Niki, here's your crack!
Title: Foreplay
For: watermelontree
Pairing: Atobe/Kamio
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Akira always gets annoyed when Keigo uses Ore-sama so he decides to make a lesson stick
Author’s Notes: The ice cream prompt kind of took on a life of its own. I hope you like it.
Akira waited next to the Atobe family’s pool for the ice cream Keigo was retrieving to relieve some of the discomfort the summer heat wave was causing. Swimming had helped for the worst part of the day, but they were both tired from horsing around. Ice cream sounded much better than jumping in the pool as they waited for the sun to set.
"We didn’t have strawberry so you’ll have to settle for chocolate and vanilla mixed," Keigo said. He sat down on the edge of Akira’s lounge chair before placing the bowl on Akira’s stomach. "I hope you don’t mind too much."
Akira quickly picked up the bowl, surprised at how cold it was. "What’d you do? Keep the bowl in the freezer all day?" He took a bite of ice cream, not really caring that it wasn’t his preferred strawberry so long as it was ice cold.
"Just since I went to get water a couple hours ago," Keigo replied.
Akira quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t question Keigo’s apparent foreknowledge of what Akira wanted to cool off. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome," Keigo said. He licked up the ice cream that was starting to run down the side of the cone and onto his hand. "Ore-sama should have gone for a bowl as well."
Akira’s eye twitched as he jerked his knee to collide with Keigo’s elbow, forcing Keigo’s hand with the ice cream into his face. "You’re not allowed to call yourself ore-sama around me."
Keigo glared as he attempted to wipe the ice cream from his face. "It was a slip up. You should be more forgiving."
"I refuse to date an arrogant prick so don’t slip up. It’s obnoxious to hear you call yourself that," Akira retorted. He collected another spoonful of ice cream to take a bite only to have Keigo’s ice cream covered hand land on his face before he could get the spoon to his mouth. Akira squirmed as he dropped the bowl so he could push Keigo’s hand away.
"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Keigo said.
Akira’s anger stopped long enough to register what Keigo said and when it finally did, he doubled over laughing. "I can’t believe you just said that." He closed his eyes as he laughed so that he was incredibly surprised when he was lifted off the lounge chair and tossed unceremoniously into the pool.
Sputtering as he surfaced, Akira wiped the water from his eyes to look around for Keigo. He wasn’t near the lounge chair so Akira turned around, but didn’t see him anywhere. Just before he got back to a full view of the chair he’d been thrown from, he felt hands wrap around his ankles and pull down. Akira managed a half lungful of air before his head dipped below the surface.
This time when Akira popped up, he could hear Keigo laughing. With a powerful swing of arms still used to daily tennis practice, he sent a wave of water splashing in Keigo’s direction. Satisfied when the laughing stopped abruptly, Akira wiped the water from his eyes and looked at his boyfriend with a satisfied smirk.
"Two can play at that game," Keigo said.
Akira turned to avoid a face full of water, but only managed to get halfway before the water hit. He sent water splashing back, but without the force his initial wave had sent. The water war didn’t last long, but they were both laughing at the end of it. Akira swam over and wrapped his arms around Keigo’s neck, smirk on his lips.
"Ore-sama wants a kiss," Akira said.
Keigo returned the smirk and pulled Akira in for an intense kiss before ducking them both under the water. Akira held on tighter, trusting Keigo to sense when he needed air, and leaned into the kiss. Keigo’s hands wandered as their legs moved to keep them under water, copping a quick feel before kicking up to the surface.
They were both gasping for breath, but Akira didn’t care. He leaned in for another kiss, letting one hand tangle in Keigo’s hair as they treaded water. "That was a first even for us."
"We should work on making sure it doesn’t happen only once. They say this heat wave’s going to last all week if not longer," Keigo said.
"Sounds good to me," Akira said. "But you still owe me ice cream."
Keigo laughed and pulled Akira in for another kiss. "Forget the ice cream," he whispered when they parted for air.
"But this is just going to make us hot. We’ll need to cool down," Akira said. There was no way he was going further than kissing when Keigo’s parents were due home from a business trip in an hour, but he wasn’t above teasing.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Keigo asked.
