He groaned as he turned over in the bed. It was cold for an autumn morning, he thought sleepily. Cold enough, that he didn't want to leave the bed and he wondered for a brief moment if Echizen had felt the same thing. Since, during training camps, their youngest member had always been the last to wake or arrive at early practise for that matter.
Stretching an arm out, he reached for the warmth of the person sleeping beside him. When his fingers touched nothing, he opened his eyes and blinked. Where was he?
A slight sound made him turn around to find his lover at the foot of the bed. Who was folding shirts of all things. At six in the morning no less.
He shook his head, a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. This was the only person; he knew who would sacrifice sleep for laundry.
"Mitsu…what are you doing?"
Tezuka paused in his folding and gave him a look.
"And a good morning to you too…" He finished folding the purple jumper. "I am folding clothes."
Fuji leaned against the headboard, the blankets huddled against his bare form, watching his lover fold the clothing silently. He liked that about Mitsu, how even the simple things demanded his all attention, that as if he took his eye off for merely a second things would be in disarray. Slender fingers caressed the fabric as he brushed out the creases and wrinkles. Do not get careless, was one of the things Tezuka lived by and Fuji enjoyed tormenting him about it. Especially, when he could be distracted and doing other...things.
Fuji eyed the neatly folded clothing and the clothing left in the basket. He slowly crawled towards the end of the bed. Tezuka paid him no heed, still folding, a frown marring his features.
However it changed to surprise when he found him sitting right in front of him.
"F-Fuji, what are you doing?" Wariness had crept into his tone.
Fuji merely smiled before he leaned forward and kissed him. At first, Tezuka resisted, because one it was too early and second, Fuji was sitting on the clothes. However, by the time, Fuji had pressed himself against Tezuka's clothed form, he responded eagerly to the kiss, wrapping arms around his lover's slender body.
Fuji felt Tezuka's growing hardness and he smirked as he suddenly thrust his hips forward making the older man groan. He felt Tezuka's fingers dig into his back as if in desperation. Fuji pulled away from the kiss, watching Tezuka's hazel eyes darken with desire and lust.
"Ne, Mitsu do you want to continue folding or …."
The rest of the sentence is left hanging…Tezuka blushes and Fuji smirks, knowing he is going to win, at the flicking emotions crossing his face. Tezuka knows he should be folding clothes since they were meant to be done yesterday but still…
Fuji remains kneeling, his arms still wrapped around his shoulders. His head tilted, a knowing smile on his face. Mentally, he counts to 10, knowing sooner or later Tezuka would give in.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Before he reaches 9 however, Tezuka gives his answer by pushing him backwards, towards the bed.
Fuji smiles again. This time, he was certain, he wasn't the one to be on top.
"Good choice," Fuji whispers as he pulls him closer.