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Tonight is SILVER TRIO prompts.
That's right, give me a situation, just so long as it involves SHISHIDO, OHTORI and HIYOSHI.
Okays? Okays.
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This post is obviously not for those who don't like this trio ^^; -- next one for you guys.
That's right, give me a situation, just so long as it involves SHISHIDO, OHTORI and HIYOSHI.
Okays? Okays.
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This post is obviously not for those who don't like this trio ^^; -- next one for you guys.
Law school.
"So...how much more time?"
"Five hours."
"Oh shit. There's time to sl-"
"No!" Hiyoshi's roommates said at once.
"Idiot. Last time you slept before an exam you woke up - the next day. Here." Shishido shoved over the coffee.
"Aa, Shishido-san is right," Ohtori's voice was gentle, a hand falling on Hiyoshi's shoulder. Hiyoshi found he was smiling up at Ohtori. "We need to all stay awake somehow. Maybe we should," Ohtori hesitated, glancing from one young man to the other.
"Watch Law and Order?" Hiyoshi and Shishido chorused. "Sure!"
Starbucks.
"No problem," the girl said calmly, and sailed over to start the espresso pulling. "Anything else?"
"Oh. Yeah," Shishido muttered. "Small coffee for me. And," he hesitated, staring at his other palm. "Fuuuck. Venti triple decaf mocha...whole milk, with whip."
The girl behind the counter blinked, then smirked. Shishido's head hit his ink-smeared palm. Ohtori's pregnancy required some very special items, and because the baby wasn't Hiyoshi's fault, Shishido got stuck with the fetch-and-carry. "Yeah," he growled. "Weight-gain...diet." Or something.
At least Ohtori looked adorable chubby.
"You shouldn't smoke, it's bad for you."
"What's your beef anyway?" Shishido said, glaring. "The college kids are all smoking. It'd be uncool if I didn't."
"You think I want to kiss that ash-mouth?" Hiyoshi hissed, backing Shishido into a corner.
"Hey now. Be polite to your senpai," Shishido growled back, and gripped Hiyoshi by the hips in the way he knew would make the other boy melt.
"Fuck," Hiyoshi paused, squirming a little.
"Yeah, that's right," Shishido smirked, and brought his ash-mouth close to press against Hiyoshi's --
"He's right," Ohtori said, appearing in a cloud of worry next to Shishido. "It causes cancer, Shishido-san."
Hiyoshi and Shishido sighed.
Candlelight.
Candles were everywhere. There was a lit cake on the table, Ohtori's favorite, and a small stack of tasteful gifts (except for the extra-large packet of condoms).
The only thing lacking was their boyfriend.
Fifteen minutes after Ohtori was scheduled to arrive Hiyoshi and Shishido frowned at each other. Then the phone rang.
"Oh -- hey -- Choutaroh. Where are you? You're always on time, and we were getting -- What? You decided you'd spend the day with your family to 'let us off the hook'?"
Hiyoshi gaped and Shishido rubbed his eyes. He shut off the phone, trying his best not to cry.
Then, the door opened. "Just kidding," Ohtori chuckled, a wicked gleam in his eye. Then he saw the presents and cake and his boyfriends' unhappy faces and bit his lip. "Aahh...it was just a little...joke," he said lamely.
"I guess we deserved it," Hiyoshi sighed, "after last year."
Ohtori walked over and gathered his boys in. "I'm sorry," he said, and kissed each forehead.
"We'll just call it even," Shishido said, and then smiled, pointing to the chair. "Now, birthday boy, which of us would you like first?"
"Got her?" Shishido asked, peering up through the bushes.
"Right in the a--"
"What are you two doing?" Ohtori's voice had exasperation and affection.
"Nothing," Hiyoshi said hastily, and put his hand on Shishido's ass for good measure. "Just enjoying the, uh, bushes."
"Oh." Ohtori blushed, derailed from further observation of his bevy of incoming female stalkers.
"Mhm," Shishido said, nuzzling Hiyoshi and surreptitiously hiding the slingshot down his pants.
Ohtori squirmed. "Is it time for the movie yet?" he asked hopefully. It was his turn to sit in the middle, which meant...a lot of very, very nice attention, especially during the boring parts.
"Sure," Hiyoshi said, clambering to his feet. He shot a glare back over his shoulder.
