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Waterfalls
The four trainees worked on several exercises throughout the day using the lead rackets. Finally, by late afternoon, they were used to the extra weight. They were finally swinging like they were using their old rackets.
"We have done some research, and watched several videos of your individualized techniques," Tezuka said from his spot next to Ryoma on the side of the dirt court. "We would like to see you show them using these rackets."
The boys, especially Sou, were so ready for this. They had been secretly waiting to showcase their moves to the tennis prodigy pair since they first heard a pro was coming to scout them.
"I'll go first!" Sou said excitedly. He was sure that he could impress his heartless trainer now that he was granted permission to actually show-off.
Sou had two particularly strong moves…the first was an incredible disappearing serve, not only was it done with a difficult rotation…but it was also incredibly fast. Tezuka positioned himself across from Sou, and got ready to receive.
"Can you even still play tennis Tezuka-sensei?" Sou said as he started to bounce the neon ball into the dirt. Tezuka remained calm at the remark, but Ryoma couldn't help but laugh.
"Today will not be the day you find that out…today I am simply a stand in so Echizen can see what he needs to see in order to help you with your techniques," the tall surgeon replied. He hadn't really been on the receiving end of the strong-willed boy's mouth before…and now that he was…he understood Ryoma's frustration.
"Not like you could hit it anyway…so I suppose it doesn't matter…" Sou replied then he hurled the ball high in the air. Ryoma carefully watched the smartass's form…paying close attention to the execution with the heavier racket. In the same millisecond, he looked to Tezuka…quietly laughing at the irritation on the man's face from the snide remark…and nodded his head, letting his ex-captain know it was fine if he showed off a little. Tezuka just smiled back.
It was a good serve. The speed was high-level, as was the spin on the ball; however, Tezuka returned it easily.
"Seriously?!" Sou exclaimed in disbelief. He would have expected Echizen-sensei to return his Suisei (comet) serve…but Tezuka-sensei too. He was frustrated. Was he really not good enough? Was this all he was capable of?
"Did you get what you needed Echizen?" Tezuka asked.
"Mm," Ryoma nodded. He then made his way quietly over to Sou.
"These rackets, since they are heavier, will make the small nuances in your techniques show more clearly. These seemingly miniscule things are actually holding back the full potential of the moves you are using," Tezuka explained to the others while Ryoma conversed with the obstinate player across from him, "Echizen plans to help you improve them all by watching carefully, then correcting your form and execution."
By the time they were finished observing and correcting each of the young men's special plays…it was sunset. "Now I want you to play as much as possible till dark, remember everything we spoke of…get used to the bumps and groves in the court ground…because tomorrow we will be playing actual matches…once you are finished go back down the cliff and eat and rest," Ryoma instructed as he and Tezuka retreated back down the hill.
The two men prepared the boys dinner and gathered water. They climbed down the cliff and left everything near each boy's sleeping bag. Then they fixed and ate dinner for themselves.
"You can shower first Mitsu," Ryoma said quietly…still barely believing that calling Tezuka by that name freely would bring him so much happiness.
"Alright," Tezuka answered. Then he walked up behind the smaller man who was still sitting at the table going over the information they had previously gathered on the boys. For someone who used to be so uninterested in others, Ryoma was really taking helping these kids very seriously. He brushed away a few long black strands of hair that had fell free from Ryoma's braid, and gently placed his lips against the cat-eyed man's neck.
Ryoma let a barely audible hum escape him as Tezkua lightly kissed the area, but kept his focus on the information in front of him. He listened as the older man finally disappeared into the bathroom.
After his shower, Tezuka expected to find Ryoma still diligently analyzing the player's information at the table, but when he entered the open space…all was quiet. The papers were left spread haphazardly over the table top, and the chair Ryoma was occupying was now empty and pushed away.
Tezuka let his eyes roam over the rest of the small cabin, but even through the darkness he could see that Ryoma was nowhere inside.
Throwing on a plain white t-shirt, Tezuka left in search of the younger man. He headed back behind the cabin and followed a small path into the woods. After following for several minutes, the sound of rushing water filled his ears.
He continued on until he came to a wide clearing. The sight he was faced with nearly stopped his heart. Ryoma was standing in front a large waterfall…on a large rock that protruded out of the pond-like area leading to the rivers continuation.
The moonlight was washing over his smaller frame eloquently. He looked beautiful…his feet were bare against the deep ebony color of the wet stone…his black shorts brushed against his knees in the wind created by the rushing water and reflected the pale light from above…his white shirt was damp from the sparkling mist surrounding him, and it practically glowed under the moon…his hair swayed gently, glints of green dancing with the subtle movement…and his eyes, those deep golden eyes, focused on the drops of water rolling down his out-stretched hand.
