[AtoRyo] Egoism/Masochism
Title: Egoism/Masochism
Fandom: Tenipuri
Pairings: AtoRyo
Genre: Humor, Romance with a dash of drama
Dedications: Christmas present for Danii because she's one of THE best AtoRyo authors out there and I'm not being biased.
The first time they almost had sex happened inside of an abandoned locker room.
"No." Ryoma had said, cat eyes narrowed and looking very much like a miniature Tezuka with that stern look on his face.
When he thought about it, Ryoma realized that what he did was a little dangerous. After all, you shouldn't refuse someone who had your dick in their hand.
Luckily for him, the word had caught Atobe by surprise and the older man had to step back and look down at Ryoma to make sure he heard correctly. But he didn't waste too much time blinking down at Ryoma.
Why waste time fighting the inevitable after all?
So the first time they had sex was inside Atobe's car, with the stick shift pressing uncomfortably into Ryoma's side and the grunts and moans was mostly muffled because even though the parking lot was deserted, if they didn't tone it down a little, they would surely have to make friends with the security guard.
When word got out that they were dating, they received mixed reactions. Ryoma still kept the cards that people sent him, just for laughs. There were cards from Atobe’s fangirls. They were kept in separate containers, sorted from “mildly threatening” to “what the hell is wrong with girls these days”.
And then there were the cards from his friends. Momoshiro and Kikumaru both had sent him cards expressing their sympathy. Inui sent him a “best wishes” card with “congratulations” written inside. And most puzzling of all, Fuji had sent him a “Thank you” card. Ryoma was unsure as to why the upperclassman would send him that, but when he read the message inside-written in Fuji’s unmistakable handwriting-he suddenly understood.
Echizen-kun,
Thank you for helping me win the tennis club pool. You managed to date for two whole months without anyone finding out. Oh, Inui and I found out first and then Momoshiro and Eiji finally realized it too.
I’ll be going to Hawai’i for my vacation this year. Free plane ticket, you know. I’ll be sure to send you a postcard, Echizen. ♥
Fuji
Ryoma thought it was funny. Atobe didn’t. And Atobe proceeded to show how unfunny he thought of the bet and Fuji’s card by sending Fuji’s cell phone number to every single Fuji-obsessed fangirl listed on Fuji’s fanclub phonebook.
But Atobe underestimated Fuji’s love for watching people squirm. And he forgot that Oshitari, one of only a handful of people in the world who knew him too well, was dating Fuji.
Years ago, if someone were to compare Atobe to one of the lead male characters in some girly manga, Ryoma would have laughed at them. Well, maybe not laughed per se, but he might stare at them for half an hour to make them squirm and twitch and overall uncomfortable. But there was NO way that Ryoma would have agreed to that.
But when he watched Atobe, standing in front of the gate of his house, refusing to budge even as Ryoma called him on his expensive new cell phone to tell him to get lost, he had to reconsider. Atobe had adamantly refused to move unless Ryoma came out to actually bodily remove him.
Of course, Ryoma had to concede that those manga male characters would be standing out in just a T-shirt and jeans, drenched to the bones and wearing the most pathetic look on their face. Atobe, on the other hand, had a Kabaji to hold an umbrella for him. And he was wearing designer pants to match with his designer shirt and a raincoat that probably cost more than Ryoma's entire wardrobe over his clothes. And Atobe didn't have a dejected look on his face. In fact, he looked indignant. He was probably fuming over the fact that he was made to wait outside, in the rain, by some "tennis brat".
But when Ryoma came outside with his red umbrella and he finally looked up into Atobe's eyes, he couldn't ignore the fear that lurked beneath those piercing eyes. He also found worry, hidden beneath the haughty, holier-than-thou look.
And because he liked taking Atobe by surprise, he gently pushed the black umbrella out of the way, making sure that Atobe was shielded under his red umbrella. The former Hyotei captain blinked a couple of times, as if unsure what to make of Ryoma's action. Realization quickly followed and he had to shake his head at the symbolic gesture.
