Drabblish
So I drabbled today. Am still drabbling, if you want the truth. Thanks for the fun requests, guys ~ I'll post them as I finish them. ♥
For kittyfu. Higa/coffee. :D
Two minutes had passed - Kai was counting - and Chinen hadn’t blinked once. It might have given him the creeps if he weren’t already used to Chinen’s creepiness.
“Psst, Rinrin,” he nudged Rin, who sat beside him on the bench, half dressed as he’d been distracted by Tanishi’s latest shoujo manga and simply forgotten that he was supposed to be changing into his practice gear. “Look at Chinen.”
Marking his place with one finger, Rin looked up. He was all starry-eyed and goofy looking. “Hm?”
Kai scowled. “Quit reading those dumb girly books.”
“They’re not just for girls!” Tanishi bellowed, looking sheepish and calming a bit when Aragaki patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“They’re really quite exciting,” Rin told him solemnly. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Kai made a face. He didn’t know what he was missing and that’s the way he planned to keep it. “Pay attention,” he said, slinking low on the bench and sidling closer to Rin to whisper in his ear. “So, like, Chinen hasn’t blinked in like five minutes. I think something’s wrong with him.”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” Rin said, grunting when Kai elbowed him hard and motioned him to keep his voice down. “Nothing’s wrong with him,” he tried again, whispering this time. “He just drinks a lot of coffee in the morning. No biggie.”
Pondering this, Kai watched him closely for a moment. He was like a mannequin in the costume shop. “But he hasn’t even moved. I don’t even know if he’s breathing.”
“He’s breathing,” Rin murmured, attention back on the book - on Numi-chan’s confession and her aching desire for Yuichi, the baseball stud. “Why do you care anyway?” he hissed. “Quit staring at him. It’s creepy.”
“Kai-kun,” Kite intoned from directly behind him.
Startled, Kai squealed and wrapped both arms around Rin, who simply turned the page he was on and didn’t bother glancing up.
“Buchou! You scared the crap out of me!”
“Stop gawking at Chinen and get changed. Fifty extra laps.”
Dejected, forlorn and jaw hanging open in preparation to offer some sort of argument, Kai closed his mouth and fell silent when Kite crossed the room to stand at Chinen’s side.
Expression unchanged, Chinen turned to his locker and withdrew a large Starbucks cup. “Black, six sugars.”
“Thank you,” Kite said, all politeness as he accepted the cup and moved past Chinen to reach his own locker.
As he went, Chinen’s gaze dropped to Kite’s backside in blatant, decidedly non-platonic interest. When Kite sat down to slip off his shoes, Chinen finally looked away, meeting Kai’s gaze for the first time since they’d all filed into the clubhouse that afternoon. And he smiled.
For aiwritingfic. Kite/Tezuka, hiking/fishing/something outdoors.
*slap*
“I always knew you were a masochist,” Kite said, lounging against a tree and picking his teeth with a straw.
Pausing mid-hammer, Tezuka looked over, face impassive. “What are you talking about?”
“You keep slapping yourself,” Kite pointed out needlessly, motioning vaguely at Tezuka with his carton of coconut milk.
“I’m attempting to keep the insects from eating me alive,” he explained, all exaggerated patience.
Kite just smiled. “Want me to rub some of that stuff on you, then?”
Tezuka turned, presenting Kite with his back while he worked the last stake into the ground. “No.”
That Kite’s selfless offer to ‘rub some of that stuff’ on Tezuka two hours ago had led to Tezuka’s rolling into a nest of beetles and, subsequently, the collapsing of their tent was not something that Tezuka was going to give Kite the satisfaction of discussing.
“Suit yourself,” Kite shrugged, sucking loudly from the milk box. “I wish you’d let me do that,” he added, motioning to the tent.
“I’ve got it,” Tezuka said, jaw aching with restraint. As much as he enjoyed sleeping with Kite, camping with him left quite a bit to be desired. For a moment - only a moment, mind you - Tezuka was nostalgic for those days when he and Atobe had gone camping together.
He hammered in peace for a few moments, wondering if he’d somehow hurt Kite’s feelings; he was being uncharacteristically silent. When he was done, he stood, bracing both hands at the small of his back and stretching his muscles. Rolling his shoulders, he glanced back to find Kite staring at his ass. After at least a minute, he looked up to find Tezuka glaring at him and he smiled weakly.
“Guess I’ll work on dinner,” he said, sweeping up the spear he’d insisted on bringing with them and saluting Tezuka smartly. “This won’t take long.”
Tezuka watched him go and then bowed his head, rubbing his temples in an attempt to keep the headache at bay. He was glad he’d had the foresight to pack their dinner this first night.
