His toes were numb from submersed cold; he liked it. He was going to miss the feeling of the cold sea in summer. Miss the spray assaulting his face at night and preserving him from heat in day. But, life changes, life moves and so do those who live it. The teen smiled. Hands brushed the sand from his shorts and feet slipped back into flip-flops.
The train would arrive at 4, and would take him to Tokyo. A ride awaited him there. A ride from his best friend. One he had loved for years.
The teen looked back to look at the shore, his home. It was his last glance for at least three months. He smiled. Not a rueful smile, or a nostalgic smile, merely a content smile. There's always Chiba.
The train ride was a few hours. Long enough to think, but short enough to stay occupied. The face that greeted him as he stepped of the train warmed his heart.
"Light packer?" the closed eyes and small smirk hid everything.
"Already sent my things along," the glint in his eye, and the grin on his face read everything. The two came together and embraced tightly, like brothers.
"You didn't call yesterday. Eiji was disappointed,"
"Gomen Fuji, I was busy saying goodbyes," his grin exuded confidence even as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. The tensai couldn't help but love the boy before him. Arms rested comfortably around shoulders. The pair walked to the car, connected.
Fuji pulled out his keys. The lights on a black BMW flashed. The silver haired boy let out a low whistle.
"Moving up in the world, eh? It's beautiful,"
"Sold a few extra photos. Pretentious people really like my work," the honey haired teen grinned.
"I must be very pretentious, then," the silver-haired teen felt the reward of his compliment: the smile returned by the tensai could melt the coldest ice. The teen had missed the genius, his best friend. It had been two months since they had seen each other and one week since they conversed.
"We're meeting the team today."
"Saa. But we know them all. We may not have met them, but the high school tennis players good enough to play at University are few in number."
"Hai. Eiji has become very impressive. He was already attractive before, but maybe I'll give him a go now," the wink that followed elicited a chuckle from Fuji.
"If you were gay, I might believe you."
The silver haired boy merely laughed in response.
There was the hum of music and conversation for the duration of the drive.
"Ne Kippei, isn't that Fuji and Saeki?"
"Looks like it. "
"Lucky! Maybe we'll all room together," the redhead boy motioned to the tensai and best friend to join the trio. The two sauntered up; Fuji draped over Saeki's right shoulder. Both smiled congenially. Kippei hesitated only slightly when he saw the open affection from the genius, but quickly realized Saeki was the only person the teen was that friendly with; they were very close.
"It's good to see you both," began the stoic.
"Saa.. Tachibana, if it's so good to see me, you should smile," the tensai chuckled.
"Hai, he's right Tachibana. That smile of yours makes Fuji melt," nobody winked like the Rokkaku vice-captain. If Kippei could blush, his face would be a tomato. Sengoku and Shishido chuckled at the duo.
The silver-haired boy nodded to Ryo's hair. "Ever growing it out again?"
"Hell no. I've gotten four times the action since I cut it."
"Doesn't count if it's all from Chotorou." The redhead winced at the punch to his arm, but grinned widely. Shishido blushed intensely.
"Dumb-ass."
"I thought you'd been married since Jr. High." The silver haired boy received the same swift punch in the shoulder as Shishido grumbled to himself. The group continued friendly banter until a strong voice gathered their attention.
"Welcome. Today you are here because you are some of the best tennis players in the nation. You are also academically proficient and shall be treated thusly. We expect maturity, dignity and honor from our students; give us nothing less. I am Anzai Funaki, your new coach. My assistants will be giving you room assignments in the east conference room. Practice will begin Wednesday. Until then, don't get careless. Dismissed," the man's voice was bold, but even and not harsh. He looked in his early 50's and wore an American suit. To exit, he turned on his heel and strode off easily.
The students shrugged and went to the east conference room. Each picked up keys and a room assignment. The tennis team was grouped together by year of entrance.
Saeki's bag thumped down heavily. The apartment was already partially occupied. It was a three bedroom , with a kitchen and medium sized living/dining room. It was a tan color with white trim. It was decorated with dark maroon furniture that was very broken in. It was home.
Kojiroh dragged his bags to the room that had been assigned to him- and Kikumaru Eiji; they were roommates. There were three other boys living in the apartment: Yukimura, Fuji, and Shishido. Shishido had his own room; Yukimura and Fuji shared.
No one else was home, so the silver-haired teen sprawled onto his bed, drifting into soft sleep. Only minutes later, a body dropped languidly on top of him, head resting under his chin. The teen tilted his head down and kissed the forehead.
"Glad we're living together Syuusuke," trailed a sleepy voice.
"Hn. Me too," the tensai's head tipped as he lazily traced the other's neck with kisses; heat from his body enveloped Kojirou. Fuji tended to overwhelm all other senses.
"Is this really the time or place?" mumbled the other over Fuji's lips. A smile quirked, but the genius' lips quickly pursed.
