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Title: Morning Calisthenics (1/2)
Rating: T+
Characters: Silver Pair drabble
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone else
Summary: Shishido has a little problem with Ohtori's morning exercise routine.
*
They'd been living together in the Hyoutei dormitories for half a year, and Shishido found that Ohtori was the perfect roommate.
Well, almost.
The one exception was first thing in the morning. It was bad enough that Shishido woke up with the usual morning "issue," but to be met with the sight of his sweet roommate half-naked, sweaty and flexing his considerable muscle mass was almost more than Shishido could bear.
Ohtori's back muscles rippled during pushups. His butt tightened, and his long legs clenched and released in a way that fueled Shishido's fantasies. He imagined those lean legs wrapped around his shoulders, clenching him closer while he mercilessly teased Ohtori with his lips and tongue...
The younger boy was completely oblivious, of course. And when Ohtori stood, sweaty from exertion, and flexed his arm to chug back a tall glass of water (the sweat, obviously, causing Ohtori's boxers to cling tightly around his hips), Shishido felt that he could just about scream from frustration.
Shishido had to lie in bed, feigning sleep, until Ohtori was done. And then, praying that Ohtori wouldn't emerge from the communal shower early, he took care of himself as quickly as possible before the younger boy returned. If Ohtori did return before Shishido was done, he was forced to pretend to sleep in, which made him late for class...
It was demeaning. Shishido hadn't asked to live with a hot roommate, but there they were. He racked his brain for a better way to deal with the daily issue before it permanently impacted his grades.
But finally Shishido hit upon a solution. The only way to distract himself from Ohtori's little floor show was to engage in the same behavior himself -- exercise was the answer! Exercise would not only distract him from Ohtori, it would help him work out his morning frustration too.
*
On the first day that Shishido joined Ohtori for morning exercise, Ohtori seemed surprised but overjoyed. He enthusiastically cleared more floor space in their room, and then offered in a kindly way to help with stretching and spotting. Shishido hastily declined Ohtori's help, which puzzled the younger boy, but didn't stifle his obvious enjoyment of Shishido's company.
On the second day of their mutual exertions, Shishido noticed that Ohtori seemed a little clumsier than usual, and even accidentally stumbled into his bed during jumping jacks.
"Are you okay?" Shishido said, his own half-clad body bent over backward in a yogic position, long hair streaming onto the floor.
"Just...fine...senpai..." Ohtori seemed to be gritting his teeth.
"Well, don't overdo it, Choutarou."
And Ohtori was strangely silent.
On the third day of their exercise routine, Shishido noticed that Ohtori's sit-ups were slowing to a stop, and that the younger man was lying back with his eyes steadfastly fixed on the ceiling. Shishido abruptly ceased his curl repetitions and put the free-weight down on the floor.
"Choutarou? Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"Senpai...I...think I have to start exercising at the gym in the morning," Ohtori said in a slightly strained tone.
"I'm sorry," Shishido said immediately, "I guess my routine is getting in your way, isn't it? I understand. I can always put off exercising until later, I just wanted to...er...keep you company," he finished lamely.
"Oh -- no! No, senpai, you aren't in my way at all." Ohtori sat up, his voice all earnest. "In fact, I don't mind at all that you're joining me -- I even like it. Except, I..."
Shishido noticed that Ohtori's cheeks were flushed. The younger man promptly buried his face in his arms.
"What's that, Choutarou?" Shishido prompted.
"Y-you're distracting me." The voice was muffled by his crossed arms.
"I'm -- what?"
Ohtori looked up at him, his eyes sheepish and a little fearful. "I'm sorry, senpai! I try not to look, but...I can't seem to help it..."
Shishido suddenly realized what Ohtori was trying to say, and the knowledge was like warm liquid poured all over his stomach and thighs.
"You're watching me, Choutarou?" Shishido asked, eyes steady on the younger man. "You like watching me exercise?"
"I -- yes -- no -- it's more like I can't stop watching you exercise," Ohtori said falteringly, and then bit his lip, realizing what he was admitting. "I'm really sorry. Please -- I'll stop. Please don't feel uncomfortable."
The air suddenly felt hot between them. Shishido's mouth curved in a small smile -- his sweet roommate was watching him? The surge of heat that shot through his body was almost unbearable.
"You mean, you like watching me do this?" Shishido picked up the free-weight again, and with his eyes on Ohtori, curled his forearm up to his shoulder.
