"I'm going to Osaka this Sunday." Shuichirou said with a smile.
He was having dinner with Tezuka on his apartment. It was Tuesday and he had invited Kunimitsu over on the day before and cooked for him. There was spaghetti with meat balls in tomato sauce and grated cheese.
Tezuka stopped eating and gave him his full attention.
"What are you doing there?"
"I'm going to a summer festival. Eiji-kun invited me. The udon place of his family is having a stall."
"I didn't know you still talked to each other."
"I invited him to have lunch with Haruka and me last week." He said, before eating some more spaghetti politely. "I was really missing him."
There was a slight frown on Kunimitsu's forehead and Oishi didn't notice. He took a bite on the meat balls, looking at his happy expression. He always had that kind of look on his face while talking about that kid. Why did he have to share Oishi's attention and affection with him?
"I see." He said, calmly. "But, it's a pity. I wanted to take you to an inn this weekend, like we talked about previously. I even made reservations. Actually, I came to tell you this in person." The lie came out so easily from his mouth.
"What? Really?" he was surprised. "I'm sorry, I had no idea."
"It was supposed to be a surprised. But, don't worry, I will cancel it."
"Are you going to be able to get a refund?" he was worried. "Since it's on such short notice."
"Probably not." He ate a little more.
The green eyes looked at him for a silent moment, Oishi was feeling so guilty! It was the first time Tezuka did such a thoughtful thing for him. He feared that, if he refused, it would never happen again.
"I can go." He showed him a small smile. "I will talk to Eiji-kun about it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to go with you."
"I'm glad." He said, before continuing to eat.
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Kunimitsu was on his cell phone, inside Oishi's bathroom. He was anxiously trying to get a reservation in an inn. Since he had lied about it, he needed to arrange things as soon as possible and he was searching it online. Since it was summer time, the majority of the inns near Tokyo and with an affordable price were already taken. The shower was on for the last 10 minutes when he was finally able to find a proper place and there was a small smile on his face when he confirmed the reservation after paying it.
He put the cell phone away on the sink and was finally able to shower properly.
Shuichirou was already on bed when he returned to the room. He had a towel around his waist and the young doctor smiled at him.
"Was the shower good? You took your time."
"Yes." He sat down near him. "I'm tense, so I needed the hot water."
"Are you sore? I can give you a massage."
"Can you do that?"
"Yes." He smiled, coming closer. "It's not that hard, actually."
Shuichirou was on his knee, on his back and started to touch his shoulders. His hands were very gentle.
"It feels good."
"So, tell me about the inn we're going."
"It's Hotel Hokada. They have indoor and outdoor hot spring baths. I's in Kanagawa. I thought we could go after your volunteer work on Saturday. It ends at noon, right? I can pick you up on your job."
"It's settled." He smiled, now touching his neck. Kunimitsu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was a very nice sensation.
Oishi saw him relaxing under his touches and kissed his face.
"Thank you for organizing everything."
"Don't mention it. I hope we can do more of those."
"Really?" he smiled.
"Yes." He turned his face around a little and looked at him gently. "I want to do things properly with you."
Shuichirou was so happy to hear those words. He kissed Kunimitsu's neck and touched his naked lean chest.
"You smell so good."
"It's your soap."
"But it's different on you." He whispered, nibbling his shoulders. "It's better."
A small hint of despair hit Tezuka's heart when his hands started to slide on his stomach.
"Oishi…" he was trying to find the words to avoid that kind of contact.
"Yes?" he whispered, one of his hands opening his towel and touching him.
Kunimitsu tensed up completely, while Oishi stroke him and nothing was happening. He took a deep breath and felt incredibly frustrated.
"Tezuka?" Shuichirou stopped after a while and sat by his side, looking at him worried.
"I'm sorry." He said, lowering his face.
"What's wrong?" he tried to look at his eyes. "Are you not feeling well or…?"
"I'm sorry." He repeated, unable to look at him. How could he explain such a thing? He couldn't get hard with him, but just on the night before he was painfully stiff thinking about Syuusuke while masturbating.
"Hey, it's okay." Shuichirou rubbed his back gently and it made him feel even more inadequate. "You said you're tense. You're probably stressed, right? There's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to everyone."
He finally looked at him and the green eyes were so kind.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't want to force you."
"You did not do such a thing. I'm sorry I can't respond properly."
"I'm not with you because of sex." He cupped his face and his thumb brushed on the tension of his jaw. "We're not machines. You're probably going to feel better once we go to the inn. With the hot baths and stuff."
Tezuka looked at him for a while before kissing him deeply. Why did he have to be so terribly gentle?
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"Aren't we feeling happy today?" Fuji asked when Eiji came to serve his order. He noticed his happy expression.
"Good evening, Fuji-san." He said, pouring putting his whisky glass in front of him before placing the sliced grilled meat.
"Good evening to you too, Kikumaru-kun. What's the reason for this happy expression?"
"I'm going home this weekend."
"Is that so?" he took a sip of his drink. "Are you going to see your girlfriend by any chance?"
"No, not at all!" Eiji smiled and blushed a little. Fuji thought he was adorable.
"So…" he leaned forward a little and the light blue eyes looked straight inside the dark blue ones. "A boyfriend, perhaps?"
