"And you're a...natural flirt." - Tezuka
2 and a half hours later...
Fuji stared at his intern straight. Yes. Tezuka's too handsome for his own good. But right now, his student's beauty was the last thing in his mind as he started processing all the information he has just been confronted. His smart brain had it all arranged in perfect chronology:
Tezuka is Genichirou Sanada's half brother.
Tezuka is mandated by the Sanada family to head to Finland ASAP to manage their new branch opening.
Tezuka is Keigo Atobe's ex-boyfriend (Fuji knew Atobe, but he really never gave a closer look on the business tycoon's personal life)
Tezuka and Yukimura knew each other.
"It's...difficult to process, I understand that," Tezuka muttered, noticing how his sempai kept on staring at him, apparently seeing an all new person in front.
Fuji got the will to blink several times after a few seconds. Indeed it was too much. He knew Tezuka was something. But definitely not this kind of prominent, well-connected individual with a complicated past and who was being too unbearably honest in telling him all of these personal things. Did Tezuka really think Fuji won't jump on this revelation and publish a story about it?
"I...don't know what to say."
Tezuka released a sigh. "I'm sorry."
They savored more moments of silence before Fuji broke it by clearing his throat. "So...you're leaving for Finland next week."
"Perhaps."
"That...well, congratulations, I guess." Fuji thought it was lame. He sounded like someone who wasn't at all happy about what he learned. But of course he could always blame it on the recent fall out he had with his boyfriend, right?
"If I can, I'd prefer to stay for the rest of my internship but-"
"No, it's fine. Your family needs you and...you belong there."
Tezuka sighed. "I meant what I said...about wanting you. It hasn't changed."
"Tezuka...please, can we get over this?" Fuji was aware that he was literally begging the words out of his mouth. He was tired - no, exhausted after all the roller-coaster emotions he had for the day. If this goes on, his brain's going to shut down its self-control and just act on pure instinct, which of course, was never a good idea. "I can't. I've had enough of-"
Then the doorbell rang.
Fuji frowned, having all the idea of who it was. He excused himself and half-opened the door, glaring daggers at Shiraishi's idiotic face. "What are you doing here?" he said in a low growl, trying to not raise his anger.
"Syusuke...I can't wait. We have to talk about this now, and work on fix-"
"Do you hear what you're saying? Fix? You want me to participate in fixing something you intentionally broke?" He was already raising his voice and he knew Tezuka could easily hear them if he decides to listen. So what? It's his student's fault for barging in suddenly on private properties without notice.
"Syusuke...I...I can't lose you. I don't know what I have to do just to bring you back, but please...please babe...I love you."
Fuji snickered, his anger slowly ebbing and was replaced by the painful realization that yes, despite what happened, he loves his boyfriend too. In fact, with their mutual feelings for each other, the Yukimura issue shouldn't be enough of a reason for them to break up.
But Fuji soon realized, as he looked at Shiraishi in the eyes, that the real matter is more than just his boyfriend's one night stand.
"You love me, I know that...But Shiraishi...you love him too."
Fuji sounded broken, and the kind veterinarian knew immediately that it was all wrong. He never wanted this. He shook his head and opened his mouth to revoke what his boyfriend said. Strangely, he couldn't find the voice to say anything.
Fuji released a strained sigh. "See?"
Eavesdropping is a bad thing.
It's unethical, and a total breach of privacy.
Tezuka never eavesdrop intentionally.
Yet there he was, leaning against the partition wall, close enough so he could here the exchange between his mentor and another guy who was obviously his boyfriend. From what he could make out of their conversation, it's apparent how the other party somehow cheated. And now he's asking for an apology.
Tezuka massaged the bridge of his nose. He was on a very, very bad timing.
Had he known anything of this, he would've dropped the idea of visiting and telling the blue-eyed journalist everything about him. This sudden turn of events immediately makes him an insensitive trespasser. He heard the Shiraishi guy begging but Fuji shunned him away by banging the door close. His mentor walked back and saw him.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry,"
Fuji just gave him a nod as he headed towards the kitchen. Tezuka heard the faucet being turned on, followed by the rush of water. He was internally debating whether or not he should start a conversation or just leave and give his senior some space. Fuji answered for him, emerging from the kitchen. He was gently dabbing his face with a white towel, and had his beautiful blue eyes staring straight at his student.
"Stay here for the night. Unless you want to go rain bathing."
"Right...ugh...where's the guest room?"
Fuji motioned him to follow, which he did, only to end up frowning once they entered the sole bedroom at the second floor. The blue-eyed boy noticed his reaction so he answered the unspoken question.
"I don't have any guest room. Just my room."
"Oh..."
"And you're technically a VIP so I can't have you sleeping on the couch downstairs, so...let's cuddle."
Tezuka wasn't sure if Fuji was trying to make a joke or was teasing him. His mentor's face was devoid of any emotions, and his voice, unusually cold. "Ugh..."
"Rest assured that I don't have any qualms of getting laid by a student. My student," Fuji said, raising a brow at Tezuka's confused face.
"Fuji sem-"
"So if you leave to Finland that would mean that you'll be gone for what? A year?"
Tezuka turned and faced Fuji who was already facing him. "So we're still talking about me?"
"I'm the one asking questions. Don't expect me to shut up after all the information you just shared. FYI, these are on the record."
Tezuka looked amused. "And inviting me in your room is just a ploy to make sure you get more details for an article."