"How many we got left?" Shishido muttered as they walked toward the theater.
"Down to four."
Ohtori glowed under his mother's praise. "Our pleasure," he said.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Hiyoshi muttered after Shishido stepped on his foot. He stared down at the pink apron, biting his lip. No fucking way.
Ohtori-san left and Shishido turned to put his on with no hesitation. "Come on, Wakashi. It's not like you have any virility to lose," he smirked, and tied the apron in a little pink bow over his bottom.
Hiyoshi stared. Shishido bent over and the little bow twitched over his ass.
"Here's the broom," Ohtori said, his own pink apron ending juuust below his crotch. Those shorts were extra tight today. Hiyoshi gulped, cheeks reddening, and took the broom. "You should put your apron on too," Ohtori frowned. "Mother would be sad if your clothing got dirty."
"Oh. Right." Hiyoshi tied his on and then turned to sweep.
Suddenly there was silence behind him. Turning, he caught two sets of eyes staring at his ass. They both blinked guiltily up.
"Work," Hiyoshi said with a glare.
I don't care if one of them is just babysitting and the other two are helping out or if they have to work in the NICU section of a hospital or whatever else you can come up with.
Just Silver Trio + Babies please?
Ohtori's parents were outside the operation room waiting. Hiyoshi's were still in denial that their son was gay, and Shishido's had to work. Ohtori's expression was ecstatic and exhausted, and Shishido and Hiyoshi each held a hand. The first cry had them all smiling at each other, eyes glazed with wonder.
"A boy -- and a girl," the doctor said, and swifty the nurses whisked away the twins to clean and measure and tie the umbilical cords. Then they were back, two naked tiny beings, perfect and bare and wailing.
"Oh f- my god," Hiyoshi said, touching a small foot with tears in his eyes. He leaned in to kiss Ohtori, then his son's head, then his daughter's.
Shishido grinned but didn't cry -- crying was uncool. Instead he tried to snitch away the girl, only to be batted back by Ohtori. "I bore them in my stomach, I get to hold them first, Shishido-san," Ohtori said, laughing. He snuggled them, gazing down with such abject adoration that Shishido felt a twinge of jealousy.
Then, Ohtori handed him the girl, and Shishido felt immediately lost. Those silver, strange eyes held his and he pondered that he'd brought life into the world. For a long moment he felt like a GOD.
His daughter opened her mouth and wailed.
"Oh fu- er. Oh no, what do I do!" Shishido said, looking around frantically.
The nurse laughed and put a bottle into his hands. "Feed her."
Jealousy.
It kind of sucked to be in a relationship with a doubles team sometimes, especially when their on-court practice spilled into their off-court relationship, because after all that buttsecks position they'd head off the court and consummate their doubles love with handjobs in the shower. It really ticked Hiyoshi off sometimes, especially when they were all spent just as he was finally interested in spending some quality time with them.
Hiyoshi's volleys were angrier and more forceful than usual that morning.
"Nice work," Atobe noted, coming up behind Hiyoshi, fingers between his eyes. "Dating a doubles team is good for you." He smirked, and suddenly Hiyoshi wondered if the whole situation was somehow Atobe's fault.
Music.
"She's not his type," Hiyoshi snorted.
"Hmph. I think she's a cheerleader," Shishido sighed, and the two of them leaned against each other for comfort. The cheesy music swelled, and Shishido elbowed Hiyoshi. "Dude. I think she's making a move." He frowned.
"I'll kill her," Hiyoshi said, eyes flashing as he stepped forward, but Shishido gripped him by the collar.
"Just wait," Shishido hissed.
Ohtori gently but firmly removed her hand from his neck and smiled, saying something. The girl flushed, and then turned pale, and then smiled gratefully as she stepped away. Then Ohtori rejoined his boyfriends, leaning nonchalantly against the wall beside them.
"What'd you say to her?" they chorused.
"That you two would slay her if she didn't stop groping me."
Tie tugging.
"We go through this every day. You'd think you would've learned, right?"
"Usually Choutaroh does it for me," Shishido sighed. "Ow. Waaay too fucking tight."
Hiyoshi smirked. "You should learn to do it yourself like a big boy...senpai," he snarked, and then choked. "HEY!"
