The sun was gradually setting, leaving the sky a bruised purple colour, and still the two boys on the court played on. The only sounds besides the thwack of the ball off their racket or the pavement, was that of the boys panting from exertion. Neither kept score, there was no real need to win between them, not like this anyway.
By the time they finished, the sun had set.
"Time to go in Kunimitsu?" The silver haired boy asked, tossing his racket into his tennis bag.
"That's enough for today," Tezuka agreed putting away his own racket and stepping closer to the other boy.
The boy gasped in indignation as he was pulled into a rough embrace, the brunette's mouth covering his own, swallowing his weak noise of protest. "Keigo," Tezuka moaned, moving from his lips to his neck licking and sucking.
The brunette seemed surprised when Atobe pushed him away. "You stink," the diva said by way of explanation.
Tezuka arched a sceptical eyebrow and Atobe back up a step, crossing his arms in front of himself defensively, "You're not coming near me until you shower." The diva then crinkled his nose in a distinctly feminine fashion, "Until we both have a shower."
Tezuka sighed, knowing better than to argue. Atobe could be a prissy stubborn bitch sometimes, it wasn't worth it to start a fight over this and, truthfully, a shower did sound nice right about now.
Just outside Atobe's private courts was a small building that greatly resembled the tennis clubroom, mainly because Hyotei's regulars came here often to practice and so, some type of facilities were needed. The inside was subtly different in that there were no lockers and shower stall instead of the row of shower heads. The one at the far end, was slightly bigger than the others and a small sign on the door declared it Atobe-sama's Shower.
Tezuka fought back the urge to snicker, keeping his face as stoic and emotionless as usual as he allowed Atobe to push him inside the stall and adjust the temperature to his liking before Atobe stepped in behind him.
Tezuka had only been in here twice, once with his own team when they had had a practice match with Hyotei and once when he had had a quick match with Atobe before he had left for Germany, and neither time had he showered with the diva.
Upon looking at the shelf to the side he nearly gaped.
"Keigo."
"Hmm?" Atobe responded, soaping up his own body as well as Tezuka's.
"You own more shampoo than Mizuki," the brunette declared, which, really was saying something considering the utter gayness of Mizuki.
"So? I'm not about to treat my hair with some plebeian mixture and different kinds are better for my hair in different weather. Besides, not all of them are shampoo, there's a few different condit—Wait!" Atobe interrupted himself dropping his hands and glaring at Tezuka, "Just how do you know how much shampoo Mizuki has?"