On the Second day of Fic-mas
On the second day of Fic-mas, Dria wrote drunken Golden Pair x Gakuto for pixxers and then had to go to church...
There's something really wrong with that sentence but I can't figure out what exactly ^_^;
Oh and it's my birthday today. I've been twenty two for all of... *checks clock* ten minutes.
Title: Playing with the Enemy
Pairing: Oishi/Eiji/Gakuto in no particular order.
Requested by: pixxers (who else?)
Summary: Grown-up Oishi is inebriated in a club and being mauled by a red-head. Oh dear...
Something’s not right here.
It wasn’t much of a thought and certainly no kind of warning for what was to follow, but it was the only warning the universe decided to give Oishi Shuichiro so he had to make do with it.
The thought moved its way to the front of his befuddled brain through a mess of alcohol and arousal, trying desperately to point out to the distracted young man how utterly doomed he was. Unfortunately Oishi was both too drunk and too preoccupied to notice. The only thing Oishi could pay attention to was the hand that was working determinedly on his shirt buttons while the mouth of the same person remained latched onto his neck. It was a very pleasant distraction, all shivers and drawn-out caresses with the occasional spark of a muttered curse or a graze of teeth against skin that had been kissed to the point where anything tickled.
So considering the pleasurable onslaught he was under, it was possibly understandable why it took Oishi several minutes to figure out what his eyes and brain were trying to tell him.
...Eiji was standing in front of him.
Then who the hell...
The crimson head rose and a sly smile swam into focus. Oishi was pretty sure, despite the alcohol, that the last time he’d seen that smile accompanied by that distinctive, pointed hair cut it had been on a tennis court and he definitely hadn’t been playing alongside it.
‘Mukahi!’
...Ahh that explained it.
With a leap and a stretch, Gakuto disentangled himself from Oishi and stood up. He was looking, to Oishi’s eyes at least, extremely pleased with himself, somehow managing to swagger unevenly across the few feet of floor that separated Oishi from his righteously indignant boyfriend.
And it had been such a peaceful evening so far.
When the inevitable argument featuring raised voices and Eiji’s finger being brandished underneath Gakuto’s nose appeared, Oishi did what was expected and made to stand up. He was well aware of how inebriated he was, and how turned on (still), but that wasn’t going to get one or any of them thrown out of the club for disorderly behaviour. Well, only if they started having a threesome right here on the couch…
Oishi paused, squinting a little through the flickering lights that concentrated themselves on the dance floor and so threw the two arguing tennis players into stark silhouette. As concerned as he was about how the argument might progress, Oishi couldn’t ignore the way one look at his boyfriend made his stomach clench and his cock twitch. The reaction had nothing to do with either the alcohol or the way Mukahi Gakuto had been mauling his neck just a moment ago and everything to do with Eiji standing no more than three feet away with the few remaining upturned flicks of his hair catching the distorting lights, his hands now resting on leather covered hips and a thin shirt hanging half open that did nothing to hide the toned muscles and smooth skin a decade of tennis had given him.
Finally dragging his gaze away from Eiji’s visible navel, Oishi gave Gakuto a quick look over that then refused to end. The hair colour was the only similarity, and even that vanished in a situation like this because after so many hours of dancing in a heated club, Eiji’s hair was fluffy underneath and curling where it shouldn’t as the lights dyed it pink, orange and yellow, while Gakuto’s hair still hung straight and sharp, the ends clinging to one another and to his skin as the temperature made him sweat. The heat in the room may not have been the only cause for Gakuto’s flushed face however, Eiji was looking even sexier than usual tonight and Oishi wondered if Gakuto had noticed that too. It was certainly true that Gakuto’s stance was becoming less defensive, his arms unfolded themselves from across his chest and his head tilted first to one side and then to that.
A new uncomfortable feeling settled in Oishi’s stomach when he realised that while the voices of the two were still raised, it wasn’t because they were shouting at each other.
‘...so go back to your own doubles partner if you’re feeling horny!’
Oishi had always known that the word "doubles" stood out to him regardless of the context, he’d caught himself half-turning on busy streets simply because someone nearby had uttered it and it always, always made him think of Eiji even on those days when he didn’t want to. What had enabled him to hear it this time though was a break in the music, a fumbled pause on the DJ’s behalf that handed Oishi a way into the conversation he could no longer claim was an argument.
‘What’s the matter Kikumaru? No sense of adventure?’ Gakuto had his hands in his pockets now, half-imitating Eiji’s pose but adding a slant to his own hips that transformed the stance from annoyed to slutty.
Oishi blinked and gave his head a shake, had he really just thought that?
‘Besides,’ Gakuto was continuing, ‘Yuushi’s playing arm candy for Atobe tonight at some posh reception.’
