Vitamins - 30_kisses #28 [chapter 15 ~interlude~]
Title: Vitamins
Author: sublimeparadigm
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Kamio Akira
Theme: #28 - Wada Calcium CD3
Chapter: 15/30 ~Interlude~
Rating: PG-13
Notes: As this marks the halfway point of the project, this chapter can be taken as an interlude. In other words, it's a oneshot that could technically be a stand-alone, but still fits into the storyline.
Summary: Atobe is a freak, and Kamio just isn't watching his health properly.
Previous chapters ~HERE~
Comments/criticism welcomed and encouraged. Lots of hugs and sweet lovin' to all my reviewers.
pimped @ 30_kisses, bekami, tenipuri_yaoi, and my journal.
Vitamins
Dear Gods above, he’s such a freak.
Kamio sat there, on the corner of Atobe’s bed. It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind Kamio would usually spend lounging around his house with an enormous box fan pointed directly at him, attempting some homework, maybe playing a video game. Luckily, his boy- . . . whatever Atobe was, came with a few nice benefits, which Kamio had been serenely indulging in for most of the day. Honestly speaking, Atobe came with a lot of "benefits," but today’s list included air conditioning, an in-ground pool with cool, crystal-clear water, and servant ready to bring him any frozen drink Kamio wanted. He had filled up quite nicely on root beer floats. Atobe’s butler could make one mean root beer float.
Anyways, Kamio was currently basking in benefit #1: air conditioning. The intoxicating buzz of cold, recirculated air caressed his skin and flowed like a soothing elixir into his lungs as he inhaled. Atobe, being the freak he was, was currently participating in his "weekly preparation chores," as he called them. This included the obsessive and inane task of selecting each of his outfits for the week, which actually consisted of five sets of clothing per day: school uniform, tennis uniform (these two were of course the easy ones), workout clothes (or gym uniform, if it was P.E. day), casual clothes, and sleep clothes. It also included going over his meal schedule with his head cook, perfectly planning and sectioning each day’s homework out, and counting out the week’s daily vitamins.
This was further proof to Kamio that Atobe was a freak: his obsession with vitamins. He had apparently worked out a set schedule with both his doctor and physical trainer for his nutritional intake, which included food, drink, and a seeming truckload of vitamins he took on a daily basis. Well, Kamio thought, at least he’s not taking steroids or some shit. Still, it was a bizarre habit for a 15 year-old boy, and while watching Atobe divide out his calcium pills for the week into one of those plastic containers sectioned off for each day of the week - the kind that old people living in nursing homes who take handfuls of meds each day use - Kamio couldn’t help but say as much.
"The human body is a frail, fickle creature, Kamio," Atobe drawled in that queenly, condescending air he took whenever challenged. "I may be young and strong, but I’m still susceptible to illness and weakness. I’m simply insuring that my body stays in top form."
Well, Kamio couldn’t argue with that, really. Although he occasionally indulged in junk foods, Atobe really was the picture-perfect portrayal of healthiness. Still . . . "Isn’t it kind of . . . I dunno, overkill?" Kamio was never one to back down first. "I mean, I never take vitamins, and I feel perfectly fine and healthy."
Atobe raised an eyebrow at him, as if skeptical of his words.
"What?" Kamio tensed, narrowing his eyes, always ready for a fight.
"You know, Kamio, at your age you really should be concerned. You’re still growing, still developing. Strong bones are particularly important, if you want to keep playing tennis when you’re older," Atobe turned back to his dresser and Kamio rolled his eyes. Did he always have to sound like he was . . . belittling Kamio? Atobe turned back holding a small plastic bottle. Kamio squinted his eyes and read: WadaCal CD3 - a calcium supplement. "Are you getting enough calcium everyday?"
Atobe held the bottle up in one hand and recited the question as if he was a spokesman, and for one fleeting moment Kamio thought he was watching a commercial. He cracked a smile, thinking Atobe must be joking around. Then Kamio noticed that look in his eyes, and he knew Atobe was totally serious . . . which was even funnier. Kamio fell back laughing.
Atobe sighed, obviously annoyed. "I’m serious, Kamio. How do you get your calcium everyday?"