Shishido's fingers stilled from where he'd tugged Hiyoshi's tie nice and tight on his neck. "Be more careful, moron."
"Do you think we use that?" Hiyoshi pointed to the single toothbrush. No guest toothbrush; and Hiyoshi knew they'd each been expecting it.
Ohtori blanched a little, and then blushed. The thought 'indirect kiss' had possibly crossed his mind. "Oh -- we couldn't, it wouldn't be polite," he said, but the thought of not brushing his teeth was even more distasteful.
"I'll, uh, do it first," Hiyoshi said, and grabbed the toothbrush, rinsing thoroughly before putting paste on it and raising it to his mouth. He gave a brush or two before the door opened. Shishido entered, carrying two towels and (thankfully) two toothbrushes. Then he stopped and glared.
"Damnit, Hiyoshi, that's my toothbrush! What the hell are you thinking? Now you just gave me an indirect kiss!"
Ohtori's small whimper went unheard as Hiyoshi and Shishido began to wrangle. The image of that indirect kiss (in more direct kind of way) was now burned inextricably onto his retina.
hehe dunno if you wanna use but haha
Then Shishido began hearing soft laughter, the sound of slapping waves, whispered protests. Oh -- fucking great. He felt his body ache for it, demand that he open his eyes. He left them resolutely shut and heard:
"Not in front of Shishido-san," in the softest of panicked whispers.
"He's asleep."
"Nnh...no, that's...not in public,"
But then the little whispers dissolved into soft gasps, and Shishido rubbed his legs together in a small ashamed gesture. Then his hand snuck over and began to rub, in time to the slapping of water against his chest, the quickening rises and falls of breath opposite him.
"Uhhn...oh...Hiyoshi..." Softest of moans.
"NNh, please, inside..."
"But we don't..."
"Use my soap."
Oh fuck. Were they gonna screw? Shishido felt his eyes crack open the tiniest bit, and he saw something that made him make an involuntary noise, eyes flying all the way open. Hiyoshi, on Ohtori's lap, mouth open in soundless pleasure. Ohtori, biting Hiyoshi's shoulder, hand in front, both moving in quiet and perfect rhythm. No wonder Ohtori was so good at that tennis formation.
Then, hearing the noise, they both looked up and met Shishido's eyes.
Unresolved sexual tension.
Shishido raised his hand, tentatively hovering it over the muscles of Hiyoshi's butt, but Ohtori gripped his wrist, shaking his head.
"Says here if we lengthen our racket we might be prone to shoulder trauma," Hiyoshi said, nose deep in the tennis magazine.
"Longer rackets do...cause some issues," Shishido said, eyes locked on Ohtori's in a hungry gaze.
"They tend to change how people move, but I don't have a problem with that," Ohtori said quietly, thumb caressing the veins of Shishido's wrist. He tugged Shishido in, lips hovering above lips.
"Mm. Hey, someone invented fuzzless balls!"
Interior Decoration.
The bed was covered in a leopard-print throw. It was also a round futon, and the wall behind it had framed artwork of cars and body builders.
"Eh, what?" Ohtori poked his head in and blanched.
"Don't you guys love it?" Shishido's grin was big and excited, and Hiyoshi saw that Ohtori was going to cave.
"Choutaroh," Hiyoshi said warningly as his tall boyfriend opened his mouth to give some kind of lying approval. "No way, Shishido-senpai. This is tacky."
Shishido wilted. "In a very...interesting way," Ohtori added hastily. "How about we keep, um......." he looked around desperately for something that didn't suck too much. "That photo of the car."
"Oh god, you're red as a beet!" Shishido rushed forward, dragging Hiyoshi out of the pool. "What, did you fall asleep?"
"I guess," Hiyoshi said, flopping drowsily at Shishido's feet. He stared up and squinted. "Hey. Where's your towel?"
"I don't know," Shishido said shortly, brow knitting. Looking for it -- that's why he wasn't around to make sure his idiot boyfriend was out of the tub.
"You always stay in there too -"
"Get some ice water, Choutaroh," Shishido said, kneeling to pillow Hiyoshi's head in his lap.
"Ew," Hiyoshi said, wrinkling his nose and turning his face away, "Balls."
Ohtori sighed, heading to the kitchen to get the ice water. Maybe later he could shut his boyfriends up in other ways. Not that they wouldn't both just fall asleep after all that time in the hot tub.
