[PoT]:: Sanada/Atobe You Picked Me.
Title: You Picked Me.
Pairing: Sanada/Atobe (Oshitari/Tezuka)
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/kisses/ 2,254
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Atobe throws a fit, Sanada studies to hard, and Oshitari tries to hide his boyfriend.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments. This is really pure indulgence on darkelfgrl's request. College aged boys, and well established relationships.
For darkelfgrl
Atobe scowled at his phone. For the third time, Sanada's phone had gone straight to voice mail, not bothering to leave a second message, he simply put his phone back in his pocket. The house was quiet, his parents in England for the holidays. Atobe had fought tooth and nail to come back to Japan, despite knowing that he would be alone. He had spent the previous holiday season in England by himself, his father citing that it would be a growing experience, and a chance to get to know his university friends better. For the most part he loathed it. His friends at university were mainly acquaintances, though there were a few that had started to blur that line. But the people he had left behind in Japan--those were the ones that he truly loved and trusted.
It had also hurt to tell Sanada that he wouldn't be home for that first Christmas. They had started fooling around in high school, tensions on the tennis court being relieved by frantic groping and sloppy kisses hidden out of view of their teammates. It had evolved into something delicate, something that Atobe wanted to treasure. Something that caused his father to look at him as a man, and not just the heir apparent to the Atobe name. Sanada had impressed Atobe's father, something that few managed to do. Their relationship had suffered a bit due to the distance, but when Atobe was in Japan, he was home. So in his second year of university, Atobe put his foot down, bought a ticket to Japan with his own money and flew back.
Oshitari had picked him up from the airport the day before Christmas. Atobe nearly hadn't recognized the lanky, dark haired man. Oshitari had ditched the glasses, let his hair grow halfway down his back and had gained muscle. It was lean and he wasn't completely bulky, but the physical look and that voice made Atobe pause for a few moments considering other options, and wonder how Sanada felt about sharing. That was, at least, until he saw how Oshitari's face had softened when he got a text from someone. Atobe still hadn't figured it out.
Atobe checked his phone again, flopping backward onto the bed. No texts. He checked the service, and finding that he was still perfectly fine, tossed the phone to the end of the bed frustrated. There was a knock on the door, it opened, and Oshitari slunk in. He draped himself on the chair at Atobe's desk, watching him, chin resting on the palm of a hand.
"I heard Sanada's bogged down with exams."
"I know." A weight lifted off of Atobe's shoulders, and chest. There had been part of him that had wondered if Sanada was ignoring him.
"He's missed you a lot." Oshitari grinned wickedly at him. "We talk when he gets mopey."
"He gets mopey?"
"You have no idea." Oshitari pushed his hair out of his face. "Depressed, and moody. Though you can't really tell the difference." A wide, even grin nearly split the other man's face. "He pulls his cap down and starts muttering about the pride of Rikkai…" He howled with laughter ducking the pillow that Atobe threw at him. Oshitari's phone vibrated violently, Atobe watching as Oshitari snatched it up, expression changing once more.
"Everything okay?" Atobe sat up, genuinely interested.
"It's fine." Oshitari said, typing out a reply, a small smile on his face. "Just making plans for later."
"With who?"
"A friend."
"Who?"
"A friend from university. I'll introduce you." Oshitari said, "Eventually. We're in a delicate situation right now. We slept together, and we're figuring out what we are now."
"Oh." Atobe looked away. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, we'll just figure things out."
"Do I know him?"
"Atobe."
"Sorry." Atobe flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I came by to tell you that Sanada's in the library. His phone is dead. You know damn well he doesn’t charge it."
Atobe grinned, heart pounding a bit harder in his chest at the thought of seeing Sanada. "You want to come with me?"
The chair squeaked as Oshitari got out of it. "No thanks." A small smile. "I'm meeting up with my ah… friend." He moved over to the bed, holding out a hand and helped Atobe to his feet. "If I don't see you, which I don't think I will, Merry Christmas." Oshitari pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." With that, Oshitari left the room, Atobe listening to the other man thunder down the stairs.
Atobe went to his closet, pulled clothes out of it, wanting to change, so he at least looked like he hadn't laid around all day. He headed into the city, tracking down the university library. It was practically empty, most of the students had gone home for a couple days of rest. He spotted Sanada in the back corner, his back to the room. Atobe walked up, fingers brushing along broad shoulders, teasing with the hair that brushed the back of Sanada's shirt collar.
"I thought you weren't coming in until later." Sanada looked up from the book. It was obvious that he hadn't been sleeping well, deep shadows were under the other man's eyes.
