Jirou asked curiously.
'The type without a dick.'
'Shut up,' Hiyoshi insisted at the same time that Ootori said, 'Mukahi-san, language!' and Shishido rolled his eyes so hard that they were sure to fall out of his head.
'But really,' Gakuto went on, ignoring both of the underclassmen. 'Someone needs to do something about it, and soon. My legs are gonna fall off otherwise.'
'I don't see you volunteering,' Shishido grumbled, starting an argument with Gakuto that had Hiyoshi rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath and Ootori trying to stop them while Jirou looked on in sunny cheerfulness. Yuushi, on the other hand, had yet to say a word, and he wasn't going to either, and not just because opening his mouth would have them volunteering him in an instant. It was, after all, the opinion of the entire tennis club, plus most of the rest of the school, that Yuushi was...how had they put it? A walking sex machine. He was the subject of quite a lot of lewd teasing, which he accepted good-naturedly, because really, what boy didn't want a nickname like that? But there was something about him that very few people knew, and he rather wanted to keep it that way.
And it was that something that--
'Faster! Ore-sama will not tolerate sloth!'
--had Atobe pushing them all so damn hard.
Yuushi had never had sex.
In fact, Yuushi had never had any sort of sexual contact at all. He'd touched himself, of course - what boy hadn't? - but when it came to his involvement with anyone else, kissing was about as far as he was willing to go. He wasn't a prude or anything, and he certainly didn't have that whole idea of waiting until marriage or any of that crap, but he was well read enough to know far too well the perils of involving oneself in an intimate physical relationship before the emotional closeness had developed. And he didn't want to be in a relationship that was All Sex, All The Time, because at the age they were at, it was so easy to become entirely focussed on that and miss the point of being in a relationship entirely.
And though Atobe-buchou was possessed of brilliant insight, Keigo did not seem to understand that when Yuushi said no, he meant no, and he wasn't just being a tease. It was like Keigo could hear what he was saying, but it wasn't parsing, because it kept running up against Keigo's stone-set knowledge that they were teenage boys, and teenage boys should want All Sex, All The Time. Which Yuushi did, to an extent. But he didn't want that to be all it was, and Keigo was always so busy trying to get into his pants that none of the other stuff Yuushi wanted ever seemed to happen. So they were at an impasse. Of course, if Keigo had really been as angry as he seemed, he wouldn't even have been bothering with Yuushi anymore; it wasn't like he had a shortage of people who would drop trou for him at a moment's notice. So it wasn't anger. Nor was it irritation at being thwarted, because even though it must have been frustrating for someone who always got what he wanted to be losing this battle, Yuushi was fairly certain that's why Keigo was sticking it out. (He had a very odd sense of fun.) And it definitely wasn't just that he wanted tail, since he could have found that anywhere, which was the reason Yuushi was sticking it out. But it was undeniable that, regardless of whether he was angry, Keigo was most definitely frustrated.
And he very much enjoyed taking it out on his teammates.
So yes, Yuushi did feel somewhat guilty that he wasn't putting out, but not enough to give in. So he kept his mouth shut and kept running, and hoped nobody figured it out anytime soon.
+
'I cannot feel my feet anymore,' Shishido groaned, flopping down onto the bench.
'No kidding,' Gakuto agreed between wheezing gasps for air. Hiyoshi grunted an affirmative, already stripping out of his clothes, and Ootori was about to say something as well when Jirou promptly flopped down half on top of him and fell asleep.
'Er, Kabaji-kun?' Ootori said meekly, and gave a grateful smile as Kabaji walked over and removed Jirou from Ootori's lap, setting him back down on the bench.
'I swear,' Shishido grumbled, 'this is getting ridiculous. That's the third time this week. Atobe's girlfriend must be a real--'
'Shishido-san!,' Ootori interrupted, and Shishido shot him a glare before relenting, obviously too tired to argue.
Gakuto finally managed to sit up straight. 'Whoever she is, she needs to get it together and fast,' he panted. 'Or else he needs to find himself a new girl. Does anyone even know who he's seeing? Maybe she just needs a bit of convincing....'
'Because that's a good idea,' Hiyoshi muttered.
'What did you say, kid?' Gakuto snapped, and another argument might very well have broken out had Atobe not chosen that moment to step into the changing room, fixing them each in turn with a piercing gaze. Everyone shut up immediately, and Atobe sniffed, turning his attention to his own undressing.
