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Jul. 13th, 2007 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Thoughts from the Bible
Author: K8
Pairing: Chitose/Shiraishi (hints of)
Rating: PG-13 for a few naughty thoughts
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT, otherwise they'd have such cooler nicknames.
Summary: Shiraishi thinks while he has Chitose over for the night
A/N: was supposed to be a drabble, Shiraishi THINKS TOO MUCH
Shiraishi ruffled his hair with a towel as he walked back into his bedroom. "Bath's free Chitose." Nudging Chitose with his foot Shiraishi looked down at his dozing teammate. Shiraishi wasn't terribly sure how he had ended up with Chitose deciding to stay the night at his house but he was pretty sure it had something to do with Miyuki making friends with Zaizen's little sister and there being a slumber party planned.
"Mmm?" Chitose blinked lazily at Shiraishi, a half smile quirking his lips and making him appear even more blitzed out of his mind then usual. "Oh, thanks Kura, I'm going, I'm going."
Shiraishi flopped onto his bed while Chitose rolled off the guest futon and stumbled towards the bathroom. "There's an extra bathrobe in there for you!" Shiraishi called after him before Chitose swung Shiraishi's door shut after him. Closing his eyes Shiraishi let out a deep breath. It was strange having Chitose over at his house, it wasn't an invasion of privacy, or even the first time Chitose had been over at his house, but it was the first time Chitose had been over at his house for a sleepover alone. They had an odd sort of chemistry, Shiraishi had Chitose, and Shiraishi admitted there may have been a hint of sexual tension on his end at least.
It was hard not to like Chitose, the team had learned that the first day Osamu had ushered Chitose through the tennis courts gates. Chitose had an easy going personality and was willing to do anything you told him to without complaint… unless you were telling him to do something pointless. The non-regulars of the club had learned that in the first days there was no way to irritate the new kid who had just suddenly up and appeared on the regulars squad. Chitose would play them when challenged, and refused games he considered would be pointless. He'd laughed at Zaizen the first time the kid had asked for a game, and Shiraishi had expected Chitose to get decked.
Then Chitose had gripped Zaizen's shoulder and turned him around before he pointed to where Konjiki and Hitouji were bickering. "You see those two kid? I bet we can score at least three games off of them."
"…senpai is not a doubles player." Zaizen had muttered irritably and Chitose had grinned before cheerfully messing with Zaizen's hair.
"And you're not a singles player. I say we should give it a try though."
The pair had gotten their asses kicked, but they'd managed to win three games off of Konjiki and Hitouji. Zaizen had seemed to deal with Chitose a lot better after that. He was less likely to shoot a bitchy comment in Chitose's direction, though he was as willing to let loose a sarcastic one as he was with anyone on the team.
Chitose never resisted a request or order from Shiraishi. Shiraishi had thought it was because he was the captain, but watching the casual way Chitose would blow off authority Shiraishi ruefully acknowledged it definitely wasn't that. Chitose treated him like a friend, though different from the easy way Chitose handled Kenya, or the casual quiet relationship he had with Gin. It was possible that Chitose liked him, but Shiraishi doubted Chitose would do anything about it. When a girl confessed to him, or when that second year had done it behind the clubroom, Chitose always seemed to get depressed. Shiraishi figured it had something to do with the accident that messed with Chitose's eye, not like Chitose would tell them anything about it.
"Yo, Kura." Shiraishi opened his eyes to find Chitose waving a hand in front of his face. He was wearing the spare bathrobe Shiraishi had left in the bathroom and it barely reached Chitose's thighs. It was the biggest in the house, and Chitose had left it mostly open to make room for his shoulders and broad chest. It did belt easily over Chitose's too skinny waste though. "You fall asleep?"
"No, though I might be dreaming," Shiraishi smirked, "though you'd need breasts to feature in those dreams. I think a towel might have covered more Chitose."
Chitose laughed and plopped onto the floor resting his arms on the bed, resting his cheek on his joined arms. "I didn't want to deprive your family of them. The robe keeps me decent anyway."
"Barely." Shiraishi would have given Chitose's long skinny legs a once over if the other had still been standing, as it was he settled for snagging one of Chitose's curls and tugging on it. "You mean to tell me this is natural?"
