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thislife_is_beautiful) wrote2010-11-21 06:01 pm
thislife_is_beautiful) wrote2010-11-21 06:01 pm
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{Fic} The Best of Friends
Characters: Sanada, Atobe, Yukimura, Tezuka
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it takes a little push...and fail stalking
“It’s not natural,” Atobe states as soon as Sanada slides into the seat across from him. “Look at them....he’s probably attempting to seduce Tezuka with drawings of flowers.” He pauses for a moment to share a glance with his current companion. “Ones with erotic meanings no doubt.”
Sanada thinks the only thing unnatural about the current situation is that Atobe is trying to be discreet in giant shades and a very loud purple top...with ruffles. He orders plain black tea when the waitress comes over. To which, of course, Atobe raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth.
Surprise, surprise the diva has something to say about it.
“You are not with one of your little yellow friends Sanada,” Atobe comments, eyes never leaving the couple on the other side of the room as he speaks. “You can order whatever you like.”
“I wanted tea.”
“What do you think he sees in him?”
Sanada fights back a sigh at the sudden change in conversation and looks over in the direction of Atobe’s gaze. Yukimura is speaking with an excitement in his eyes, which can only one thing....tennis. Tezuka is staring intently at the sketch pad between them so if Sanada could surmise a guess, he would have to say were discussing different positions or player orders. Atobe could be such a thick git half the time...well okay, all of the time.
“Well?? Do pay attention instead of yearning after your captain like the lovesick dog that you are.”
Sanada is about to answer when his phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out to read the message.
Be a good sport and play along will you Gen-chan? <3
Sanada swallows. Yukimura knows that he would do anything and everything for him when he does something like that.
His thought process is interrupted by fingers snapping in his face, and Sanada’s head pops up with a glare that causes even Atobe’s composure to falter for the briefest instant. “Do you ever shut up?” he practically growls, and the diva looks about ready to kill him.
“While you zone out, the flower fairy keeps scooting closer and closer to Tezuka.” He hisses, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you not see that we have a big issue at hand?”
Sanada shrugs as he remembers the text. “I do not understand why we are here; if they wish to be together, then they can be together.”
“No.” Atobe insists. “Your captain is obviously bewitching him, because everybody knows that the only match worthy of Tezuka is...”
Atobe’s eyes widen the slightest bit, and Sanada follows his gaze. Yukimura is tilting Tezuka’s chin towards him before leaning in and kissing him ever so briefly Sanada is not sure of what just happened. Then Yukimura does it again and again, hands sliding back into auburn hair, as the kiss deepens.
Tezuka’s glasses bump Yukimura’s cheek, which causes him to pull back and laugh; Sanada thinks it is the most beautiful noise he has ever heard. He tears his gaze away to look at Atobe, and when he looks back at him, he knows that his own expression is not much different. Atobe’s eyes are a mix of morbid fascination and anger, and they are both clenching their fists as if they are about to break something.
“We should go Kunimitsu,” he hears Yukimura practically giggle. He watches as Yukimura throws down enough yen to cover them both and tugs Tezuka out of the cafe. Sanada thinks it odd, but he supposes if Yukimura had just kissed him like that, his brain would be a little bit addled as well.
Atobe waits to speak until they disappear out the front door before clenching onto Sanada’s wrist and yanking him out as well. “We’re following them.”
Sanada is about to protest when he remembers Yukimura’s text: Play along. So he lets himself be dragged, and thankfully they do not have far to go.
He sees Tezuka and Yukimura’s backs duck into a nearby alley , and Atobe tugs him behind a cluster of stacked boxes....which look awfully strategically placed, but the thought slips out as soon as it comes, because if he peaks through the cracks he can just see Tezuka slamming Yukimura against the wall and tennis shorts riding up his firm thighs as he wraps his legs around the Seigaku captain’s waist.
They’re kissing each other with an urgency that makes Sanada swallow hard, and soon shirts yanked off and slim fingers are digging into shoulder blades that should have been his instead. “Fuck,” Yukimura murmurs as Tezuka starts kissing his neck. The glasses get tossed as well which earns a surprised gasp from Atobe.
