fic. for mellowcookie.
La la la. For rancidmelody, and her prompt Oshigaku, "sexy," and Oshitari's point of view. In my opinion, short, lame and kind of OOC. BUT. Here goes anyway. I'll make up a title or something after someone reads this, heh.
Gakuto was lying on his back beneath him, a light sheen of sweat coating his body, causing a few strands of red hair to stick to his face. Come was starting to dry on his stomach, and Gakuto's eyes were closed in the perfect expression of post-coital bliss. Even completely sated, though, Gakuto was unable to stop himself from saying his name in a sort of moan, nor stop his cock from twitching slightly as he nipped the shorter boy's earlobe, then covered the sensitive flesh with his tongue.
Nothing could possibly be more sexy.
Unless...there were rose petals...and maybe a few -
"YUUSHI!"
Oshitari sighed heavily as the fantasy fragmented and faded from his mind. Instead of moaning his name, this Gakuto had apparently been shouting it for some time, if one were to judge by the force with wihich he slammed his hands on the table, or the flush that was rapidly darkening his face.
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and flipping over the book he had been intending to read, Oshitari finally looked directly at the other boy, who was hovering over him from where he was sitting at the cafeteria table, livid and nearly panting with rage.
"...Yes?"
"Do you know what that bastard Shishido just said?"
Oshitari started to say that he had no idea what that uncultured, uncouth plebeian could have said or done to warrant such a response, but was interrupted by Gakuto's finger abruptly pointing between his eyes.
"Don't you dare even think about patronizing me, Yuushi, or I'll hit you."
Oshitari closed his mouth far more quickly than he had opened it, although he was unable to completely prevent his lips from quirking in a sort of grin at the red-haired boy. Although, when contrasted with the color of his face, it was really more of a fuchsia...
Fortunately, by this point, Gakuto had pulled away, and was now pacing in front of Oshitari, gesticulating vehemently as he recounted Shishido's latest offense.
Although not exactly listening attentively, it was evident to Oshitari from Gakuto's angry jabs towards the back of the cafeteria where both Shishido and Ootori were standing that some slight had been made to his tennis performance. It was possibly along the lines of insinuating that Gakuto would never play as D1, or maybe something about the success of Shishido's new formation what he claimed were almost Synchro-esque moves. Whatever it was, it wasn't really anything new - Oshitari knew that both he and Gakuto had said far worse on other occasions - but for some reason, the other boy seemed particularly upset, and showed no sign of slowing his rant.
There was really only one thing to do in this situation.
Oshitari stood up slowly, and walked around to face the other boy, placing his hands on his shoulders, stopping him from wearing a hole in the linoleum flooring. Gakuto finally did pause for a moment, and looked up at him, confused. Oshitari smirked, then leaned forward to kiss Gakuto soundly.
He froze for a moment, and although Oshitari was unsure if this was in surprise or anger, he didn't move back; instead ran the tip of his tongue against the other boy's lip, attempting to coax his mouth open.
On the other side of the room, there was a crash, and concerned shouts of "Shishido-san!" This was clearly all the encouragement Gakuto needed, as after hearing Ootori's worried voice, he responded to the kiss with some ferocity. Their teeth clanked together more awkwardly than the first time they had kissed. Then, Gakuto's tongue was in his mouth, and Oshitari was convinced that if there had been a wall anywhere in the proximity he would have been slammed into it. As it was, Gakuto was doing a fairly respectable job of bending him over the table.
A few moments later, Gakuto pushed away. Oshitari was more concentrated on the metallic taste he could feel flooding his mouth (presumably blood - had Gakuto actually bitten him that hard?) and he nearly didn't notice the other boy's sudden absence.
Evidently, the glazed look that passed over Oshitari's face did nothing to appease Gakuto, who's current expression was no more pleased or satisfied than the one he had worn while berating Shishido moments earlier.
Sensing Gakuto's glare, Oshitari slowly brought his eyes to meet those of his still-furious boyfriend. All attempts to find a suitably witty remark failed as Gakuto hissed "You bastard," then pulled back his arm and slapped his boyfriend as hard as he could.
Not bothering to watch Gakuto as he stalked off, Oshitari walked back to his seat and sat down, attempting to regain some dignity and composure, despite his obviously reddening cheek. He picked up the book he had been reading, intent on using it for an excuse to ignore the silver-haired underclassman approaching him. The book proved itself as useful as it had been before Gakuto had appeared, though, for after two sentences Oshitari found himself instead sliding into his previous revelries.
