Fist Fic for the 30kisses comm, Gakuto/Jiroh
I'll be posting the rest in this too, as to not cramp my archive with too much rubbish. :p
A sharp "whack" was to be heard as Gakuto slapped Jiroh's backside. The boy had been sleeping, right before he was supposed to play a game. Again. Atobe had not been amused, nor was Gakuto, who was sent to wake the boy up. Also, again. Recently it somehow seemed Atobe took a liking to sending him to fetch Jiroh. Well, at least he didn't get into trouble for hitting him. It was about the only way he could think of waking him up. And he had tried a lot of things.
"Oi, lazy ass! Get yourself over to the tennis courts right now, or "ore-sama" will get royally pissed again." he scowled at the form slowly starting to move in front of him, then turned on his heel, stalking away. Thus he missed the mischievous grin playing on the other boy's features, while not-so-sleepy eyes fixed themselves on his backside.
Jiroh almost jumped as their resident tensai's face suddenly shoved itself into his field of vision, making kissy-faces. He stared, a blush slowly creeping up his cheeks, while Oshitari grinned at him. "You like him, don't you?"
"Hey, you know," he drawled, voice thick with his kansai accent, "maybe you should just tell him." Perhaps, he mused later, he really could have fried eggs on Jiroh's face then.