OT5: Some days they just stayed in bed
Title: Some days they just stayed in bed
Author: Atama_ga_itai
Rating: R (for inexplicit sexual situations)
Archive: Main
Summary: I'm continuing my small obsession with Sanada. In this little ficlet, poor Sanada gets the short end of the stick draws the short straw simply can't get lucky.
*
"Caligula had a much more orderly sex life," said Sanada, frustrated, as for the umpteenth time there was one condom too few.
"Now is not the time for complaints," Tezuka rebuked him, sweat lining a face schooled in concentration. But a moment later, said, "Aaaah -- damn!"
"Kuni-chan!" Atobe said in exasperation. "I was so almost..."
"Shuddup, you," said Ryoma, "How's this for finishing?"
Fuji giggled as Atobe fell into a rapt silence.
And Sanada had to reach deeply into his Kendo training as a moment later, each of his sated boyfriends fell exhausted to the floor.
Everyone except himself.
"Excuse me, I've got to get some air," he said, fully expecting his words to fall on insensate, post-coital ears. He turned to go.
But then he felt a vice-like grip on his ankle.
"Echizen, did you remember to get more condoms like I asked you to yesterday?" said Fuji, the owner of the hand, in a dangerously silky voice.
"Er, um, I had to help a pregnant woman get to the hospital."
"Do you think I'm a moron, Ecchi-kun?"
Sanada noticed Ryoma's wince. It was Echizen-kun's least favorite nickname, partly because he said it reminded him way too much of his dad.
"Fuji, let go of my leg," Sanada finally said, losing patience.
The grip, if anything, got stronger.
"Ecchi-kun -- go out. Now. And get the biggest box you can find."
"But I hate buying those enormous boxes at the convenience store," Ryoma complained, "everyone stares!"
Tezuka, lying with his hand draped over the dip in Atobe's back, opened an eye long enough to stare at Ryoma. "Echizen. Go. And I think you should run."
Ryoma shut his half-opened mouth and nodded. "Off I go, sir!" He said in a sprightly manner, and took off.
Fuji glanced at Tezuka and raised an eyebrow. "How'd you get him so well trained? Was it all the laps back in Junior High?"
Tezuka's mouth slipped upward in the closest thing he had to a smile. "Don't pry."
Sanada sighed. "I'd really like to get on with my walk," he said, leaning down to pry Fuji's hands from his ankle. But then he felt a mouth somewhere in the vicinity of his kneecap.
"You get the other one, Keigo-kun, before Sanada descends into one of his week-long sulks."
Sanada was too busy feeling all the blood rush down to his legs to be offended. Much.
"Kuni-chan, can you..."
"On it," Tezuka said briefly, and Sanada bit his lip as the muscled figure of his former rival dropped to his knees in front of him.
That made three mouths in three very different places. Sanada let his head tilt backward as mouths and hands effectively stopped his brain from any kind of higher thought process.
*
"Guys! You finished without me!" Ryoma said, hurt tinging his voice. "You really really needed these condoms, didn't you, Buchou..."
Atobe groaned.
Fuji laughed.
Tezuka muttered something like, "Not my fault Sanada has a hair-trigger..." before Sanada slapped him hard on the bum.
"Oh all right," said Sanada finally, "since he went out on my behalf, I'll be the one to make it up to him..."
"Is this going to be another one of those days when we don't make it out of bed?" Fuji asked, and with a sigh got up to help Sanada undo Ryoma's shoelaces.
Author: Atama_ga_itai
Rating: R (for inexplicit sexual situations)
Archive: Main
Summary: I'm continuing my small obsession with Sanada. In this little ficlet, poor Sanada gets the short end of the stick draws the short straw simply can't get lucky.
*
"Caligula had a much more orderly sex life," said Sanada, frustrated, as for the umpteenth time there was one condom too few.
"Now is not the time for complaints," Tezuka rebuked him, sweat lining a face schooled in concentration. But a moment later, said, "Aaaah -- damn!"
"Kuni-chan!" Atobe said in exasperation. "I was so almost..."
"Shuddup, you," said Ryoma, "How's this for finishing?"
Fuji giggled as Atobe fell into a rapt silence.
And Sanada had to reach deeply into his Kendo training as a moment later, each of his sated boyfriends fell exhausted to the floor.
Everyone except himself.
"Excuse me, I've got to get some air," he said, fully expecting his words to fall on insensate, post-coital ears. He turned to go.
But then he felt a vice-like grip on his ankle.
"Echizen, did you remember to get more condoms like I asked you to yesterday?" said Fuji, the owner of the hand, in a dangerously silky voice.
"Er, um, I had to help a pregnant woman get to the hospital."
"Do you think I'm a moron, Ecchi-kun?"
Sanada noticed Ryoma's wince. It was Echizen-kun's least favorite nickname, partly because he said it reminded him way too much of his dad.
"Fuji, let go of my leg," Sanada finally said, losing patience.
The grip, if anything, got stronger.
"Ecchi-kun -- go out. Now. And get the biggest box you can find."
"But I hate buying those enormous boxes at the convenience store," Ryoma complained, "everyone stares!"
Tezuka, lying with his hand draped over the dip in Atobe's back, opened an eye long enough to stare at Ryoma. "Echizen. Go. And I think you should run."
Ryoma shut his half-opened mouth and nodded. "Off I go, sir!" He said in a sprightly manner, and took off.
Fuji glanced at Tezuka and raised an eyebrow. "How'd you get him so well trained? Was it all the laps back in Junior High?"
Tezuka's mouth slipped upward in the closest thing he had to a smile. "Don't pry."
Sanada sighed. "I'd really like to get on with my walk," he said, leaning down to pry Fuji's hands from his ankle. But then he felt a mouth somewhere in the vicinity of his kneecap.
"You get the other one, Keigo-kun, before Sanada descends into one of his week-long sulks."
Sanada was too busy feeling all the blood rush down to his legs to be offended. Much.
"Kuni-chan, can you..."
"On it," Tezuka said briefly, and Sanada bit his lip as the muscled figure of his former rival dropped to his knees in front of him.
That made three mouths in three very different places. Sanada let his head tilt backward as mouths and hands effectively stopped his brain from any kind of higher thought process.
*
"Guys! You finished without me!" Ryoma said, hurt tinging his voice. "You really really needed these condoms, didn't you, Buchou..."
Atobe groaned.
Fuji laughed.
Tezuka muttered something like, "Not my fault Sanada has a hair-trigger..." before Sanada slapped him hard on the bum.
"Oh all right," said Sanada finally, "since he went out on my behalf, I'll be the one to make it up to him..."
"Is this going to be another one of those days when we don't make it out of bed?" Fuji asked, and with a sigh got up to help Sanada undo Ryoma's shoelaces.