Fuji shrugged. "There's no rule in our Journalism code of ethics that you can't do interviews in the bedroom."
The normally stoic college student gave a small smile. "Right."
"So?"
"So what's the question?"
"How long will you be gone?"
"I can't say," Tezuka muttered. His eyes traced Fuji's facial features, fully aware of their convenient proximity. If he decides to step closer and hold him, he knew he can easily take the upper hand. His eyes landed on his mentor's lips.
"Tezuka, I know exactly what you're thinking, and no. We can't kiss."
"I didn't say anything," Tezuka said, feigning a look of disinterest as he brought his eyes back to stare at Fuji's blue orbs.
"You're so easy to read."
"And you're a...natural flirt."
Fuji rolled his eyes. "Look who's talking."
A welcome silence passed between them before Fuji broke it off with a sharp sigh. He headed for his wooden cabinet, rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a navy-blue sweatshirt.
"Here, that's pretty much I can offer."
Tezuka took the clothing and muttered a short thanks. He didn't wait and pulled his damp shirt off. This time, Fuji didn't mind looking. He allowed his eyes to enjoy the younger guy's deliberate strip tease. He was right. Tezuka is athletic. The perfect contours of his back, his shoulders...even his neck looked...wait...Fuji frowned at the small tattoo on his intern's nape. It looked familiar. He was so sure he'd seen it in the past.
Before he could ponder on the thought however, Tezuka had already put on the shirt, covering the mark in an instant.
"It fits," Tezuka commented, spreading his arms to examine himself.
Fuji gave him a quick elevator glance. Hot. "I'm not sure about you, but I need to get some sleep." And without waiting for any reply he hit the bed, immediately pulling the covers against him. He stared back at his student. "Don't do anything stupid."
Tezuka nodded. "I'll behave."
Fuji responded by moving at the left part of the bed, giving ample of space for Tezuka to lie down, which his student did after a full minute.
He shut his eyes tight.
'Focus on sleeping Syusuke. Not on the body beside you,' he thought to himself.
2 hours after...
Fuji gave up sleeping. "I can't sleep."
Tezuka turned and faced him. "Same."
"This won't work. I'll take on the couch downstairs. You stay here."
"No, I think I'll-"
"Stay here, Kunimitsu," Fuji said, his tone final.
Tezuka however, would have none of it. The stoic intern stood up from his bed. "I believe the rain's over. I'll go home." He turned on the bedside lamp and grabbed his still damp shirt from the nearby chair. Fuji was quick on his feet.
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah."
"Hold on," Fuji frowned at him. "It's almost midnight. I can't have you going out without an escort."
"I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself."
"NO." Fuji dismissed.
Tezuka sighed at his sempai's stubborn reaction so he decided to tease him a little. "I don't think I can sleep without a good night kiss."
"Don't be an idiot."
Tezuka just shrugged as he headed for the door.
Fuji groaned in annoyance as he stepped out of his bed and blocked Tezuka's passage before he can pull the knob open. "You're not leaving."
"Only if we kiss."
The blue-eyed mentor gaped at him. "Are you on drugs?"
Tezuka just shook his head and stayed glued at his position. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Fuji heaved an exhausted sigh. "All right. But listen-" His words were cut off when Tezuka gave him a smack.
"You, idiot..." Fuji cursed once he recovered from his initial surprise. "How many times do I have to-" but then Tezuka gave him another kiss, a lingering one this time. When they pulled away Fuji gave his intern a look in disbelief.
"I know you just fought with your boyfriend but...I really don't care."
"You are an unbelievable, insensitive, little demon, Kunimitsu Tezuka."
Tezuka shrugged. "Perhaps. But I know how to kiss. And I think that's what matters."
The rise of blush on Fuji's face was instant. Since when did he allow himself to be verbally harassed this way? More importantly, since when did he start getting so affected with his intern's teasing? He likes Tezuka's looks, but he made sure the attraction remained physical. Apparently, the little demon's random playfulness has started to affect him emotionally as well. Not good.
Definitely not good given the fact that Fuji's technically on a fall out with his boyfriend and his mind reeling with plans on how to get his revenge in the most spectacular manner possible. Having Tezuka in front of him who was practically throwing himself for sex isn't helping. Not to Fuji's mentality and most definitely not to his physical urges. Come to think of it. He's been celibate for over a week. That's record breaking!
But setting the record aside, that also meant he's in need for physical gratification which can't be given by his boyfriend as of the moment. And there was Tezuka, volunteering himself to be the alternative. Should Fuji refuse? Of course.
But his hands said otherwise as they found the buttons of his own shirt, slowly taking them off. "You'll regret this," Fuji muttered, his fingers taking off the last button on his long-sleeve shirt.
Tezuka followed the trail of his mentor's hands, treating himself slowly to the expanse of skin being revealed button after button. "No...I don't think so."
Fuji's expression hardened. "Then what are you waiting for? Strip."
SY: Gosh...TEFU...stop strip teasing in front of me...at least not when I'm writing...you have no idea how your bare bodies make it difficult to write straight English without lapsing to fangirl language every now and then. Good thing I have Grammarly on Chrome extension for auto correct!
Fuji: Did you just complain? Because we're just getting started.
Me: *looks at him with blank expression*I know. You just ordered Tezuka to strip.
Fuji: *puts on his lovely, innocent smile*
Me: I need a break.*starts to walk away*
Fuji: Hurry! I need him in-"
Me: You will have him, dammit! *stomps away while wiping my nosebleed*
Jeez seriously...