Pairing: TezuRyo
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. They'd be doing this in canon if they were.
Notes: My first stab at this particular pairing, and my second TeniPuri fic ever. Please have mercy if the newbie status shows through. Beware of run-on sentences. This is also completely unbetaed, so, uh, sorry if there are any dodgy looking parts.
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Thunder clapped in the distance. Given the situation, Tezuka thought absently, it was oddly appropriate. For the last ten or so minutes - maybe it was twenty, he couldn't really tell anymore - he had been engaged in a staring match with his once-protégé. Five years felt like such a long time, but in the boy standing a mere arm's length from him it hardly showed. He was more toned, naturally, muscles more pronounced, and he had shot up several centimetres - the irrational desire to have Inui there to rattle off statistics on just how much and when it had most probably happened was quickly squashed - the babyfat disappearing in the process, leaving behind features that were devastatingly handsome. In that face, however, the wide, blazing golden eyes were still the same. So was the smirk, almost imperceptibly tugging at sensual lips. All this was taken in with one gaze by Tezuka's own hazel eyes, always telling him just a bit too much about one Echizen Ryoma.
"Buchou."
The silence was shattered by that one word, and suddenly, all the rest of the world came rushing back into focus. Car horns blared, people chattered incessantly while passing by, and he realised they had been rooted on their feet on the sidewalk for who knew how long. He took a deep breath and was startled to find it uneven, stuttering. It began to rain.
"Tezuka." The voice was more insistent this time, lined with urgency and bordering on something scarily akin to uncertainty, and it sounded so wrong in his ears that he did something only Echizen could ever make him do: he succumbed to an impulse the second it came to him.
Without further thought, he snatched the younger boy's hand, vaguely satisfied at the surprised expression that was smoothed over just as quickly as it had appeared. Something unintelligible was grumbled into the air between them.
The rain fell harder.
Tezuka didn't let himself linger on the feel of the palm against his own, the warmth emanating from the lithe body trudging the street not quite reluctantly next to him, or how each of their breathing was more like after a long match in the glare of the summer sun rather than just having run - when did they break out running? - a few blocks in spring rain. Not until they came to a stop in a secluded park, taking temporary shelter under a large tree. He found himself pressing Echizen against its trunk with his body, and told himself it was only to help keep dry. It was hard to hold on to his control when his mind was overflowing with questions and those golden eyes regarded him with just the slightest bit of amusement but a challenge clearly written in their depths.
Echizen always had challenged him in every way. And when the boy leaned in, defiant, expectant, and absolutely beautiful from the rain-soaked bangs to the slender hand that somehow still gripped his, he forgot to care about control.
For the following several minutes, Tezuka Kunimitsu ceased thinking altogether and concentrated on ravishing his former star player with his mouth.
Questions could come later. Whatever lie ahead, he could convince himself it was worth the throaty whisper from Echizen's - Ryoma's - lips.
"Kunimitsu..."
There was that smirk again, and he answered it with a smile of his own. Then everything was forgotten again in favour of mouths, tongues meeting, hands wandering to the waist, the nape of the neck, and the heady rush of breath.
