Ore-sama Olympics Entry, Round One.
Title: Of Heartbeats and Flowers
Artist: Hiyoshi Wakashi (gekokujyoutotop)
Rating: PG-13 for brief mentions of sex.
Pairing/Fandom: Ryoma/ Tezuka, Ryoma/Atobe
Theme: "If I had one wish"
Notes: I was listening to the new Snow Patrol song, Chasing Cars, and I decided that I'd do Atobe's Ore-sama Olympics, after all. And to shut him up. All that whining about how no one is participating but three people is getting on the nerves.
Also, thank you to Light for beta'ing.
A tilt of the head; Ryoma looks at his buchou and frowns. Let's go watch the stars, he'd said, and Ryoma isn't sure if he heard right. But Tezuka repeats it, and Ryoma allows a small smile to lift up the corners of his mouth. "Aa," he replies, soft but firm. They lay side-by-side, silent and still, and the crickets chirp in their ears and heartbeats drum out the rhythm of their songs. They are alone and not; they are together. Together, they forget the world.
Ore-sama wishes you to sit with him for a while. Ryoma pauses; Tezuka is still in Germany and it's wrong of him to be thinking of Atobe like this. He nods nonetheless, and they sit, watching the flowers blow gently in the breeze. The air around them is heavy with the beautiful scents and it is then that Atobe leans in and presses a kiss to Ryoma's lips-- soft and sweet, like gardenias or daffodils, or maybe even roses-- and Ryoma wishes he hadn't enjoyed it, after it was over. When he's lying in bed, pretending it's he and Tezuka with heartbeats and chirps and stars.
His heart skips a beat; Ryoma watches, and it's all so slow and it's almost as if time has stopped, only for them two, as Tezuka's face lowers and their lips meld in a passionate kiss-- because when had Tezuka ever settled for less than passionate?-- and his eyes slide shut and he feels Tezuka-- heartbeats and chirps and stars-- and it’s perfect. He smiles, later, soft and sweet, as he watches Tezuka-- bathed in the moonlight, his nude body looks almost ethereal and so peaceful-- sleep in their field of stars and chirps and heartbeats, slowing down for the night.
Ore-sama wishes you would relax. Ryoma tries, but it’s been so long, and it’s painful, but then Atobe is fully sheathed in him and it’s burning pain but when Atobe hits that one spot, Ryoma cries out in pleasure. Or maybe he’s crying out in pain, for his buchou, his field of stars and heartbeats and chirps, because he never had that with Atobe. But it’s Atobe who is kissing him right now, with lips like flowers and something so Atobe, and Ryoma is drowning in the sweet scent of Atobe and pleasure and then...it all stills, and he wishes. Wishes he hadn’t done it, hadn’t liked it.
Two heated looks; Ryoma watches. Waits. There is nothing but silence and Ryoma shudders as one pair of eyes slide to lock with his, in accusing anger that sends his heart plummeting into his stomach. Footsteps echo, walking away, and with them go the chirps and the heartbeats and the stars. Ryoma stares, eyes bright with wetness as Atobe curls his lip at him. Ore-sama thinks you would be better without him. Stay. And Ryoma is falling into those arms, sweet and heady and then, sickeningly too much and he gasps. “No,” he says. “No. I wish...I want...” He stops, and he knows what he wants, what he’s always wanted.
He just wishes he’d said something sooner.
I might be encouraged to write a more happier sequel.
Artist: Hiyoshi Wakashi (gekokujyoutotop)
Rating: PG-13 for brief mentions of sex.
Pairing/Fandom: Ryoma/ Tezuka, Ryoma/Atobe
Theme: "If I had one wish"
Notes: I was listening to the new Snow Patrol song, Chasing Cars, and I decided that I'd do Atobe's Ore-sama Olympics, after all. And to shut him up. All that whining about how no one is participating but three people is getting on the nerves.
Also, thank you to Light for beta'ing.
A tilt of the head; Ryoma looks at his buchou and frowns. Let's go watch the stars, he'd said, and Ryoma isn't sure if he heard right. But Tezuka repeats it, and Ryoma allows a small smile to lift up the corners of his mouth. "Aa," he replies, soft but firm. They lay side-by-side, silent and still, and the crickets chirp in their ears and heartbeats drum out the rhythm of their songs. They are alone and not; they are together. Together, they forget the world.
Ore-sama wishes you to sit with him for a while. Ryoma pauses; Tezuka is still in Germany and it's wrong of him to be thinking of Atobe like this. He nods nonetheless, and they sit, watching the flowers blow gently in the breeze. The air around them is heavy with the beautiful scents and it is then that Atobe leans in and presses a kiss to Ryoma's lips-- soft and sweet, like gardenias or daffodils, or maybe even roses-- and Ryoma wishes he hadn't enjoyed it, after it was over. When he's lying in bed, pretending it's he and Tezuka with heartbeats and chirps and stars.
His heart skips a beat; Ryoma watches, and it's all so slow and it's almost as if time has stopped, only for them two, as Tezuka's face lowers and their lips meld in a passionate kiss-- because when had Tezuka ever settled for less than passionate?-- and his eyes slide shut and he feels Tezuka-- heartbeats and chirps and stars-- and it’s perfect. He smiles, later, soft and sweet, as he watches Tezuka-- bathed in the moonlight, his nude body looks almost ethereal and so peaceful-- sleep in their field of stars and chirps and heartbeats, slowing down for the night.
Ore-sama wishes you would relax. Ryoma tries, but it’s been so long, and it’s painful, but then Atobe is fully sheathed in him and it’s burning pain but when Atobe hits that one spot, Ryoma cries out in pleasure. Or maybe he’s crying out in pain, for his buchou, his field of stars and heartbeats and chirps, because he never had that with Atobe. But it’s Atobe who is kissing him right now, with lips like flowers and something so Atobe, and Ryoma is drowning in the sweet scent of Atobe and pleasure and then...it all stills, and he wishes. Wishes he hadn’t done it, hadn’t liked it.
Two heated looks; Ryoma watches. Waits. There is nothing but silence and Ryoma shudders as one pair of eyes slide to lock with his, in accusing anger that sends his heart plummeting into his stomach. Footsteps echo, walking away, and with them go the chirps and the heartbeats and the stars. Ryoma stares, eyes bright with wetness as Atobe curls his lip at him. Ore-sama thinks you would be better without him. Stay. And Ryoma is falling into those arms, sweet and heady and then, sickeningly too much and he gasps. “No,” he says. “No. I wish...I want...” He stops, and he knows what he wants, what he’s always wanted.
He just wishes he’d said something sooner.
I might be encouraged to write a more happier sequel.