Title: Real Reason
Pairing: ZukaFuji-ish, gen Fuji
Rating: Slash, smut implications, a mild pg 13? Harmless really.
Disclaimer: Does not,and will never ever belong to me. All hail Konomi sensei! _;
This is just a …fuji-ish drabble. The pairing in the end is really up to one's imagination, but most of my friends who've read it all commented that it sounds very much like a ZukaFuji, soooo. -smile- I don't usual write, so this is one of the..first pieces I've actually written out on impulse…
Enjoy. ^^
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Time seemed to slow and stretch,
silence punctuated by soft sounds fallen carelessly from parted lips, the
shifting of limbs on carelessly discarded attire.
The "Seigaku" emblazoned across the back of a regular's jacket as it
hung from a clothes hook was a glaring reminder of where they were, who they
were and what they were doing.
He stretched out under the warm body--cocooned in the warmth of post coital
bliss and the slight buzz sex always entailed, softly sighing as he tilted his
head to aside, the late evening sun casting a reddish glow about the room.
Almost romantic--he thought to himself ,watching his partner reach into his
tennis bag nearby, pulling a wet napkin to clean up the small mess.
Blue eyes watching intently as broad shoulders shift with the movement, gaze
tracing the curve of bone and muscle under skin. Hand reaching out absently,
tracing sweat-slicked smooth skin under cool fingertips, gaze flickering up to
meet the other's gaze--accompanied with a small smile.
The other pulls away with a smile, beginning to dress as he stretches
languidly, rolling unto his stomach --propping his head up unto loosely crossed
forearms. The bench is a warm and hard presence against his bare skin, the
scent of sex still lingering faintly in the stuffy air of the locker room. He
watches with mild amusement before he's then coaxed from his position to dress.
Aware of the other's gaze upon him as he dresses, pulling on his clothes with a
subtle, deliberate intent to tease,smiling mildly as he's pulled gently into
another embrace. Head tilted upwards as his lips pliantly part against the
other's. Tongues meeting in a heated slow mesh of muscle as his head tilts to
aside, deepening the kiss.
The need for air and the darkening sky bring about an abrupt end as they pull
apart reluctantly, spell broken; they then move to clear up-- preparing to
finally leave and lock up.
Outside, the key jingles in his hand as he smiles sweetly, arm curled around
the other's waist as he tilts his head up and whispers into an ear, "Now,
that's actually the real reason why I offered to lock up.."