Title: Phone Call
Author: shiroirukaze
Rating: K+ and PG-13
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me
A/N: Totally random and since this is un-betaed, apologies for any grammar mistakes. Reviews are great. Thanx for reading and reviewing.
"Fuji, we shouldn't be doing this…"
"Shh…"
Placing his slender finger on Tezuka's lips, Fuji smiled and bent lower to lick the captain's exposed collarbone. Tezuka moaned a little. Fuji continued licking, making his way down to the stomach and further down…
"Tezuka? Hello? Tezuka? Are you still there?"
Fuji's voice brought Tezuka back to reality, snapping him out of his daydream. Wiping away cold sweats that formed on his forehead and releasing his tight grip on the phone handle (which he did unconsciously while he was daydreaming); he quickly regained his composure and replied the tensai.
"Yes. I am still here."
"So the plan is still on right? I will be coming to your house after dinner, around 8pm. Is that okay?"
Tezuka's heart skipped a beat.
"That will be fine."
"I'll see you later then."
The line went dead as Tezuka replaced the handle back its original position. He could hear his own heartbeat beating very fast. It was a sensation he never felt before. Strangely, it all started when he received the phone call from Fuji. His mouth ran dry upon hearing the tensai's soft voice and suddenly he had weird thoughts about the two of them. What is happening to him?
Taking off his specs and massaging his forehead, Tezuka leaned against the sofa he was sitting on. It must be the effects from all the late nights, he thought. Wearing back his specs, he stared at the clock hanging on the living room's wall. A few hours left before Fuji shows up at the doorstep. Tezuka made a mental note to clean his room before Fuji's arrival, never mind that his room is already in a spick and span condition.
The original plan was to have a group study together during the summer holidays. Since they had it last time at Fuji's house, this time would be Tezuka's turn to play host. They had been doing this for the past two years but why Tezuka felt that it would be different this time?
When Tezuka opened the door a few hours later, Fuji was standing at the porch, waiting patiently with his usual cheerful smile. The warm night breeze teased the tensai's hair, causing it to ripple. Fuji casually ran his slender finger through it, trying to straighten his hair back. Tezuka heart skipped a beat at the sight of Fuji. He never thought that he would react in this way as he ushered Fuji into the house. Maybe he hasn't realized it yet, and it might take a while for him to sort out his feelings, but one thing is for sure, Tezuka is slowly falling in love.