Kamio twisted his body so he was still laying down, but could now see Atobe’s face. "I know you’re serious - that’s why it’s so funny. And I dunno, I’m sure I get calcium somehow." Kamio could really think of more interesting things to talk about; never mind he was the one who brought this up in the first place.
"Like what, those root beer floats? But you don’t have those daily, do you? Do you drink milk everyday? They give you milk at school, right?"
Kamio groaned. "I just bring juice, usually. Atobe, I can take care of myself."
"I somehow doubt it, with that attitude."
Normally, Kamio would have jumped down Atobe’s throat at his point, but he was honestly too tired, lulled into a peaceful calm by an excess of root beer floats, swimming, air conditioning, and Atobe.
"Just forget it," he spoke with a wide yawn, making his words almost indiscernible. "I’m sleepy." Kamio squirmed up Atobe’s bed, nestling his head into a pillow, snuggling into the comforter. "Can I nap here?"
Although Kamio had his eyes closed, he could still imagine Atobe rolling his eyes at him. "Of course. I’ll join you when I’m done with this."
Feeling randomly bratty and petulant, Kamio scowled. "Just do that later," he blushed, realizing he wasn’t actually interested in napping, so much as kissing and cuddling. Jesus, Atobe may be a freak, but Kamio thought he himself was such a girl sometimes. Again, Kamio couldn’t see, but could perfectly imagine Atobe’s smirk.
Atobe gave a mock sigh, moving towards the bed. "I suppose I can delay my usual activities to indulge the princess."
Kamio snarled, although secretly pleased as he felt Atobe sink down into the bed. "I am not a princess, you bastard." But then Atobe shifted next to him and wrapped his arms around Kamio, spooning him perfectly and comfortably. Kamio both hated and loved the fact that he fit so well with Atobe in this position. Kamio turned sideways, throwing one arm over Atobe’s chest, pressing his face against his side. Kamio’s insides had, by this point, turned into complete mush, and he had the suspicion that Atobe’s had as well, due to the boy’s vague, uneasy squirming. Kamio snuggled in further as he felt Atobe shift a thin blanket over the both of them.
This situation brought up another reason why Kamio believed Atobe was a class A freak. Honestly speaking, Kamio would have had him pinned for a closet pervert, especially considering how heavily he came onto to Kamio sometimes. Yet, despite all the kisses, touches, cuddling, and suggestive looks, Atobe had not once actually tried anything. By which "anything," meant something beyond first base. (Was kissing even considered "first base"? Kamio had never been too clear on the whole baseball diamond metaphor.) Even now, they were both completely clothed, hands never once travelling below the belt. Not that Kamio was in any rush to do anything like that, but it felt strange, and thinking about it too much began making him feel insecure and confused, like maybe Atobe didn’t like him that much. But he must, Kamio rationalized. A few times, when they’d been kissing, their bodies had pressed together closer than usual, and Kamio had felt the distinct bulge of Atobe’s erection pressing into his hip. (And, he was sure, Atobe had felt the same thing from him as well.) So they obviously both wanted each other, in that sense (the sense that made Kamio blush furiously).
Kamio felt a finger press underneath his chin, rubbing gently back and forth. Kamio lifted his face up and gave a pleasured sigh. He loved being stroked under his chin. Atobe had, apparently, anticipated this, and used the position of Kamio’s face to his advantage, leaning down for a kiss.
Kamio held in a shudder of excitement as hot breath touched his lips, preceding a pair of soft, confident lips. Atobe pulled his head down, deepening the contact, slipping a tongue against Kamio’s lips, which opened for him without hesitation. Atobe’s tongue slid across Kamio’s bottom lip teasingly, before entering his mouth and stroking firmly, slowly against Kamio’s own tongue. Kamio moaned, arms tightening around Atobe’s torso, while his mouth went slack, completely submitting itself to Atobe’s ever-so-talented lips and tongue.
And then, the moment was shattered, as Kamio felt something slip into his throat, choking him. He gagged and gulped in air, swallowing down whatever solid object had become lodged in his throat.
Kamio sat up, coughing and swearing. "What . . . what the hell?!"
Atobe ran a soothing hand over Kamio’s back and pressed his face into his hair, shushing him. "It’s okay, Kamio, it’s just a calcium pill . . . ssshhhh."
