Chapter 12

Tezuka collapsed on top of his bed with a sigh, his face pressed up against the pillow. He was extremely frustrated with himself. Frustrated that he was still not able to say it to the tensai.

He turned onto his back on the bed and draped his arm tiredly over his forehead as he stared up into the ceiling. Why was it so difficult for him? He quietly scolded himself for being a coward. He had been trying to find the right time to say those words, yet, something either always interrupted them, or he would chicken out at the last minute.

And today was no exception.

He remembered those clear blue eyes looking up at him expectantly, and how those fair, smooth cheeks blushed a beautiful crimson red that was further accentuated by the orange hue in the sky.

Tezuka rubbed his face up and down with both of his hands, groaning. It wasn't that he didn't want to say it. He just had a problem with putting his feelings into words, given that he was what one would call socially inept. Unlike Fuji who could express his feelings so easily and with anyone around him, Tezuka had to put considerable thought into his actions before he is able to effectively convey his emotions to just a single person.

He turned onto his side and frowned. He knew that Fuji had been waiting for him, yet, he was still unable to bring himself to even just mouth those words. At the same time, he secretly envied Fuji for being able to express his feelings so openly.

Sighing, he closed his eyes. As much as he always brushed the tensai off whenever the boy said those embarrassing words, he never once disliked it.

Never.

Suddenly, he heard a loud ring tone from his phone. Opening his eyes and sitting up in bed, he reached his hand out to the small table beside him and answered the cell phone.

"Tezuka."

"Inui," he nodded into the receiver, completely serious again.

"I have fully organized the data I had compiled from this weekend's training."

"Aa. That's good. Let's go over that tomorrow sometime during lunch."

"Hm."

There was a slight pause.

"Tezuka."

"Yes, Inui?"

Another pause.

"Nevermind. I'll see you tomorrow."

There was a click before Tezuka held the phone away from his face and looked at it with a small frown.

That was certainly odd.


"Ne, Fuji, are you okay?" Kikumaru asked worriedly.

"I'm fine…….…." Fuji nearly droned, his head lying tiredly on the side of his face above the cold desk during break. His eyes were red with dark circles underneath, his face was slightly more pale than usual, and his lips were half parted with drool falling from the corner of his mouth.

If anything, Fuji did not look fine at all. He was a mess. He had barely slept at all last night thanks to his raging hormones and images of Tezuka popping up in his mind. That hand-holding yesterday after school had apparently been more than too much for him, and by the time he had gotten home, he had to quietly jerk off a couple of times in the bathroom before he was able to even get himself to calm down. And then, he spent the whole night tossing and turning, his mind constantly fantasizing about Tezuka moaning beneath him as he thrust into him and showered him with hungry kisses and touched every part of that hot, delicious body.

Fuji stared dazedly out into nothing despite the redhead leaning over to look straight into his face.

"Fuji?" Kikumaru frowned. He watched as the tensai stared back absent-minded. "Hello? Are you there?" He waved his hand as he closed in on that tired looking face.

Fuji blinked a couple of times as he found a pair of large, kitten eyes nearly at his nose. "Oh, Eiji, gomen." He slowly sat up straight.

"Fuji, did you sleep at all? You look so tired."

"Ah, soka," Fuji chuckled.

Kikumaru blinked at that smile which lacked the usual liveliness. "Ne, Fujiko, is there something wrong?"

Fuji shook his head. "I'm fine, Eiji. I just had trouble sleeping last night."

If only that blockhead hadn't made this stupid rule in the first place.

No, if only he himself hadn't come up with that dumb challenge to begin with. After all, he was clearly losing right now, and it was only Tuesday.

"Do you want me to get you water right now before class starts soon? We still have five minutes until break ends."

"It's all right, Eiji. Thank you though," Fuji smiled.

He needed to figure out something fast. If he doesn't come up with a plan to win this challenge early, he was going to become a fossil.

Fuji collapsed onto his desk again, banging his head. Why, why, why must Tezuka request moderation? Why couldn't he just let it be and fully enjoy being taken by him? After all, Fuji thought to himself, wasn't he keeping Tezuka satisfied?