"But it's been so long and you're my favorite to kiss," it was odd to see an 18 year old pout. The Rokkaku graduate couldn't resist and leaned down and took the other's mouth. The kiss was almost chaste, though not quite. Blood rushed to important areas of the body. Both flushed. The tensai quickly moved to straddle the other boy and traced his hands along the other's waistband, spark dancing in his eye and grin under his features.
"No Fuji."
"Koji, you can't just do that," Fuji said matter-of-factly. He raised an eyebrow and faked a pout. The silver haired teen rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Yes. I know." He held the other's wrist as he deftly switched their positions. His body pinned the other boy and held the tensai's hands over the boy's head. He bent and took a kiss from the other, "If I have to satisfy you, I'm doing it my way," was mumbled as he traced the boy's lower lip wetly. He eased the lips apart and tongues fought teasingly. The kiss intensified and quickened. The silver-haired teen used his free hand to pull down Fuji's zipper. Slipping a hand in, he ghosted the other's already hard member teasingly.
Fuji let loose a quiet whimper of protest. Soon, strong fingers grasped the other and began to stroke slowly. Another stifled moan escaped the prodigy. The vice-captain's lips slipped to the other's collar bone- a very sensitive spot on the genius. Kojirou dragged the hand that had been holding the other boy's captive, down the genius' side and back up as he paused to thumb the nipple to hardness. Fuji arched into the touch, biting down on one hand to restrain his voice and fisting his assailant's shirt with the other.
Kojiroh continued to stroke, increasing the pace steadily. The lithe boy's body had a steady hold on his eyes; the other teen was so beautiful like this, Sae-san just couldn't resist. He then took lips from Fuji and kissed the tip of his heat. The other gasped in unsure protest. The silver haired boy looked him in the eye and shook his head slightly. My way.
He licked a line up the shaft making Fuji shudder uncontrollably. He bit his hand harder and tilted his head back, fist moving to bury in the other's hair. Kojiroh kissed, licked, traced and sucked the entirety. He smiled as he could feel the tensai buck, no ability to restrain. Lips hard on the tip, Saeki sucked and twirled, tongued the tip sharply as his friend came, gently spasming and shaking from restraint. Licking the boy clean, he smiled. The gruff subconscious whisper of, "Kojiroh," that escaped the tensai at climax was enough- for now. He moved to lay next to the satiated boy. Fuji's eyes were glowing and hazy as the tensai smiled and wrapped himself around the other, tracing his chest lazily.
"Eiji saw,"
"Hn. I know," Fuji chuckled, and opened his eyes, "He's seen more of me than that."
The wicked grin almost made Saeki laugh out loud.
"It's been awhile since you dated. I hoped you don't make this a habit with him too?" the silver haired teen questioned. He was surprised at his desire to know the response.
"Jealousy? With you, it's such a turn on Kojiroh," Syuusuke traced the boy's exposed neck with teeth, gently kissing. Saeki tensed at the thoughts crossing his vision. Sensing, Fuji continued with comfort dripping, "Just you Koji. There's no one else I would do this with, unless I was dating them. Speaking of which, when am I going to get you in bed again?" the tensai raised an eyebrow.
"Is this not a bed?" The other laughed, but his eyes were serious. "When I have your whole heart again," he smiled ruefully, "Until then, I'll settle. Maybe I'll find someone else while I wait. Can't play 'til I know I can beat you at the game." The teen pulled his friend, still slightly stunned, closer. "Relax. We're still best friends," Lips pressed forehead and eased the tensai. He snuggled closer to Saeki.
"Hai. Ya know, we should probably go straighten things out with Eiji," the words were spoken into Saeki's neck. The boy simply gave Fuji a squeeze.
"Nap first," he mumbled, taking in the scent of the tensai's hair. Saeki rarely admitted to himself how much he enjoyed this. Or how much it hurt him to enjoy it.
The first time they had done this was in junior high. They had been best friends for a very long time, and after Fuji had moved they had grown apart. Over the years, Saeki's crush had grown bigger over. After the match between Seigaku and Rokkaku, the vice-captain had cornered his best friend. It was only one kiss, but it was the start of everything. It was always Fuji Syuusuke for Kojiroh-always.
Saeki woke as Fuji got up to meet with the coach. His own meeting wasn't for a couple hours. He wandered into the living room to find Eiji playing soccer on his X-box.
"Mind if I play?"
The redhead practically jumped. Saeki laughed out loud.
"I know you saw. I'm sorry. I promise it wont happen…too often."
The redhead's face was the shade of his hair.
"Nya Sae-san. I'm used to Fujiko being so… touchy, but I didn't think you were the same way," a pout was subtly stationed on the other's lips.
"Fuji was right, you're so cute when you pout," the silver haired boy received a swift kick to the leg for that remark.
"I wish you and Fuji would use your powers of seduction for good once and awhile,"
"We can't help it if we're irresistible. He's just a step away from perfection and I'm a step in-"
"-the other direction. Hoi. I know. You guys should work on some new material."