"Ask me the next time your parents are out of town," Akira retorted. He pressed their lips together once more, thinking maybe this heat wave wasn’t such a horrible thing anyway.
They climbed out of the pool only when they heard the limo pull into the driveway on the other side of the house. "Ice cream?" Akira asked.
"Let’s go inside to enjoy it," Keigo said. He pulled himself out of the pool and then helped Akira out. They grabbed their towels and headed inside, dripping water all over the kitchen tile. Akira sat in one of the island’s bar stools, expectations clear. Keigo pulled two bowls from the cabinet when his parents walked in.
"You two are soaked," Keigo’s mother said, appalled.
"We were swimming, mother, of course we’re soaked," Keigo replied.
"You’re making a disaster of the kitchen, Keigo. You should know better at this age. You’re going to college next year. Don’t you think you should be better behaved by now?" Keigo’s father asked.
"It’s summer break, father. I’m allowed to play," Keigo said. "We’ll clean it up after we have our ice cream."
Keigo’s mother turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen as Akira tried to stifle his giggles. Keigo’s father left after shaking his head in obvious disappointment with his son’s behavior. Once Akira was sure they were out of hearing range he stopped fighting the laughter and just let it out as quietly as he could, shoulders shaking in amusement.
"I’m so glad you find my going to college in another country so amusing," Keigo said.
Akira sobered quickly. "Did you have to remind me you’re going to England for college?" he asked. He leaned over the island and kissed Keigo quickly. "I swear if you’re not home every break you get I’m breaking up with you."
"You’ve used similar threats before," Keigo said. "I’m hardly impressed by them anymore."
"Bite me," Akira said. He took his fresh bowl of ice cream and dug in. "And don’t expect more attention. If you’re going to be a brat, I’ll go home and deal with the ones there."
Keigo sat down on the stool next to Akira’s and kissed the back of Akira’s neck, but followed it up with a quick nip of skin. "You really shouldn’t tempt me."
Akira smirked, pleased with the results of his food fight.
For: watermelontree
Pairing: Atobe/Kamio
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Akira always gets annoyed when Keigo uses Ore-sama so he decides to make a lesson stick
Author’s Notes: The ice cream prompt kind of took on a life of its own. I hope you like it.
Akira waited next to the Atobe family’s pool for the ice cream Keigo was retrieving to relieve some of the discomfort the summer heat wave was causing. Swimming had helped for the worst part of the day, but they were both tired from horsing around. Ice cream sounded much better than jumping in the pool as they waited for the sun to set.
"We didn’t have strawberry so you’ll have to settle for chocolate and vanilla mixed," Keigo said. He sat down on the edge of Akira’s lounge chair before placing the bowl on Akira’s stomach. "I hope you don’t mind too much."
Akira quickly picked up the bowl, surprised at how cold it was. "What’d you do? Keep the bowl in the freezer all day?" He took a bite of ice cream, not really caring that it wasn’t his preferred strawberry so long as it was ice cold.
"Just since I went to get water a couple hours ago," Keigo replied.
Akira quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t question Keigo’s apparent foreknowledge of what Akira wanted to cool off. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome," Keigo said. He licked up the ice cream that was starting to run down the side of the cone and onto his hand. "Ore-sama should have gone for a bowl as well."
Akira’s eye twitched as he jerked his knee to collide with Keigo’s elbow, forcing Keigo’s hand with the ice cream into his face. "You’re not allowed to call yourself ore-sama around me."
Keigo glared as he attempted to wipe the ice cream from his face. "It was a slip up. You should be more forgiving."
"I refuse to date an arrogant prick so don’t slip up. It’s obnoxious to hear you call yourself that," Akira retorted. He collected another spoonful of ice cream to take a bite only to have Keigo’s ice cream covered hand land on his face before he could get the spoon to his mouth. Akira squirmed as he dropped the bowl so he could push Keigo’s hand away.
"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Keigo said.