Kamio pushed him away, jumping up off the bed towards a glass of water sitting conveniently on a table across the room. He took a deep gulp, feeling the pill slide completely down. Happy he was no longer choking, he slammed the glass back onto the table, splashing it a little, and gave Atobe a death glare. "You . . . you bastard! I could’ve choked!" His face was red, both from rage and from the struggle of coughing moments earlier.
"You could not have choked," Atobe rolled his eyes, as if Kamio was just overreacting. "I would not have let you choke, Kamio."
"You . . ." Kamio was so angry, he was even having difficulty forming sentences, "You - you . . . I’ve been traumatized, I tell you! I’m never kissing you again, for fear of having something shoved down my throat and choking and dying." Kamio finished, squeezing one fist in the air in a look of triumph.
Atobe, feeling not at all threatened, got up from the bed and walked over to Kamio, a look of utmost amusement on his face.
"Stay away, you bastard! I’m leaving-" Kamio was silenced as Atobe grabbed and pulled him into a very forceful kiss, his greater strength overpowering Kamio as he held him there firmly. At first Kamio’s body protested, fighting against Atobe’s. However, realizing that it was futile, and then finding himself not nearly as traumatized had he would have thought, Kamio soon relaxed under Atobe’s grip, even reaching his arms around Atobe’s body, pulling him closer and returning the kiss.
Kamio wasn’t sure how long they’d stood there like that, lips locked and bodies molded against one another, but when they finally broke apart, he had completely forgotten about choking hazards and vitamins, his mind once again pondering erections and baseball diamonds.
Although Kamio really, really wanted to go back to the bed and continue, Atobe had decided to once again prove he was the world’s biggest freak.
"I can’t believe you got water on that table, Kamio. That’s imported Italian mahogany. Do you realize that’s why we have coasters? I need to have Michiko-san repolish this immediately," and with that he stomped out of the room, calling for his maid, leaving Kamio standing there alone, his face twitching in extreme annoyance.
~FIN~
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You know, I've been thinking, considering this project is halfway done, it really should have a name. (I mean, besides "30 kisses") Any ideas? XD
Please review! Ore-sama loves getting reviews! ♥
Author: sublimeparadigm
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Kamio Akira
Theme: #28 - Wada Calcium CD3
Chapter: 15/30 ~Interlude~
Rating: PG-13
Notes: As this marks the halfway point of the project, this chapter can be taken as an interlude. In other words, it's a oneshot that could technically be a stand-alone, but still fits into the storyline.
Summary: Atobe is a freak, and Kamio just isn't watching his health properly.
Previous chapters ~HERE~
Comments/criticism welcomed and encouraged. Lots of hugs and sweet lovin' to all my reviewers.
pimped @ 30_kisses, bekami, tenipuri_yaoi, and my journal.
Vitamins
Dear Gods above, he’s such a freak.
Kamio sat there, on the corner of Atobe’s bed. It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind Kamio would usually spend lounging around his house with an enormous box fan pointed directly at him, attempting some homework, maybe playing a video game. Luckily, his boy- . . . whatever Atobe was, came with a few nice benefits, which Kamio had been serenely indulging in for most of the day. Honestly speaking, Atobe came with a lot of "benefits," but today’s list included air conditioning, an in-ground pool with cool, crystal-clear water, and servant ready to bring him any frozen drink Kamio wanted. He had filled up quite nicely on root beer floats. Atobe’s butler could make one mean root beer float.
Anyways, Kamio was currently basking in benefit #1: air conditioning. The intoxicating buzz of cold, recirculated air caressed his skin and flowed like a soothing elixir into his lungs as he inhaled. Atobe, being the freak he was, was currently participating in his "weekly preparation chores," as he called them. This included the obsessive and inane task of selecting each of his outfits for the week, which actually consisted of five sets of clothing per day: school uniform, tennis uniform (these two were of course the easy ones), workout clothes (or gym uniform, if it was P.E. day), casual clothes, and sleep clothes. It also included going over his meal schedule with his head cook, perfectly planning and sectioning each day’s homework out, and counting out the week’s daily vitamins.