"You're a day off." Atobe glanced around, seeing that no one could really see what they were doing. He draped himself over Sanada's back, chin resting on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I would have--"
"Oshitari had promised to pick me up when I first told him I was coming home." Atobe's hands splayed across Sanada's chest, feeling the man's heartbeat under his fingers. "Can you stop for the night?" Spread out on the table in front of Sanada were pages upon pages of notes, text books highlighted, a few books with post-it notes sticking out of them.
Sanada closed the book in front of him, though Atobe knew it took effort for the man to stop. "I want to spend time with you." He turned his head, the lightest brush of lips against Atobe's own sent his heart pounding wildly.
It was early afternoon, but Atobe could hear the weariness in Sanada's voice. "Let's go take a nap." He slowly untangled himself from the other man.
"A nap?" Sanada arched an eyebrow at him.
"Yes. A nap." Atobe handed Sanada the backpack on the floor. "You look exhausted, and I've been on a plane for god knows how long."
They ended back at Sanada's cramped apartment, tangled together on two futons pushed together. Sanada had fallen asleep almost instantly, Atobe amused at how much the other man had protested, even as his eyes had closed, breathing evening out. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching Sanada for a few moments. He reached out, touch feather light, tracing along sharp cheekbones, and down along Sanada's jaw. Atobe's thumb brushed along Sanada's lower lip, before settling in next to him.
When Atobe woke up, the apartment was a wash of oranges and reds, the sunset illuminating the space. Sanada was curled up on his side, back to Atobe. "You better not be reading." Atobe murmured, poking Sanada in the back.
"I'm not." Sanada rolled back over to face Atobe. "I was just trying to figure out how to wake you up. You were snoring."
"I don't snore."
"Yes, you do." Sanada's lips twitched up in a rare smile. "I knew my neighbors would complain about the noise eventually, but I didn't think it would be because of your snoring."
"I do not snore." Atobe sat up, hair mussed, glaring dangerously at the other man. "Take it back."
Sanada rolled his eyes. "Fine, Atobe Keigo does not snore." He got to his feet, pulling Atobe up as well. "You do however, talk in your sleep." Atobe shoved playfully at Sanada, watching as the other man got changed.
"Let's go get something to eat and bring it back."
Outside was chilly, Atobe grateful that he brought along his winter coat. It was milder than in England, but when the wind picked up, it made him shiver. Sanada walked next to him, a quiet, reassuring presence as Atobe talked about classmates and coursework. The picked up dinner from a street stall, Sanada fighting with him momentarily to gain possession of the bag holding their food. Sanada stopped outside a crowded coffee ship, and turned to Atobe.
"Want me to go in and get some for us?" Atobe took the bag with their dinner, and watched as Sanada went into the cramped shop. He grinned to himself, feeling a sense of pride when both men and women turned to look at Sanada who stood taller than most of them, broader and so handsome. He was jerked out of his thoughts when someone collided with him.
"Excuse you." Atobe turned, icy expression fading when he saw just who bumped into him. "Tezuka." A smirk graced his face.
"Atobe." Tezuka ducked his head. "Having a good vacation?"
"I just arrived." Atobe glanced back toward the shop. Sanada was still in the queue though closer to the barista than before. "Do you have time for a match at some point."
"I should be able to." Tezuka replied. Atobe had followed the other man's career extensively. "I have a few more days here before I have to return to train."
"I look forward to it." Atobe could barely contain his excitement.
"Tezuka do you want to just try another place?"
Atobe peered around Tezuka to see Oshitari holding a bag from another take away restaurant. "Oshitari?"
"Atobe." Oshitari said smoothly, but Atobe noticed the flash of color on the man's face, and the glance between Atobe and Tezuka.
"Your university friend?"
"Not here, Atobe."
"I thought you told him." That was Tezuka, who for once looked amused.
"I was working on it. You know how he gets."
"How who gets Yuushi?" Atobe arched an eyebrow.
"When it comes to Tezuka, you tend to blow things out of proportion."
Atobe felt something swell in his chest, and he straightened. "We will have to talk."
"Naturally." Oshitari's tone matched Atobe's, each syllable just as icy.
"Ready to go?" Sanada had come up behind him, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands.
"Did you know about this?" Atobe gestured between Oshitari and Tezuka.
"I'll call you." Tezuka patted Atobe on the shoulder. "For a match." Atobe watched, refusing to give into the slack-jawed shock that was going through his system, as Oshitari and Tezuka walked off together.