Sanada shoots him a glare, and Atobe quickly covers his mouth. Sanada should be concerned with that this says about them, but he’s too busy staring at the sloppy curves the half-naked bodies in front of him make as they arch against each other. Yukimura’s hand works frantically at Tezuka’s fly then pushes his shorts down, drawing out both of their dicks and stroking them in tandem.
He goes slow at first, barely even moving his wrist, but insistent demand from Tezuka increases the pace, and soon enough, his wrist is making these beautiful curves in a rhythm both Sanada and Atobe strive to memorize. Their movements are by no means graceful, and soon, they are relying on friction and the snap of Tezuka’s hips more than anything as they tumble over the edge.
Whether or not it was too fast or too damn slow is beyond Sanada; all he knows is that they have to get out of here and soon. Watching Tezuka brush the hair out of Yukimura’s eyes is almost more painful than watching the previous act so he slowly gets up and yanks the back of Atobe’s jacket to pull them back onto the street.
“I told you we had a serious problem.”
For once, Sanada could not agree more with the peacock next to him.
---
“I think they’re gone,” Yukimura mumbles quietly against Tezuka’s lips. Tezuka simply nods and lets Yukimura’s legs slip off of his hips and down his legs until his feet touch the floor.
“Do you think it worked?” Tezuka asks if they put themselves back together. He’s more than half-blind without his glasses and he squints all over the street in an attempt to find them.
“Mmm that depends,” Yukimura replies easily enough. He plucks Tezuka’s glasses off of the ground and cleans them with his shirt. “For Genichirou, it most definitely lit a fire.”
“As for dear Keigo....” Yukimura smiles and slips Tezuka’s glasses onto his face. “I think you might have encouraged him to act even more obnoxiously than ever before.”
A fraction of a smile worms its way onto Tezuka’s lips. “Thank you.”
Yukimura shrugs. Anything that will teach their two idiots that they are hardly pedestals that cannot be touched is worth it in his book. “Of course. What else are friends for?”
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it takes a little push...and fail stalking
“It’s not natural,” Atobe states as soon as Sanada slides into the seat across from him. “Look at them....he’s probably attempting to seduce Tezuka with drawings of flowers.” He pauses for a moment to share a glance with his current companion. “Ones with erotic meanings no doubt.”
Sanada thinks the only thing unnatural about the current situation is that Atobe is trying to be discreet in giant shades and a very loud purple top...with ruffles. He orders plain black tea when the waitress comes over. To which, of course, Atobe raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth.
Surprise, surprise the diva has something to say about it.
“You are not with one of your little yellow friends Sanada,” Atobe comments, eyes never leaving the couple on the other side of the room as he speaks. “You can order whatever you like.”
“I wanted tea.”
“What do you think he sees in him?”
Sanada fights back a sigh at the sudden change in conversation and looks over in the direction of Atobe’s gaze. Yukimura is speaking with an excitement in his eyes, which can only one thing....tennis. Tezuka is staring intently at the sketch pad between them so if Sanada could surmise a guess, he would have to say were discussing different positions or player orders. Atobe could be such a thick git half the time...well okay, all of the time.
“Well?? Do pay attention instead of yearning after your captain like the lovesick dog that you are.”
Sanada is about to answer when his phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out to read the message.
Be a good sport and play along will you Gen-chan? <3
Sanada swallows. Yukimura knows that he would do anything and everything for him when he does something like that.
His thought process is interrupted by fingers snapping in his face, and Sanada’s head pops up with a glare that causes even Atobe’s composure to falter for the briefest instant. “Do you ever shut up?” he practically growls, and the diva looks about ready to kill him.
“While you zone out, the flower fairy keeps scooting closer and closer to Tezuka.” He hisses, voice barely above a whisper. “Do you not see that we have a big issue at hand?”
Sanada shrugs as he remembers the text. “I do not understand why we are here; if they wish to be together, then they can be together.”
