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So that had been his first kiss. Sweet, gentle, and innocent. Tezuka was surprised that Fuji had agreed to kiss him and hadn't protested. Then again, it was Fuji and he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
After everyone looked away, Tezuka's tongue swiped out over his lips, still able to taste Fuji.
When Seigaku's genius dared Oishi to make out with Kikumaru, Tezuka couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to do that with Fuji. Just the thought alone made Tezuka feel dirty so he quickly shook it from his mind and listened as Oishi and Fuji went back and forth on the issue until Oishi finally gave in.
Tezuka watched as Kikumaru climbed onto Oishi's lap. He saw the second their lips met and couldn't help but imagine Fuji's lips against his own and their tongues colliding. Tezuka's tongue licked his lips for any remaining trace of Fuji. From the corner of his eye, he saw Fuji look at him before he mimicked Tezuka's actions. When Tezuka saw Fuji do that, his heart began beating faster and he became slightly nervous yet found he had to hold back a smirk.
It was rather hard to concentrate when thoughts of Fuji doing dirty things to him kept going through Tezuka's mind.
After the game of Truth or Dare, the other members of the Seigaku tennis team sat around talking about their past, and Tezuka was lost in his own world where he was the best tennis player around. In the daydream, Fuji decided to reward Tezuka for doing so well. The Seigaku genius managed to convince Tezuka to go to the pool where they ended up doing things Tezuka didn't know were physically possible.
He was stirred out of his daydream by Kikumaru, who was looking at him with concern. "Tezuka, are you okay? You look like you usually do except your face is all red."
Flustered, Tezuka uncrossed his arms as he muttered, "I'm fine."
Many more moments (or was it hours?) of sitting around and talking took place and when everyone started to leave, Tezuka was slightly happy.
When Fuji stood up, so did Tezuka. The captain murmured his goodbyes to everyone before leaving Kikumaru's house.
He hovered around outside for no real reason. It was nice outside, although late. Tezuka didn't have a curfew because he'd never been a bad kid growing up.
As he crossed the street, Tezuka looked behind him and saw Fuji finally leaving Kikumaru's house. An odd sort of half-smile came over Tezuka's face and he cleared his throat in an attempt to get Fuji's attention. It worked, and Fuji jogged over to him with his usual grin on his face.
"What a night. You seemed pretty out of it," Fuji commented, starting to walk down the sidewalk.
Tezuka followed along side of him, walking at a slow pace. "Yes, I was," the captain said quietly.
The two friends ended up at a playground where Fuji played on the jungle gym and Tezuka watched in amusement.
Eventually they ended up sitting on the swings talking about everything and nothing at all, as they often did.
Then, as the moon shone in a particularly nice way, Fuji leaned over and grabbed the chains to Tezuka's swing that had been swinging back and forth. Tezuka curiously looked over at Fuji.
The night air caused the messy brown hair on Tezuka's head to blow into his face. Almost as if on instinct, Fuji's free hand reached out and brushed the hair away. Tezuka feigned indifference, his arms folded neatly in his lap. He found the whole situation slightly awkward.
With one hand still on the chain to Tezuka's swing, Fuji's hand fell from Tezuka's face and down to his chin. He tilted it upwards and waited until Tezuka looked him straight in the eyes before Fuji leaned over and pressed his lips against the other boy's.
The kiss was like the one at Kikumaru's party; again, Tezuka didn't bother to kiss back.
When Fuji pulled away, letting his hand fall away from Tezuka's chin, Tezuka realized that no one had dared Fuji to do that; he did it because he wanted to.
... Well, Tezuka wanted to kiss Fuji.
So, without thinking, Tezuka grabbed Fuji's shirt by the collar and pressed his lips hard against the other's.
Fuji was shocked and couldn't help but smile against the kiss, running his hand through Tezuka's hair. The captain sure had his moments where he could do something completely unexpected.
The messy kisses continued for several minutes, never using their tongues.
Kissing Tezuka gently, Fuji was met with a hard kiss from Tezuka in return. He liked how their kisses were so different, and he definitely enjoyed the hard kisses that made him feel as though he were walking in the clouds, soaring a million miles in the air.
Breaking apart from Tezuka for air, Fuji ruffled the other's hair with a grin. He checked the time; it was nearly midnight.
"Do you want to spend the night at my house?" Fuji asked breathlessly, removing his hand from the chain of Tezuka's swing to discover his hand had been indented by the chain.
His parents and grandfather wouldn't mind, so Tezuka nodded, feeling weak and breathless from those kisses. "All right."
They got up from their swings and as they started walking, Fuji took Tezuka's hand and laced their fingers and Tezuka blushed, clinging to Fuji's hand because it felt nice. Not that he'd ever do that in public during the day. Definitely not.
He wondered what they'd do when back at Fuji's house and Tezuka blushed as he remembered the daydream he had involving a swimming pool earlier. What if they did that? Tezuka was relieved when he remembered Fuji didn't have a pool.