Tezuka slipped off his shoes and placed them next to Ryoma's on the edge of the water. He quietly made his way towards the god-like figure. His heart was pounding in his chest…just that morning…this stunning man had agreed to give him a month…it had made him happier than he had been in years, and this mystical sight just caused his love to deepen even further; although, the sight was worrying as well. What was the golden-eyed prodigy thinking of, with that expressionless face, what was going through his beautiful mind?
"What are you thinking about…all the way out here?" Tezuka said. He walked in front of Ryoma's moonlit figure and looked up to where he stood on the large rock.
"You," Ryoma replied with his usual simplicity.
"I'm not sure if I should be happy…or worried to hear you say that," the taller man said still staring up.
"Both…probably," Ryoma answered, finally looking down at the face that had been running through his heart and mind the entire time he was out there. Tezuka looked amazing. The misty water behind him, caused his soft brown hair to wave…and his gorgeous caramel coated eyes were glowing in the light…and those eyes were staring directly at him. He loved him…so…so much…it hurt so bad to know that he had no control over his own heart.
Tezuka wrapped his strong arms around Ryoma's waist, his head level with the smaller man's toned abdomen. He pressed his cool lips to the damp fabric just below Ryoma's navel, "is that so…" he said moving his lips against the fabric.
Ryoma shuddered at the small contact. He threaded his fingers into Tezuka's now dampening hair, "mmmm…quit it Mitsu…I'm not gonna chance those brats seeing me like this…" he cooed as Tezuka's large hands traveled up his back beneath his cold shirt.
"I'm not gonna chance it either…" Tezuka answered huskily. He gripped Ryoma's thighs and brought the younger man down from the rock and into his larger body. Ryoma instinctively wrapped his legs around Tezuka's waist and held on.
The taller man stepped backwards, bringing them both under the falling water…they entered the shielded area behind the falls and stopped when Tezuka's back hit the smooth rocks of the cliff wall. Without giving Ryoma the chance to complain about their now drenched bodies, Tezuka pressed their lips together in heated passion.
Their tongues danced in sync, and urgent hands began to explore. Tired of the obstruction, Tezuka ripped open the front of Ryoma's soaked shirt and peeled it off him.
"Ahh," Ryoma moaned out as Tezuka's teeth bit softly against the curvature of his neck. His body was screaming for the man in front of him, and he could deny it no longer. Repeating Tezuka's hasty actions, he too ripped open the older male's t-shirt and freed him of it. His tentative fingers roamed the exposed plane of Tezuka's broad chest and his body rocked with each new assault by those cool lips.
Gripping Ryoma's thighs, Tezuka moved the small figure and laid him back against a slick wet rock on the side of the cavern. He ran his tongue slowly over the wet chest beneath him, stopping quickly to tease one of the soft pink nubs. Ryoma's moans of pleasure encouraged him…excited him…and when those small hands gripped hard into his broad shoulders…he too let out a growl of approval.
"Mit—Mitsu…wa—wait…" Ryoma breathlessly tried.
"Gomen," Tezuka replied softly, trailing gentle kisses over the smaller man's six pack, "I can't hold back anymore…"
Those words made Ryoma's heart combust into flames. It was true, he couldn't hold back any longer either…for years he had yearned for this moment, and now he only had a month to indulge in his dreams; but the pure need that laced Tezuka's heavy voice had a whole new fire burning within him.
"Nnnnn…Mitsu…" Ryoma breathed, "Ah!" he moaned louder when Tezuka's teeth dug into his hip bone, and those warm hands began removing his shorts and boxers. The wet stone beneath him was now the only thing keeping his body cool enough to deal with…he was swimming in unguarded pleasure.
When he finally felt that perfect hot tongue graze the head of his weeping erection, he lost it…moaning out loudly and arching his back. His hands found their way back into those wet strands and he gripped hard.
Tezuka watched the young prodigy writhe beneath him with care. It had been so long, and this was a sight he was sure he would never tire of. He licked, from base to tip and back again, savoring the taste of his lover fully before wrapping his lips around the rock hard organ and bobbing up and down slowly.
"Oh God! Mitsu!" Ryoma cried out. He wrapped one leg over Tezuka's strong shoulder and drowned himself in the feeling of that hot mouth.