Gakuto didn’t look the least bit concerned about this and Oishi wondered if Oshitari knew what his partner got up to when he wasn’t around. A memory of the last time he’d met Oshitari Yuushi at some college sporting event filtered through the alcoholic haze of Oishi’s brain. He couldn’t recall many of the details now but the image of that face smirking for a reason Oishi still couldn’t fathom told him that Oshitari probably knew exactly what Gakuto was liable to do when he was bored. For some reason that simply made Oishi feel even more uncomfortable.
Returning his attention to the conversation was easy (and something of a relief) when he heard his name get a mention. It was Gakuto again, wearing a smirk of his own that didn’t seem to be provoking Eiji the way Oishi would have expected. ‘That and Oishi makes such cute little sounds when you lick the right spot...’
‘Don’t presume to call my boyfriend cute!’
‘Well I’m not calling him handsome; he’s not Yuushi so...’ The voices promptly dropped a little further out of Oishi’s hearing, returning Oishi to his state of inebriated confusion.
One of them, probably Gakuto although it could have been Eiji, had taken a step towards the other because Oishi was sure that the gap between them was less than it had been. Eiji had gained an inch or two over Gakuto in height somewhere along the line, though Gakuto was probably quite used to looking up his nose at people on the occasions when he couldn’t look down, and as the lights continued to flicker Oishi had to admit they made a pretty attractive silhouette.
A change of pace as the music shifted from one song to the next gave Oishi another snippet of the exchange, ‘Come on, haven’t you ever thought about trying something a little... different?’ but that was all he could catch before a fast-paced dance number threw itself at the crowd.
Slumping back further on the padded seat, Oishi tried to resist the urge to yawn. The warm environment and the alcohol were combining to make him sleepy and as the minutes slipped past he was feeling less in need of someone to pin him to a bed or some other vaguely flat surface and fuck him senseless and more like he needed a sweet kiss and a hug before being presented with a comfortable shoulder to drift off on. Eiji was still out of arm’s reach and even Gakuto now appeared to prefer to flirt with the other member of the Golden Pair judging by the hand he’d just laid on Eiji’s arm.
Weary, warm and completely confused, Oishi rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand because that image didn’t make any sense and when at last he was able to focus again, he looked up to find himself being regarded by the two of them. Two different faces split into identical grins that not even an alcoholic haze could soften and in that moment Oishi knew he was in trouble.
***
Oishi’s reflection blinked back at him, water dripping off the end of his nose and from the bits of hair that had worked loose to join the two usual strands that always insisted on hanging down over his forehead. He didn’t feel drunk anymore, that light-headed confusion had been chased away by too many hands and tongues and mouths and way too much crimson hair. He’d been right about the trouble just as Gakuto had been right about just how dark that corner of the club was. He’d been right that his opinion wasn’t considered important by the other two, though he hadn’t had much chance of voicing his agreement when Eiji’s tongue was trailing across his own and his hands were being encouraged to find the zip on Gakuto’s jeans.
Despite the fact that he’d been outnumbered two to one, Gakuto seemed to have got the most out of the night’s encounter. It was a belated realisation, hitting Oishi way too late now that they were safely home and he was washing his face and cleaning his teeth while Eiji hummed loudly in the shower. Possibly it was the memory of the wide smirk on Gakuto’s face that had appeared as he’d waved goodbye to them; a smirk that, in Oishi’s memory at least, shared some worrying similarities with someone else’s. It wasn’t that Oishi hadn’t got what he’d wanted, the stains on his shirt that he hadn’t noticed until he was able to see himself reflected back in the full glare of artificial lighting told him he had, it was just that Gakuto seemed to have got... more.
In the half-misted up mirror, Eiji took one step out of the shower stall and another to bring him up against Oishi’s back. The last of the teenage years had given Eiji the height he needed so that he could now rest his chin comfortably on Oishi’s shoulder, the more determined flicks of his hair now tickled Oishi’s cheek and dropped water into his ear. Hands sliding down Oishi’s stomach to the waistband of his underwear, Eiji’s sleepy expression twisted into one of disgust even though his eyes remained closed, ‘You need to take a shower even more than I did.’
‘Er... Eiji?’
Eiji cracked an eye open and looked at the Oishi-reflection. ‘Yeah?’
‘Why did... why did we do that?’
Eiji’s grin was crooked and tried to twist itself into a yawn but he somehow managed to convey his amusement at Oishi’s question all the same. Despite the sticky residue on Oishi’s clothes, Eiji gave him a possessive squeeze as he answered, ‘Because now that whiny brat knows what he’s missing out on.’ Choking on a combination of a chuckle and a yawn, Eiji gave Oishi a push in the direction of the shower before adding smugly, ‘And Gakuto thought Oshitari was well endowed.’