This was further proof to Kamio that Atobe was a freak: his obsession with vitamins. He had apparently worked out a set schedule with both his doctor and physical trainer for his nutritional intake, which included food, drink, and a seeming truckload of vitamins he took on a daily basis. Well, Kamio thought, at least he’s not taking steroids or some shit. Still, it was a bizarre habit for a 15 year-old boy, and while watching Atobe divide out his calcium pills for the week into one of those plastic containers sectioned off for each day of the week - the kind that old people living in nursing homes who take handfuls of meds each day use - Kamio couldn’t help but say as much.
"The human body is a frail, fickle creature, Kamio," Atobe drawled in that queenly, condescending air he took whenever challenged. "I may be young and strong, but I’m still susceptible to illness and weakness. I’m simply insuring that my body stays in top form."
Well, Kamio couldn’t argue with that, really. Although he occasionally indulged in junk foods, Atobe really was the picture-perfect portrayal of healthiness. Still . . . "Isn’t it kind of . . . I dunno, overkill?" Kamio was never one to back down first. "I mean, I never take vitamins, and I feel perfectly fine and healthy."
Atobe raised an eyebrow at him, as if skeptical of his words.
"What?" Kamio tensed, narrowing his eyes, always ready for a fight.
"You know, Kamio, at your age you really should be concerned. You’re still growing, still developing. Strong bones are particularly important, if you want to keep playing tennis when you’re older," Atobe turned back to his dresser and Kamio rolled his eyes. Did he always have to sound like he was . . . belittling Kamio? Atobe turned back holding a small plastic bottle. Kamio squinted his eyes and read: WadaCal CD3 - a calcium supplement. "Are you getting enough calcium everyday?"
Atobe held the bottle up in one hand and recited the question as if he was a spokesman, and for one fleeting moment Kamio thought he was watching a commercial. He cracked a smile, thinking Atobe must be joking around. Then Kamio noticed that look in his eyes, and he knew Atobe was totally serious . . . which was even funnier. Kamio fell back laughing.
Atobe sighed, obviously annoyed. "I’m serious, Kamio. How do you get your calcium everyday?"
Kamio twisted his body so he was still laying down, but could now see Atobe’s face. "I know you’re serious - that’s why it’s so funny. And I dunno, I’m sure I get calcium somehow." Kamio could really think of more interesting things to talk about; never mind he was the one who brought this up in the first place.
"Like what, those root beer floats? But you don’t have those daily, do you? Do you drink milk everyday? They give you milk at school, right?"
Kamio groaned. "I just bring juice, usually. Atobe, I can take care of myself."
"I somehow doubt it, with that attitude."
Normally, Kamio would have jumped down Atobe’s throat at his point, but he was honestly too tired, lulled into a peaceful calm by an excess of root beer floats, swimming, air conditioning, and Atobe.
"Just forget it," he spoke with a wide yawn, making his words almost indiscernible. "I’m sleepy." Kamio squirmed up Atobe’s bed, nestling his head into a pillow, snuggling into the comforter. "Can I nap here?"
Although Kamio had his eyes closed, he could still imagine Atobe rolling his eyes at him. "Of course. I’ll join you when I’m done with this."
Feeling randomly bratty and petulant, Kamio scowled. "Just do that later," he blushed, realizing he wasn’t actually interested in napping, so much as kissing and cuddling. Jesus, Atobe may be a freak, but Kamio thought he himself was such a girl sometimes. Again, Kamio couldn’t see, but could perfectly imagine Atobe’s smirk.
Atobe gave a mock sigh, moving towards the bed. "I suppose I can delay my usual activities to indulge the princess."
Kamio snarled, although secretly pleased as he felt Atobe sink down into the bed. "I am not a princess, you bastard." But then Atobe shifted next to him and wrapped his arms around Kamio, spooning him perfectly and comfortably. Kamio both hated and loved the fact that he fit so well with Atobe in this position. Kamio turned sideways, throwing one arm over Atobe’s chest, pressing his face against his side. Kamio’s insides had, by this point, turned into complete mush, and he had the suspicion that Atobe’s had as well, due to the boy’s vague, uneasy squirming. Kamio snuggled in further as he felt Atobe shift a thin blanket over the both of them.
