Sports spirits
Mar. 15th, 2015 04:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unmeiboySports spirits
Tamamori/Miyata, Senga/Kitayama, Yokoo/Nikaido, Fujigaya (Kis-My-Ft2)
AU, 100 words x 4, PG-13
Shamelessly based on (and title stolen from) the sports shoot in Popolo, April 2015.
Miyata always lingers under the hot water when he's certain Tamamori hasn't showered yet. One reason is that after soccer practice, Tamamori takes his time cleaning himself off, which means he's the last one left. And Tamamori hates to be last, having to turn of the lights and lock on his own.
“Miyacchi.” There's his voice, a little tired, but there's energy in his touch when he wraps an arm around Miyata from behind. “Everyone left.” Another hand finds his ass, squeezes it gently.
The second reason he lingers is that Tamamori likes sex in the showers after practice.
Kitayama is in charge of the dressing room, last of them all after collecting the basketballs and locking them into the storage room, and he's halfway undressed when a hand covers his mouth to keep him quiet. It takes him by surprise, but then he gets turned around, hoisted up onto the table by the wall; he laughs a little but spreads his legs when he recognizes Senga's strong arms and dark eyes.
“Why are you so hot?” Senga mumbles between the kisses he presses to his neck. “Mitsu, let me fuck you, please, I need to fuck you.”
They're rivals, not supposed get along. It would be easier that way. But Nikaido doesn't want that; prefers to lie naked next to Yokoo, feel his fingertips trace the side of his body, to be able to just lean up a little and kiss him softly, and get the same gentleness back.
“I'll beat you next time,” he whispers with a smug face, because even when they're like this they never forget their kendo matches, reminded by both of their shinai leaning against Yokoo's bedroom wall.
“You wish.” Yokoo smirks and pushes Nikaido over onto his back again.
It's only partly for the competition that Fujigaya competes in slopestyle snowboard. He's talented, a trainer suggested he should give it a try; he's in the top ten of Japan now, people around him continuously whisper about him maybe being the next Olympic champion.
But Fujigaya isn't aiming to be a champion. What he likes best, better than slopestyle, is freeriding, with less jumps, a long slope, dry winter air against his face, only the sound of his snowboard against snow. When he's out on the freeride slopes he's in his own world, where he forgets to think; only feels.
Tamamori/Miyata, Senga/Kitayama, Yokoo/Nikaido, Fujigaya (Kis-My-Ft2)
AU, 100 words x 4, PG-13
Shamelessly based on (and title stolen from) the sports shoot in Popolo, April 2015.
Miyata always lingers under the hot water when he's certain Tamamori hasn't showered yet. One reason is that after soccer practice, Tamamori takes his time cleaning himself off, which means he's the last one left. And Tamamori hates to be last, having to turn of the lights and lock on his own.
“Miyacchi.” There's his voice, a little tired, but there's energy in his touch when he wraps an arm around Miyata from behind. “Everyone left.” Another hand finds his ass, squeezes it gently.
The second reason he lingers is that Tamamori likes sex in the showers after practice.
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Kitayama is in charge of the dressing room, last of them all after collecting the basketballs and locking them into the storage room, and he's halfway undressed when a hand covers his mouth to keep him quiet. It takes him by surprise, but then he gets turned around, hoisted up onto the table by the wall; he laughs a little but spreads his legs when he recognizes Senga's strong arms and dark eyes.
“Why are you so hot?” Senga mumbles between the kisses he presses to his neck. “Mitsu, let me fuck you, please, I need to fuck you.”
-
They're rivals, not supposed get along. It would be easier that way. But Nikaido doesn't want that; prefers to lie naked next to Yokoo, feel his fingertips trace the side of his body, to be able to just lean up a little and kiss him softly, and get the same gentleness back.
“I'll beat you next time,” he whispers with a smug face, because even when they're like this they never forget their kendo matches, reminded by both of their shinai leaning against Yokoo's bedroom wall.
“You wish.” Yokoo smirks and pushes Nikaido over onto his back again.
-
It's only partly for the competition that Fujigaya competes in slopestyle snowboard. He's talented, a trainer suggested he should give it a try; he's in the top ten of Japan now, people around him continuously whisper about him maybe being the next Olympic champion.
But Fujigaya isn't aiming to be a champion. What he likes best, better than slopestyle, is freeriding, with less jumps, a long slope, dry winter air against his face, only the sound of his snowboard against snow. When he's out on the freeride slopes he's in his own world, where he forgets to think; only feels.