'I am outta here,' Shishido said after a moment of tension-thick silence. 'I'll shower at home. You coming, Choutarou?'
Ootori, who had his shirt half off, hurriedly tugged it back on, fixing his necklace and picking up his bag. 'Yes, Shishido-san!' he said, obviously as eager to get out of there as Shishido was.
'That's not a half-bad idea,' Gakuto said, and pushed himself up off the floor, beginning to rummage in his locker. Hiyoshi was already in the shower, but he was out again by the time Gakuto had finished collecting his things (that boy was seriously the fastest shower-taker in existence), and he left not too long afterward, still grumbling to himself under his breath.
Atobe didn't even look up. 'Kabaji,' he said. 'Take Jirou home.'
'Yup,' Kabaji said, and picked up the sleeping boy, draping him over one shoulder and shuffling out of the room, leaving Atobe and Yuushi alone.
Atobe finally turned around.
'I hope you're pleased with yourself,' he said, fixing Yuushi with a Look.
Yuushi looked right back at him, unfazed. 'You know I'm not doing this for my own amusement, Keigo.'
Keigo snorted. 'I find that hard to believe.'
'You do believe it,' Yuushi said patiently. 'Otherwise we wouldn't still be talking about this.'
It was on Keigo's face that he wanted to protest, but after a few moments, his expression of self-righteousness faded, and he grimaced. 'I still don't understand why....'
Yuushi kept looking at him.
At long last, Keigo sighed. 'Fine,' he said. 'But you're still coming over tonight.'
'Yes, I am,' Yuushi replied with a smile, both because of Keigo's relenting, and also because of his question-disguised-as-an-order. The reason Yuushi knew that Keigo didn't always expect to get his way was the way he phrased his statements, open-ended and sounding entirely definitive despite the fact that all they needed to make them questions was a question mark tacked onto the end.
Keigo made a noise of acknowledgment and stalked off toward the shower, but Yuushi didn't miss the way the tension in his shoulders released just a bit. He chuckled quietly to himself, and followed.
Though he would be claiming the shower as far away from Keigo as possible. Just in case.
+
'We're going to what?'
Keigo snorted impatiently. 'I said,' he repeated in the tone of someone speaking to a complete idiot, 'that we're going to watch a movie.'
'No, you didn't.' Yuushi fixed Keigo with an intent look. 'You said that we're going to watch Titanic.'
'Which is, in fact, a movie.'
'A romance,' Yuushi said, drawing out the word just to make sure Keigo understood what he was volunteering to do.
Keigo shrugged. 'Yes?'
'Which happens to be my favourite movie...?'
'I know.' Keigo studied his nails. 'And?'
And Yuushi couldn't come up with anything else to say.
He wasn't sure what was more shocking: that Keigo had made the suggestion of a movie, specifically a romance movie, even though he knew how Yuushi got, or that Keigo knew that Titanic was Yuushi's favourite. Yuushi hadn't thought he'd been paying attention that one time he'd come over right after having watched it, eyes red and voice thick and sniffles punctuating his words, but apparently Keigo did have some sense of what Yuushi was all about, even though all he seemed to care about when they were alone together was sex. Or his hair.
This was certainly an unexpected development.
It was even more unexpected when, once situated on the couch with the opening credits rolling and the infamous soundtrack playing, Keigo shifted closer to Yuushi and slipped his arm around him. And did nothing else. Yuushi's eyes widened in shock, but Keigo's face was impassive, eyes fixed on the screen even as his fingers curled snugly against Yuushi's arm. It was so strange that it took Yuushi a little while to relax enough to enjoy the movie, since he was expecting something more from Keigo any second now....
But soon enough, he became quickly wrapped up in Rose's plight - the emotionally abusive fiancé, the overbearing mother, the stifling social expectations - and stopped even thinking about the weird. In fact, when she pitched over the side of the ship, he tensed, grabbing for the closest grabbable thing, which just happened to be Keigo's thigh. And then, when he relaxed enough to realise what he'd done, his fingers were already there so he didn't really see any point in moving them.
By the time the movie reached the infamous flying scene, Yuushi was actually curled into Keigo's side, cheek resting against his shoulder, one leg hooked over Keigo's thigh and his arm wrapped across Keigo's belly. And yet Keigo hadn't moved, except to shift his embrace, one arm crossing across his own chest, his hand resting against Yuushi's bicep, and the other round his back and bent up so he could tangle his fingers in the ends of Yuushi's hair. It was...well, for lack of a better word, it was snuggling, their bodies practically moulded against each other, and yet Keigo hadn't once made an advance. In fact, when Yuushi looked up at him, he was looking straight ahead, thoroughly engrossed in the movie.
