[fic] Victory (JiAto)
Title: Victory
Author:
crimson_raining
Rating: 14 A
Pairing: JiAto
Word Count: 690
A/N: Inspired by foxfanart's picture ‘I thought he was sleeping’ on DA. This one isn't beta'd -_-;; oh well.
From his vantage point underneath one of the larger trees near the tennis courts the blond could see everything. With practically closed eyes, he watched his buchou through his long lashes. He was tired of being ignored by him, being simply dismissed and taken for grant it. He wasn’t going to let Atobe continue on with that any longer, it was time to knock him off his damn high horse and show him that he was just like the rest of them. Atobe was mortal too.
He had to stop himself from grinning as he saw the diva approaching his tree with slight trepidation, though Jiroh was sure he was the only one able too see it. Still appearing as if he was asleep, he quickly scanned the area to make sure that no one had followed Atobe, he wanted it to be just the two of them for this. Though if Oshitari was hanging around somewhere watching he really wouldn’t mind, it would only mean less explaining and more bragging on his behalf.
Atobe had finally made his way over to him and now stood only a few feet in front of him. The diva looked down at him from his lofty vantage point, he seemed slightly skeptic about Jiroh actually being asleep though he really didn’t act on that suspicion. His cynical look was quickly replaced with one of annoyance as he moved in closer. Jiroh didn’t mind it, though his buchou’s changing expressions made it hard for him to keep up the ruse of sleep. He didn’t think he had wanted to laugh at the Diva as much as he did then in a very long time.
“Jiroh . . .” Atobe said softly, testing to see if he was indeed awake but not wanting to really disturb him. He then bent down so that he was level with the supposedly sleeping blond, face slowly moving closer as he called out again, “Jiroh . . .”
Knowing that he had to wait just a little longer before making his move; Jiroh sat still, breathing perfectly even. Atobe then leaned slightly forward, so that he could kneel on the ground instead of being hunched over and Jiroh pounced.
He quickly lifted his head so that he was now staring his buchou in the eyes. Before Atobe even had time to react, Jiroh fisted his hand in the taller boy’s shirt and pulled him closer. With wide eyes Atobe braced himself against the tree with one hand as his knees hit the ground hard. Then all of a sudden Jiroh’s soft lips were on his, forceful and demanding. He tried to pull his head away and open his mouth in an attempt to voice his confusion and was quickly silenced by Jiroh pulling him closer and slipping his tongue into his mouth.
Atobe’s protests quickly dissipated and he melted into the kiss, allowing Jiroh to pull his body closer. The hand that had been tangled in his shirt was now buried in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other curled around his waist, holding their bodies flush against each other. Atobe gave out a soft moan as he moved his own hands to touch and hold the smaller blond. His moan grew louder as Jiroh lightly rubbed his leg into Atobe’s crotch, sending shivers up the boy’s spine.
So absorbed in each other, neither of them noticed someone approaching until a deep, throaty chuckle sounded from above them. Atobe gave out a squeak and practically flew off of the smaller blond before Jiroh just pushed him to the ground, rolled on top of him and then looked up to see Oshitari smiling down at the two of them.
“Is there something you want Oshitari-kun?” Jiroh tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice as much as he could, even if he knew he would fail spectacularly.
“Oh, please don’t mind me,” Oshitari slowly drawled, amusement clear in his voice, “I’m just passing through.”
Jiroh gave Oshitari a smile and waved him along before turning back Atobe, “Now where did we leave off . . .”
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