Atobe watched with feigned disinterest as Echizen slowly slid into wakefulness; his eyes blinked slowly, as if he was submerged in water, opening a little wider with each bath of his eyelashes. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes and looked around again before shifting positions slightly and stretching. Licking his lips, he looked around dazedly again, and Atobe was reminded of a cat napping in the afternoon sun; Echizen seemed to have no motivation to get up, to get going anywhere. He was slender and sleek like a cat, too, and when he stretched his arms above his head, Atobe was given just a glimpse of bare midriff as his jersey and shirt were lifted slightly. Crossing his arms and leaning against, the door, Atobe sighed and muttered to himself softly, "Of course Tezuka would get lucky, in the end."
Echizen's bleary gaze shifted towards him, and Atobe knew he shouldn't have said that aloud. "...Wha--?" Echizen asked, still not entirely awake, his words slurred with drowsiness. His hair, ruffled from sleep, shone faintly green in the warm lamp light, and, though it wasn't a look Atobe would have gone for himself, he looked positively adorable. Pushing away from the door, Atobe crossed the room leisurely, ruffling Echizen's hair and knowing there was no way Echizen was going to remember any of this in the morning. "I was just commenting that perhaps I ought to have taken the opportunity that your buchou assumed I would."
He was gratified when he was only met by a blank stare. With another dramatic sigh, Atobe turned his back and walked from the room, from the temptation of those pink lips, that smooth skin, the fogginess in those eyes that told Atobe that Echizen wouldn't push him away. "Get up, then, brat, Tezuka will be here at any minute."
Atobe secretly delighted when Tezuka arrived to find Echizen sound asleep, having laid back down once Atobe was gone, if only for the aggravated look on Tezuka's face and the accusing glare he shot Atobe. Even if Atobe had been responsible, had kept his hands to himself... well, Tezuka didn't have to know that, did he? It may have been three in the morning, but there was never, ever a bad time to antagonize Tezuka.
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Date: 2009-06-25 05:36 am (UTC)Atobe watched with feigned disinterest as Echizen slowly slid into wakefulness; his eyes blinked slowly, as if he was submerged in water, opening a little wider with each bath of his eyelashes. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes and looked around again before shifting positions slightly and stretching. Licking his lips, he looked around dazedly again, and Atobe was reminded of a cat napping in the afternoon sun; Echizen seemed to have no motivation to get up, to get going anywhere. He was slender and sleek like a cat, too, and when he stretched his arms above his head, Atobe was given just a glimpse of bare midriff as his jersey and shirt were lifted slightly. Crossing his arms and leaning against, the door, Atobe sighed and muttered to himself softly, "Of course Tezuka would get lucky, in the end."
Echizen's bleary gaze shifted towards him, and Atobe knew he shouldn't have said that aloud. "...Wha--?" Echizen asked, still not entirely awake, his words slurred with drowsiness. His hair, ruffled from sleep, shone faintly green in the warm lamp light, and, though it wasn't a look Atobe would have gone for himself, he looked positively adorable. Pushing away from the door, Atobe crossed the room leisurely, ruffling Echizen's hair and knowing there was no way Echizen was going to remember any of this in the morning. "I was just commenting that perhaps I ought to have taken the opportunity that your buchou assumed I would."
He was gratified when he was only met by a blank stare. With another dramatic sigh, Atobe turned his back and walked from the room, from the temptation of those pink lips, that smooth skin, the fogginess in those eyes that told Atobe that Echizen wouldn't push him away. "Get up, then, brat, Tezuka will be here at any minute."
Atobe secretly delighted when Tezuka arrived to find Echizen sound asleep, having laid back down once Atobe was gone, if only for the aggravated look on Tezuka's face and the accusing glare he shot Atobe. Even if Atobe had been responsible, had kept his hands to himself... well, Tezuka didn't have to know that, did he? It may have been three in the morning, but there was never, ever a bad time to antagonize Tezuka.