"Are you sure you don't want me in there?" Tezuka asked Fuji for the 3rd time.
They were inside his car, parked just one block from Leanne's house, where Fuji was supposed to meet her. Alone. Yet given the present circumstances, Tezuka thought it would be best to at least show himself to his ex-girlfriend.
"I'll be fine." Fuji assured him.
The spectacled man looked at him carefully, still doubtful about his decision to go alone.
"You know…she can really be annoying sometimes. I mean, it 's her job to be curious about things. And I'm sure she's prepared tons of questions for you. I just want – "
Fuji silenced him with a kiss on the lips.
"I told you I'll be fine. You might have been his boyfriend for like…3? 4 months? But I've been working with her for almost 3 years now. I can handle this." Fuji said.
Tezuka sighed.
"You might be right. But I'm afraid I'm not as certain as you are."
Fuji rolled his eyes.
Why is this man so hard-headed?
"Syusuke.."
"What now?"
Tezuka eyed him closely, carefully weighing the effect of what he was about to say.
"You're …beautiful.." he said.
The tensai raised a brow and smiled.
"Ok…uhm…thanks.."
Tezuka groaned and slammed his head back on the driver's leanboard.
"It wasn't a compliment , you know."
Fuji slightly frowned.
"Well it sounded like that to me."
Silence.
Tezuka sighed and faced the other guy.
"What I mean is…you are 'painfully' beautiful." he said, fighting back Fuji's blue eyes that pierced him directly.
"Oh.." Fuji muttered with a slightly nervous smile. "Now that sounds…..pretty…flirty."
Tezuka leaned closer, trapping Fuji on his seat.
"You don't get it, do you?"
Fuji's smile widened with innocence, and as if by instinct, Tezuka had his eyes shut as he marveled on the fact that they're currently inside his car, which was an utterly uncomfortable place to do what his hormones was trying to tell him.
"You shouldn't smile a lot." Tezuka muttered in slight desperation.
"And why would I do that?" the tensai asked way too seductively, for Tezuka's keen sense to miss. Although in reality, Fuji didn't intend to sound seductive.
Well it's not his fault to be born with the natural talent in seduction, is it?
Hoping that Fuji's sane enough to push him away, Tezuka claimed the tensai's lips in a mind-blowing kiss, unmindful of everything around him, Hell, he wouldn't even care if they'll do this in front of a crowd. Right now, all that muttered was Fuji's soft, sweet lips, which unfortunately was responding to his kisses with equal ardor.
Feeling the need to breath, Fuji reluctantly pushed Tezuka an inch away from him.
"One second please." he panted as he unlocked his seatbelt that refrained him from moving a lot. He then pushed Tezuka back to his own seat, so that he was now completely in control.
"This is quite uncomfortable." Tezuka manage to comment, referring to the awkward position that they have, with him, completely pinned down on his place, and Fuji sitting on his lap.
"Does it matter?" the tensai asked with a smile.
"Not at all." Tezuka said before he held Fuji's nape and pulled him down to another seering kiss.
Tezuka had never been used to losing his cool in such mild seduction from somebody. Such was the same case when he was still in college, where majority of the population are women, who were more than willing to throw themselves at him. Their eagerness was just not enough to make him give away his precious virginity. He values self-preservation most, and giving in to lust was plain unacceptable.
Yet here he was, a hundred percent awake, eagerly succumbing to his own bodily desire, and completely erasing the mighty 'self-preservation' word in his vocabulary. Never mind the fact that he was doing this with another guy. The old Tezuka would've surely felt like an idiot now.
"Oh god.." Fuji gasped as he once again broke the kiss to get some air. "You're driving me insane, Kunimitsu Tezuka." he continued as he leaned down closer for another kiss.
This time, it was Tezuka's time to break the kiss. But it was acceptable to Fuji since the taller guy found his neck rather more interesting. Tezuka trailed kisses down Fuji's collarbone, savoring the sweet scent and soft feel of the tensai's skin. He let his right hand move down to Fuji's leg.
"Shirts off." he whispered.
If it was in some other circumstances, Fuji would've taken some reasonable amount of time to oblige. But right now was an all too different story. He was so turned on, and the fact that he could feel Tezuka's hardening manhood pressed against his wasn't giving him so much help. Not at all.
"Take me." Fuji muttered after he threw his shirt on the backseat.
They stared another long passionate kiss before Tezuka pulled back and reigned kisses on Fuji's chest. He brought his right hand to Fuji's abdomen, and then down to his navel, eventually unzipping Fuji's pants.
