I am so sorry that I haven't updated in a long time! I just had writer's block, and stuff. Really weird stuff.

Anyways, if any of you get bored of my fics, just read tennisstar1's fics. She's awesome… XD

CHAPTER 3

Akaya laid in his bed, his mind felt like it was being played with by a juggler. It was just a three days ago that he was living the average teenage life, but now with Ryoma so close to him…

"Stop that!" he harshly whispered to himself. He was glad that his roommate was a heavy sleeper now. But still, he still didn't know what to think.

A FEW HOURS AGO

The older of the two pressed his lips against Ryoma's, snaking his tongue to explore the hot cavern. Their teeth clanged together, but both were too preoccupied to care. Just as their tongues were about to tangle with each other, Ryoma pushed him away. The force surprised Kirihara so much that he collided against the lockers on the other side.

"There is something I want to know Kirihara," Ryoma said, still huffing and puffing from the intense kiss. Akaya stared dumb struck at the young man.

"Why did you stop playing tennis?" Ryoma said, walking towards Akaya slowly with a predator grin on his face. The black haired boy blushed. He thought up an answer in his mind, but he didn't want to appear weak. To let the other know just how long he had really desired him. To feel the rush that no drug or other person could give to him. Ryoma pressed his lean body against Akaya's own, his right hand grabbed a fist full of hair and tugged it down. It was erotic to see his dominance did not limit to just the tennis court.

Now Akaya was so close that all he could see was the golden of Echizen's eyes. They showed power, maturity, things that he doubted that were in his eyes.

"Why?" Ryoma asked, playing with the strands of hair in his grasp. Akaya's breath hitched, and he breathed out,

"Because when you were gone, the fun of playing died,".

Ryoma smiled at that answer.

"It's not too late," he said, revealing his genuine and rare smile. "I could help you,".

Akaya didn't know what to say. He really did miss tennis, but 17 was too old to think about a career change. Especially when it came to sports.

"I can't- I-I just can't Ryoma. No matter how tempting that offer sounds... I just can't," Akaya said, trying to look anywhere but Ryoma. The tears in his eyes that threatened to fall must have made him look weak. The younger boy kissed a tear that ran down his face, his silent way of saying he was sorry if he was pushing too hard. "I'm sorry for that Ryoma. But I know it wouldn't be the same-

"Why?" Ryoma asked (man, it must be Ryoma's favorite word right now) with a hint of a growl in his tone.

Akaya grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body closer like it was a rag doll. His lips crushed into Ryoma like he was trying to melt them together. Ryoma sagged, unable to answer back. So much force...

Then Kirihara pulled Ryoma back, and said, "Because I can't play you forever," and ran off...

NOW

Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to even see Ryoma? This whole thing just made his head hurt, his stomach ache, and his heart stop. He knew he wasn't able to get some sleep, so he turned on his lamp on the small drawer that stood next to his bed. Rolled out of bed, and then Akaya sat on the floor. His right hand rubbed his forehead, trying to ease some of the pain.

'Stupid Ryoma, this is all your fault!' he thought. He sighed. Of course the older boy didn't blame Ryoma. He blamed himself. He couldn't keep his big mouth shut and Ryoma knows. It was just flirting or hormones, it was real.

'I probably scared him off though,' he thought again. He couldn't help it. He started laughing. A soft laughter, but soon it became a sad sob...

THE NEXT DAY

Ryoma wasn't going to play today, it was the women's turn. Akaya walked around the stadium, trying to find the emeraldish black haired boy. He wanted to say that he was sorry for he outburst yesterday. He went back into the practice courts section, to see that Ryoma was practicing his serve. He walked quietly up to the court, trying to not alert the young pro tennis player that he was there.

After two more serves though, Echizen just stood there.

"Well, are you just going to watch me?" he asked, not looking at Kirihara.

"I- I just came to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that," Akaya said, trying to justify his actions. Ryoma turned to him with a big smirk on his face.

"You think I'm mad?"

The older boy blushed. Ryoma put his racket gently on the court and stood inches away from Akaya. "How long had you felt that way? You make me ask so many questions," Ryoma said.

"Since camp, when we just played each other... even though it wasn't an official match, it was still the best match I've ever played," Akaya said. There was pure silence.

"Come tomorrow night at my match again. Dress nice," the tennis star said, walking back to his tennis racket and walked away.

Akaya just stood there. What was that?

TOMORROW NIGHT

Momo and Akaya watched the match boredly. This newbie was losing badly to Ryoma, and Ryoma was barely lifting a finger. Both 17 year olds were on the verge of sleep once the match was over...

"Thank you everyone for coming out here. I hope you've been having fun," Ryoma said into the microphone. The crowd's cheering was so loud that it could be heard 10 miles away.

"Well, I hope you all continue to keep coming and supporting us. Especially my friends," the younger Echizen brother said, and looked at Akaya and Momoshiro's direction. Akaya's eyes popped open again at the comment, and saw Ryoma walking closer to them. He waved for Akaya to lean over toward the court, and then stood on one of the giant timer clocks.

He grabbed onto Akaya's dark blue shirt and drew their lips into a kiss...

CHAPTER 3 OVER

Oh my gosh! Why can't I be at that tennis tournament?! Hahaha! Lol, sorry.

I am so sorry again that I took a REALLY LONG break from this story. I have just been so busy.