Title: Kinds of Fun
Pairing: Atobe/Gakuto
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is kind of the answer to the question "What if Gakuto chose Atobe instead of Tachibana?" over at tenipuriu . Gift fic for angel_katchan
Summary: Gakuto comes home to Atobe.

Atobe could hear Gakuto coming home. The sound of the engine reverberated into the bedroom they shared and made the pounding in his temples all the worse. He was happy that his lover was home, but the noise he would make before he got to Atobe was going to be painful. It would be especially painful if Gakuto came home in a bad mood. He was supposed to meet with his mother and her husband for lunch which never failed to piss Gakuto off. Atobe buried his head beneath his pillow to drown out some of the clanging and banging going on downstairs even as he curled on his side a little.

Eventually, Gakuto got up to the bedroom, stalking around as he changed out of his suit and into a pair of running shorts and one of Atobe's t-shirts. Atobe heard him stop moving around rather suddenly and he stayed wherever he was for a minute before the bed shifted, signaling his realization that Atobe had a migraine and needed attention more than noise.

"Keigo," he whispered as he pulled the pillow away from Atobe's face, pressing it flat on the bed. He ran his fingers through Atobe's hair before he shifted his boyfriend onto his back ever so lightly so that Atobe was doing most of the moving. He straddled Atobe's waist carefully. Gakuto pulled out a bottle of massage oil, pouring some into his hands as Atobe cracked one eye open.

"You're too loud," he grumbled and closed his eye again.

Gakuto chuckled softly as he rubbed his hands together to warm the vanilla scented oil. He rested his fingers on Atobe's temples as he started to massage the migraine away. "Did you take your painkillers?" he asked softly, keeping his voice as low as possible to keep from aggravating the pain.

Atobe nodded as he rested his hands on Gakuto's hips gently. His little redhead had managed to keep him grounded since they were in junior high and he'd be lying if he tried to say that physical touch didn't help that. Gakuto leaned down and kissed his lips lightly. Atobe sighed and squeezed Gakuto's hips as he felt the throbbing ease a bit under the pressure on his temples.

"Relax, Keigo," Gakuto encouraged, lips a mere breath away from Atobe's. "We'll have fun later when your head doesn't want to explode," he added with a smirk. They both knew that 'fun' would come sooner rather than later because the massage would move from the temples to the rest of the body which tended to lead to their favorite kind of fun.