Log
Characters: Atobe Keigo and Oshitari Yuushi
Location: The Island
Time: The day after Yuushi's arrival
Rating: PG-13 for nudity =D
Summary: Atobe and Yuushi hang out.
Yuushi had tried to visit Atobe in his cave, but since he found him out, he decided that he might as well take advantage of the gorgeous weather on a less populated patch of beach.
He spread out on a sheet, completely nude, and promptly fell asleep in the sun. The little tattoo'd wink face on his butt was bared for the world to see.
Atobe was carrrying a cloth napsac filled with mangoes from his successful mango hunting trip to a nearby glade. At first he thought something ominous had washed ashore, but as he padded closer across the sun-warmed sand his eyes became increasingly larger. As did the urge to bash Yuushi across that horrendously inked backside of his with the stick clasped in his free hand, ".....you are vile."
Yuushi stirred slowly at those words, stretching his long form and arching his back to raise his bottom.
"Lovely to see you too, Keigo. So kind of you to bring me fruit." He peered over his shoulder at his former buchou with sleep-squinted dark eyes.
"It's not for you." The sharpness of Atobe's retort was tempered by a faint rush of color to his cheeks. Somehow a measure of Kabaji's self-awareness has rubbed off on him since he'd come to the island. He raised the stick, only to lower it - Yuushi was more than perverted enough to consider the act a reward rather than the punishment Atobe intended it to be.
"Too bad, so sad," Yuushi murmured, and scooted over on the blanket. "Join me, we can talk about who it is for?" he smirked wickedly. Both Gakuto and Jirou told him everything.
Without relinquishing his weapon, Atobe edged towards the blanket. Only to perch upon the furthest side with his tanned legs spread out over the carpet of sand beside them. He was wearing a long t-shirt which almost covered the shorts beneath it, and a pair of flip flops. What with the sun-kissed nature of his skin, and the speed at which his silvery hair had grown he was starting to look more like an island native than a pampered rich kid, "None of your business."
"I'm assuming the owner of those mangos is the same original owner of that shirt," Yuushi said, curling on his side to look at Atobe. "Corrupting the youth, are we Keigo?"
Another strong urge, this one centering around lobbing one of those mangoes at Yuushi's face, struck Atobe with a significant amount of force. His brow scrunched, but rather than commiting an act of violence he merely looked out across the water as it lapped at the shore's edge, ".....I'm retiring when we get back."
"Because of him, or because of that arm," Yuushi said, peering over at the sling. "Or a little bit of both, my violent little friend?"
"Hey! I resisted the urge to hit you with a mango, alright?" Atobe quietened down again after that, and unconsciously hugged his be-slinged arm to his chest as he spoke, ".....you wouldn't understand."
With a hum, Yuushi let silence fall between them for a moment (to calm the freaked out Atobe), before he said, "That's just an excuse, unless you try me."
".....could you at least cover yourself up first.." The admonishment was half-hearted at best, as if the weight of all Atobe's lingering concerns was too heavy to devote itself to anything else. He did pull a mango out of the napsac, and unsheath the small knife he'd stolen from their humble kitchen area - his fingers were still a mess of band aids, but he was certainly getting better at one-handed mango dissection.
Covering his dick with a part of the sheet, Yuushi took the mango and the knife from Atobe's hands.
"Go on," Yuushi said, easily de-skinning the fruit.
A sour look of distain crept onto Atobe's pretty face, but he looked away just as quickly. Even if Kabaji was the person he'd consider himself closest to (especially now), out of his former team-mates; speaking to Yuushi was like stepping back into a familiar room. It was Yuushi to whom he'd confided several other things that even Kabaji was unaware of, "I could heal, train up again, visit Munehiro as often as possible...but...."
Yuushi divided the mango into small, bite sized pieces as he waited for Atobe to continue after his but...
Atobe paused to steal a small cube of the delectable fruit, and almost seemed to have no intention of confiding in him any longer. That was until he murmured, "I'm sick of all these expectations being placed upon me now.....win the next grandslam, endorse this stupid energy drink....get married to that nice CEO's daughter."
"I get it, you want to live uncharted for a little while," Yuushi said. "Good for you. It'll be just what you need."
But not forever. Yuushi knew that Atobe couldn't stay goalless forever.
"Build a love-nest with Kaba-chan," he winked.
That much was true, given that since Kabaji expressed happiness over seeing him hunting mangoes, Atobe had been going out on a daily basis to track down all the delicious fruits the island had to offer (and whack the crap out of the trees from which they hung.) He reached over without looking to pinch Yuushi's thigh, but the sadness clouding his expression softened a little, "I don't need to. We're fine as we are....I think..."