But the grip of Atobe's hand over Ryoma's was unmistakable. Even if it wasn't visible to prying eyes, Ryoma could feel everything from Atobe's touch as he gripped both Ryoma's hand and the umbrella over their heads.
The first time Atobe slipped and it went sliding out of his mouth, Ryoma went perfectly still. In fact, he could have sworn that the whole world was silent, holding its breath while waiting for Ryoma's reaction.
It was an unspoken rule between them that the word must never be spoken.
And after one very, very good session of mind-blowing sex, Atobe slipped.
When Ryoma pulled away he could see the steel in Atobe's gaze, as if he was blaming Ryoma for his slip. As if it was Ryoma's fault that he couldn't hold his tongue.
But what happened afterwards was Ryoma's fault. Because Ryoma would swear, time and time again, that he didn't mean for his hand to lift to Atobe's cheek. He didn't mean for his fingertips to touch gently at Atobe's temple and then slide and slide into Atobe's hair. He didn't mean to push himself upwards to plant a soft, lingering kiss on Atobe's lips either.
Both of them would deny it afterwards. They never spoke about it.
But on certain nights when they were drunk enough or on nights when the moon was a certain shade of purple, they might look at each other and remember that night. They wouldn't talk about it, but from the way Ryoma moved closer to Atobe's side and the way Atobe would gently pull Ryoma towards him, it was enough.
Life with Atobe wasn't perfect. But the sex more than makes up for it. Besides, Atobe Keigo did have a few redeeming qualities. Not that Ryoma would ever tell him because Ryoma rather liked the earth the way it was. If Ryoma were to grace Atobe with a compliment or two, it would only cause Atobe's too large ego to inflate even more and that would subsequently cause the earth to tilt out of its axis.
Atobe accepted whatever it was that Ryoma was willing to give. Albeit complaining all the way. But Ryoma didn't really mind that. Riling Atobe was a hobby, loving him just comes with the relationship.
END
Passed the 1,000 mark. Woohoo! And now I'm back to studying!
Fandom: Tenipuri
Pairings: AtoRyo
Genre: Humor, Romance with a dash of drama
Dedications: Christmas present for Danii because she's one of THE best AtoRyo authors out there and I'm not being biased.
The first time they almost had sex happened inside of an abandoned locker room.
"No." Ryoma had said, cat eyes narrowed and looking very much like a miniature Tezuka with that stern look on his face.
When he thought about it, Ryoma realized that what he did was a little dangerous. After all, you shouldn't refuse someone who had your dick in their hand.
Luckily for him, the word had caught Atobe by surprise and the older man had to step back and look down at Ryoma to make sure he heard correctly. But he didn't waste too much time blinking down at Ryoma.
Why waste time fighting the inevitable after all?
So the first time they had sex was inside Atobe's car, with the stick shift pressing uncomfortably into Ryoma's side and the grunts and moans was mostly muffled because even though the parking lot was deserted, if they didn't tone it down a little, they would surely have to make friends with the security guard.
When word got out that they were dating, they received mixed reactions. Ryoma still kept the cards that people sent him, just for laughs. There were cards from Atobe’s fangirls. They were kept in separate containers, sorted from “mildly threatening” to “what the hell is wrong with girls these days”.
And then there were the cards from his friends. Momoshiro and Kikumaru both had sent him cards expressing their sympathy. Inui sent him a “best wishes” card with “congratulations” written inside. And most puzzling of all, Fuji had sent him a “Thank you” card. Ryoma was unsure as to why the upperclassman would send him that, but when he read the message inside-written in Fuji’s unmistakable handwriting-he suddenly understood.
Echizen-kun,
Thank you for helping me win the tennis club pool. You managed to date for two whole months without anyone finding out. Oh, Inui and I found out first and then Momoshiro and Eiji finally realized it too.