Ohtori's eyes were glued to his arm muscle. Shishido did it again, and watched as Ohtori helplessly followed the flex and curl of his bicep. The younger man opened his mouth ever so slightly as Shishido slowly did a set, all the while watching Ohtori watch him.
"Or maybe," Shishido said, "you like watching me do this?" He got down on the floor and lay back, legs flexed and feet toward Ohtori. Then, slowly, he curled his torso upward to his knees.
Ohtori's face turned a hot shade of pink as his eyes ranged from Shishido's chest, down his stomach, to his groin. "Shishido-senpai," he breathed, and brought both hands up to his face in a cute attempt to cover his blush. Shishido suddenly realized that Ohtori was having some trouble: the boy had clenched his legs together and brought his knees up to his chin in an attempt to hide his excitement.
Shishido took pity on him and sat up -- and then smiled. Shishido was filled with a strange heady sense of victory, a better feeling even than winning at doubles.
"Choutarou -- Choutarou...look at me." Shishido waited until Ohtori's eyes were on his. "Honestly, the only reason I joined you in the morning was because I couldn't help watching you too."
The impact of Shishido's statement was instant and amazing. Ohtori's eyes flew wide in astonishment.
"I find you hard to look away from too, Choutarou." Shishido's grin became, if anything, bigger.
And then, eyes locked on each other, they both burst into peals of helpless laughter. It felt as though half a year of slowly building frustration suddenly dissolved and fell from their shoulders.
"You -- you exercise half naked every morning -- how could you expect me not to watch?" Shishido gasped, doubling over.
"Ahhh...I must've been an idiot not to realize that...that you felt it too, senpai," Ohtori said ruefully. "It does explain a lot about your sleeping habits..."
But after the laughter ended, their eyes still locked, Shishido realized that there was still tension between them.
Ohtori seemed to know exactly what to do next. He scooted a few paces nearer to Shishido. "So," he asked softly (Shishido's nose was suddenly full of Ohtori's scent, musky and warm), "So. Can I help you... do those curls?"
All the hairs on Shishido's arm stood upright, suddenly, as a shiver passed down his spine. He wasn't sure what would happen next. The only thing he could do was nod.
*
( Part 2 )
Rating: T+
Characters: Silver Pair drabble
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone else
Summary: Shishido has a little problem with Ohtori's morning exercise routine.
*
They'd been living together in the Hyoutei dormitories for half a year, and Shishido found that Ohtori was the perfect roommate.
Well, almost.
The one exception was first thing in the morning. It was bad enough that Shishido woke up with the usual morning "issue," but to be met with the sight of his sweet roommate half-naked, sweaty and flexing his considerable muscle mass was almost more than Shishido could bear.
Ohtori's back muscles rippled during pushups. His butt tightened, and his long legs clenched and released in a way that fueled Shishido's fantasies. He imagined those lean legs wrapped around his shoulders, clenching him closer while he mercilessly teased Ohtori with his lips and tongue...
The younger boy was completely oblivious, of course. And when Ohtori stood, sweaty from exertion, and flexed his arm to chug back a tall glass of water (the sweat, obviously, causing Ohtori's boxers to cling tightly around his hips), Shishido felt that he could just about scream from frustration.
Shishido had to lie in bed, feigning sleep, until Ohtori was done. And then, praying that Ohtori wouldn't emerge from the communal shower early, he took care of himself as quickly as possible before the younger boy returned. If Ohtori did return before Shishido was done, he was forced to pretend to sleep in, which made him late for class...
It was demeaning. Shishido hadn't asked to live with a hot roommate, but there they were. He racked his brain for a better way to deal with the daily issue before it permanently impacted his grades.
But finally Shishido hit upon a solution. The only way to distract himself from Ohtori's little floor show was to engage in the same behavior himself -- exercise was the answer! Exercise would not only distract him from Ohtori, it would help him work out his morning frustration too.
*
On the first day that Shishido joined Ohtori for morning exercise, Ohtori seemed surprised but overjoyed. He enthusiastically cleared more floor space in their room, and then offered in a kindly way to help with stretching and spotting. Shishido hastily declined Ohtori's help, which puzzled the younger boy, but didn't stifle his obvious enjoyment of Shishido's company.
On the second day of their mutual exertions, Shishido noticed that Ohtori seemed a little clumsier than usual, and even accidentally stumbled into his bed during jumping jacks.