End
Tomorrow is Kime and Ion being... Kime and Ion for dazhrak.
There's something really wrong with that sentence but I can't figure out what exactly ^_^;
Oh and it's my birthday today. I've been twenty two for all of... *checks clock* ten minutes.
Title: Playing with the Enemy
Pairing: Oishi/Eiji/Gakuto in no particular order.
Requested by: pixxers (who else?)
Summary: Grown-up Oishi is inebriated in a club and being mauled by a red-head. Oh dear...
Something’s not right here.
It wasn’t much of a thought and certainly no kind of warning for what was to follow, but it was the only warning the universe decided to give Oishi Shuichiro so he had to make do with it.
The thought moved its way to the front of his befuddled brain through a mess of alcohol and arousal, trying desperately to point out to the distracted young man how utterly doomed he was. Unfortunately Oishi was both too drunk and too preoccupied to notice. The only thing Oishi could pay attention to was the hand that was working determinedly on his shirt buttons while the mouth of the same person remained latched onto his neck. It was a very pleasant distraction, all shivers and drawn-out caresses with the occasional spark of a muttered curse or a graze of teeth against skin that had been kissed to the point where anything tickled.
So considering the pleasurable onslaught he was under, it was possibly understandable why it took Oishi several minutes to figure out what his eyes and brain were trying to tell him.
...Eiji was standing in front of him.
Then who the hell...
The crimson head rose and a sly smile swam into focus. Oishi was pretty sure, despite the alcohol, that the last time he’d seen that smile accompanied by that distinctive, pointed hair cut it had been on a tennis court and he definitely hadn’t been playing alongside it.
‘Mukahi!’
...Ahh that explained it.
With a leap and a stretch, Gakuto disentangled himself from Oishi and stood up. He was looking, to Oishi’s eyes at least, extremely pleased with himself, somehow managing to swagger unevenly across the few feet of floor that separated Oishi from his righteously indignant boyfriend.
And it had been such a peaceful evening so far.
When the inevitable argument featuring raised voices and Eiji’s finger being brandished underneath Gakuto’s nose appeared, Oishi did what was expected and made to stand up. He was well aware of how inebriated he was, and how turned on (still), but that wasn’t going to get one or any of them thrown out of the club for disorderly behaviour. Well, only if they started having a threesome right here on the couch…
Oishi paused, squinting a little through the flickering lights that concentrated themselves on the dance floor and so threw the two arguing tennis players into stark silhouette. As concerned as he was about how the argument might progress, Oishi couldn’t ignore the way one look at his boyfriend made his stomach clench and his cock twitch. The reaction had nothing to do with either the alcohol or the way Mukahi Gakuto had been mauling his neck just a moment ago and everything to do with Eiji standing no more than three feet away with the few remaining upturned flicks of his hair catching the distorting lights, his hands now resting on leather covered hips and a thin shirt hanging half open that did nothing to hide the toned muscles and smooth skin a decade of tennis had given him.
Finally dragging his gaze away from Eiji’s visible navel, Oishi gave Gakuto a quick look over that then refused to end. The hair colour was the only similarity, and even that vanished in a situation like this because after so many hours of dancing in a heated club, Eiji’s hair was fluffy underneath and curling where it shouldn’t as the lights dyed it pink, orange and yellow, while Gakuto’s hair still hung straight and sharp, the ends clinging to one another and to his skin as the temperature made him sweat. The heat in the room may not have been the only cause for Gakuto’s flushed face however, Eiji was looking even sexier than usual tonight and Oishi wondered if Gakuto had noticed that too. It was certainly true that Gakuto’s stance was becoming less defensive, his arms unfolded themselves from across his chest and his head tilted first to one side and then to that.
A new uncomfortable feeling settled in Oishi’s stomach when he realised that while the voices of the two were still raised, it wasn’t because they were shouting at each other.
‘...so go back to your own doubles partner if you’re feeling horny!’
Oishi had always known that the word "doubles" stood out to him regardless of the context, he’d caught himself half-turning on busy streets simply because someone nearby had uttered it and it always, always made him think of Eiji even on those days when he didn’t want to. What had enabled him to hear it this time though was a break in the music, a fumbled pause on the DJ’s behalf that handed Oishi a way into the conversation he could no longer claim was an argument.
‘What’s the matter Kikumaru? No sense of adventure?’ Gakuto had his hands in his pockets now, half-imitating Eiji’s pose but adding a slant to his own hips that transformed the stance from annoyed to slutty.
Oishi blinked and gave his head a shake, had he really just thought that?
‘Besides,’ Gakuto was continuing, ‘Yuushi’s playing arm candy for Atobe tonight at some posh reception.’