I’ll be going to Hawai’i for my vacation this year. Free plane ticket, you know. I’ll be sure to send you a postcard, Echizen. ♥
Fuji
Ryoma thought it was funny. Atobe didn’t. And Atobe proceeded to show how unfunny he thought of the bet and Fuji’s card by sending Fuji’s cell phone number to every single Fuji-obsessed fangirl listed on Fuji’s fanclub phonebook.
But Atobe underestimated Fuji’s love for watching people squirm. And he forgot that Oshitari, one of only a handful of people in the world who knew him too well, was dating Fuji.
Years ago, if someone were to compare Atobe to one of the lead male characters in some girly manga, Ryoma would have laughed at them. Well, maybe not laughed per se, but he might stare at them for half an hour to make them squirm and twitch and overall uncomfortable. But there was NO way that Ryoma would have agreed to that.
But when he watched Atobe, standing in front of the gate of his house, refusing to budge even as Ryoma called him on his expensive new cell phone to tell him to get lost, he had to reconsider. Atobe had adamantly refused to move unless Ryoma came out to actually bodily remove him.
Of course, Ryoma had to concede that those manga male characters would be standing out in just a T-shirt and jeans, drenched to the bones and wearing the most pathetic look on their face. Atobe, on the other hand, had a Kabaji to hold an umbrella for him. And he was wearing designer pants to match with his designer shirt and a raincoat that probably cost more than Ryoma's entire wardrobe over his clothes. And Atobe didn't have a dejected look on his face. In fact, he looked indignant. He was probably fuming over the fact that he was made to wait outside, in the rain, by some "tennis brat".
But when Ryoma came outside with his red umbrella and he finally looked up into Atobe's eyes, he couldn't ignore the fear that lurked beneath those piercing eyes. He also found worry, hidden beneath the haughty, holier-than-thou look.
And because he liked taking Atobe by surprise, he gently pushed the black umbrella out of the way, making sure that Atobe was shielded under his red umbrella. The former Hyotei captain blinked a couple of times, as if unsure what to make of Ryoma's action. Realization quickly followed and he had to shake his head at the symbolic gesture.
But the grip of Atobe's hand over Ryoma's was unmistakable. Even if it wasn't visible to prying eyes, Ryoma could feel everything from Atobe's touch as he gripped both Ryoma's hand and the umbrella over their heads.
The first time Atobe slipped and it went sliding out of his mouth, Ryoma went perfectly still. In fact, he could have sworn that the whole world was silent, holding its breath while waiting for Ryoma's reaction.
It was an unspoken rule between them that the word must never be spoken.
And after one very, very good session of mind-blowing sex, Atobe slipped.
When Ryoma pulled away he could see the steel in Atobe's gaze, as if he was blaming Ryoma for his slip. As if it was Ryoma's fault that he couldn't hold his tongue.
But what happened afterwards was Ryoma's fault. Because Ryoma would swear, time and time again, that he didn't mean for his hand to lift to Atobe's cheek. He didn't mean for his fingertips to touch gently at Atobe's temple and then slide and slide into Atobe's hair. He didn't mean to push himself upwards to plant a soft, lingering kiss on Atobe's lips either.
Both of them would deny it afterwards. They never spoke about it.
But on certain nights when they were drunk enough or on nights when the moon was a certain shade of purple, they might look at each other and remember that night. They wouldn't talk about it, but from the way Ryoma moved closer to Atobe's side and the way Atobe would gently pull Ryoma towards him, it was enough.
Life with Atobe wasn't perfect. But the sex more than makes up for it. Besides, Atobe Keigo did have a few redeeming qualities. Not that Ryoma would ever tell him because Ryoma rather liked the earth the way it was. If Ryoma were to grace Atobe with a compliment or two, it would only cause Atobe's too large ego to inflate even more and that would subsequently cause the earth to tilt out of its axis.
Atobe accepted whatever it was that Ryoma was willing to give. Albeit complaining all the way. But Ryoma didn't really mind that. Riling Atobe was a hobby, loving him just comes with the relationship.
END
Passed the 1,000 mark. Woohoo! And now I'm back to studying!