"In a way I did." Sanada said as they went back to his apartment. "Oshitari was talking to me, and I figured out who he was talking about." He took a sip of his coffee. "At first I thought he was talking about you, until I saw the article he had written." They paused outside, Sanada fussing with the key to his apartment.
Atobe remembered that article, it was one that Oshitari had first written when he had picked up a part time job at a magazine. With that article the other man had gotten his foot in the door, and was nearly as busy with work as he was school. "Oh." They sat on the low couch, Sanada propping his feet up on the coffee table.
"You know he's not trying to hide it from you." Sanada said, handing Atobe a Styrofoam container of chicken slathered in spicy sauce. "You do tend to get into junior high mode when it comes to Tezuka." There was a slight tint of humor to his voice.
"I don't do it on purpose." Atobe shoveled food into his mouth.
"Just remember to stay calm when you see him." Sanada on the other hand was the more delicate eater at the moment, picking apart his beef. "He didn’t intentionally keep it from you."
"Yeah, yeah." Atobe reached for Sanada's other hand when he was finished with his own meal. He laced his fingers with Sanada's. "Your exams are almost done right?"
"They are done." Sanada had finished his food, set both containers back in the bag and placed it in the trash, and come back to the couch. "What I was working on are the assignments for the first month of courses."
"Why are you getting that far ahead?" Atobe lifted his head from Sanada's shoulder. There was some variety show playing, but neither were really paying attention. Soft, gentle touches, stolen kisses between conversation and catching up. Atobe felt as though he had come home.
"I won't be in class for the first month." Sanada replied as though it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm going to go visit my boyfriend. He's in England. Maybe you know him."
Atobe shifted his weight to slide into Sanada's lap. "You were coming to visit me?" His hands framed Sanada's face, grinning like a fool.
"You sounded like you weren't sure if you were going to be coming here. So I figured some things out." Sanada's hands slid up and down Atobe's sides, groaning into the kiss when Atobe closed the distance between them.
Their kisses lingered, touches sliding under clothing, which eventually was tossed aside. They stayed on the couch, simply touching and kissing. Between kisses they talked, catching up. Atobe pulled a blanket up over the both of them, when Sanada's conversation slowed, breathing evening out. Atobe burrowed against the other man, not wanting to move, knowing both of them would be sore in the morning.
Pairing: Sanada/Atobe (Oshitari/Tezuka)
Rating/Contains/Word count: Pg-13/kisses/ 2,254
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from Prince of Tennis.
Summary: In which Atobe throws a fit, Sanada studies to hard, and Oshitari tries to hide his boyfriend.
Notes: Please let me know your thoughts/constructive crit/comments. This is really pure indulgence on darkelfgrl's request. College aged boys, and well established relationships.
For darkelfgrl
Atobe scowled at his phone. For the third time, Sanada's phone had gone straight to voice mail, not bothering to leave a second message, he simply put his phone back in his pocket. The house was quiet, his parents in England for the holidays. Atobe had fought tooth and nail to come back to Japan, despite knowing that he would be alone. He had spent the previous holiday season in England by himself, his father citing that it would be a growing experience, and a chance to get to know his university friends better. For the most part he loathed it. His friends at university were mainly acquaintances, though there were a few that had started to blur that line. But the people he had left behind in Japan--those were the ones that he truly loved and trusted.
It had also hurt to tell Sanada that he wouldn't be home for that first Christmas. They had started fooling around in high school, tensions on the tennis court being relieved by frantic groping and sloppy kisses hidden out of view of their teammates. It had evolved into something delicate, something that Atobe wanted to treasure. Something that caused his father to look at him as a man, and not just the heir apparent to the Atobe name. Sanada had impressed Atobe's father, something that few managed to do. Their relationship had suffered a bit due to the distance, but when Atobe was in Japan, he was home. So in his second year of university, Atobe put his foot down, bought a ticket to Japan with his own money and flew back.
Oshitari had picked him up from the airport the day before Christmas. Atobe nearly hadn't recognized the lanky, dark haired man. Oshitari had ditched the glasses, let his hair grow halfway down his back and had gained muscle. It was lean and he wasn't completely bulky, but the physical look and that voice made Atobe pause for a few moments considering other options, and wonder how Sanada felt about sharing. That was, at least, until he saw how Oshitari's face had softened when he got a text from someone. Atobe still hadn't figured it out.
Atobe checked his phone again, flopping backward onto the bed. No texts. He checked the service, and finding that he was still perfectly fine, tossed the phone to the end of the bed frustrated. There was a knock on the door, it opened, and Oshitari slunk in. He draped himself on the chair at Atobe's desk, watching him, chin resting on the palm of a hand.