"No teasing.." he said in between moans as Tezuka's unoccupied hand rubbed against his nipple.
"Just a little bit more." Tezuka replied as he started to caress Fuji's erection on his hand.
Fuji groaned and slammed his head on the hollow between Tezuka's shoulder and neck.
"Dammit!" he whispered, biting his lip to prevent himself from crying out for more. The feel of Tezuka's touches against his skin was enough to set his senses on fire, and now that same experienced hand was teasing and pumping his cock, made him so sure that it wouldn't take too much time for him to reach his climax.
"You're unfair." Fuji said breathlessly as he expertly undid the buttons of Tezuka's shirt. He wasted no time to explore the expanse of skin in front of him, and started to touch and feel Tezuka's upper body. Surely, Tezuka has been so athletic, judging from the well-toned muscles on his trunks and arms. He kept his lips busy by nibbling and sucking Tezuka's left earlobe.
"Syusuke.." Tezuka moaned.
"Do it." Fuji whispered in between breaths as he reached down and unbuckled Tezuka's trousers, intentionally brushing his hands on the taller guy's erection.
Tezuka cupped Fuji's face on his hands and pulled him down into a more demanding kiss. He didn't care if he was being rough. He just wanted him so badly, right now, there on top of him. And he knew the feeling's mutual.
They savored the taste of each other's touches, feeling so lost in the heat that was blowing away all their coherent thoughts and fueling their wanton desires that has long been out of control. They were so lost, so incoherent, so drugged with their own taste of lust…..and then…
BEEP..
BEEP..
BEEP..
"Hold on." Tezuka managed to say as he reached out for his phone on his left pocket.
Fuji groaned in disapproval and bit his neck.
"H-hai.." Tezuka said, trying his best to sound formal to whoever it was on the other line.
"It's either you bring him up now, or I'll drag you both out of your car. You choose."
Tezuka stiffened upon hearing the voice from the other line. Fuji, of course, didn't miss it. He eyed the spectacled man in confusion.
"I…we're not yet-"
"Oh please!" Leanne blurted. "If you plan to lie about you, being caught in the traffic, then might as well park your silver Nissan somewhere else, where I can't see it." she finished.
Tezuka swallowed.
"Fine."
"5 minutes."
And the line went dead.
"What?" Fuji snapped feeling confused and annoyed all at the same time.
Who wouldn't be? He was all too horny and hot, and craving to be touched by Tezuka's warm hands, yet there was the mighty novelist, suddenly dazed just with a single phonecall.
"Please…not now…I need you inside me.." Fuji whispered as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on Tezuka's.
He moaned when the taller guy claimed his lips in a slow, loving kiss. But what he thought was a continuation of where they left off was once again broken, when Tezuka pushed him lightly.
"Leanne wants to see you now."
Fuji gaped.
"She recognized my car."
The tensai nodded and sighed. Leanne. Right. How could he ever forget his business with her? He slowly get off the other guy and grabbed his discarded shirt from the backseat.
"I really hate this." Fuji mumbled while putting his shirt on. He tossed Tezuka's shirt back to the man before grabbing his briefcase to double check the documents that Leanne needed.
"I'm sorry." Tezuka muttered.
Fuji looked at him and smiled.
"We have all the time later."
"Right." Tezuka agreed.
They shared one more kiss before Fuji headed out to meet his editor.
"A solid 10 minute delay on my scheduled appointments today. Great!" Leanne said sarcastically. "And just when I thought that you wouldn't be showing up...well, here you are. Did you really think- "
Leanne stopped talking and looked at Fuji . "Why don't you settle down first." she said in command as she noticed how the blue-eyed boy simply stood across where she was seated.
Fuji shifted uncomfortably but preferred to stay standing. He instead placed his suitcase on the table in front of Leanne.
"What? Is there something wrong with the couch?" Leanne asked in full sarcasm.
Fuji cleared his throat.
"I...need to use the bathroom." he said.
His editor eyed him suspiciously. And that made him all the more uncomfortable. Leanne looked at him in confusion until her eyes were drawn to the bulge between Fuji's legs.
Leanne gaped, unable to say whatever was on her mind.
"Go ahead." she said, diverting her look to nothing specific, and trying to hide the blush that slowly crept on her face.
Author's note:
GOMEN NASAI!
Tezuka-sama no gomen!
I was having second thoughts on trying to write something smutty! (I'm obviously not good in this!) *sobs*
Why did I even think about it.
(but it's not like I regret writing it. *sobs*)
Reviews are highly appreciated!