Although, he admits that there were times he was probably pushing it and shouldn't have done what he did.

"Fuji, Tezuka Buchou's here!" Kikumaru shook the tensai by the shoulder.

Fuji stirred from his thoughts and immediately sat up to find the tall, bespectacled boy standing by the entrance to his classroom.

"Oh my gosh, isn't that the student council president?" A girl in the room whispered excitedly to her friend.

"It's Tezuka-san!"

"I can't believe he actually dropped by today!"

As a bunch of girls and even a few of the guys began chattering quietly amongst themselves about the rare appearance of the student council president in their classroom, Fuji quickly got up from his desk and scrambled to the door.

"Yes, Tezuka?" he asked, beaming expectantly.

Tezuka blinked at the tensai staring up at him with dark circles under his eyes. "Fuji, are you all right?"

"Why, what do you mean?" Fuji merely smiled back.

Tezuka paused for a second, not sure what to make of this, before replying, "I wanted to let you know that I have two meetings today during lunch, one with the student council and one with Inui, so I won't be able to eat lunch with you."

"Ah, soka," Fuji frowned, disappointed.

"Gomen, Fuji."

"Ne, it's okay," Fuji quickly reassured him as he noticed with secret joy the serious boy slightly soften his expression. "I understand you're busy."

Tezuka nodded. "Then I'll see you at practice."

As Tezuka turned to leave, Fuji quickly ran out of the classroom to catch up with him in the hallway.

"Yes, Fuji?" Tezuka stopped to turn around and face the tensai.

"Ne, Tezuka," Fuji motioned, whispering to him as the taller boy leaned down to hear better. "Regarding that challenge, how about we just call it a day and forget about it?"

Tezuka narrowed his eyes and looked straight into the tensai's face. "Fuji, we agreed on a week. No exceptions."

"But, Tezuka-"

"I said, no exceptions. Now, go back to class." He gently petted Fuji's head before turning around to walk down the hallway.

Fuji dropped his smile as a look of annoyance appeared on his face. And then, he opened his eyes to reveal dangerous blue orbs.

Fine. If Tezuka wanted him to take this seriously, then he'll take this seriously.


Tezuka blinked multiple times at the spectacle in front of him before turning to his left to look at his vice-president.

"Koizumi, what is the meaning of this?"

"Ah, Fuji here had requested to attend one of our meetings again. He said that he had a new extra-credit assignment to complete, and had asked me for permission."

Tezuka narrowed his eyes and turned to his right to find the tensai sitting next to him, smiling innocently at him. He turned back to his left.

"Why was I not informed of this?"

The vice-president frowned. "Why, Tezuka-san, Fuji had attended our meetings before in the past. I also recall that he is a good friend of yours. Therefore, I didn't think it was necessary to bother you with such a miscellaneous request."

Tezuka sighed, remembering the circumstances surrounding the last time Fuji attended his student council meetings.

In other words, Fuji was definitely up to no good today, and whatever involved the tensai was anything but miscellaneous.

Staying on his guard, Tezuka diverted his attention to the pile of papers in front of him. He picked up the agenda and proceeded with the meeting as everyone around the large table gave him their full attention.

"Then, we will now begin discussing the first topic on the agenda for today." He glanced at Fuji. "Please remember that whatever we discuss in this meeting is strictly confidential. Whatever you report for your assignment will only be for your teacher to see and no one else."

Fuji nodded. "I understand."

"Then, let's now all review the proposals some of the clubs had submitted for the interschool festival coming up next month."

Everyone around the table picked up the first copy of the proposal lying in front of them and quickly glanced over the content.

"As you all know, we are still in the early stages of planning for this festival, which will involve working with the other participating schools. However, it is important that we plan ahead of time and not get careless. Let's all go over this first proposal to have a sense of-"

Tezuka stopped mid-sentence. He swallowed as he felt a suspicious hand rub his right thigh.

Sighing in annoyance, he ignored the hand (which he was fully aware who it belonged to) and continued.

"…sense of what the school festival will look like. As you can see here, this proposal was submitted by the literacy club. The members have proposed that-"

Tezuka stopped briefly again as the hand now slowly traveled up his thigh and began rubbing his crotch. His eyes widened as playful fingers drew imaginary circles around his sensitive area.

