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(actors) joe flanigan - blue

chiasmus in freezer_penguin


I felt like porn, but the couple people who play that with me weren't around. :D; So I started writing, though it hasn't hit the porn-y parts yet.

There were few things could agree on without argument, but tennis was one of them.

Shishido lay on Atobe's bed picking apart a piece of cheese, eyes glued to the television screen. It was the men's singles final of the French Open and into the third set. He absently took a bite of food, though forgot to chew as Nadal took his turn to serve. His gaze was drawn to well-toned muscle covered in a sheen of sweat, one fluid movement that led to a glimpse of skin as his shirt rose above his abdomen. Forgetting himself, Shishido swallowed convulsively -- and began to cough as he nearly choked.

"Do I need to get you a bucket?" Atobe asked lazily beside him, turning to look at him with one arched brow.

Leaning over the edge of the bed Shishido grabbed his bottle of water and took a drink. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "No. Why would I need that?"

"I don't want you drooling all over my sheets."

He sounded far too amused for Shishido's liking. Now that he seemed safe from asphyxiation, he propped himself on one elbow and glared at Atobe. "I wasn't drooling."

"In that instance, since you were choking." Atobe smirked, still watching the game play out. "But you've barely blinked since the last commercial break."

"That has nothing to do with drooling," Shishido pointed out, resting his chin on his palm as he turned his attention back to where it belonged.

"But the fact that you're salivating every time Nadal's shirt rides up does." The game ended and cut to commercial. Atobe rolled on his back and looked up at Shishido, smug.

So... what have you been up to? 8D


August 2011

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