"Oh?" Yuushi raised a brow. "So you like to live under bridges now?"
"Our cave is quite opulent..." After noticing the ludicrous nature of his statement, Atobe stifled something approaching laughter against the back of one honey-colored hand. All those hours wandering around outside had rendered him almost unrecognizable to his fan base, if not his friends. He turned a little, stole another sliver of mango, and then asked, "Where are you sleeping?"
Yuushi snorted, "If there were any lips I'd believe that statement from, it would be yours."
Taking a bite of mango, Yuushi leaned back and said, "Oh, wherever. I figure I can sleep on the beach and cave hop." Waggling his brows, he said, "Can I sleep between you and Kaba-chan?"
"Nonsense! You can come and---" Whilst the suggestion hardly shocked Atobe, infact by Yuushi's standards it was positively sedate. He wriggled the tips of his toes through a soft bed of sand, actually hesitating before offering up a response.
Chuckling, Yuushi turned to Atobe, offered a big smile and batted his eyelashes.
Atobe's fingers drifted over to the stick, but he refused the urge to bash Yuushi over the head with it (mainly because Kabaji would get upset if he went around kicking the asses of their old friends.) Instead, he huffily shrugged his shoulders, only to declare, "Do what you like."
"That's very generous of you, sweetheart. But I won't put Kaba-chan through that…though, making you watch me grope him does sound very promising, hmmmm….."
Yuushi would do no such thing, but winding Atobe up was a hobby of his.
That was it. Although he didn't commit to using the stick, Atobe's eyes flashed with a dangerous spark before he went to shove his friend, only to end up being misdirected by his own off-balance posture. With a yelp he landed somewhere far less intentional. His voice was muffed, and thick with possessiveness, "Don't you even dare! I'll get a hit put on you. I swear." It didn't help that his cheeks were sickly with heat, and it wasn't entirely due to the weather.
"So you did miss me, I'm flattered," Yuushi purred at the silver haired man in his naked lap. "But don't worry, your big man isn't my type."
The frazzled side of Keigo was adorable.
"I won't have to have you killed then...not yet anyway." As burned out as he looked at having essentially launched himself at Yuushi's (thankfully covered) crotch, it wasn't as if they hadn't been closer than this during school. The tension which had crystalised inside of him seemed to slowly melt, and with a faint sigh Atobe succumbed to being draped across the other man's lap for the time being, "....I keep upsetting him."
"Oh don't worry, I have a new hit out on my every day," this minute, Hiyoshi was probably plotting his doom. The very thought gave him warm fuzzies.
"I don't remember him being easy to upset…what have you been doing?"
"Half the time I don't even know until I've done it." With a faint groan, the heir rolled over so that his head was cushioned upon Yuushi's thigh, and he could gaze up at him. The softness of his silver hair tickled at the skin which wasn't covered by an immodest portion of blanket, "It's not like I've ever gotten myself this mixed up with anyone."
"Well what are the things that you've done so far to upset him, I'm sure we can establish a pattern, Buchou-dearest."
Lazily, Yuushi pet Atobe's hair and put his own brain to work. "I can't say I have either, but I've read enough novels to know."
The only problem was, that rather than inspiring his mind to correlate those experiences faster, the gentle rake of Yuushi's fingers through his hair only caused Atobe to begin to feel sleepy and annoyingly contented, "...mm....I kept getting lost...and...I really wanted sex..."
Yuushi's deep hum sounded over the scene as he considered. "For the first, I am sure he was worried. Any lover would be upset. And for the second, well, are you his first?" his words came slowly to the sleepy Keigo.
"I suppose so....no one else seems to have cottoned on to how....hm...how good of a boyfriend he is..." The ghost of a smile crossed Atobe's lips, and he let his eyes slide shut for the time being. Since their last mishap, he'd tried to be more considerate, even if it wasn't in his immediate nature to have to do things for himself which didn't involve tennis or training.
"You have to move slower with virgins, my dear," Yuushi crooned. "Seduce them step by step slowly, at your beck and call, so smoothly that they'll think it was their idea all along."
"Hmm...that's not what *you* did with *me.*" The hazy memories of their own hormonal encounters weren't something Atobe had allowed himself to think about for years, but they were a source of both amusement and some odd form of comfort in his half-dozing state.
With a low chuckle, Yuushi said, "You wouldn't have wanted it that way."
Likely, Kabaji would be too scared to take that step without a lot of prompting. The seduction technique would be best. Atobe was the kind of person who would need to be in charge of his own decisions in order to keep their friendship.