Steadying his breathing, he continued, "the, the members have proposed that we have a literature theme at the festival where people get to dress up as their favorite characters-"

Tezuka felt the hand begin to unbutton his pants and slowly yet quietly pull down the zipper.

"-and parade in costume-"

He subtly eyed the tensai with a warning glance.

"-which they believe will draw more attention to-"

The hand was now tracing the thin boxer cloth protecting his skin before slipping a finger into the waistband.

"-their booths and help sell more items-"

The whole hand now slid into his underwear and pulled out his hard-on.

"-therefore, giving a more festive feel-"

This is not happening. This is not happening.

"-and becoming a more unique festival compared to previous years-Hai!"

Everyone jumped at the sudden yelp from the student council president.

Face blushing, Tezuka looked down as his fingers curled tightly around the edges of the piece of paper in his hands. He gritted his teeth as Fuji's hand began stroking him up and down at a steady rhythm beneath the table.

"Um, Tezuka-san?" his secretary frowned from across the table.

"Gomen." Tezuka cleared his throat. "As I was saying, the literature club, along with various others, believes that-"

Tezuka felt callous, cold fingers tickle the tender skin between his legs.

"-this year, we should make an extra effort to make this festival different from previous years-"

Fingernails gently scraped the delicate surface, nearly sending shivers down his spine.

"-especially since many students have complained that the festivals seem to always be the same year after year-"

Tezuka started to breathe heavier with each touch and stroke as a sweat drop trickled down the side of his face.

"-thus, many students, especially the seniors, have requested-"

He stealthily glared at the tensai smiling next to him with his so-called innocent smile.

"that we make this year's festival especially special."

"I agree with what the students voiced," one of the student council members, a boy with dark brunette hair, commented from across the table. "Every year is the same…"

As the other boy chattered away, Tezuka set the piece of paper down and slightly leaned against the table. Fuji's fingers continued to trail up and down his arousal, and he twitched quietly at the sensual touches teasing the foreskin. Narrowing his eyes, he subtly withdrew his right hand below the table and grabbed Fuji's thigh, squeezing tightly.

Fuji shook in surprise, and smiled even wider at the flushed bespectacled boy glaring angrily at him. Lips now in a mischievous grin, Fuji gripped the base of the hard flesh.

Tezuka's eyes flew wide open and he bumped against the table, releasing the tensai's leg to steady himself as he nearly fell forward in shock, his voice luckily caught in his throat.

"Tezuka-san, are you okay?" Koizumi asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," he replied in a hoarse voice, almost choking. He felt Fuji tighten his grip before finally loosening and begin stroking him once more.

As Tezuka struggled to pay attention to the boy speaking in front of him, his eyes started to glaze over. Trying to steady his vision and breathing, he trembled as Fuji began rubbing his long length with the palm of his hand.

Mouth slightly ajar, Tezuka panted quietly, his throat now dry, as he tried to resist the tempting sensation teasing him from down below. He couldn't believe Fuji would resort to this – jacking him off in the middle of his student council meeting, and in front of all his peers. He will not let himself succumb to such humiliating treatment!

"Tezuka-san, are you sure you're all right?" the vice-president reached out and lightly touched the bespectacled boy's shoulder.

"I'm fine!" Tezuka snapped as he flinched at the touch.

Koizumi immediately withdrew his hand in surprise. Tezuka looked up and saw that everyone was now staring at him in concern.

"Tezuka-san," the treasurer frowned. "Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed."

"Do you have a fever?" the secretary asked, completely worried.

Tezuka dropped his forehead into the palm of his hand, panting and sweating as Fuji continued to fondle his arousal. "I'm fine," he almost gasped, trying not to moan at Fuji's talented fingers.

Damn Fuji for knowing all his sweet spots.

The vice-president reached out his hand again. "Tezuka, why don't I take you to the infirmary-"

"I said I'm fine!" he cried out, nearly throwing everyone off. The vice-president immediately withdrew his hand once more. "G-gomen, I mean, I'm fine," Tezuka coughed, embarrassed for crying out louder than he expected.

