Title: Intentions
Pairings: Atobe/Jiroh
date written:10-22-06
Warnings: no actual sex, but the idea is there...
"Mm… soft…"
Atobe looked at the boy curled up on his bed with something approaching dismay. When he had invited Jiroh to spend the night, this was not what he had in mind. Of course, somewhere in his mind he had acknowledged the fact that events like these were considered "sleep-overs", but nevertheless he hadn't considered that actual sleeping would be a very large component of their activities that night. It certainly wasn't what he had planned.
Jiroh lay in the middle of Atobe's king sized bed, curled around a particularly large down pillow and entangled in a fuzzy micro-fiber blanket. Every once in a while he would nuzzle the blanket or squeeze the pillow and make a contented noise. It was Jiroh, so he supposed he should have expected it. Nothing knocked the boy out faster than a warm place to lie down and something soft to cuddle—and no one had softer pillows than Atobe, as he himself had made sure.
Atobe sighed and slipped into bed opposite of Jiroh. He had hoped they would be cuddling each other before they drifted off to sleep. He had been waiting to go farther in their semi-relationship for a long time, and tonight he had hoped would be the crucial moment, but Jiroh had somehow managed to foil his plans.
Still, he thought as he watched the other boy sleep with the pillow between them, his position so adorable, his expression so innocent… still, it wouldn't be Jiroh if he didn't act like this.
Atobe smiled slightly, lifting a hand to brush the golden curls out of the other boy's eyes and leaning forward a little to ghost a kiss across his forehead. He supposed he could wait, if that's what Jiroh wanted.
He was settling back to get some sleep when he heard Jiroh murmur, barely above a whisper, "love you, Keigo…"
Atobe stared at him for a moment, startled, before smiling again, wrapping his own arms around the pillow and pulling them closer together. It was just possible, he realized as he drifted off, that they had come farther than he knew.
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When Jiroh woke up early the next morning, Atobe was still hugging the pillow. Stifling his giggles, he took a picture with his cell-phone. Despite what Atobe had intended the night before, Jiroh was glad things had turned out this way. He didn't want to rush their relationship, and he liked to know that his boyfriend respected his wishes.
Grinning, Jiroh took another picture at a better angle. No one would ever believe him that Atobe could be so cute, but even with proof he wasn't going to show the picture to anyone. This picture was just for him, one he would always keep to remind himself that he was loved.