"....still we had fun." Yuushi's advice, although tinged with his innate perversion, was sound enough. Kabaji needed to be handed delicately, and with the kind of respect and consideration Atobe wasn't liable to show anyone unless he genuinely put his mind to it. The process wasn't a daunting one, but it mattered in ways that Atobe wasn't sure he could fathom entirely.
"Especially when I had you bent over Sakaki's desk," Yuushi recollected with a wide, perverted grin on his face. "Mmmm, such fond memories of that office…."
"....you gave me bruises. It was so annoying having to make up all those excuses." The pout was evident in Atobe's hazy retort, but he still curled a little closer on the blanket, getting comfortable beside his old friend as if they'd never been apart. His ultimate loyalty was to Kabaji, but there was some peculiar bond between himself and Yuushi ever since the other had first laid hands upon him.
"You weren't complaining at the time," Yuushi reminded him, a smile plastered on his face. "In fact, I explicitly remember you saying harder, harder and I'm such an obedient team member. What could I do but obey?"
Yuushi leaned back, supporting himself on one hand, and stroked Atobe steadily with the other.
".....well at least you knew who was in charge." With his slender legs tucked up onto the blanket, and sling-covered arm nestled close to his chest, Atobe could almost pass for completely unwound (for once.) If nothing else, the island had stripped him of everything that made Atobe such an untouchable presence in the media. His towering ego and the gloss of professional life in the spotlight were both noticably absent; not entirely forgotten or un-learned, but pushed aside by the demands of love and a simpler existence.
"I'm very smart, you know," Yuushi reminded him. "Some people call me a genius."
He stroked a piece of silver hair behind Atobe's ear. Later he would have to exert some of that genius on Atobe's injured arm, but for now, it seemed good that the silver haired man was calm.
"....some people are morons." Having always desired to have the last word, Atobe chose this precise moment to lapse into a shallow doze. His body settled against Yuushi's side in such a way that if he were entirely conscious he would've spent more time bitching about the lack of clothing between them than simply giving in to the urges of his own tired body, "....yuushi..."
Yuushi's chuckle was too low and soft to wake Atobe. He continued to gently ministrate to his friend's form, and replied, "Yes, dear?"
"..glad you're here now..." It was probably for the best that when he finally roused once more, Atobe would be wholly unaware of the rather sweet sentiment he'd let slip in Yuushi's direction.
"Awwww, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," shaking his head, Yuushi added, "And of course you're unconscious."
Location: The Island
Time: The day after Yuushi's arrival
Rating: PG-13 for nudity =D
Summary: Atobe and Yuushi hang out.
Yuushi had tried to visit Atobe in his cave, but since he found him out, he decided that he might as well take advantage of the gorgeous weather on a less populated patch of beach.
He spread out on a sheet, completely nude, and promptly fell asleep in the sun. The little tattoo'd wink face on his butt was bared for the world to see.
Atobe was carrrying a cloth napsac filled with mangoes from his successful mango hunting trip to a nearby glade. At first he thought something ominous had washed ashore, but as he padded closer across the sun-warmed sand his eyes became increasingly larger. As did the urge to bash Yuushi across that horrendously inked backside of his with the stick clasped in his free hand, ".....you are vile."
Yuushi stirred slowly at those words, stretching his long form and arching his back to raise his bottom.
"Lovely to see you too, Keigo. So kind of you to bring me fruit." He peered over his shoulder at his former buchou with sleep-squinted dark eyes.
"It's not for you." The sharpness of Atobe's retort was tempered by a faint rush of color to his cheeks. Somehow a measure of Kabaji's self-awareness has rubbed off on him since he'd come to the island. He raised the stick, only to lower it - Yuushi was more than perverted enough to consider the act a reward rather than the punishment Atobe intended it to be.
"Too bad, so sad," Yuushi murmured, and scooted over on the blanket. "Join me, we can talk about who it is for?" he smirked wickedly. Both Gakuto and Jirou told him everything.
Without relinquishing his weapon, Atobe edged towards the blanket. Only to perch upon the furthest side with his tanned legs spread out over the carpet of sand beside them. He was wearing a long t-shirt which almost covered the shorts beneath it, and a pair of flip flops. What with the sun-kissed nature of his skin, and the speed at which his silvery hair had grown he was starting to look more like an island native than a pampered rich kid, "None of your business."
"I'm assuming the owner of those mangos is the same original owner of that shirt," Yuushi said, curling on his side to look at Atobe. "Corrupting the youth, are we Keigo?"
Another strong urge, this one centering around lobbing one of those mangoes at Yuushi's face, struck Atobe with a significant amount of force. His brow scrunched, but rather than commiting an act of violence he merely looked out across the water as it lapped at the shore's edge, ".....I'm retiring when we get back."