"I heard Sanada's bogged down with exams."
"I know." A weight lifted off of Atobe's shoulders, and chest. There had been part of him that had wondered if Sanada was ignoring him.
"He's missed you a lot." Oshitari grinned wickedly at him. "We talk when he gets mopey."
"He gets mopey?"
"You have no idea." Oshitari pushed his hair out of his face. "Depressed, and moody. Though you can't really tell the difference." A wide, even grin nearly split the other man's face. "He pulls his cap down and starts muttering about the pride of Rikkai…" He howled with laughter ducking the pillow that Atobe threw at him. Oshitari's phone vibrated violently, Atobe watching as Oshitari snatched it up, expression changing once more.
"Everything okay?" Atobe sat up, genuinely interested.
"It's fine." Oshitari said, typing out a reply, a small smile on his face. "Just making plans for later."
"With who?"
"A friend."
"Who?"
"A friend from university. I'll introduce you." Oshitari said, "Eventually. We're in a delicate situation right now. We slept together, and we're figuring out what we are now."
"Oh." Atobe looked away. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, we'll just figure things out."
"Do I know him?"
"Atobe."
"Sorry." Atobe flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"I came by to tell you that Sanada's in the library. His phone is dead. You know damn well he doesn’t charge it."
Atobe grinned, heart pounding a bit harder in his chest at the thought of seeing Sanada. "You want to come with me?"
The chair squeaked as Oshitari got out of it. "No thanks." A small smile. "I'm meeting up with my ah… friend." He moved over to the bed, holding out a hand and helped Atobe to his feet. "If I don't see you, which I don't think I will, Merry Christmas." Oshitari pulled him into a bone crushing hug. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." With that, Oshitari left the room, Atobe listening to the other man thunder down the stairs.
Atobe went to his closet, pulled clothes out of it, wanting to change, so he at least looked like he hadn't laid around all day. He headed into the city, tracking down the university library. It was practically empty, most of the students had gone home for a couple days of rest. He spotted Sanada in the back corner, his back to the room. Atobe walked up, fingers brushing along broad shoulders, teasing with the hair that brushed the back of Sanada's shirt collar.
"I thought you weren't coming in until later." Sanada looked up from the book. It was obvious that he hadn't been sleeping well, deep shadows were under the other man's eyes.
"You're a day off." Atobe glanced around, seeing that no one could really see what they were doing. He draped himself over Sanada's back, chin resting on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I would have--"
"Oshitari had promised to pick me up when I first told him I was coming home." Atobe's hands splayed across Sanada's chest, feeling the man's heartbeat under his fingers. "Can you stop for the night?" Spread out on the table in front of Sanada were pages upon pages of notes, text books highlighted, a few books with post-it notes sticking out of them.
Sanada closed the book in front of him, though Atobe knew it took effort for the man to stop. "I want to spend time with you." He turned his head, the lightest brush of lips against Atobe's own sent his heart pounding wildly.
It was early afternoon, but Atobe could hear the weariness in Sanada's voice. "Let's go take a nap." He slowly untangled himself from the other man.
"A nap?" Sanada arched an eyebrow at him.
"Yes. A nap." Atobe handed Sanada the backpack on the floor. "You look exhausted, and I've been on a plane for god knows how long."
They ended back at Sanada's cramped apartment, tangled together on two futons pushed together. Sanada had fallen asleep almost instantly, Atobe amused at how much the other man had protested, even as his eyes had closed, breathing evening out. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching Sanada for a few moments. He reached out, touch feather light, tracing along sharp cheekbones, and down along Sanada's jaw. Atobe's thumb brushed along Sanada's lower lip, before settling in next to him.
When Atobe woke up, the apartment was a wash of oranges and reds, the sunset illuminating the space. Sanada was curled up on his side, back to Atobe. "You better not be reading." Atobe murmured, poking Sanada in the back.
"I'm not." Sanada rolled back over to face Atobe. "I was just trying to figure out how to wake you up. You were snoring."
"I don't snore."
"Yes, you do." Sanada's lips twitched up in a rare smile. "I knew my neighbors would complain about the noise eventually, but I didn't think it would be because of your snoring."
"I do not snore." Atobe sat up, hair mussed, glaring dangerously at the other man. "Take it back."
Sanada rolled his eyes. "Fine, Atobe Keigo does not snore." He got to his feet, pulling Atobe up as well. "You do however, talk in your sleep." Atobe shoved playfully at Sanada, watching as the other man got changed.