This situation brought up another reason why Kamio believed Atobe was a class A freak. Honestly speaking, Kamio would have had him pinned for a closet pervert, especially considering how heavily he came onto to Kamio sometimes. Yet, despite all the kisses, touches, cuddling, and suggestive looks, Atobe had not once actually tried anything. By which "anything," meant something beyond first base. (Was kissing even considered "first base"? Kamio had never been too clear on the whole baseball diamond metaphor.) Even now, they were both completely clothed, hands never once travelling below the belt. Not that Kamio was in any rush to do anything like that, but it felt strange, and thinking about it too much began making him feel insecure and confused, like maybe Atobe didn’t like him that much. But he must, Kamio rationalized. A few times, when they’d been kissing, their bodies had pressed together closer than usual, and Kamio had felt the distinct bulge of Atobe’s erection pressing into his hip. (And, he was sure, Atobe had felt the same thing from him as well.) So they obviously both wanted each other, in that sense (the sense that made Kamio blush furiously).
Kamio felt a finger press underneath his chin, rubbing gently back and forth. Kamio lifted his face up and gave a pleasured sigh. He loved being stroked under his chin. Atobe had, apparently, anticipated this, and used the position of Kamio’s face to his advantage, leaning down for a kiss.
Kamio held in a shudder of excitement as hot breath touched his lips, preceding a pair of soft, confident lips. Atobe pulled his head down, deepening the contact, slipping a tongue against Kamio’s lips, which opened for him without hesitation. Atobe’s tongue slid across Kamio’s bottom lip teasingly, before entering his mouth and stroking firmly, slowly against Kamio’s own tongue. Kamio moaned, arms tightening around Atobe’s torso, while his mouth went slack, completely submitting itself to Atobe’s ever-so-talented lips and tongue.
And then, the moment was shattered, as Kamio felt something slip into his throat, choking him. He gagged and gulped in air, swallowing down whatever solid object had become lodged in his throat.
Kamio sat up, coughing and swearing. "What . . . what the hell?!"
Atobe ran a soothing hand over Kamio’s back and pressed his face into his hair, shushing him. "It’s okay, Kamio, it’s just a calcium pill . . . ssshhhh."
Kamio pushed him away, jumping up off the bed towards a glass of water sitting conveniently on a table across the room. He took a deep gulp, feeling the pill slide completely down. Happy he was no longer choking, he slammed the glass back onto the table, splashing it a little, and gave Atobe a death glare. "You . . . you bastard! I could’ve choked!" His face was red, both from rage and from the struggle of coughing moments earlier.
"You could not have choked," Atobe rolled his eyes, as if Kamio was just overreacting. "I would not have let you choke, Kamio."
"You . . ." Kamio was so angry, he was even having difficulty forming sentences, "You - you . . . I’ve been traumatized, I tell you! I’m never kissing you again, for fear of having something shoved down my throat and choking and dying." Kamio finished, squeezing one fist in the air in a look of triumph.
Atobe, feeling not at all threatened, got up from the bed and walked over to Kamio, a look of utmost amusement on his face.
"Stay away, you bastard! I’m leaving-" Kamio was silenced as Atobe grabbed and pulled him into a very forceful kiss, his greater strength overpowering Kamio as he held him there firmly. At first Kamio’s body protested, fighting against Atobe’s. However, realizing that it was futile, and then finding himself not nearly as traumatized had he would have thought, Kamio soon relaxed under Atobe’s grip, even reaching his arms around Atobe’s body, pulling him closer and returning the kiss.
Kamio wasn’t sure how long they’d stood there like that, lips locked and bodies molded against one another, but when they finally broke apart, he had completely forgotten about choking hazards and vitamins, his mind once again pondering erections and baseball diamonds.
Although Kamio really, really wanted to go back to the bed and continue, Atobe had decided to once again prove he was the world’s biggest freak.
"I can’t believe you got water on that table, Kamio. That’s imported Italian mahogany. Do you realize that’s why we have coasters? I need to have Michiko-san repolish this immediately," and with that he stomped out of the room, calling for his maid, leaving Kamio standing there alone, his face twitching in extreme annoyance.
~FIN~
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You know, I've been thinking, considering this project is halfway done, it really should have a name. (I mean, besides "30 kisses") Any ideas? XD
Please review! Ore-sama loves getting reviews! ♥