10.

Oshitari and Atobe never really had a relationship.

They started off as teammates, and then they became "friends," if you could call them sitting next to each other during a game and not saying a word friendship. And then they both found themselves to be single and hormonally out-of-whack teenagers. It was only natural for the two of them to eventually become something… more.

Of course, that didn't mean they had feelings for one another. No, it was just the opposite. They were physically attracted to one another and that was it. They had stopped their antics after Nationals, seeing as how it would be pointless to continue something that had no true purpose besides physical gratification, and Oshitari began to date Mukahi shortly after. Atobe, however, didn't date anyone. He did invite a girl out to dinner every now and again to make his father happy, or treat a lucky fellow to dinner, but he didn't do anything more than that. None of those girls or dinner dates felt right; he would rather be playing games with Jirou, reading a nice book (with Jirou there, of course), or watching a tennis match with Jirou – basically anything with Jirou.

So when Oshitari left Atobe's suite with a giant smirk on his face, Atobe had no clue what had just happened. He was laying on the sofa, shirtless, his pants unzipped and – his eyes caught site of the coffee table. That was not frosting on the table. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone to check the time.

11:32

Okay, that was good. That meant he still had time before the others got back and –

The door knob to the suite turned and Atobe's eyes went wide. He rambled off a few profanities, not caring if anyone heard them, put his book over the so-not-frosting that was on the table, zipped his pants back up, and closed his eyes.

"Atobe," Jirou called, bouncing into the suite. "We got back early." He spotted Atobe on the couch, his top off, and he froze dead in his tracks.

"Is he asleep?" Hiyoshi asked, walking around Jirou. He walked over to the end of the sofa, poked Atobe's foot, got a grunt in return, and shrugged. The second year walked into the bathroom, mumbling something about a shower.

Jirou walked over to the sofa, his mind working faster than it had ever worked before. He sat down around Atobe's waist and gently shook Atobe's arm.

"Atobe," Jirou said softly. "Come on, wake up. Kabaji's downstairs checking on lunch."

Go away, Atobe's mind pleaded. Oshitari's voice had been exactly like Jirou's, and even though the heir knew it wasn't Jirou, the thought of Jirou doing that still – Stop it, Keigo, control yourself.

"Atobe," Jirou whined, shaking Atobe a little harder.

Atobe opened his eyes, hoping those drama classes he took actually did something to help him as an actor. He sat up, his face almost an inch away from Jirou's. Immediately, Atobe moved farther back on the sofa and Jirou stood up to add more space between them.

"I, um," Jirou said, stumbling over his words, "I'll be in my room, waiting for Hiyoshi to take a shower. Kabaji's, um, yeah."

Jirou stopped himself and hurried into his room, pressing his back against the door the second it closed.

Why can't I talk to him without my chest pounding? Jirou asked himself.

Atobe swung his legs off the sofa, sighing at the feeling of his feet touching the wood. He grabbed his sweater from the floor and picked up the book. He cleaned up the so-not-frosting from the table and the book – why Oshitari had to spit it onto the table was beyond him. Atobe grabbed his things, headed for his bedroom, chucked his book into his the trashcan, and locked the door behind him.

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When Mukahi opened his eyes, he saw Oshitari lying right next to him under the covers. The tensai was completely naked, his glasses were back on the nightstand, and everything was as it had been when Oshitari originally left.

"Hm," Mukahi hummed, curling into Oshitari's chest.

"Did you dream about me?" Oshitari teased, adding a smile as he kissed the acrobat's forehead. A small drop of regret and guilt rushed through his veins when Mukahi said, "I always dream about you."

Oshitari reached over Mukahi, grabbed his glasses and the top sheet off the bed to cover himself up. He walked around the room, picking up his clothes. He noticed Mukahi was watching him, so he went ahead and dropped the sheet.

"If you do that, then we might miss lunch," Mukahi said, reaching for the wine bottle. He took a long sip and smiled at Oshitari when a line of the red liquid rolled out of his mouth. Oshitari dropped his clothes, put his glasses on the nightstand, and got back in the bed.

Guilt or not, horny was horny.

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When Marui walked out of his suite's bathroom he had one hand wrapped holding the towel around his waist in place and his other hand running a towel through his hair. He was humming some American song under his breath as he passed Jackal. He nodded towards his partner and swiftly went into his room. He didn't bother to lock the door behind him since he saw Jackal go into the bathroom.

"Under moonlit skies we'll be hangin' like a cigarette," Marui sang, tossing his towels onto the bed before heading over to his dresser. He sorted through his clothes, nodding his head to the music in his head as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"Tonight's like a knife; would you cut me with your kiss?" Marui grabbed his hair brush off of his dresser and grabbed it with both his hands. Then, as if his terrible air-singing skills weren't humiliating enough, he added in a few terrible dance moves in there, too.

He got up on the bed, singing and dancing, drops of water flying from his hair. He was so wrapped up in his little show that he didn't hear the door open or close. He was so busy doing kicks and pretending his hair brush was a guitar to realize someone was leaning against his door smirking. He was so busy making a fool out of himself that he didn't realize Niou was laughing at him.

When Marui finally did see Niou, he froze.

"Nice moves," Niou commented, clapping and laughing.

Marui dropped his hair brush and jumped off the bed. He walked over to Niou and punched him in the arm, hard, and then walked back over to his dresser to put on a shirt and pants.

"Geez," Niou said, rubbing his arm as he watched Marui step into a pair of shorts, "you punch pretty hard for a girl."

Marui rolled his eyes, tugging his shirt over his head, and then leaving his room to go into the suite's living area. "Whatever, let's just get some lunch."

Niou laughed and put an arm around Marui's shoulder once they got into the hallway. "Don't worry, I sing and dance like an idiot, too."

"I don't sing and dance like an idiot; I rock out like an idiot," he corrected.

Niou rolled his eyes. The two walked through the hallway and second floor lounge without another word. When they got to the stairs, Niou moved his arm off of Marui's shoulder and grabbed his wrist to keep him from going down.

"Marui," Niou said, rubbing the back of his head with his other hand. "I –"

Then the world decided to kick Niou in the balls. Akaya came running up and jumped on Marui's back. Niou let go of Marui's wrist.

"What were you going to say?" Marui asked, putting his hands on Akaya's thighs so he didn't fall.

"Nothin'."

Marui nodded and hurried down the stairs with Akaya on his back. Niou watched them with daggers for a second or two until Yagyuu walked up to him, adjusting his glasses

"You know, Niou-kun, despite being called 'stairs' most people do more than stare – I believe some even walk down them from time to time," Yagyuu said. Niou didn't give a smart-ass response so Yagyuu looked down the stairs and saw Marui letting Akaya off his back at the bottom. "Jealously is an ugly thing, Niou-kun," was all Yagyuu said before going downstairs.

Niou ignored Yagyuu's comment, but it was almost as though he was jealous. Almost. Niou Masaharu did not become jealous, especially of stupid kohai who wouldn't keep their grimy little hands off of Marui. Besides, why would he get so worked up over Marui? He's just funny, attractive, and had a smile that could make him go weak at his knees.

Puri, Niou thought, heading downstairs to meet up with the others.

He most certainly was not jealous.

A/N: Kudos to anyone who knows what Marui was singing. Kudos and a cookie to anyone who got Yagyuu's stare-stair joke.