Music room.
"Your fault," Hiyoshi said, sighing, sliding another trombone toward Shishido's pile.
"Yeah," Shishido admitted. "It's just that...okay, Kantoku's fly was totally down."
Ohtori's face was disapproving, but he couldn't help the small chuckle. Then he bit his lip. "You didn't have to stand and announce it," he said reproachfully.
"True," Shishido said. "And Wakashi didn't have to mention that it was a better view than mine." He gave Hiyoshi a mock scowl. Dick jokes were common in their relationship.
Hiyoshi pushed over a flute.
"Damnit, I have plenty," Shishido protested.
Hiyoshi waggled his eyebrow and brought the flute to his mouth in a very suggestive way.
Ohtori blushed furiously. "Wakashi! I'll never be able to look at flute playing again," he protested.
Shishido glanced up at the door, then went to lock it. "We have...an hour, right?" he said huskily. "How about you double-check that view, Wakashi?"
Photography
"What? Take the photo already," Hiyoshi grumped, shifting his leg against Shishido's. It was an uncomfortable position.
"Very nice," Atobe's voice was absent-minded as he looked at some proofs, "keep going, Ohtori, you have a good eye for this."
Ohtori gulped, snapping another photo.
"They look good together, don't they," Atobe added, and Ohtori gave a few vigorous nods.
"Fabulous," Shishido snorted, shifting his weight away from his arm. It brought his nose close to Hiyoshi's cheek and Ohtori almost died from the beauty of the moment. "My arm is totally falling asleep, can we hurry it up?"
"J-just another moment, Shishido-san," Ohtori said, carefully aiming. He tried to figure out a way to prolong the shoot...
"Great, great," Atobe interjected. "Now both of you, take your pants off."
"I'll get it out for you," croaked the frog, "but you must be my friend and do as I say afterwards."
Missing his favorite ball, Hiyoshi agreed. He retrieved his ball and gratefully thanked the frog, but then ran off, forgetting his promise.
Hiyoshi's serving maid, Ohtori, ran up and caught the frog in his hands. "I heard the prince's promise and I'll make him remember it," Ohtori said, frowning down at the frog.
"Since you were kinder than the prince, I will ask it of you instead. Will you kiss me?"
Ohtori's nose wrinkled, but he leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on the frog's head, pondering that the prince now owed him one. Then, in a sudden poof, a handsome naked man appeared in Ohtori's arms.
"Oh my," Ohtori said with a blush.
"Hey! That's MY maid," Hiyoshi shouted, running toward them.
"If you give me a kiss too we can all be friends," Shishido grinned.
(8D and then my brain died.)
"I will," Shishido and Ohtori chorused, and then there was a small battle of hands and some of Hiyoshi's skin got caught in the zipper.
"FUCK, you guys, calm the FUCK DOWN." Finally dressed, Hiyoshi sighed and turned, glaring. "Satisfied?"
Yeah, Hiyoshi had lost the bet, and this was the punishment. He had to admit that there was some satisfaction in turning his boyfriends into two drooling, gibbering monkeys, although he had to wonder how girls found this at all appealing.
"Almost satisfied," Shishido said, approaching with a predatory gleam in his eye.
Hiyoshi was hit with the immediate desire to cross his legs. It had to be the skirt that did it.
"Hey, what's your greatest fear?" Hiyoshi asked, squinting to get the stars into focus. He should've brought his glasses.
"You mean like, my whole family dying, that kinda thing?"
"No, I mean like, phobia."
"Oh." Shishido pondered his answer. "Well. Uh. Darkness."
"--Oh no, Shishido-san. You must be afraid right now!" Ohtori scooted his legs a bit closer.
"Nah, with the fire, and you guys here, it's okay." Shishido didn't mind the closeness though, and he scooted as well until they were both lying together.
"Hmph," Hiyoshi muttered, and joined them on Ohtori's other side. He stared across Ohtori's body at Shishido, frowning. "Why afraid of the dark?"
"Eh," Shishido shrugged, uncomfortable for a moment. "My dad used to tell stories about the oni in the closet. Never really got over that."
"Awww, Shishido-san..." Ohtori tugged him in close, and Hiyoshi wracked his brain to think up a phobia that was just as snuggle-worthy.