"Do I look like the type to perm or product my hair?" Chitose shook the wet strands, water flinging over shiraishi's hand and his thighs before the hair seemed to puff up like a blowfish. "Natural afro man."
"I can see that." Shiraishi wanted to run his hand through the wild mane, to press it against Chitose's head and watch it bounce back, instead he drew his hand back to himself and sat up on his bed. "You wanna do anything? I've stole the playstation, and I could go for the DVD player if you want."
Chitose laughed. "I'm just glad to be out of the house man, last time Miyuki had a friend over they decided my hair would be perfect to braid. It was a bitch to get all the beads and ribbons out." There was that shadow of the past again, the slightly tense way Chitose held his shoulders, the tightened lips and the way Chitose glanced away at the end.
"Playstation then, I'll kick your ass." Swinging his legs off the bed Shiraishi forgot momentarily that he wasn't wearing anything under them.
"Nice size captain." Chitose blinked, then collapsed into a laugh. "You just ruined all my studious not looking in the showers you know. Shame on you."
"Studious not looking?" Shiraishi arched an eyebrow even as he smothered the urge to blush.
"Oh yeah man. I learned a while ago it's best not to check out the guys in the shower, no matter how much you wanna know how big the competition is." Chitose winked and scooted over to the games. "You sure you can beat me with those bandages on?"
"These?" Shiaraishi grinned and waved his wrapped arm in the air. "They help me unlock all the secrets to the game. Just watch." Chitose had a long neck and Shiraishi knew that when he had some time alone he'd be jerking off to the image of biting it. Just the thought was pure ecstasy.
"Really? Show me your 'perfect game' then captain. I'm willing to learn anything from you." Chitose tossed Shiraishi a saucy wink and the blond had to reroute his brain from dirty images.
Chitose had no idea what he did to him sometimes, but that was okay, Shiraishi got to torture him back. Shiraishi made him work for things, which went against Chitose's attitude of letting the world go by. Shiraishi knew Chitose had a goal he was working for, and Shiriashi meant to use Chitose's drive for that goal to achieve his own goals.
Nationals was just a few games away.
Author: K8
Pairing: Chitose/Shiraishi (hints of)
Rating: PG-13 for a few naughty thoughts
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT, otherwise they'd have such cooler nicknames.
Summary: Shiraishi thinks while he has Chitose over for the night
A/N: was supposed to be a drabble, Shiraishi THINKS TOO MUCH
Shiraishi ruffled his hair with a towel as he walked back into his bedroom. "Bath's free Chitose." Nudging Chitose with his foot Shiraishi looked down at his dozing teammate. Shiraishi wasn't terribly sure how he had ended up with Chitose deciding to stay the night at his house but he was pretty sure it had something to do with Miyuki making friends with Zaizen's little sister and there being a slumber party planned.
"Mmm?" Chitose blinked lazily at Shiraishi, a half smile quirking his lips and making him appear even more blitzed out of his mind then usual. "Oh, thanks Kura, I'm going, I'm going."
Shiraishi flopped onto his bed while Chitose rolled off the guest futon and stumbled towards the bathroom. "There's an extra bathrobe in there for you!" Shiraishi called after him before Chitose swung Shiraishi's door shut after him. Closing his eyes Shiraishi let out a deep breath. It was strange having Chitose over at his house, it wasn't an invasion of privacy, or even the first time Chitose had been over at his house, but it was the first time Chitose had been over at his house for a sleepover alone. They had an odd sort of chemistry, Shiraishi had Chitose, and Shiraishi admitted there may have been a hint of sexual tension on his end at least.
It was hard not to like Chitose, the team had learned that the first day Osamu had ushered Chitose through the tennis courts gates. Chitose had an easy going personality and was willing to do anything you told him to without complaint… unless you were telling him to do something pointless. The non-regulars of the club had learned that in the first days there was no way to irritate the new kid who had just suddenly up and appeared on the regulars squad. Chitose would play them when challenged, and refused games he considered would be pointless. He'd laughed at Zaizen the first time the kid had asked for a game, and Shiraishi had expected Chitose to get decked.