“No.” Atobe insists. “Your captain is obviously bewitching him, because everybody knows that the only match worthy of Tezuka is...”
Atobe’s eyes widen the slightest bit, and Sanada follows his gaze. Yukimura is tilting Tezuka’s chin towards him before leaning in and kissing him ever so briefly Sanada is not sure of what just happened. Then Yukimura does it again and again, hands sliding back into auburn hair, as the kiss deepens.
Tezuka’s glasses bump Yukimura’s cheek, which causes him to pull back and laugh; Sanada thinks it is the most beautiful noise he has ever heard. He tears his gaze away to look at Atobe, and when he looks back at him, he knows that his own expression is not much different. Atobe’s eyes are a mix of morbid fascination and anger, and they are both clenching their fists as if they are about to break something.
“We should go Kunimitsu,” he hears Yukimura practically giggle. He watches as Yukimura throws down enough yen to cover them both and tugs Tezuka out of the cafe. Sanada thinks it odd, but he supposes if Yukimura had just kissed him like that, his brain would be a little bit addled as well.
Atobe waits to speak until they disappear out the front door before clenching onto Sanada’s wrist and yanking him out as well. “We’re following them.”
Sanada is about to protest when he remembers Yukimura’s text: Play along. So he lets himself be dragged, and thankfully they do not have far to go.
He sees Tezuka and Yukimura’s backs duck into a nearby alley , and Atobe tugs him behind a cluster of stacked boxes....which look awfully strategically placed, but the thought slips out as soon as it comes, because if he peaks through the cracks he can just see Tezuka slamming Yukimura against the wall and tennis shorts riding up his firm thighs as he wraps his legs around the Seigaku captain’s waist.
They’re kissing each other with an urgency that makes Sanada swallow hard, and soon shirts yanked off and slim fingers are digging into shoulder blades that should have been his instead. “Fuck,” Yukimura murmurs as Tezuka starts kissing his neck. The glasses get tossed as well which earns a surprised gasp from Atobe.
Sanada shoots him a glare, and Atobe quickly covers his mouth. Sanada should be concerned with that this says about them, but he’s too busy staring at the sloppy curves the half-naked bodies in front of him make as they arch against each other. Yukimura’s hand works frantically at Tezuka’s fly then pushes his shorts down, drawing out both of their dicks and stroking them in tandem.
He goes slow at first, barely even moving his wrist, but insistent demand from Tezuka increases the pace, and soon enough, his wrist is making these beautiful curves in a rhythm both Sanada and Atobe strive to memorize. Their movements are by no means graceful, and soon, they are relying on friction and the snap of Tezuka’s hips more than anything as they tumble over the edge.
Whether or not it was too fast or too damn slow is beyond Sanada; all he knows is that they have to get out of here and soon. Watching Tezuka brush the hair out of Yukimura’s eyes is almost more painful than watching the previous act so he slowly gets up and yanks the back of Atobe’s jacket to pull them back onto the street.
“I told you we had a serious problem.”
For once, Sanada could not agree more with the peacock next to him.
---
“I think they’re gone,” Yukimura mumbles quietly against Tezuka’s lips. Tezuka simply nods and lets Yukimura’s legs slip off of his hips and down his legs until his feet touch the floor.
“Do you think it worked?” Tezuka asks if they put themselves back together. He’s more than half-blind without his glasses and he squints all over the street in an attempt to find them.
“Mmm that depends,” Yukimura replies easily enough. He plucks Tezuka’s glasses off of the ground and cleans them with his shirt. “For Genichirou, it most definitely lit a fire.”
“As for dear Keigo....” Yukimura smiles and slips Tezuka’s glasses onto his face. “I think you might have encouraged him to act even more obnoxiously than ever before.”
A fraction of a smile worms its way onto Tezuka’s lips. “Thank you.”
Yukimura shrugs. Anything that will teach their two idiots that they are hardly pedestals that cannot be touched is worth it in his book. “Of course. What else are friends for?”