And for some reason, that made Yuushi not be.
Even though this was absolutely the best part of the movie, he couldn't seem to focus on it anymore. It was just too...unfamiliar. They had never actually watched a movie together like this before. It was always Keigo putting something on and then using the darkened room as an excuse to paw Yuushi, or Yuushi being completely captivated by something while Keigo filed his nails and tried not to fall asleep from pure boredom. There was rarely anything mutual about their movie-watching. And yet this time, they were actually watching the movie together. This was what Yuushi had been wanting, this sense of connection, of camaraderie, and now that he had it, his overwhelming desire for it had been displaced.
In other words, he was all of a sudden very, very horny.
It didn't help much that his glance up at the screen happened to fall just at the moment when Rose was dropping her kimono. Regardless of Yuushi's personal preferences, he had to say that Kate Winslet had fantastic breasts, and even though this was art instead of pornography, it was just enough to get him actually squirming instead of just figuratively. But Keigo still didn't notice, fingers fiddling absently with Yuushi's hair and thumb moving rhythmically against Yuushi's arm, and that only made it worse until Yuushi was fairly certain he was about to go insane. He wondered if this was what Keigo felt like all the time when they were together, this aching need to take and right this minute. It was flattering to think he could have this effect on someone, especially when that someone was Atobe Keigo, but it was far more sobering. If Keigo had been putting up with this for the last however many months they'd been at it without even once taking advantage, then it wasn't that he hadn't respected Yuushi saying no so much as it was him hoping that next time around, Yuushi would say yes.
Well. He wasn't asking at this particular moment, but that didn't mean Yuushi couldn't answer anyway.
He sneaked another glance at Keigo, who was still intent on the screen, where Rose was now flipping off her fiancé's valet, and then turned his attention back to the task at hand. Literally. His hand was in a prime position, hooked against Keigo's far hip, and Yuushi slid it back across, slowly, so as not to alert Keigo to what he was doing, and reached for the button on his trousers. Very, very carefully, he worked the metal free of the fabric, and then caught hold of the zipper pull between thumb and forefinger, starting to ease it down one tooth at a time.
...four...five...six...
Yuushi looked back up at the movie, watching Rose and Jack tear through the ship, laughing giddily, and he thought he could understand the feeling. He tasted bitter, the rush of adrenaline at the knowledge of what he was doing, and he bit his lip to keep from laughing from nervousness. Keigo still hadn't moved, hadn't even noticed what Yuushi was doing, and that just made it more exciting. He could feel the heat against his fingers, could smell Keigo, like what he smelled when he buried his face against Keigo's neck, only stronger, darker, and it made his prick jerk against the front of his pants, sending tension-pleasure radiating up his spine.
...eleven...twelve...
Yuushi released the slip of metal gently, and then hesitated, looking up again. Rose had just tugged Jack into the back seat of the car, and Yuushi knew this scene far too well; he'd rewound it and watched it over at least two hundred times.
Are you nervous? Jack whispered, voice gentle, intimate.
No, Yuushi thought in time, and slid his hand into Keigo's pants.
Keigo actually yelped, fingers tightening in Yuushi's hair until they pulled and hips bucking up off the sofa, and Yuushi allowed himself a pleased/smug little grin as he turned his hand, curving his fingers against the outline of Keigo's erection, which grew harder beneath his touch. He wasn't sure how long Keigo had been stewing on that one, but when he looked up and saw Keigo looking back at him, eyes wide with shock-confusion-want, he decided that it didn't really matter.
'What are you--'
'Shh,' Yuushi hushed him, and nodded toward the screen. 'This is the best part.' Emboldened by Keigo's reaction, Yuushi even offered up a cheeky smile, to which Keigo replied with a sound suspiciously akin to a whimper. But he obeyed, facing front again, though the fingers on Yuushi's arm curled inward, nails digging into Yuushi's arm, and his hips continued to shift restlessly as Yuushi allowed himself to just touch.
