Innocent Exposure

Sanada waited impatiently by the cordoned off railing. On his side, several ladies giggled and squealed excitedly. Some did not ever bother to hide the drool in their eyes as they watched the straining figures before them.

On the other side of the rail, the floor was covered with thick tatami mats and men in bleached white gi. The men's judo club was made up of mostly stocky well muscled male specimens. Thick legs, powerful arms, corded necks. From what little he could observe, most of them even out muscled him. All that rippling flesh modestly covered with long pants and long sleeved judo gi uniforms, of course.

But, like an ugly duckling; or rather, to Sanada's biased eyes, a graceful swan among ugly ducks; Tezuka's lean figure stood out among them. He had his hand on his randori partner's collar and was on constant move, though Sanada had no idea what he was doing. It looked like Tezuka was simply shifting his weight around without actually stepping anywhere.

His partner, who was almost twice his size, though they were about the same height, grunted and changed his grip. A few more moments and suddenly, Tezuka was thrown in the air. His top jerked open, exposing a shoulder and a good portion of his torso. There was a loud thump as he landed on his back. He laid on the mat a moment before picking himself up. The opening made the contours of his chest and rippling abdomen were clearly visible. Sanada wanted to eat him right there and then.

Suddenly, there were squeals next to him and some excited remarks about Tezuka's well toned abs. That dampened his mood considerably even as he watched Tezuka shrugged back into his jacket and retied his obi belt. His partner gave him a few more pointers, putting his hands on Tezuka's elbow and lapel. Then, the whole process started again.

Somewhere on the floor, another jacket got ripped open on another well-toned male torso and another round of giggling erupted next to his seat.

And dear kami-sama! Was that one guy pinning another one under him in a tangle of arms, legs and necks?

Sanada, not for the first time, questioned what he was doing there. He was not a fan of judo and he did not like sitting on the sidelines with a group of drooling females.

No one was ever in danger of being disrobed in kendo. Why can't his Kunimitsu take up a hobby like kendo instead?

When they arrived home, Sanada locked the door. Then, he immediately pressed Tezuka against the wall and kissed him roughly and forcefully. His hands fumbled for the opening on Tezuka's shirt. He gripped both sides and pulled the innocent shirt apart. Buttons popped and zinged around them. Seams parted with a loud rip.

"Gen!" Tezuka managed to protest before his brain melted. Sanada had latched on to one nipple and doing interesting things to it with his tongue.

An hour later, Tezuka lay exhausted on the couch. He wasn't sure letting Sanada come with him to judo practice was the best idea he ever had. Sanada seemed more intense and impatient just after practice. Not that he was really complaining. His rear end was sore but happy.

But he would at least like to make it to the bed once in a while. The couch was harder to clean than bed sheet. This was why he took extra time to shower and prepare himself in the locker room. He never made more than 3 steps past the door after Judo practice.

Above him, Sanada began to stir, rolling himself to the side and sliding down to the floor heavily.

Tezuka bent down to kiss his shoulder.

Sanada sighed. "Teach me judo."

Tezuka blinked. He thought Sanada told him he did not like judo.

"It should be outlawed. But since it's not illegal, this is the only thing I can do."

Tezuka blinked again. Judo illegal? It's an Olympic sports event! Although he wasn't a serious competitor, he did promise his grandfather to keep up with his practice. And the judo team were always eager to have a non-competitive 2-dan black belt like Tezuka to spar with. He was a technical judoka, with broader range of techniques, but less depth of experience in practice.

"Look! The only person allowed to rip your top off is me. Even if I have to kill myself learning it."

A corner of Tezuka's mouth quirked upward. It was nice not to go to judo night all by himself. And he did not even need to introduce grappling to Sanada. But he was quite certain Sanada would enjoy that part of the lesson very much.

Author's note:
Lurking in judo forum messed with my brain. Damn you, Tezuka!