Gakuto didn’t look the least bit concerned about this and Oishi wondered if Oshitari knew what his partner got up to when he wasn’t around. A memory of the last time he’d met Oshitari Yuushi at some college sporting event filtered through the alcoholic haze of Oishi’s brain. He couldn’t recall many of the details now but the image of that face smirking for a reason Oishi still couldn’t fathom told him that Oshitari probably knew exactly what Gakuto was liable to do when he was bored. For some reason that simply made Oishi feel even more uncomfortable.
Returning his attention to the conversation was easy (and something of a relief) when he heard his name get a mention. It was Gakuto again, wearing a smirk of his own that didn’t seem to be provoking Eiji the way Oishi would have expected. ‘That and Oishi makes such cute little sounds when you lick the right spot...’
‘Don’t presume to call my boyfriend cute!’
‘Well I’m not calling him handsome; he’s not Yuushi so...’ The voices promptly dropped a little further out of Oishi’s hearing, returning Oishi to his state of inebriated confusion.
One of them, probably Gakuto although it could have been Eiji, had taken a step towards the other because Oishi was sure that the gap between them was less than it had been. Eiji had gained an inch or two over Gakuto in height somewhere along the line, though Gakuto was probably quite used to looking up his nose at people on the occasions when he couldn’t look down, and as the lights continued to flicker Oishi had to admit they made a pretty attractive silhouette.
A change of pace as the music shifted from one song to the next gave Oishi another snippet of the exchange, ‘Come on, haven’t you ever thought about trying something a little... different?’ but that was all he could catch before a fast-paced dance number threw itself at the crowd.
Slumping back further on the padded seat, Oishi tried to resist the urge to yawn. The warm environment and the alcohol were combining to make him sleepy and as the minutes slipped past he was feeling less in need of someone to pin him to a bed or some other vaguely flat surface and fuck him senseless and more like he needed a sweet kiss and a hug before being presented with a comfortable shoulder to drift off on. Eiji was still out of arm’s reach and even Gakuto now appeared to prefer to flirt with the other member of the Golden Pair judging by the hand he’d just laid on Eiji’s arm.
Weary, warm and completely confused, Oishi rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand because that image didn’t make any sense and when at last he was able to focus again, he looked up to find himself being regarded by the two of them. Two different faces split into identical grins that not even an alcoholic haze could soften and in that moment Oishi knew he was in trouble.
***
Oishi’s reflection blinked back at him, water dripping off the end of his nose and from the bits of hair that had worked loose to join the two usual strands that always insisted on hanging down over his forehead. He didn’t feel drunk anymore, that light-headed confusion had been chased away by too many hands and tongues and mouths and way too much crimson hair. He’d been right about the trouble just as Gakuto had been right about just how dark that corner of the club was. He’d been right that his opinion wasn’t considered important by the other two, though he hadn’t had much chance of voicing his agreement when Eiji’s tongue was trailing across his own and his hands were being encouraged to find the zip on Gakuto’s jeans.
Despite the fact that he’d been outnumbered two to one, Gakuto seemed to have got the most out of the night’s encounter. It was a belated realisation, hitting Oishi way too late now that they were safely home and he was washing his face and cleaning his teeth while Eiji hummed loudly in the shower. Possibly it was the memory of the wide smirk on Gakuto’s face that had appeared as he’d waved goodbye to them; a smirk that, in Oishi’s memory at least, shared some worrying similarities with someone else’s. It wasn’t that Oishi hadn’t got what he’d wanted, the stains on his shirt that he hadn’t noticed until he was able to see himself reflected back in the full glare of artificial lighting told him he had, it was just that Gakuto seemed to have got... more.
In the half-misted up mirror, Eiji took one step out of the shower stall and another to bring him up against Oishi’s back. The last of the teenage years had given Eiji the height he needed so that he could now rest his chin comfortably on Oishi’s shoulder, the more determined flicks of his hair now tickled Oishi’s cheek and dropped water into his ear. Hands sliding down Oishi’s stomach to the waistband of his underwear, Eiji’s sleepy expression twisted into one of disgust even though his eyes remained closed, ‘You need to take a shower even more than I did.’
‘Er... Eiji?’
Eiji cracked an eye open and looked at the Oishi-reflection. ‘Yeah?’
‘Why did... why did we do that?’
Eiji’s grin was crooked and tried to twist itself into a yawn but he somehow managed to convey his amusement at Oishi’s question all the same. Despite the sticky residue on Oishi’s clothes, Eiji gave him a possessive squeeze as he answered, ‘Because now that whiny brat knows what he’s missing out on.’ Choking on a combination of a chuckle and a yawn, Eiji gave Oishi a push in the direction of the shower before adding smugly, ‘And Gakuto thought Oshitari was well endowed.’
End
Tomorrow is Kime and Ion being... Kime and Ion for dazhrak.