For kittyfu. Higa/coffee. :D
Two minutes had passed - Kai was counting - and Chinen hadn’t blinked once. It might have given him the creeps if he weren’t already used to Chinen’s creepiness.
“Psst, Rinrin,” he nudged Rin, who sat beside him on the bench, half dressed as he’d been distracted by Tanishi’s latest shoujo manga and simply forgotten that he was supposed to be changing into his practice gear. “Look at Chinen.”
Marking his place with one finger, Rin looked up. He was all starry-eyed and goofy looking. “Hm?”
Kai scowled. “Quit reading those dumb girly books.”
“They’re not just for girls!” Tanishi bellowed, looking sheepish and calming a bit when Aragaki patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“They’re really quite exciting,” Rin told him solemnly. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Kai made a face. He didn’t know what he was missing and that’s the way he planned to keep it. “Pay attention,” he said, slinking low on the bench and sidling closer to Rin to whisper in his ear. “So, like, Chinen hasn’t blinked in like five minutes. I think something’s wrong with him.”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” Rin said, grunting when Kai elbowed him hard and motioned him to keep his voice down. “Nothing’s wrong with him,” he tried again, whispering this time. “He just drinks a lot of coffee in the morning. No biggie.”
Pondering this, Kai watched him closely for a moment. He was like a mannequin in the costume shop. “But he hasn’t even moved. I don’t even know if he’s breathing.”
“He’s breathing,” Rin murmured, attention back on the book - on Numi-chan’s confession and her aching desire for Yuichi, the baseball stud. “Why do you care anyway?” he hissed. “Quit staring at him. It’s creepy.”
“Kai-kun,” Kite intoned from directly behind him.
Startled, Kai squealed and wrapped both arms around Rin, who simply turned the page he was on and didn’t bother glancing up.
“Buchou! You scared the crap out of me!”
“Stop gawking at Chinen and get changed. Fifty extra laps.”
Dejected, forlorn and jaw hanging open in preparation to offer some sort of argument, Kai closed his mouth and fell silent when Kite crossed the room to stand at Chinen’s side.
Expression unchanged, Chinen turned to his locker and withdrew a large Starbucks cup. “Black, six sugars.”
“Thank you,” Kite said, all politeness as he accepted the cup and moved past Chinen to reach his own locker.
As he went, Chinen’s gaze dropped to Kite’s backside in blatant, decidedly non-platonic interest. When Kite sat down to slip off his shoes, Chinen finally looked away, meeting Kai’s gaze for the first time since they’d all filed into the clubhouse that afternoon. And he smiled.
For aiwritingfic. Kite/Tezuka, hiking/fishing/something outdoors.
*slap*
“I always knew you were a masochist,” Kite said, lounging against a tree and picking his teeth with a straw.
Pausing mid-hammer, Tezuka looked over, face impassive. “What are you talking about?”
“You keep slapping yourself,” Kite pointed out needlessly, motioning vaguely at Tezuka with his carton of coconut milk.
“I’m attempting to keep the insects from eating me alive,” he explained, all exaggerated patience.
Kite just smiled. “Want me to rub some of that stuff on you, then?”
Tezuka turned, presenting Kite with his back while he worked the last stake into the ground. “No.”
That Kite’s selfless offer to ‘rub some of that stuff’ on Tezuka two hours ago had led to Tezuka’s rolling into a nest of beetles and, subsequently, the collapsing of their tent was not something that Tezuka was going to give Kite the satisfaction of discussing.
“Suit yourself,” Kite shrugged, sucking loudly from the milk box. “I wish you’d let me do that,” he added, motioning to the tent.
“I’ve got it,” Tezuka said, jaw aching with restraint. As much as he enjoyed sleeping with Kite, camping with him left quite a bit to be desired. For a moment - only a moment, mind you - Tezuka was nostalgic for those days when he and Atobe had gone camping together.
He hammered in peace for a few moments, wondering if he’d somehow hurt Kite’s feelings; he was being uncharacteristically silent. When he was done, he stood, bracing both hands at the small of his back and stretching his muscles. Rolling his shoulders, he glanced back to find Kite staring at his ass. After at least a minute, he looked up to find Tezuka glaring at him and he smiled weakly.
“Guess I’ll work on dinner,” he said, sweeping up the spear he’d insisted on bringing with them and saluting Tezuka smartly. “This won’t take long.”
Tezuka watched him go and then bowed his head, rubbing his temples in an attempt to keep the headache at bay. He was glad he’d had the foresight to pack their dinner this first night.