Then Chitose had gripped Zaizen's shoulder and turned him around before he pointed to where Konjiki and Hitouji were bickering. "You see those two kid? I bet we can score at least three games off of them."
"…senpai is not a doubles player." Zaizen had muttered irritably and Chitose had grinned before cheerfully messing with Zaizen's hair.
"And you're not a singles player. I say we should give it a try though."
The pair had gotten their asses kicked, but they'd managed to win three games off of Konjiki and Hitouji. Zaizen had seemed to deal with Chitose a lot better after that. He was less likely to shoot a bitchy comment in Chitose's direction, though he was as willing to let loose a sarcastic one as he was with anyone on the team.
Chitose never resisted a request or order from Shiraishi. Shiraishi had thought it was because he was the captain, but watching the casual way Chitose would blow off authority Shiraishi ruefully acknowledged it definitely wasn't that. Chitose treated him like a friend, though different from the easy way Chitose handled Kenya, or the casual quiet relationship he had with Gin. It was possible that Chitose liked him, but Shiraishi doubted Chitose would do anything about it. When a girl confessed to him, or when that second year had done it behind the clubroom, Chitose always seemed to get depressed. Shiraishi figured it had something to do with the accident that messed with Chitose's eye, not like Chitose would tell them anything about it.
"Yo, Kura." Shiraishi opened his eyes to find Chitose waving a hand in front of his face. He was wearing the spare bathrobe Shiraishi had left in the bathroom and it barely reached Chitose's thighs. It was the biggest in the house, and Chitose had left it mostly open to make room for his shoulders and broad chest. It did belt easily over Chitose's too skinny waste though. "You fall asleep?"
"No, though I might be dreaming," Shiraishi smirked, "though you'd need breasts to feature in those dreams. I think a towel might have covered more Chitose."
Chitose laughed and plopped onto the floor resting his arms on the bed, resting his cheek on his joined arms. "I didn't want to deprive your family of them. The robe keeps me decent anyway."
"Barely." Shiraishi would have given Chitose's long skinny legs a once over if the other had still been standing, as it was he settled for snagging one of Chitose's curls and tugging on it. "You mean to tell me this is natural?"
"Do I look like the type to perm or product my hair?" Chitose shook the wet strands, water flinging over shiraishi's hand and his thighs before the hair seemed to puff up like a blowfish. "Natural afro man."
"I can see that." Shiraishi wanted to run his hand through the wild mane, to press it against Chitose's head and watch it bounce back, instead he drew his hand back to himself and sat up on his bed. "You wanna do anything? I've stole the playstation, and I could go for the DVD player if you want."
Chitose laughed. "I'm just glad to be out of the house man, last time Miyuki had a friend over they decided my hair would be perfect to braid. It was a bitch to get all the beads and ribbons out." There was that shadow of the past again, the slightly tense way Chitose held his shoulders, the tightened lips and the way Chitose glanced away at the end.
"Playstation then, I'll kick your ass." Swinging his legs off the bed Shiraishi forgot momentarily that he wasn't wearing anything under them.
"Nice size captain." Chitose blinked, then collapsed into a laugh. "You just ruined all my studious not looking in the showers you know. Shame on you."
"Studious not looking?" Shiraishi arched an eyebrow even as he smothered the urge to blush.
"Oh yeah man. I learned a while ago it's best not to check out the guys in the shower, no matter how much you wanna know how big the competition is." Chitose winked and scooted over to the games. "You sure you can beat me with those bandages on?"
"These?" Shiaraishi grinned and waved his wrapped arm in the air. "They help me unlock all the secrets to the game. Just watch." Chitose had a long neck and Shiraishi knew that when he had some time alone he'd be jerking off to the image of biting it. Just the thought was pure ecstasy.
"Really? Show me your 'perfect game' then captain. I'm willing to learn anything from you." Chitose tossed Shiraishi a saucy wink and the blond had to reroute his brain from dirty images.
Chitose had no idea what he did to him sometimes, but that was okay, Shiraishi got to torture him back. Shiraishi made him work for things, which went against Chitose's attitude of letting the world go by. Shiraishi knew Chitose had a goal he was working for, and Shiriashi meant to use Chitose's drive for that goal to achieve his own goals.
Nationals was just a few games away.
