Love Is Nearsighted

Title: Love is Nearsighted
Author: Darth Claire
Pairing: Atobe/Tezuka
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine. Written for the LJ community erotic_pot’s weekly contest. Characters are over 18
Summary: Tezuka and Atobe sneak off to the locker room during a match. PWP

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Atobe Keigo lounged against the bleachers with a satisfied smirk on his face. Beside his sat Tezuka Kunimitsu with his back straight and a serious expression on his face. They were watching a particularly fierce match between Seigaku’s Golden Pair and Hyotei’s Silver Pair. Atobe had suggested that their teams would benefit from yet another round of practice matches and Tezuka had agreed. His teammates seemed to harbor some lingering resentment against Hyotei for his shoulder injury and the thought of playing them always made them work harder. Hyotei having suffered a crushing defeat, was always eager to prove themselves. But there was another reason he had accepted the invitation, and he was sure the offer had been extended to him for the same reason. Tezuka and Atobe were secretly dating. Things like this gave them an excuse to be seen together without arousing suspicion.

Atobe leaned over and spoke quietly in Tezuka’s ear. “Meet me in the locker room in two minutes.” He stood up and casually walked away.

Tezuka reddened slightly. He prided himself on his control, but he was still in awe over how Atobe could say such a thing as casually as though he were commenting on Ohtori’s serve. He waited a bit before following, but with all eyes on the match, he doubted that anyone would notice. He walked into the lush locker room and looked around. He didn’t see Atobe, but a neatly folded uniform lay on a bench and the shower was running. Tezuka quickly shed his own clothes and made his way to the shower. He pulled back the curtain to reveal Atobe standing under the cascading water. At least he hoped it was Atobe as he had left his glasses with his clothes and followed the sound of the water.

“Kunimitsu.” Tezuka felt a familiar tingling in his groin. Definitely Atobe. No one else had the ability to sound so arrogant and give Tezuka and instant hard-on at the same time. Tezuka felt himself being pulled under the shower spray. He was pushed against the cold tile wall and held there with Atobe’s warm body. Atobe’s mouth enveloped his in a passionate kiss. Tezuka closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Atobe’s hands on his naked body. A finger tip trailed lightly up his side and a hand gripped his hair tightly and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Tezuka reached down between them to grab Atobe’s firm cock which was already leaking precum. Atobe gasped and arched back, breaking the kiss.

“You’re rather impatient today.” Atobe’s voice sounded husky as he whispered in Tezuka’s ear.

“They’ll realize we’re gone soon,” Tezuka replied lamely.

Atobe nibbled on his boyfriend’s ear. “Ore-sama won’t make you wait.”

Tezuka groaned as he felt Atobe caress his firm butt. Atobe’s wet skin slid over his Atobe rubbed their bodies together. Tezuka licked his lover’s neck with slow sensuous strokes, tasting the combination of sweat cologne which was so distinctly Atobe. He bit Atobe’s bare shoulder gently, the flavor of his lover’s skin filling his mouth. Atobe gasped as Tezuka’s teeth sank into his soft flesh. He was glad Tezuka didn’t want to wait because he couldn’t either. Not wanting to disturb Tezuka in the middle of feasting on his delicious skin, he stuck his fingers in his own mouth and coated them with saliva. He slid his finger in between Tezuka’s butt cheeks, teasing the tight ring of muscle before carefully inserting a finger. He felt Tezuka clench around his finger and then relax with practiced speed. His lover was soon moaning and Atobe slowly inserted a second finger.

“Keigo!” Tezuka writhed as Atobe’s fingers caressed the most intimate of places, stretching him in preparation for an even more intimate touch.

“Kunimitsu, put your leg on Ore-sama’s hip,” Atobe panted. Tezuka lifted his leg up to let Atobe in deeper. Atobe groaned. If only Tezuka could see himself right now. The expression on his boyfriend’s face made Atobe painfully hard. He wanted to rub against Tezuka, to feel the soft skin of his lover’s member against his own, but he would lose control and come too early. Such a thing was unbefitting of Atobe Keigo. He wanted to be inside Kunimitsu, to feel that hot flesh surrounding him. Impatiently he slid a third finger in. Tezuka shuddered and clung tightly to Atobe as his gray hair lover’s fingers pushed in deeper and brushed that sensitive spot inside of him. His body quivered with desire and lust. He wanted Keigo inside of him.

“Now,” he whispered. Atobe kissed him and withdrew his fingers. Tezuka swung his other leg up and gripped Atobe around the waist. Atobe’s hands cupped Tezuka’s ass to support him as he carefully pushed his aching member inside of his lover. Tezuka felt the blissful pain as Atobe buried himself deep inside Tezuka’s ass. They waited an excruciatingly long moment while Tezuka adjusted. Tezuka wrapped his arms around Atobe’s neck to hold himself up, even though Atobe was more than capable with the aid of the wall. He pulled Atobe into a steamy kiss as Atobe finally began to move, slowly pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Keigo! Harder!” Tezuka moaned. He dug his short nails into Atobe’s back as his lover pounded into him faster and faster. Atobe reached between their slick bodies to grasp Tezuka’s leaking member firmly. Tezuka was reduced to a quivering mass of needy flesh as Atobe stroked him in time with his thrusting. Tezuka ran his hand through Atobe’s damp gray locks. In his less lust addled moments it hurt his pride to think of how powerless he was in Keigo’s arms, yet even then, he had to admit that the idea of surrendering so completely to someone was unspeakably erotic. Atobe’s breath was now coming in short gasps and Tezuka could tell he was close.

“Kunimitsu!”

“Just a little- AH!” Tezuka cried out as he came hard on Atobe’s hand and chest. With a few more thrusts, Atobe emptied himself into Tezuka. A wave of intense relaxation swept over both of them as they sank to the floor, locked in a tired kiss.

“We should get back,” Tezuka said.

“All the matches are over. Take your time.”

Tezuka instinctively looked toward the direction of Oishi’s voice. Even without his glasses, he could see that his vice captain was not alone.

“I told you your captain was an uke!” Tezuka thought he recognized Mukahi Gakuto and he was absolutely certain that the reply came from Kikumaru.

“Takes one to know one!”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Oshitari chuckled.

Atobe glared at the crowd gathered outside the shower. Shishido had a hand over his younger partner’s eyes and Inui was attempting to do the same thing while writing in his journal. So much for having a secret relationship. Calmly, Atobe stood up and closed the shower curtain. He knelt back down and whispered in Tezuka’s ear.

“You were getting careless, Kunimitsu.”

“I was too awed by your prowess to think straight, Keigo dear.”

Atobe smirked and drank in Tezuka’s wet naked body. “Shall Ore-sama awe you again?”

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