Akira’s anger stopped long enough to register what Keigo said and when it finally did, he doubled over laughing. "I can’t believe you just said that." He closed his eyes as he laughed so that he was incredibly surprised when he was lifted off the lounge chair and tossed unceremoniously into the pool.
Sputtering as he surfaced, Akira wiped the water from his eyes to look around for Keigo. He wasn’t near the lounge chair so Akira turned around, but didn’t see him anywhere. Just before he got back to a full view of the chair he’d been thrown from, he felt hands wrap around his ankles and pull down. Akira managed a half lungful of air before his head dipped below the surface.
This time when Akira popped up, he could hear Keigo laughing. With a powerful swing of arms still used to daily tennis practice, he sent a wave of water splashing in Keigo’s direction. Satisfied when the laughing stopped abruptly, Akira wiped the water from his eyes and looked at his boyfriend with a satisfied smirk.
"Two can play at that game," Keigo said.
Akira turned to avoid a face full of water, but only managed to get halfway before the water hit. He sent water splashing back, but without the force his initial wave had sent. The water war didn’t last long, but they were both laughing at the end of it. Akira swam over and wrapped his arms around Keigo’s neck, smirk on his lips.
"Ore-sama wants a kiss," Akira said.
Keigo returned the smirk and pulled Akira in for an intense kiss before ducking them both under the water. Akira held on tighter, trusting Keigo to sense when he needed air, and leaned into the kiss. Keigo’s hands wandered as their legs moved to keep them under water, copping a quick feel before kicking up to the surface.
They were both gasping for breath, but Akira didn’t care. He leaned in for another kiss, letting one hand tangle in Keigo’s hair as they treaded water. "That was a first even for us."
"We should work on making sure it doesn’t happen only once. They say this heat wave’s going to last all week if not longer," Keigo said.
"Sounds good to me," Akira said. "But you still owe me ice cream."
Keigo laughed and pulled Akira in for another kiss. "Forget the ice cream," he whispered when they parted for air.
"But this is just going to make us hot. We’ll need to cool down," Akira said. There was no way he was going further than kissing when Keigo’s parents were due home from a business trip in an hour, but he wasn’t above teasing.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Keigo asked.
"Ask me the next time your parents are out of town," Akira retorted. He pressed their lips together once more, thinking maybe this heat wave wasn’t such a horrible thing anyway.
They climbed out of the pool only when they heard the limo pull into the driveway on the other side of the house. "Ice cream?" Akira asked.
"Let’s go inside to enjoy it," Keigo said. He pulled himself out of the pool and then helped Akira out. They grabbed their towels and headed inside, dripping water all over the kitchen tile. Akira sat in one of the island’s bar stools, expectations clear. Keigo pulled two bowls from the cabinet when his parents walked in.
"You two are soaked," Keigo’s mother said, appalled.
"We were swimming, mother, of course we’re soaked," Keigo replied.
"You’re making a disaster of the kitchen, Keigo. You should know better at this age. You’re going to college next year. Don’t you think you should be better behaved by now?" Keigo’s father asked.
"It’s summer break, father. I’m allowed to play," Keigo said. "We’ll clean it up after we have our ice cream."
Keigo’s mother turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen as Akira tried to stifle his giggles. Keigo’s father left after shaking his head in obvious disappointment with his son’s behavior. Once Akira was sure they were out of hearing range he stopped fighting the laughter and just let it out as quietly as he could, shoulders shaking in amusement.
"I’m so glad you find my going to college in another country so amusing," Keigo said.
Akira sobered quickly. "Did you have to remind me you’re going to England for college?" he asked. He leaned over the island and kissed Keigo quickly. "I swear if you’re not home every break you get I’m breaking up with you."
"You’ve used similar threats before," Keigo said. "I’m hardly impressed by them anymore."
"Bite me," Akira said. He took his fresh bowl of ice cream and dug in. "And don’t expect more attention. If you’re going to be a brat, I’ll go home and deal with the ones there."
Keigo sat down on the stool next to Akira’s and kissed the back of Akira’s neck, but followed it up with a quick nip of skin. "You really shouldn’t tempt me."
Akira smirked, pleased with the results of his food fight.