"Tezuka-san, what's wrong? Are you sick?" the secretary leaned on her hands against the table, now extremely concerned.

Tezuka's eyelids became really heavy as the room began to move. He was losing concentration, and he felt himself on the verge of reaching that blinding light as Fuji stroked him faster and faster. He wanted Fuji to stop, yet, his body was disobeying him and continued to fall under the tensai's magical fingers.

He felt so ashamed of himself for getting aroused in front of his student council members and even slightly enjoying the intimate touch. He began to breathe louder and louder as he felt himself nearing the edge.

"Tezuka-san, you're really flushed. We should take you to the infirmary-" a voice rang somewhere around the table as another large sweat drop trickled down the side of his temple.

"Tezuka-san, please, we can do this meeting another time-"

He frowned. He can't believe that he was about to moan in shameful ecstasy in front of his fellow students.

"Tezuka-san, you're sweating, do you have a fever-"

He bit his lip to try to resist the pleading sounds threatening to leave his throat.

"Tezuka-san, your cheeks are red. Do you have a rash-"

He tightened his hands into fists, feeling his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand as Fuji stroked him harder and harder, running his fingers mercilessly across the throbbing length.

"Tezuka-san, I'll get you some water!"

He opened his mouth, ready to cry out at this sweet, wonderful feeling.

"Tezuka-san!"

He can see his career as student council president about to be over…

Tezuka blinked.

The hand had stopped. And then, much to his puzzlement, his package was gently being stuffed back into his boxers. As fingers subtly buttoned up the pants and quietly began to pull up the zipper, Tezuka's eyes slowly widened in horror.

No. Fucking. Way.

"Tezuka-san?" the vice-president called out at the boy staring blankly ahead. "Tezuka?"

Tezuka swallowed and opened his mouth to speak. "I'm fine. It is not necessary for me to go to the infirmary right now." Although he spoke calmly, his voice was slightly raspy and shaky.

Tezuka knew that he was in no condition to walk to the infirmary at the moment, for right now, he had a very noticeable unfinished business sitting in-between his legs that was clearly protruding against his uniform pants.

"Ne, everyone, gomen, but I must go now."

All eyes fell on the tensai now standing up from his seat. "I have to rush out to meet with the photography club, so I won't be able to attend the rest of your meeting."

"Are you sure you can't stay at least a little more?" a secretary begged at the tensai, eyes almost tearing up with disappointment.

Fuji smiled charmingly and glanced at the flushed boy staring at him wide-eyed and in complete disbelief. At the same time, there was a look of helpless pleading and a don't-you-dare glare in those deep brown eyes.

"Unfortunately, I must go now," Fuji beamed at the rest of the student council members around the table. "Thank you again for letting me sit in at your meeting. It's always a pleasure to be able to meet with such talented peers."

"Kya!" the girls at the table nearly squealed, causing some of the male members to roll their eyes.

As Fuji brushed past the table and opened the door to exit the room, the rest of the attendees returned their attention to the student council president who was now frozen in his seat, a look of utter shock on his face.

"Um, Tezuka-san?" the vice-president asked. "Tezuka-san?" He watched Tezuka continue to stare into space. "Tezuka, are you there? Hello?"


The sound of running water fell silent as Tezuka turned the faucet off. He leaned on his hands against the sides of the sink and took a deep breath before looking at himself in the mirror, watching water slowly drip from the tips of his nose and down the edge of his chin. His cheeks, however, were still slightly pink.

Exhaling slowly, he narrowed his eyes at his reflection and gritted his teeth. He couldn't believe he had to jerk off in the boys' restroom in the middle of the school day in order to relieve himself. Even worse, just moments before, he had to suffer another ten minutes of quickly going over important matters on the agenda before finally giving up and postponing the meeting until tomorrow – all while his throbbing arousal pressed up painfully against his pants.

This was all Fuji's fault. And there was no doubt that the tensai had done this on purpose.

Tezuka glared at his reflection. "I see that you're finally taking this seriously, Fuji." His eyes filled with strong competitive drive and determination. "Then, I will not hold back."