"Let's go get something to eat and bring it back."
Outside was chilly, Atobe grateful that he brought along his winter coat. It was milder than in England, but when the wind picked up, it made him shiver. Sanada walked next to him, a quiet, reassuring presence as Atobe talked about classmates and coursework. The picked up dinner from a street stall, Sanada fighting with him momentarily to gain possession of the bag holding their food. Sanada stopped outside a crowded coffee ship, and turned to Atobe.
"Want me to go in and get some for us?" Atobe took the bag with their dinner, and watched as Sanada went into the cramped shop. He grinned to himself, feeling a sense of pride when both men and women turned to look at Sanada who stood taller than most of them, broader and so handsome. He was jerked out of his thoughts when someone collided with him.
"Excuse you." Atobe turned, icy expression fading when he saw just who bumped into him. "Tezuka." A smirk graced his face.
"Atobe." Tezuka ducked his head. "Having a good vacation?"
"I just arrived." Atobe glanced back toward the shop. Sanada was still in the queue though closer to the barista than before. "Do you have time for a match at some point."
"I should be able to." Tezuka replied. Atobe had followed the other man's career extensively. "I have a few more days here before I have to return to train."
"I look forward to it." Atobe could barely contain his excitement.
"Tezuka do you want to just try another place?"
Atobe peered around Tezuka to see Oshitari holding a bag from another take away restaurant. "Oshitari?"
"Atobe." Oshitari said smoothly, but Atobe noticed the flash of color on the man's face, and the glance between Atobe and Tezuka.
"Your university friend?"
"Not here, Atobe."
"I thought you told him." That was Tezuka, who for once looked amused.
"I was working on it. You know how he gets."
"How who gets Yuushi?" Atobe arched an eyebrow.
"When it comes to Tezuka, you tend to blow things out of proportion."
Atobe felt something swell in his chest, and he straightened. "We will have to talk."
"Naturally." Oshitari's tone matched Atobe's, each syllable just as icy.
"Ready to go?" Sanada had come up behind him, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands.
"Did you know about this?" Atobe gestured between Oshitari and Tezuka.
"I'll call you." Tezuka patted Atobe on the shoulder. "For a match." Atobe watched, refusing to give into the slack-jawed shock that was going through his system, as Oshitari and Tezuka walked off together.
"In a way I did." Sanada said as they went back to his apartment. "Oshitari was talking to me, and I figured out who he was talking about." He took a sip of his coffee. "At first I thought he was talking about you, until I saw the article he had written." They paused outside, Sanada fussing with the key to his apartment.
Atobe remembered that article, it was one that Oshitari had first written when he had picked up a part time job at a magazine. With that article the other man had gotten his foot in the door, and was nearly as busy with work as he was school. "Oh." They sat on the low couch, Sanada propping his feet up on the coffee table.
"You know he's not trying to hide it from you." Sanada said, handing Atobe a Styrofoam container of chicken slathered in spicy sauce. "You do tend to get into junior high mode when it comes to Tezuka." There was a slight tint of humor to his voice.
"I don't do it on purpose." Atobe shoveled food into his mouth.
"Just remember to stay calm when you see him." Sanada on the other hand was the more delicate eater at the moment, picking apart his beef. "He didn’t intentionally keep it from you."
"Yeah, yeah." Atobe reached for Sanada's other hand when he was finished with his own meal. He laced his fingers with Sanada's. "Your exams are almost done right?"
"They are done." Sanada had finished his food, set both containers back in the bag and placed it in the trash, and come back to the couch. "What I was working on are the assignments for the first month of courses."
"Why are you getting that far ahead?" Atobe lifted his head from Sanada's shoulder. There was some variety show playing, but neither were really paying attention. Soft, gentle touches, stolen kisses between conversation and catching up. Atobe felt as though he had come home.
"I won't be in class for the first month." Sanada replied as though it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm going to go visit my boyfriend. He's in England. Maybe you know him."
Atobe shifted his weight to slide into Sanada's lap. "You were coming to visit me?" His hands framed Sanada's face, grinning like a fool.
"You sounded like you weren't sure if you were going to be coming here. So I figured some things out." Sanada's hands slid up and down Atobe's sides, groaning into the kiss when Atobe closed the distance between them.
Their kisses lingered, touches sliding under clothing, which eventually was tossed aside. They stayed on the couch, simply touching and kissing. Between kisses they talked, catching up. Atobe pulled a blanket up over the both of them, when Sanada's conversation slowed, breathing evening out. Atobe burrowed against the other man, not wanting to move, knowing both of them would be sore in the morning.