The taller man took full advantage of the new position and swallowed more of Ryoma's burning erection. He ran his fingers over the base…and coated them with his own thick saliva…slowly he pushed one finger into the tennis star's twitching hole. Once he had adjusted, Tezuka moved his finger in time with his oral ministrations, eliciting loud moans from his lover.
Ryoma was practically in heaven…or hell…or wherever it was that this pleasure took him…his ex-captain soon added another finger…then another…stretching him…preparing him, and when he was loose enough, the man curled those digits inside him finding the bundle of nerves he was searching for and sending Ryoma over the edge.
"Mitsu!" the lithe man came, spilling salty liquid down Tezuka's awaiting throat. His small body heaved and wracked below him as Tezuka released the head with a quick pop. He pulled Ryoma's exhausted frame off the rock and back into his arms. Stepping out of his own shorts, Tezuka moved back and placed his own heated skin against the cold back wall.
Ryoma collapsed onto Tezuka's large frame. He rested his head against the man's shoulder and placed his sweaty palms against the cool rock on either side of Tezuka's head. His breathing was uneven, and his body was still trembling in the after-glow. The older prodigy's large hot hands melted perfectly into the skin of his thighs where he was being held in place.
Tezuka adjusted his body, "nnnnugh,' he moaned out softly when he felt the older man's erection press lightly into him.
"Please," Ryoma shamelessly begged against Tezuka's hot neck, "don't make me wait any longer…"
Those words were the last straw. Quickly Tezuka, slipped his arms beneath Ryoma's knees tucking them in at his elbows, his hands gripping the man's thick hips…his large fingers splaying across his round ass. He pushed himself in…and moaned along with his smaller partner as the heat encased him. He reacted with speed when Ryoma threw back his head and arched at the sensation, catching him by placing one hand in the center of the pro's toned back.
He watched carefully, stilling himself so Ryoma could adjust to the much larger intrusion, as the long, wet black hair fell away from his delicate face fully. Those golden eyes he loved so much were hidden behind closed eye-lids…his long eyelashes flush against his pink-tinged cheeks.
Once adjusted, Ryoma moved his hands away from the rock and gripped Tezuka's shoulders once more… he brought his forehead down to lay against the older man's and nodded slightly. Tezuka began pounding his thick cock into him…immediately finding his prostate.
Ryoma moaned out sweetly and ran his small hands over the soft skin of Tezuka's upper body. Those soft fingers roamed over Tezuka's shoulders, gliding up his neck and landing on his cheeks…thumbs pulled gently beneath his caramel eyes as hot lips came crashing down on to his. Ryoma's desire-dripped moans echoed inside the older man's mouth as his dick slid in and out of the slim frame repeatedly…the thick sounds of skin hitting skin drowned out by the ever-present noise of the rushing water behind them.
Ryoma felt each thrust through his whole being. He couldn't begin to contain the embarrassing sounds being pushed free from the back of his throat with each forward force. This was so right…and yet so wrong. He felt complete, with Tezuka pulling his own hips down onto that pulsing member of his.
He knew if he thought about his position with his legs resting against the older man's sculpted arms, his body being held up easily with one of those large hands in the curvature of his spine and the other gripping his opposite hip in a tantalizing manner…his pride would be all but shattered; however, every thrust, every gentle caress by his lover on the heated skin of this back…had him falling deeper and seeing blasts of white.
Tongues fought fiercer than before, and passion clawed its way out of both men as their movements became faster…more urgent…more intense. Both were teetering on the edge of bliss…breathing out their names to each other between long kisses.
They could not walk away from this, there was no possible way…that much became clear to the men as their bodies molded perfectly in to one another. Love was too simple a word…what was lingering between them was so much more…
Passion…desire…lust…hope…anguish…heartbreak…joy…fe ar…trust…jealousy…fate…destiny…
And then finally…under all that…was a cosmic love…one that was coveted by the gods themselves…
One month…was not even needed…because a lifetime was what they were both searching for.
Both men erupted as that same emotion passed through their hearts…they moaned out desperately…riding out their orgasms together.
Tezuka slid his large frame down the wet rock, landing in the cold water with Ryoma clinging to his chest. The water sloshed against Ryoma's back and Tezuka's midsection, bringing their fire stained skin relief. Ryoma's smaller body was straddling Tezuka's larger one…after a moment, he revealed his lust filled golden eyes to the man before him. Even through his own ebbed passion, Tezuka's breath caught in his throat…the moonlight that was flooding the small cave seemed to be drawn to Ryoma…lighting up his frame…and making the mist twinkle around him.
"Aishiteru," Ryoma whispered softly, "so much that it hurts…"