Keigo's cock was a bit shorter than his, but thicker, though Yuushi could hardly tell for certain with the silk of Keigo's boxer shorts in the way. Oddly, his shorts didn't have a gap in the front, but Yuushi wasn't one to be dissuaded once he had set his mind to something, so a few tugs at the fabric (aided thoughtfully by Keigo's squirming) had his shorts down far enough so Yuushi could actually get his hand around his dick, and yes, he had been correct about Keigo being both longer and thicker. he was also veinier, and Yuushi took the opportunity to explore the network of veins with a curious fingertip, absently noting the way it made Keigo make a noise like he was being strangled. His own need had faded into the background somewhat; he was fascinated, and the fact that he could feel Keigo's dick twitch against his palm when he wrapped his hand around it again made him feel like there couldn't possibly be anything better than this.
'Yuushi....' Keigo groaned, his ore-sama growl completely decimated by the neediness in his voice, and Yuushi chuckled, turning his head and brushing his lips against the underside of Keigo's jaw.
'Patience,' he murmured.
Keigo made a mutinous sound, but Yuushi noted with pleasure that he didn't actually do anything to speed up the process. He wondered how he'd never noticed this before - he knew that Keigo made requests without sounding like he was making requests, but he hadn't ever stopped to think that maybe that's what all the pawing was.
But Keigo was being patient (albeit with Great Displeasure), and Yuushi may have been many things, but deliberately cruel was not among them. He took pity on Keigo and shifted his hand yet again, tightening it into a fist, and gave one smooth, experimental stroke.
Keigo's hips came up off the sofa and his head fell back against it as he let out a groan that seemed to come from the soles of his feet. It was the hottest fucking thing Yuushi had ever seen, and so he did it again, just to see if he could make Keigo make that sound again. This time, Keigo choked, skull pressing hard against the sofa cushions, and in the dim, flickering light of the television, Yuushi could see the dark, mottled flush spreading down Keigo's arched throat and disappearing beneath his collar. He followed it down with his gaze, imagining the way it would spread across Keigo's chest and perhaps even lower, and then stopped dead, eyes widening in surprise as he watched Keigo's hips push up, driving his cock through the circle of Yuushi's fist.
It was almost surreal, watching the slide of dark-on-light, the shift of foreskin as Yuushi's hand reached the tip and slipped back down again, slowly; he could have been watching himself in the mirror, except that he'd never been able to give himself over so completely and still be coherent enough to see. And on one level, that made this intriguing, just watching what happened to someone when they lost it like that, how they could look ridiculous and exquisite at the same time.
On ever other level, though, it just made Yuushi hornier, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from letting out a groan of his own as he sped up his strokes just a fraction, just enough to make Keigo start to tremble. He could tell it still wasn't nearly as fast as Keigo wanted, but Yuushi did everything slowly, deliberately, and this wasn't going to be any different.
Keigo certainly didn't seem in a position to complain anyway, so Yuushi took advantage of his wanton willingness, twisting his wrist with every pull, varying tightness of grip and length of stroke until he had Keigo gasping for breath, muscles trembling and hips moving in desperate little jerks. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, and to be honest, Yuushi didn't want him to. He wanted to see what Keigo looked like when he came, wanted to watch him fall apart beneath his hands, and it was that desire that egged him on, that made him quicken his strokes even more until he could see Keigo's teeth sinking into his lip so hard that it was turning white. He couldn't fathom why Keigo was still restraining himself like this using what must have been enormous amounts of willpower (and probably some very odious mental images), since it wasn't like he needed to impress Yuushi or anything. Unless....
Requesting without requesting, he thought, and shifted his arm so that he could lean in closer, brushing his lips against the throbbing pulse in Keigo's throat.
'Keigo,' he breathed. 'Come for me.'
And Keigo did.
It wasn't an especially brilliant moment with angels singing and a halo of light surrounding Keigo's head or anything. But watching Keigo's face made it all worthwhile, the absolute abandon on his face as he just let go, and that vulnerability was the missing link Yuushi had been looking for all along. He didn't think he'd ever felt closer to Keigo than in that moment, and he wondered, as he felt Keigo slump back against the sofa, breathing hard, why on earth he'd decided it was a good idea to wait so long.
But then, Keigo's eyes came open at last, and Yuushi almost whimpered at the heat burning dark in Keigo's gaze. This was the Atobe Yuushi saw on the court, only this time that energy was directed all at him, and there was a reason Atobe had easily clawed his way right to the top of Hyoutei's tennis club for the second time now.
He took a breath. 'You see?' he said, voice hoarse but remarkably steady, all things considered. 'Taking one's time is a good thing.'