"Eh?!" his face became as red as his hair and Syuusuke laughed.
"Well, it's a pity, then." He ate a piece of meat. "Thank you for bringing me this."
"You're welcome. You can call me if you need anything, Fuji-san."
"Okay." He smiled and Eiji left.
"He's so odd." He thought to himself while returning to the kitchen. He was distracted, so he didn't see the tall person in front of him until bumping into him. "Ah, I'm so sorry, I…"
When he looked up, Tezuka was there, looking at him with his permanent serious expression.
"Don't mention it." He said, calmly. "Good evening, Kikumaru-san."
"Tezuka-san…" Eiji's blood froze inside his veins.
"I'm looking for Fuji. The owner told me he's in one of the private booths in the back."
"Ye…yes." He pointed out.
"Thank you." He said, before leaving and Eiji thought his heart had stopped for a moment. Why the hell was he in there?!"
Syuusuke was drinking when Kunimitsu appeared in front of him. He was surprised for a moment, but soon there was a sly smile on his face.
"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." He said, before he sat across from him. "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he picked up the drink from his hands and finished the whisky in one big gulp. "I came to talk to you."
"Is that so? How about your lover? Is he okay with you coming here late at night to see me?"
He was about to eat another piece of meat when Kunimitsu's hand grabbed his wrist tightly and the dark eyes were hard over his.
"You did something to me."
"Hm?" he was really confused. "You'll need to be more specific." He smiled, releasing himself. "I did many things to you during the years."
"This is not a joke." There was a deep frown on his forehead.
"Why are you acting like I own you something? If I remember correctly I was the one left frustrated the last time we saw each other. And now, after weeks, you show up with this attitude. What do you want?"
"You had sex with a lot of people."
"Did you come to call me a whore?"
"Did you ever… were you ever unable to…?" he couldn't find the proper words. Even thought he hated the situation, Fuji was the person who better knew him sexually and Tezuka knew he would have no restriction on discussing the topic.
Syuusuke looked at him suspicious for a moment, before the blue eyes were wide in surprise for a moment. His laugh echoed on the hallways and Kunimitsu got even more upset.
"I can't believe it! The all mighty Tezuka can't get up!"
"Be silent." he asked, with clenched teeth, before closing the sliding doors of the small room they were inn.
"Is this for real? So, you think I broke you or something?"
"Tell me how to fix it. Please."
"Or what? Is your lover going to leave you?" he leaned forward, wanting to tease him more.
"No. He's understanding about the situation, but I don't want this to continue."
"He must be a hell of a guy. I would surely dump your ass."
"This is a waste of time." Kunimisu thought to himself, but when he was about to stand up and leave, he felt Fuji's feet on his crouch and looked at him surprised.
"How long is this happening?" he asked, seriously.
"Since that night when… you…"
"I see." His toes continued to touch him. "Are you guilty by any chance? About what we did."
"I did nothing to you. You were the one who…"
"I didn't force you, Kunimitsu. You could push me away at any time. But you liked it, right? Why don't you admit it?"
"I…" the massage became harder and he took a deep breath.
"Did you ever think about it?" he whispered, looking at him. "Do you ever think about me?"
"I don't." he lied, but his body was honest and, without even noticed, he was hard inside his pants.
"It seems you're just fine." He smiled, satisfied, continuing to rub it.
"It's enough, stop it." He grabbed his leg under the table.
"Isn't it going to be painful for you, leaving it like this?" the blue eyes narrowed. "Come to my place. I will take care of it for you."
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Tezuka closed his eyes and took a deep breath, raising his head to breathe better. They were on Fuji's apartment, on the sofa. He was sitting while Syuusuke's knees were on the floor while sucking him. It was much better than before. Kunimitsu could feel the scalding pleasure deep inside his body. How could someone's tongue be so skilled? Or maybe, it was him who was addicted to Fuji's mouth.
His fingers moved slowly while his lips were around him and it was too much! Fuji noticed his skin trembling and he was already on the edge, when he stopped and climbed on Tezuka's lap. He tried to kiss him, but he averted his face.
"I can't."
"Aren't you stubborn?" he chuckled, before removing his shirt and opening his own pants. Tezuka noticed he was throbbing inside his underwear. "Could you just help me out, then? Please."
Kunimitsu's large hand was around both of their hardness, rubbing them together. His free hand caressed Syuusuke's lean torso and his skin was burning.
Kunimitsu looked at him for a moment. The sweaty bangs glued on his forehead, his flush face, the closed eyes, the narrow body. He was so beautiful, he thought, while being touched by him and he felt proud on making him tremble in pleasure.
"Harder." He whispered on his ear and even though his voice was demanding, it was still very gentle.
Kunimitsu's dark eyes narrowed and he flip his body on the couch. Fuji was surprised for a moment when he put him on fours and removed his remaining clothes, thinking he was finally going to give in. But, instead, he placed his erection between his closed thighs at the same time he touched Syuusuke, while thrusting between his legs.
"Kunimitsu…" he moaned, grabbing the arm of the sofa, his head on a pillow. "More, please."
Kunimitsu licked two of his fingers, before entering him, making Fuji's body tremble completely. He grabbed the fabric of the sofa with all his might, trying to deal with that amazing sensation of being touched by Tezuka again.