"Because of him, or because of that arm," Yuushi said, peering over at the sling. "Or a little bit of both, my violent little friend?"
"Hey! I resisted the urge to hit you with a mango, alright?" Atobe quietened down again after that, and unconsciously hugged his be-slinged arm to his chest as he spoke, ".....you wouldn't understand."
With a hum, Yuushi let silence fall between them for a moment (to calm the freaked out Atobe), before he said, "That's just an excuse, unless you try me."
".....could you at least cover yourself up first.." The admonishment was half-hearted at best, as if the weight of all Atobe's lingering concerns was too heavy to devote itself to anything else. He did pull a mango out of the napsac, and unsheath the small knife he'd stolen from their humble kitchen area - his fingers were still a mess of band aids, but he was certainly getting better at one-handed mango dissection.
Covering his dick with a part of the sheet, Yuushi took the mango and the knife from Atobe's hands.
"Go on," Yuushi said, easily de-skinning the fruit.
A sour look of distain crept onto Atobe's pretty face, but he looked away just as quickly. Even if Kabaji was the person he'd consider himself closest to (especially now), out of his former team-mates; speaking to Yuushi was like stepping back into a familiar room. It was Yuushi to whom he'd confided several other things that even Kabaji was unaware of, "I could heal, train up again, visit Munehiro as often as possible...but...."
Yuushi divided the mango into small, bite sized pieces as he waited for Atobe to continue after his but...
Atobe paused to steal a small cube of the delectable fruit, and almost seemed to have no intention of confiding in him any longer. That was until he murmured, "I'm sick of all these expectations being placed upon me now.....win the next grandslam, endorse this stupid energy drink....get married to that nice CEO's daughter."
"I get it, you want to live uncharted for a little while," Yuushi said. "Good for you. It'll be just what you need."
But not forever. Yuushi knew that Atobe couldn't stay goalless forever.
"Build a love-nest with Kaba-chan," he winked.
That much was true, given that since Kabaji expressed happiness over seeing him hunting mangoes, Atobe had been going out on a daily basis to track down all the delicious fruits the island had to offer (and whack the crap out of the trees from which they hung.) He reached over without looking to pinch Yuushi's thigh, but the sadness clouding his expression softened a little, "I don't need to. We're fine as we are....I think..."
"Oh?" Yuushi raised a brow. "So you like to live under bridges now?"
"Our cave is quite opulent..." After noticing the ludicrous nature of his statement, Atobe stifled something approaching laughter against the back of one honey-colored hand. All those hours wandering around outside had rendered him almost unrecognizable to his fan base, if not his friends. He turned a little, stole another sliver of mango, and then asked, "Where are you sleeping?"
Yuushi snorted, "If there were any lips I'd believe that statement from, it would be yours."
Taking a bite of mango, Yuushi leaned back and said, "Oh, wherever. I figure I can sleep on the beach and cave hop." Waggling his brows, he said, "Can I sleep between you and Kaba-chan?"
"Nonsense! You can come and---" Whilst the suggestion hardly shocked Atobe, infact by Yuushi's standards it was positively sedate. He wriggled the tips of his toes through a soft bed of sand, actually hesitating before offering up a response.
Chuckling, Yuushi turned to Atobe, offered a big smile and batted his eyelashes.
Atobe's fingers drifted over to the stick, but he refused the urge to bash Yuushi over the head with it (mainly because Kabaji would get upset if he went around kicking the asses of their old friends.) Instead, he huffily shrugged his shoulders, only to declare, "Do what you like."
"That's very generous of you, sweetheart. But I won't put Kaba-chan through that…though, making you watch me grope him does sound very promising, hmmmm….."
Yuushi would do no such thing, but winding Atobe up was a hobby of his.
That was it. Although he didn't commit to using the stick, Atobe's eyes flashed with a dangerous spark before he went to shove his friend, only to end up being misdirected by his own off-balance posture. With a yelp he landed somewhere far less intentional. His voice was muffed, and thick with possessiveness, "Don't you even dare! I'll get a hit put on you. I swear." It didn't help that his cheeks were sickly with heat, and it wasn't entirely due to the weather.
"So you did miss me, I'm flattered," Yuushi purred at the silver haired man in his naked lap. "But don't worry, your big man isn't my type."
The frazzled side of Keigo was adorable.
"I won't have to have you killed then...not yet anyway." As burned out as he looked at having essentially launched himself at Yuushi's (thankfully covered) crotch, it wasn't as if they hadn't been closer than this during school. The tension which had crystalised inside of him seemed to slowly melt, and with a faint sigh Atobe succumbed to being draped across the other man's lap for the time being, "....I keep upsetting him."