Oshitari's eyes snapped open as he realized in this latest scenario, he had envisioned himself handcuffed to the bed, with Gakuto straddling him, creating red lines down his chest with his fingernails.
Nothing could have possibly been more sexy.
Gakuto was lying on his back beneath him, a light sheen of sweat coating his body, causing a few strands of red hair to stick to his face. Come was starting to dry on his stomach, and Gakuto's eyes were closed in the perfect expression of post-coital bliss. Even completely sated, though, Gakuto was unable to stop himself from saying his name in a sort of moan, nor stop his cock from twitching slightly as he nipped the shorter boy's earlobe, then covered the sensitive flesh with his tongue.
Nothing could possibly be more sexy.
Unless...there were rose petals...and maybe a few -
"YUUSHI!"
Oshitari sighed heavily as the fantasy fragmented and faded from his mind. Instead of moaning his name, this Gakuto had apparently been shouting it for some time, if one were to judge by the force with wihich he slammed his hands on the table, or the flush that was rapidly darkening his face.
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and flipping over the book he had been intending to read, Oshitari finally looked directly at the other boy, who was hovering over him from where he was sitting at the cafeteria table, livid and nearly panting with rage.
"...Yes?"
"Do you know what that bastard Shishido just said?"
Oshitari started to say that he had no idea what that uncultured, uncouth plebeian could have said or done to warrant such a response, but was interrupted by Gakuto's finger abruptly pointing between his eyes.
"Don't you dare even think about patronizing me, Yuushi, or I'll hit you."
Oshitari closed his mouth far more quickly than he had opened it, although he was unable to completely prevent his lips from quirking in a sort of grin at the red-haired boy. Although, when contrasted with the color of his face, it was really more of a fuchsia...
Fortunately, by this point, Gakuto had pulled away, and was now pacing in front of Oshitari, gesticulating vehemently as he recounted Shishido's latest offense.
Although not exactly listening attentively, it was evident to Oshitari from Gakuto's angry jabs towards the back of the cafeteria where both Shishido and Ootori were standing that some slight had been made to his tennis performance. It was possibly along the lines of insinuating that Gakuto would never play as D1, or maybe something about the success of Shishido's new formation what he claimed were almost Synchro-esque moves. Whatever it was, it wasn't really anything new - Oshitari knew that both he and Gakuto had said far worse on other occasions - but for some reason, the other boy seemed particularly upset, and showed no sign of slowing his rant.
There was really only one thing to do in this situation.
Oshitari stood up slowly, and walked around to face the other boy, placing his hands on his shoulders, stopping him from wearing a hole in the linoleum flooring. Gakuto finally did pause for a moment, and looked up at him, confused. Oshitari smirked, then leaned forward to kiss Gakuto soundly.
He froze for a moment, and although Oshitari was unsure if this was in surprise or anger, he didn't move back; instead ran the tip of his tongue against the other boy's lip, attempting to coax his mouth open.
On the other side of the room, there was a crash, and concerned shouts of "Shishido-san!" This was clearly all the encouragement Gakuto needed, as after hearing Ootori's worried voice, he responded to the kiss with some ferocity. Their teeth clanked together more awkwardly than the first time they had kissed. Then, Gakuto's tongue was in his mouth, and Oshitari was convinced that if there had been a wall anywhere in the proximity he would have been slammed into it. As it was, Gakuto was doing a fairly respectable job of bending him over the table.
A few moments later, Gakuto pushed away. Oshitari was more concentrated on the metallic taste he could feel flooding his mouth (presumably blood - had Gakuto actually bitten him that hard?) and he nearly didn't notice the other boy's sudden absence.
Evidently, the glazed look that passed over Oshitari's face did nothing to appease Gakuto, who's current expression was no more pleased or satisfied than the one he had worn while berating Shishido moments earlier.
Sensing Gakuto's glare, Oshitari slowly brought his eyes to meet those of his still-furious boyfriend. All attempts to find a suitably witty remark failed as Gakuto hissed "You bastard," then pulled back his arm and slapped his boyfriend as hard as he could.
Not bothering to watch Gakuto as he stalked off, Oshitari walked back to his seat and sat down, attempting to regain some dignity and composure, despite his obviously reddening cheek. He picked up the book he had been reading, intent on using it for an excuse to ignore the silver-haired underclassman approaching him. The book proved itself as useful as it had been before Gakuto had appeared, though, for after two sentences Oshitari found himself instead sliding into his previous revelries.
Oshitari's eyes snapped open as he realized in this latest scenario, he had envisioned himself handcuffed to the bed, with Gakuto straddling him, creating red lines down his chest with his fingernails.
Nothing could have possibly been more sexy.