Want it or Not
by sailorstarsun





Tezuka was sure Atobe was secretly out to destroy his college career.

It was hard enough concentrating on schoolwork when your highly attractive boyfriend was watching, but when said attractive boyfriend planted himself in your lap, well, it was obviously impossible. And the fact that the private dorm prohibited visitors after 9:00pm didn't seem to deter him one bit from tapping on the window at 11:00pm and giving himself permission to enter the small room. Apparently he felt he had every right to come whenever he wanted, and further felt it was perfectly fine to interrupt studies as he pleased.

"Atobe, I need to finish reading this chapter. If you would kindly remove yourself..."

"The book's had you long enough," was the response as he ran his fingers through Tezuka's hair, holding tousled bangs out of his face. "It's my turn." He punctuated the statement with a kiss, deep and seductive. The hand still tangled in his hair pressed their heads even closer together, while the other arm wound its way around his neck.

Opening his mouth slightly, Tezuka allowed Atobe's tongue entrance. The taste was intoxicating, and it surprised him, even after all the time they've been together, how much of an effect that flavor had on him. His body immediately responded: pulse quickening, muscles tensing, and the painful tightening in his groin.

It took every last bit of his resolve to push Atobe away.

"No." There was a slight pant in his voice, something that, other than playing tennis, only his lover could bring about. It irritated him. "I can't right now; I have to study."

Atobe's turquoise eyes stared a moment, before his eyebrows slowly formed into a scowl. Tezuka knew that nobody turns away Atobe Keigo look. It was part of why he loved him so much; his determination and willingness to do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

But sometimes, when Tezuka found it turned on himself, it could be a real pain.

"I think it's time you took a break." He gripped the lavender shirt at the collar, "whether you want it or not." A swift jerk sent buttons flying as the shirt was wrenched open, exposing Tezuka's athletic chest.

"What do you think you're-ah!" His sentence was cut off when Atobe's rather talented mouth preyed upon a nipple, first nipping, then nursing it. He made a futile attempt at freedom, but the hands Tezuka placed on his partner's shoulders to push him away decided to hold on instead, digging in hard enough to bruise. And as much as he tried to stop it, a gasp escaped him as one of his most sensitive parts went under attack. His boyfriend was truly evil indeed.

A knock at the dorm room's door broke the spell. Reflex, more than anything, forced his hands to finally behave and shove his guest under the desk. A *thud* and an "oof" told him Atobe had smacked his head on the backboard of the wooden desk, but that wasn't his concern. He worried more about wrapping his shirt around himself so it at least appeared to be closed as his teacher opened the door and greeted him.

"Konban wa, Sensei."

"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"Not at all." He prayed to the gods his teacher didn't hear the snort that came from under the desk.

The older man smiled. "Good. I just wanted to go over the topics for tomorrow's Student Council meeting with you."

"Aah." He knew the diva under his desk would not be so ok with this turn of events. Anyone else in his place probably would have jumped out of their seat, or at least cringed, when they felt the zipper of their pants being lowered, but Tezuka just clenched his jaw a little tighter and hoped what he thought was about to happen didn't happen.

Knowing where Atobe was concerned...it was going to happen.

That knowledge didn't help any when a hot mouth engulfed his freed erection. It took a restraint he didn't even know he had to keep from moaning out the other's name. His hips made the barest movement of a thrust forward, and he could feel the grin on Atobe's lips as they surrounded him, taking him in, obviously pleased with the reaction. Getting a rise out of Tezuka must have been some kind of hobby for him.

The tip of his cock touched the back of Atobe's throat as he swallowed, then slowly pulled back and established an only slightly faster rhythm. Tezuka rewarded him with a full-bodied shudder.

"Are you cold, Tezuka-kun?"

"Aah, a bit."

"You should put on a sweater then." The teacher nodded.

"Mm, actually I was going to go to bed soon." He wanted to smack himself for how easily he lied to someone he respected, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" It was obvious the older man meant it, which made Tezuka feel all the worse. "Well, since that's about it," he looked over the notepad in his hands for a moment, "then I'll let you go. Goodnight, Tezuka-kun."

"Oyasumi, Sensei."

As soon as the coast was clear he reached down and clutched the head of hair nestled in his crotch. Though he originally intended to pull his troublesome lover away and reprimand him about what was appropriate and when, the strands of silk in his hands triggered the last bit of passion and lust, and he instead led his lover into a faster pace.

"A..to..be...." He couldn't hold back the moan this time, too far gone. Too caught in the other's trap. Strapped into the roller coaster of sensation his lover put him on, and all he could do was hold on and ride it through. His grip tightened more and more as he came closer to the end.

The orgasm came with a silent scream, Tezuka holding Atobe's head in place as he pumped his seed into the eager mouth that swallowed every last drop. Until his body relaxed, the sucking continued, then he released Atobe, who looked up. Dark turquoise eyes met with half-lidded grey.

Content with silence, for a minute his panting breaths, which eventually tapered off into a sigh, were the only sounds in the room. When Tezuka had the strength to move again, he leaned over and kissed his lover, savoring the taste of himself on Atobe's mouth. A wonderful mixture of the two of them to create the perfect flavor. Then he pulled back, and rested his head the other's shoulder. "Don't ever do that again."

Atobe responded with a chuckle. "As long as you remember that your first priority is me."

Tezuka sighed. This highly attractive and highly irritating boyfriend was going to be the death of him, he was sure.





~Owari~