"Are you okay?" Shishido said, his own half-clad body bent over backward in a yogic position, long hair streaming onto the floor.
"Just...fine...senpai..." Ohtori seemed to be gritting his teeth.
"Well, don't overdo it, Choutarou."
And Ohtori was strangely silent.
On the third day of their exercise routine, Shishido noticed that Ohtori's sit-ups were slowing to a stop, and that the younger man was lying back with his eyes steadfastly fixed on the ceiling. Shishido abruptly ceased his curl repetitions and put the free-weight down on the floor.
"Choutarou? Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"Senpai...I...think I have to start exercising at the gym in the morning," Ohtori said in a slightly strained tone.
"I'm sorry," Shishido said immediately, "I guess my routine is getting in your way, isn't it? I understand. I can always put off exercising until later, I just wanted to...er...keep you company," he finished lamely.
"Oh -- no! No, senpai, you aren't in my way at all." Ohtori sat up, his voice all earnest. "In fact, I don't mind at all that you're joining me -- I even like it. Except, I..."
Shishido noticed that Ohtori's cheeks were flushed. The younger man promptly buried his face in his arms.
"What's that, Choutarou?" Shishido prompted.
"Y-you're distracting me." The voice was muffled by his crossed arms.
"I'm -- what?"
Ohtori looked up at him, his eyes sheepish and a little fearful. "I'm sorry, senpai! I try not to look, but...I can't seem to help it..."
Shishido suddenly realized what Ohtori was trying to say, and the knowledge was like warm liquid poured all over his stomach and thighs.
"You're watching me, Choutarou?" Shishido asked, eyes steady on the younger man. "You like watching me exercise?"
"I -- yes -- no -- it's more like I can't stop watching you exercise," Ohtori said falteringly, and then bit his lip, realizing what he was admitting. "I'm really sorry. Please -- I'll stop. Please don't feel uncomfortable."
The air suddenly felt hot between them. Shishido's mouth curved in a small smile -- his sweet roommate was watching him? The surge of heat that shot through his body was almost unbearable.
"You mean, you like watching me do this?" Shishido picked up the free-weight again, and with his eyes on Ohtori, curled his forearm up to his shoulder.
Ohtori's eyes were glued to his arm muscle. Shishido did it again, and watched as Ohtori helplessly followed the flex and curl of his bicep. The younger man opened his mouth ever so slightly as Shishido slowly did a set, all the while watching Ohtori watch him.
"Or maybe," Shishido said, "you like watching me do this?" He got down on the floor and lay back, legs flexed and feet toward Ohtori. Then, slowly, he curled his torso upward to his knees.
Ohtori's face turned a hot shade of pink as his eyes ranged from Shishido's chest, down his stomach, to his groin. "Shishido-senpai," he breathed, and brought both hands up to his face in a cute attempt to cover his blush. Shishido suddenly realized that Ohtori was having some trouble: the boy had clenched his legs together and brought his knees up to his chin in an attempt to hide his excitement.
Shishido took pity on him and sat up -- and then smiled. Shishido was filled with a strange heady sense of victory, a better feeling even than winning at doubles.
"Choutarou -- Choutarou...look at me." Shishido waited until Ohtori's eyes were on his. "Honestly, the only reason I joined you in the morning was because I couldn't help watching you too."
The impact of Shishido's statement was instant and amazing. Ohtori's eyes flew wide in astonishment.
"I find you hard to look away from too, Choutarou." Shishido's grin became, if anything, bigger.
And then, eyes locked on each other, they both burst into peals of helpless laughter. It felt as though half a year of slowly building frustration suddenly dissolved and fell from their shoulders.
"You -- you exercise half naked every morning -- how could you expect me not to watch?" Shishido gasped, doubling over.
"Ahhh...I must've been an idiot not to realize that...that you felt it too, senpai," Ohtori said ruefully. "It does explain a lot about your sleeping habits..."
But after the laughter ended, their eyes still locked, Shishido realized that there was still tension between them.
Ohtori seemed to know exactly what to do next. He scooted a few paces nearer to Shishido. "So," he asked softly (Shishido's nose was suddenly full of Ohtori's scent, musky and warm), "So. Can I help you... do those curls?"
All the hairs on Shishido's arm stood upright, suddenly, as a shiver passed down his spine. He wasn't sure what would happen next. The only thing he could do was nod.
*
( Part 2 )