Keigo said nothing, but his gaze, if possible, became even more intense.
Yuushi swallowed. 'You certainly enjoyed it,' he pointed out, albeit a bit weakly. More than enjoyed it, in fact - Keigo looked like the waiting period had done only good things for his sex drive, and it seemed that Yuushi was about to get the brunt of it. And this time, that was exactly what he wanted.
'Maybe,' Keigo said, voice rough. Yuushi shivered.
'What do you mean "maybe"?' he objected, purely on principle, and also in an attempt to fend off the overwhelming surge of adrenaline threatening to take over his brain. 'That was definite enjoyment on your part there. See? Enjoyment all over my hand.' He lifted his hand to show off exactly what he meant, and Keigo caught his wrist, fingers tight against his pulse point.
'No, that part was a definite yes.' Keigo's voice dropped to a low, wicked murmur. 'But I don't know that I agree that slow and steady always wins the race.'
And before Yuushi could ask him what he was on about, he was on Yuushi, tugging open his trousers with sleight of hand that would make a magician jealous and going straight for Yuushi's dick. Yuushi's sharp intake of breath turned into a groan in a manner of seconds, and his hips twisted desperately as Keigo's hand closed around him and started to jerk him off, quick and firm and so perfect that Yuushi's eyes rolled back in his head and his toes pressed against the soles of his feet as he choked on another moan. Keigo wasn't relenting, his hand moving faster, tighter, every stroke a question phrased as a demand, until Yuushi couldn't help but give in, back arching up and hands digging into the sofa cushions as he came harder than he had ever come in his life.
By the time he managed to open his eyes, Keigo was sitting back on the sofa quite calmly, trousers done up again and legs crossed rather primly. The film was paused on a shot of Rose embracing a handcuffed Jack, and Yuushi almost might have laughed at how entirely ridiculous this whole thing was, except that would require energy that he no longer had.
Keigo smirked at him. 'See?' he said. 'Fast can be good too.'
'Uh huh,' Yuushi slurred, too tired to argue. Keigo's expression of self-satisfaction became even more smug, but when Yuushi closed his eyes again, exhausted, he knew he wasn't imagining Keigo carefully doing up his trousers for him, and wrapping an arm around his waist again.
'N'st time c'n try y'r way,' he mumbled, letting his head droop over onto Keigo's shoulder.
'Naturally,' Keigo replied with a sniff, but there was laughter in his voice, and Yuushi just barely managed a return smile before he lost his battle with sleep.
+
OMAKE
'Atobe-buchou's in a good mood this week,' Ootori said thoughtfully, starting in on his third of ten laps for the day.
Gakuto smirked. 'You know what that means!' he said, leering at Ootori and waggling his eyebrows.
Shishido turned green. 'Don't even go there,' he bit out. 'I don't want to know.'
'Aw, Shishido, you're just jealous,' Gakuto teased, grinning and poking Shishido in the side. Shishido swatted at his hand irritably.
'Shut up,' Hiyoshi mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
'It must have worked then,' Jirou said thoughtfully, blinking lidded eyes as he started to pass out on his feet, until Kabaji gave him a push to keep him running.
'What must have worked?' Yuushi said, suddenly wary.
Jirou turned his head. 'Oh,' he replied, yawning. 'Keigo wanted to know what he was doing wrong with his girlfriend, and I told him he needed to stop pushing. Slow and steady wins the race, you know.'
'Is that so,' Yuushi said slowly, looking up toward where Keigo was running, thirty or so metres ahead of the rest of them. He wasn't sure whether to be angry at Keigo for taking this to Jirou, or pleased that he cared enough about this, about him, to actually ask for help.
'Yep!' Jirou smiled, sleepy. 'He doesn't think much of it, but hopefully if we all keep telling him enough, he'll learn it eventually.'
'Hopefully,' Yuushi echoed. The temptation to be angry was there, lurking beneath the surface, but the fact remained that Keigo had listened to the advice (and it wasn't like Jirou had given him specifics), and they had both of them gotten rather spectacular sex out of it, so there was no point on dwelling on it.
However....
Yuushi's frown twisted into a wicked little grin. If Keigo was so reticent about the concept of slow, then he had a trick or two up his sleeve that might help warm him to the idea. After all, they'd tried it Keigo's way, and Yuushi was fully ready to claim requital.
Besides, he'd always wanted to try handcuffs.