A quickquickquick post before I run off for school.

EDIT: *slaps her own forehead* Ohhhh, stupid me. I forgot to put down the pairing before I was chased out of house by my parents.

Pairing's TezuAto with a little FujiRyo (as an unexpected *coughs* interruption.)

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Atobe yawned, then reached over to run his hand through Tezuka's hair idly. He was currently lying face down on Tezuka's bed, right arm hanging off its side with one hand tangled in his boyfriend's hair. Tezuka was sitting beside the bed-- on the floor, in fact, with his file propped on his raised knees and the usual serious look on his face as he contemplated his answers.

The diva yawned again before closing his eyes, the hand which was stroking Tezuka's hair moments ago going limp.

The bespectacled boy reached up to remove Atobe's hand from his hair gently, leaving it draped over his own shoulder before he continued working on his assignment. The older boy insisted on coming over his apartment despite the lateness of the hour and refused to leave until Tezuka finished his homework and managed to entertain him, somehow.

He glanced at the wall clock.

4:00 a.m.

Tezuka paused in his writing when he heard muffled thumps and the sounds of someone coming home. It was most probably Fuji. He was currently sharing an apartment with Fuji and Oishi (which meant living with Kikumaru as well) and since both Oishi and Kikumaru were already home-- that left only Fuji.

It was strange, because the tensai wasn't really a nocturnal person like Tezuka (who could be one if he so much as desired.) But the former captain also knew that the fair-haired boy was dating someone new recently, and he wasn't letting up on the identity of his new girlfriend. Or boyfriend.

It was a little difficult to tell with Fuji sometimes. He didn't seem to prefer one gender over the other, so they (meaning Oishi, Kikumaru and him) had actually viewed an assortment of his girlfriends and boyfriends over the years. It was kind of amazing, considering the fact that they only moved in together sometime before their first year in the university and they were currently in their third year.

"Wa-wait! Fuji-senpai!"

"Shhh..."

Tezuka blinked.

The new boyfriend's voice had sounded extremely familiar.

"Hmm..." Atobe stirred beside him, blinking dazedly. "Tezuka...?"

Tezuka leaned over to press a soft kiss on the other's lips, indicating required silence. At this, Atobe blinked a couple of times more before sitting up and staring with slightly widened eyes at the door. There were sounds of a small scuffle going on behind the door, coupled with soft laughter and mild protests from Fuji's new boyfriend.

With a shrug, Atobe slide off the bed to sit on the floor beside Tezuka. He leaned over and laid his head on the younger boy's shoulder, eyes closing again sleepily. Tezuka curled his free arm around Atobe and continued writing, ignoring the scuffling going on behind the door for the time being.

His room wasn't particularly bright- since Atobe wanted to doze while Tezuka worked and he didn't really like to work by fluorescent lights. He only had his bedside lamp on, and that alone was more than sufficient for him to see. Apparently, that was also more than sufficient for him to see Fuji and his new boyfriend when the both of them tumbled into Tezuka's room with a soft crash, waking Atobe up immediately.

"What the-"

"Fuji-ah!"

There was a brief moment of silence whereby Tezuka and Atobe both stared at Fuji, then Ryoma, who was pinned under the older boy, looking totally dishevelled and more than half-undressed.

Fuji gave the both of them a slightly apologetic look, getting off Ryoma with some regret. "Maa, gomen ne Tezuka..."

Tezuka honestly thought he had never seen Ryoma blush that hard before in his whole life. The wide-eyed and more than mildly appalled look on Ryoma's face would have been funny had Atobe not been staring at the both of them like they had toed across enemy lines and were asking for a round of friendly warning.

After Ryoma dragged Fuji out of Tezuka's room and closed the door behind them, Atobe turned to Tezuka with a mildly affronted look.

"Do they do that all the time? How rude."

There was a pause. There were reasons why Tezuka usually stayed over at Atobe's apartment and not vice versa.

The bespectacled boy smiled, then shook his head. "Fuji just started dating Echizen, I think."

"Oh."

Atobe wasn't really angry. Just... mildly irritated about being interrupted from his sleep. And to see two other people making out when he was still waiting for his boyfriend to finish his homework could put quite a damper on things for him. Let it never be said that Atobe Keigo had no patience, because he had it and it came in bulk, too.

He didn't want to interrupt Tezuka's studies. He knew that for the past three months, he had been disturbing the younger boy far more often than he was supposed to, sidetracking him from his work constantly. It couldn't really continue in that manner so he thought he should give the poor boy a break and let him do whatever he wanted to do first. After that, he could put his things aside and entertain Atobe just like he was supposed to.

He was a good boyfriend. He just knew it. Tezuka wasn't allowed to disagree either.

Tezuka watched Atobe briefly. "Still sleepy?"

There was a loud thump from the room beside theirs, and then a muffled curse.

Atobe sighed, his answer a smooth, bored drawl. "Unfortunately, no."

"Hm." Tezuka started stroking the small area of exposed flesh between Atobe's shirt and pants with a thumb (from the arm still wrapped around the latter,) making the diva feel slightly shivery from the unanticipated contact.

"Well, I guess that can't be helped."

"Hm."

Atobe frowned.

Tezuka put his work away quietly, a contemplative look on his face. The diva waited a little impatiently for him to say something, anything, keeping a carefully nonchalant look on his face. "So?"

The bespectacled boy reached up to brush Atobe's hair out of his face gently, the smile on his lips faint as he leaned over to kiss the latter. The diva reached over to tug his boyfriend closer, demanding the rightful attention he was supposed to receive since six hours ago.

After the both of them finally pulled away from each other, Tezuka ran a finger over the other's lips with quiet intent.

"Let's go to bed."

"Ahh."

The answering smirk Atobe gave could only be described as indulgent.

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