"Oh don't worry, I have a new hit out on my every day," this minute, Hiyoshi was probably plotting his doom. The very thought gave him warm fuzzies.
"I don't remember him being easy to upset…what have you been doing?"
"Half the time I don't even know until I've done it." With a faint groan, the heir rolled over so that his head was cushioned upon Yuushi's thigh, and he could gaze up at him. The softness of his silver hair tickled at the skin which wasn't covered by an immodest portion of blanket, "It's not like I've ever gotten myself this mixed up with anyone."
"Well what are the things that you've done so far to upset him, I'm sure we can establish a pattern, Buchou-dearest."
Lazily, Yuushi pet Atobe's hair and put his own brain to work. "I can't say I have either, but I've read enough novels to know."
The only problem was, that rather than inspiring his mind to correlate those experiences faster, the gentle rake of Yuushi's fingers through his hair only caused Atobe to begin to feel sleepy and annoyingly contented, "...mm....I kept getting lost...and...I really wanted sex..."
Yuushi's deep hum sounded over the scene as he considered. "For the first, I am sure he was worried. Any lover would be upset. And for the second, well, are you his first?" his words came slowly to the sleepy Keigo.
"I suppose so....no one else seems to have cottoned on to how....hm...how good of a boyfriend he is..." The ghost of a smile crossed Atobe's lips, and he let his eyes slide shut for the time being. Since their last mishap, he'd tried to be more considerate, even if it wasn't in his immediate nature to have to do things for himself which didn't involve tennis or training.
"You have to move slower with virgins, my dear," Yuushi crooned. "Seduce them step by step slowly, at your beck and call, so smoothly that they'll think it was their idea all along."
"Hmm...that's not what *you* did with *me.*" The hazy memories of their own hormonal encounters weren't something Atobe had allowed himself to think about for years, but they were a source of both amusement and some odd form of comfort in his half-dozing state.
With a low chuckle, Yuushi said, "You wouldn't have wanted it that way."
Likely, Kabaji would be too scared to take that step without a lot of prompting. The seduction technique would be best. Atobe was the kind of person who would need to be in charge of his own decisions in order to keep their friendship.
"....still we had fun." Yuushi's advice, although tinged with his innate perversion, was sound enough. Kabaji needed to be handed delicately, and with the kind of respect and consideration Atobe wasn't liable to show anyone unless he genuinely put his mind to it. The process wasn't a daunting one, but it mattered in ways that Atobe wasn't sure he could fathom entirely.
"Especially when I had you bent over Sakaki's desk," Yuushi recollected with a wide, perverted grin on his face. "Mmmm, such fond memories of that office…."
"....you gave me bruises. It was so annoying having to make up all those excuses." The pout was evident in Atobe's hazy retort, but he still curled a little closer on the blanket, getting comfortable beside his old friend as if they'd never been apart. His ultimate loyalty was to Kabaji, but there was some peculiar bond between himself and Yuushi ever since the other had first laid hands upon him.
"You weren't complaining at the time," Yuushi reminded him, a smile plastered on his face. "In fact, I explicitly remember you saying harder, harder and I'm such an obedient team member. What could I do but obey?"
Yuushi leaned back, supporting himself on one hand, and stroked Atobe steadily with the other.
".....well at least you knew who was in charge." With his slender legs tucked up onto the blanket, and sling-covered arm nestled close to his chest, Atobe could almost pass for completely unwound (for once.) If nothing else, the island had stripped him of everything that made Atobe such an untouchable presence in the media. His towering ego and the gloss of professional life in the spotlight were both noticably absent; not entirely forgotten or un-learned, but pushed aside by the demands of love and a simpler existence.
"I'm very smart, you know," Yuushi reminded him. "Some people call me a genius."
He stroked a piece of silver hair behind Atobe's ear. Later he would have to exert some of that genius on Atobe's injured arm, but for now, it seemed good that the silver haired man was calm.
"....some people are morons." Having always desired to have the last word, Atobe chose this precise moment to lapse into a shallow doze. His body settled against Yuushi's side in such a way that if he were entirely conscious he would've spent more time bitching about the lack of clothing between them than simply giving in to the urges of his own tired body, "....yuushi..."
Yuushi's chuckle was too low and soft to wake Atobe. He continued to gently ministrate to his friend's form, and replied, "Yes, dear?"
"..glad you're here now..." It was probably for the best that when he finally roused once more, Atobe would be wholly unaware of the rather sweet sentiment he'd let slip in Yuushi's direction.
"Awwww, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," shaking his head, Yuushi added, "And of course you're unconscious."